3/27/2005

04:46 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Bawn: Central Forest(#2876RA)
The forest is dark and quiet. No, not quiet. Listening. The ancient firs rear up all around, branches interwoven in a dense roof of dark green. Fallen needles lie in a thick carpet on the ground, heaped up around the drifts of undergrowth clinging to the scarce patches of light reaching the forest floor. Every sound seems muffled, and the sharp scent of pine hangs in the air like the clouds of midges that swarm ceaselessly beneath the branches. Even the many deer who roam here seem to step more quietly than usual, and the songbirds seldom sing.
The forest spreads out around you in all directions.
Contents:
Stacey
Obvious exits:
Burial Mounds  Story Tree  Caern of the Hidden Walk  Western Bawn  Southern Bawn  Northern Bawn  Eastern Bawn  

It's a cloudy, cool day and Stacey has just finished patrolling the southern side of the bawn. Now the young Gaian stands leaning against a fir tree in the more central portion of the bawn. Her head is tilted upwards, and her eyes are closed. Except for her gentle breathing, she is unmoving, silent.

Out of the wood, a black furred form trots into view moving through the brush with a bit more precision and purpose than just a regular predator. Edge scents the air, picking out the Child's scent in the faint breeze, and shifts his direction towards her. As he approaches though, he is near silent, and the going is slow.

Stacey doesn't appear to notice the wolf's approach, although she does sigh and lower her head, opening her eyes. She is silent and still for a moment more before her right hand lifts to touch the dove-shaped shell that hangs from her neck.

Dagger's-Edge decides to announce himself, doing so with a low chuff off to Stacey's side. He waits for her to pick him out from the brush, aiding the search with a short flagging of his tail.

Stacey turns her head to look in the direction of the announcement, a small smile on her lips. It does take her a moment to locate the dark wolf, but soon enough she catches sight of the tail. "Hello, Kenneth, Dagger's-Edge."

Dagger's-Edge moves out from behind the brush, tail still held at neutrally as he comes forward. Already being Guardian?

Stacey chuckles and then shrugs. "What else do I have to do with my time? Other than teaching Rae. Jacinta has left for her challenge, so, yes." She tilts her head. "How are you?"

Dagger's-Edge folds down onto his haunches, a foot or so from the ahroun. There are plenty of other things to do, but what you do now is... good. The Shadow Lord rumbles, looking off briefly. The moon shrinks too slowly, he notes in answer.

Stacey nods a bit, her smile a bit tenser than before. "You're right about that, on all counts." The girl sighs and leans her head back against the tree. "Thought I was gonna lose it the other night, with Brom talkin' like that and all. He gets to me sometimes."

Dagger's-Edge tenses with the hackles on his neck lifting at mention of Brom. The halfmoon in wolf snorts with a clear lupine curse at the name. With an abrupt look away, the Shadow Lord waits for his flaring anger to right itself and settle before switching subjects. The Silver Fang seemed normal at least.

A short, low chuff sounds through the trees heralds the appearance of Flood-of-Flame, along with distinct city smells that would be noticeable to the Shadow Lord. The male Gaian pads towards the two, giving Stacey a wag, and Dagger's-Edge a slight dip of the muzzle. He continues to stand next to Stacey, and bump his shoulder into her knee.

Stacey nods to Kenneth. "Yeah, Jervis seemed interesting. I liked him." Her head turns at Auggie's approach, and she grins as he bumps against her knee with his shoulder. "Hey, Auggie, haven't seen you in these parts in a long while," she says, reaching down to pet him.

Dagger's-Edge looks over from where he sits as the other Child appears, and with a small sniff, greets him neutrally. Back to Stacey, he rumbles a short note, He certainly is different from the other one. A short pause, before he considers Flood-of-Flame. Different from Birdseye's alpha Fang.

Flood-of-Flame draws himself up at the mention of mention of his pack. Endures is a good, smart Alpha, he asserts. Other Fang crescent-moon is good too. Licking his chops and flattening one ear back, the black-furred Gaian notes that the new moon Fang is rude and strange. And their cub is too arrogant.

Stacey smiles at Dagger's-Edge and then looks over at Auggie, tilting her head. "I like Tobin, yeah. I've only seen Jana-rhya a couple times, so I can't say much about her, although I'm sure you wouldn't follow someone who wasn't a good Alpha, Auggie. Jervis, as I said, seemed interesting. I'd like to talk with him again sometime, to know him better. Andy... goodness! This is the first I've heard anything about him since that... sparring incident. How is he? No one else seems to know."

Dagger's-Edge remains impassive on the mention of the other Fangs, only noting that Fangs are all strange, regardless. And, he has never seen their cub - not that the Fangs would want a Shadow Lord to breathe the same air as their cub. That last comment is made with a shortlived wrinkled of his muzzle. Otherwise, he remains quiet on the matter of the Fangs.

Flood-of-Flame shakes his ruff. Endures tells me he is a very foolish cub. He is kept at the Fang den. That is all I know. Speak with Silver Fang new moon all you like, you will find out he is rude and bad. I saw him drop his smoke-stick parts on the Bawn once, the Gaian notes gravely, his lips curling. He begins to circle nose-to-tail, restless and irritated with the subject matter. Dagger's-Edge's comment gets little attention. He stops abruptly and snaps his jaws. I do not want to speak of them further. Tell me what you have been doing, Walks-the-Middle-Road.

Stacey sends a look towards Dagger's-Edge at the cub comment, a slight raising of an eyebrow, then turns her attention to Flood-of-Flame, nodding at the foolish cub part and frowning a bit at the mention of the smoke-stick. When the attention is turned back onto her, she blinks a bit at the abrupt subject change, but then recovers and smiles. "Well, the usual with working with Joey and Rae, and there's a new cub that we," she nods towards Kenneth, "found in the city. Lost cub, Ahroun, named Basil. Mouthy. Other than that, Jacinta has asked me to help Ridgeline as a Guardian while she is away on her challenge. So I'll be around here for the next two months, it looks like."

Lacking in sense would be more appropriate, the Shadow Lord adds to the mention of Basil, but just as much an ahroun in the part of temper. The halfmoon curls his tail about him, and peers at Stacey. Will you be higher rank than White Bear?

Flood-of-Flame perks his ears. That is good! You will be working hard as a Guardian. The male Ahroun gives Stacey a brief wag, and then at the question from Dagger's-Edge he immediately stops. That is... White Bear was Beta in Ridgeline before. Maybe when Pierces Ice goes to have her cub, he will think he is Alpha! The Gaian's eyes round out with the horror of such a prospect.

Stacey can't help but giggle a bit at Auggie's reaction, but she shakes her head. "No, no, Jacinta-rhya is a good Alpha. She understands her pack well. I will not be over White Bear, no. He will be the war-chief, in charge of the pack during battles, while Holly will be the peace-chief, in charge of the pack in other times. Jacinta says that White Bear is the Beta, stronger, and skilled in battle, but Holly has more wisdom in dealing with other tribes." She frowns then, looking annoyed. "White Bear didn't understand that, though, the concept of joint leadership."

Dagger's-Edge snorts, as he growls out that White Bear doesn't understand much of anything except fighting. Just like that muscle-brained Get. Hackles lifting, it is the halfmoon's turn to grow tense and uncomfortable with the topic of discussion. Giving his fur a good shake though, he works it out of his system slowly.

Flood-of-Flame snorts. He echoes the Shadow Lord's comment, noting that White Bear is a good in battle and works hard, but he is very stupid. He will try to rule, always, and listen to no one, even if it means the death of many. The Gaian stands and begins to pace again. It would be bad if a big threat came to the Caern, with White Bear in charge of the Guardian pack.

Stacey crosses her arms, huffing a bit. Not able to decide which of them to scowl at, she just glares in front of her. "White Bear isn't all that bad! He's just lost touch of his human side, really, but I don't think he's stupid. I believe that he would show great honor if there was a threat and fight against it with all he has in him!"

Dagger's-Edge snaps back at Stacey, ears flattening. That's precisely it. White Bear knows nothing /but/ fighting. The only thing you can trust him to do is claw something to death if it displeases him. He denies his birthform and thinks himself wise for it.

Flood-of-Flame growls and paces around his tribemate. White Bear has much hate inside him. He hates all things homid. The hate, with his great Rage... is bad. It is not what the Mother intended for us. He thinks he follows the Mother's true way, but he hurts himself by denying his birth form. This is why I say he is very stupid. The Gaian's hackles raise and he snaps at the air.

Stacey looks between them, scowling, trying to figure out some way to defend the Ahroun, but finally she sighs and shrugs, frowning. "You guys are probably right. I mean, it is bad for him to neglect his human side and hate is awful, but... I just feel for the guy. To me he seems to... lost and alone and confused."

Dagger's-Edge doesn't stay angry long this time, instead sniffing at a passing scent in the wind. Everyone seems lost and alone and confused to you, Walks-the-Middle-Road. The note isn't meant as an insult, only a statement. Turning his gaze back to the other ahroun, the Shadow Lord gives him an accepting dip of his muzzle. And I am glad to see that Flood-of-Flame also has not turned into a White Bear, and has joined Birdseye to help fight where the war is at its worst.

Flood-of-Flame chuffs quietly. He is lost and alone, yes, but that does not excuse his actions. The sentiment is expressed quietly, almost in subdued resignation. Turning his attention to the Shadow Lord, Flood-of-Flame asserts he would never be like White Bear. There are many places where work to ease Gaia's suffering is needed, but it is true things are worst in the city. My packmates and I are making a plan to scout the healing place that is held by the very bad big big Wyrm thing.

Stacey grins impishly at Dagger's-Edge, obviously not taking his statement as an insult. "Well, everyone is in one way or another, even me!" The girl's expression is more serious as she looks down at Flood-of-Flame. "That's good, Auggie. That thing needs taken care of. I hope you guys find something when ya scout it and come back safely, too."

Dagger's-Edge here, sweeps his ears back as he looks away, a sudden thought coming to his mind. Thunder's-Forge would have been the first to jump in and fight to take back the healing place. With a low growl mixed with unmasked disappointment, the halfmoon turns his gaze back onto the others. That healing place looks like it will need many many packs to clean it.

Flood-of-Flame lets out a low, ominous whine. The Wyrm-thing cannot be defeated by force. We must find another way. That is why we scout. The Wyrm-thing could kill every Garou at the Sept and not be weakened after such a battle. We scout to find another way. Maybe it can be made to go away. Or its power lessened, somehow.

Stacey looks over at Dagger's-Edge, suddenly more solemn at the mention of Lucas. "Yeah," she says softly, then turns away to frown at Flood. "It sounds really strong and awful. I trust that we'll figure out something, hopefully before the thing becomes more aggressive."

Dagger's-Edge growls again, undeterred though understanding of the black ahroun's assessment. It will be left to your pack and other scout packs to see on finding a weakness, then. But I will not believe that such a big Wyrm thing will just go away. But, we can be like bees to a bear.

Flood-of-Flame snorts. I can see why Fenris accepted you as his child, Dagger's-Edge. The statement has no judgment or disapproval in it, just Flood gruffly observing facts. But I will not be like a bee, who dies after using its sting. I intend to keep my sting to fight many times. The male Gaian sighs, and then shakes his ruff vigorously. The Wyrm-thing must like it there for some reason, or have some purpose there. We must find it out.

Stacey gives a general nod to both of them, although Kenneth gets a vague glance at the mention of Fenris. "It is a bit troubling that it remains there still. I wonder what its motives are, what it wants..." She shrugs then. "I'm glad to hear that things are working out with your pack, though, Auggie."

Dagger's-Edge thumps his tail on the ground when Fenris is mentioned, and he stares at Flood-of-Flame as if to really read behind the other wolf's note about his character. A wolf then, he edits, with the jaws and strength to bring down the bigger prey. The halfmoon seems determined to make no comment about the Fenris comment. Turning back to Stacey, he chuffs his question at her. And you? After this Guardian time, are you looking for a pack?

Flood-of-Flame flicks an ear in a lupine shrug. One who is not afraid to fight, no matter the odds, he adds to the Shadow Lord's edit, though his 'tone' is flat and rather bored. At Dagger's-Edge's question, he turns his attention to Stacey, ears perked, clearly interested in her answer.

Stacey tilts her head a bit, looking at Kenneth with something a bit calculating to her gaze, then she looks over at Auggie with the same. "Well," she says after a while, looking away from them into the woods across from her, then she smiles. "Yes, I will be."

Dagger's-Edge splays an ear, head tilting as he is looked at in that fashion. Sensitive to looks, he seems. The Shadow Lord then sneezes once, and shakes out his ruff. That is good then, he states with a click of his jaws together. And hopefully being a Guardian will not turn you into White Bear either. His jaw drops open slightly, all toothy smiles.

Flood-of-Flame turns a circle and then stretches, extending one leg, then the other, and then arches his back like a cat. Turning to Stacey, the Gaian cants his head to one side. I hope you will speak to me later about your future plans, sister. He gives a quiet sneeze of amusement at Dagger's-Edge's statement. White Bear is going to drive Walks-the-Middle crazy.

Stacey wrinkles her nose at Dagger's-Edge. "Gaia, no! I might be able to stay just around here for two months, but I like going to the city some, too. And there's no way I'd ever neglect one side or another of myself." She snickers a bit at Flood's last comment, then she grows more serious and shrugs. "Perhaps, Auggie, but my plans are... I still have a lot to plan to and I have to talk with... er... I have much to do yet. If you guys really want to hear, I don't mind tell you, but it's still in the planning stage."

Dagger's-Edge obviously has the time, he notes with a rumble. But it sounds like you don't want to reveal all your secrets. Getting up to his paws again, the halfmoon too, stretches.

Flood-of-Flame sniffs. Walks-the-Middle may keep her own consuel. Her choice to share her plans with others is her own. The Gaian looks over his shoulder at Stacey rather pointedly, and adds, Though I hope she -will- choose to share. Padding away from the pair, Flood announces that it is a full moon and he is going to run far tonight.

Stacey frowns a bit at their statements, flushing at Auggie's, not knowing how to take the last one. "Look, it's not a secret or anything. I don't mind sharing either. It's just..." She lets out a slightly annoyed sigh and then straightens up a bit. "I'm going to be starting my own pack. With Joey. Probably something along the lines of a scouting or hunting pack."

Dagger's-Edge lolls out his tongue once Stacey reveals her plans, and then sniffs at the girl. That wasn't so hard, was it? But, Joey being mentioned, the Shadow Lord flicks his tail a bit in thought of the Gnawer. Snaps-Leashes will work better in a pack of that kind. Probably. Purposefully vague, he turns to go. But better that she is in a pack that suits her, then one that would have been her doom. He walks off a couple paces, and then turns to look back. I am off to find my next meal.

Flood-of-Flame listens to Stacey, ears swiveled forward. That is good. But you will need to tell more people, if you hope to form a full pack. Dagger's-Edge he looks at with vague interest, but gives no comment to his statements. He turns and lopes off into the forest, his pitch black fur blending into the darkness of the underbrush.