Logfile from GarouMU.
Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (8% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly cloudy. The temperature is 62 degrees Fahrenheit (16 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 5 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.93 and rising, and the relative humidity is 67 percent. The dewpoint is 51 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 22:16 Pacific Time on Thu Jul 7 2005.

By the Waterfall
The walls of the canyon surrounding the caern reach upwards to thirty feet here, their highest point. About two-thirds of the way up, a small underground spring exits the rock face. The water spills playfully down the cliff face, caressing the rocks and darting away, but always falling to gravity's inexorable pull. The flow, upon entering the shallow, chilled pool of water at the bottom, creates constant ripples in the puddle's surface. A light mist rises up from the ground near the pool, chilling to the bone.
The forest surrounding the caern's border is far less dense than the rest of the nearby forest, with ferns and clumps of aspen taking the place of white pine and birch. Scattered, centuries-old cedar stand majestically over their fallen, decaying, moss-covered comrades. This peculiarity seems to surround only the area just outside the caern.
To the west, cool mist kicked up by the falls mingles with warmer steam from geothermal sources; these mists swirl around the caern to the north. The caern's center lies northwest of here. You can pick out what seems to be a hazardous trail over rock and up the wall, to the side of the waterfall.
Contents:
Stacey
No-Fuss
Obvious exits:
Steam Vents  Center  Windy Spot  Up the Trail  

Stacey chuckles. "Yeah, lobsters. Painful things. If you ever see one like them, remember to rip off its pincers first. Those're how I got my scar. And... it was not your time to leave us, eh? Just take care of yourself and heal up."

No-Fuss nods and stands. ~Next time I fight a tainted bear thing I'll make sure to declaw it as well.~ The cub stretches slightly before turning to head out, still rather gruesome looking wounds visible on his back, though at least no longer oozing blood his fur is stained red. ~I'll go find someplace safe nearby to remain for the evening in this form and heal, after this night the rest is needed.~

Picking along his way into the caern, Dagger's-Edge makes his way on silent paws overtaken by the sound of the waterfall. His scent wafts away from the pair, but soon enough even in the shadows of the caern proper, the black furred Shadow Lord so recently punished can be seen. He slows upon his approach towards the other two, still inherently wary of their response towards him.

Stacey nods. "Gaia guard your steps, Andy Wrestles-With-Bears," the girl calls after him, grinning impishly as she says the name. "Rest well." She has not yet noticed the wolf, and Edge might notice that the Fang is wounded, especially on his back, and the young Gaian has blood on her hands, mouth, and clothes.

No-Fuss leaves in the opposite direction this evening, perhaps fortunate for his need of rest and time to knit. He picks through the dimly lit area in whatever small streams of moonlight there are to be found. He glances back over a red-stained shoulder and grins. ~We should trade stories sometime.~ His shoulderblades have been heavily gouged, with bone-deep claw marks and most of the rest of his body is pockmarked with claw-streaks, bites, and matted blood. The cub remains in crinos as he walks away, to heal.

The slim near no-moon doesn't provide enough light to show, but just over the sound of the falls, a short howl of greeting mixed with some uncertain send off towards the cub as well utters from the Shadow Lord. Once closer, Edge is just a touch tenser along his back.

Stacey grins at the Fang, starting to answer back, but the howl stops her short. She turns in the direction of the sound, and blinks for a second as she spots Dagger's-Edge. "Has it been a month?" she asks softly. She glances down at her hands and then tries to wipe the blood away from her mouth with an arm. "I'm a mess."

No-Fuss gives a short but loud chuff of hello and goodbye, before continuing on his way to the far side of the caern's edge to take shelter for the night.

Dagger's-Edge sniffs towards the bloody pools on the ground and on the Coggie first before rumbling some kind of disapproval. So my pack tells me, the moon has blinked, opened and blinked again. The philodox clips off his lupine rhetoric with a querying whine. What happened to you?

Stacey stops trying to clean off her face and wipes her hands on her overalls. "Don't worry, it's not my blood. It's the Wyrm-things." She takes a deep breath. "We had the Gathering tonight for Jana, Erika, and Tobin. Everything went well until Tobin's... Nothing happened. The Rite failed. He didn't pass on. Everyone is pretty broken up about it, and Andy especially. He figure out some way to go Umbral and... Seeker-rhya and I had to run off and save him. So..." She spreads her hands.

Dagger's-Edge cocks his head to one side, hearing that the rite failed. It seems to not have made sense to him, until the halfmoon takes some time to chew it over. He sits down, mood somewhat having gone and disconnected itself from his usual withheld rage. What does the failure mean, then?

Stacey plops herself down on the ground, by now quite tired. "Well, I guess it means that he doesn't go back to Gaia, will never be reborn, and won't be at peace."

Dagger's-Edge snorts, an ear flicking. His spirit remains for what reason? Or, maybe his spirit cannot go because it is stuck. That thought makes the Shadow Lord's ears turn back for a moment before he shakes it off with a physical shake of his fur, standing up to do so. Rather than continue pondering it, he turns back to the fullmoon. Are you still Guardian?

Stacey sighs. "All possibilities." She then gives a half-smile and nods. "Yes, Jacinta-rhya is still in the city. Touch Deer-rhya has offered to look into that for me, find out what is going on. Hopefully it will not be too much longer before she returns." The girl is silent for a moment before adding, "It is good to see you again."

Dagger's-Edge stares towards the ahroun, posture reading of doubt not necessarily of her sincerity, but of his own disbelief. The halfmoon then looks away, unsure on how to answer. The answer he manages to come up with: It's strange.

Stacey frowns and tilts her head. "Strange? What do you mean? In general? Not all that much has changed since you left, really." She pauses, shifting to a more comfortable position. "You were missed, though. And all is well now, right?"

Dagger's-Edge licks the side of his muzzle, still loathe to reply immediately. His body reads disagreetment with the ahroun's words, but he's also trying to play it off. Finally, the Shadow Lord shifts to his birthform, where the tattered ends of his clothing from a month's living outside is much more prominent. His hair, too, in a bad need of a trim again. "You guys seem to be gettin' along fine," he notes after a half minute of quiet.

Stacey looks Kenneth over after he shifts and then frowns, confused. She glances around and then off to where the Fang cub had gone. "Who? Me and Andy? I guess, but this was a first. Guess we finally have something to agree about."

"Just.. the caern in general." Kenneth's hand rises to rub around his neck area before sliding down the thin chain and meeting the pair of golden rings which have appeared on him. They still manage to glitter brightly, even in the night's darkness. "An' Brom's all too happy about the new Shadow Lord guy, Dwight. He's... old."

Stacey glances at the rings as Kenneth's hand touches them, and then looks back up to meet his gaze. "Well, the Caern's getting along about as fine as ever. And Dwight, I met him once. He wasn't very impressed with my age." She smirks and then shrugs. "He seems like a good enough guy."

Kenneth shrugs once, eyes roving around to anywhere except directly upon Stacey. The hand drops to his side and he breathes out a sigh. "Then, I guess I'll be goin'," he notes quietly. "Dump my ass in a river somewhere." Still ever the semi-meticulous one, he looks back to the Coggie for a moment before starting back off.

Stacey struggles to her feet and nods, frowning. "Will you be out here a bit yet? Or going right back to the city? There's a lot I'd like to talk over with you when possible."

Pausing a beat, Kenneth stops to consider his answer. "I'll be around," he answers. "I guess I have a lot to listen to." Fully turning back to her, Kenneth looks to the girl. "And.. Happy Belated.." The words are nearly mumbled, nearly lost in the roar of the falls.

Stacey grins at that, suddenly looking like her young, happy self, despite the sad night and the blood. "Thank you, Kenneth," she says sincerely.

Kenneth doesn't seem able to muster a return smile, but he bows his head to the ahroun once more before turning away again. As he moves off towards the shadows, his form travels back down into that of lupus, and he soon disappears into the night once more.