Fox Play
2/6/2009
12:41 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (78% full).
It is currently 12:38 Pacific Time on Fri Feb 6 2009.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.99 and rising, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.)
Edgewood House: Meadow(#1390RJh)
A long, hard-packed dirt road winds almost a mile through the forest off Sunrise Road, eventually opening out into a small front yard, and coming to a stop in front of a large house, which may be the very definition of ramshackle. The house is not visible from the road, nor can one hear anything but perhaps a gunshot. Its foundation and general structure are solid, but its once crisp grey-and-white paint needs updating, and some of the trim is having trouble staying attached. A fixer upper, one might say. Off to the left, there's a former garage, long since converted into something of an in-law apartment. A connecting flyover attaches it to the second floor of the house.
There are no fences surrounding either the front or back yards. In the rear of the property, the yard (larger than in the front) eventually comes up against a well built garden, with the very beginnings of sprouts. Shaded and obscured by surrounding trees, there is a small (but deep) natural pond, with a chuckling brook leading out of it, into the woods. There's a rope swing hanging from one of the trees. The yard to the southeast of the property stretches on for a time, and then is eaten by woods, into which there may or may not be a path; it apparently fades away quickly. There's a certain looming feel to these woods.
Contents:
Amaya
Vagabond
Obvious exits:
Narrow Path Sunrise Road Front Door Barn/Garage
The pace out to Edgewood is a variable one, set with resting points when the Shadow Lord elder determines the cub to be tired enough to merit one. The journey was long though, telling of the miles that are trekked across sheer wilderness. Today the trek is done in human form, perhaps explanatory why it takes so long to get there. By the end of it, when they've finally crossed into the meadow clearing and the Edgewood house is visible at a short distance, Kenneth turns to Amaya and indicates with a nod of his head at the house, "That house is called Edgewood. It's sort of safe. A Kinfolk owns it, but has let us use it and stay there."
Amaya looks on to the structure with a nod and a sense of eagerness. "It has a working shower right?" Her smile fades then and she looks up, "Or. We are going there right? This wasn't just a walk to show me where it is, was it?" There's been no complaint out of her, but there's sweat at her temples and a flush from both exhaustion and cool temperatures to her cheeks.
Kenneth remains at the edge of the meadow momentarily, gauging its spanse. "It's got a shower," he confirms, "It also usually's got people in it." The latter is said with far less enthusiasm. When he turns back to the theurge though, he gives her an explanation, "It's a big moon. Be careful what you say in there, and don't make anyone mad. We'll just find a couple of outfits from what they might have in there so you'll have a spare." And with that, he indicates that it's okay to keep going towards the house.
Amaya nods at this, steps picking up a little at the thought of getting a hot shower. The mention of clothes reminds her of something, and she looks up to her elder. "A woman came to the cave and asked if I needed anything. I said just an extra blanket and spare socks. I wasn't sure what would be okay to ask for."
A small black nose and the tips of two pointed, black furred ears are the first things to emerge from the brush near the edge of the meadow, though the rest of the fox's body swiftly follows. She moves very lightly, one paw in front of the other like a cat, with her tail streaming behind to provide a balance for the rest of her. Her destination appears to be the stream.
Kenneth is midst of walking towards the Edgewood house with Amaya, the pair exposed in view of the meadow. In the conversation between them, something the younger cub says makes the elder pause and look back to her. "Who was it?" he intones in searching question. The fox, at the moment, goes unnoticed with the philodox's attention on his cub.
"I asked her to introduce herself after she woke me up. Her name was Danae Johnson. She said she was family to the tribe." Amaya looks at him, "She is, right?" A little flicker of uncertainty crosses her features then and she shrugs her shoulders tighter together to draw in some warmth.
The vixen reaches the stream, and spends a considerable amount of time sniffing its banks, putting a paw in the water and then pulling it out, before she actually settles down to lapping at it. Her ears lay back as she gets comfortable, though one eye is turned toward the two Garou.
If it were possible to see it, Kenneth's invisible aura darkens further. The philodox's frown deepens. "Yes, she is Kinfolk," he indicates flatly. "What did she want in return?" The question sounds a touch interrogative.
Amaya licks her lips and shakes her head, "She didn't ask for anything in return." It's as she's looking at him that her gaze passes over the fox in the distance. Her eyes light up despite the somewhat serious talk, and she clearly becomes distracted.
Vagabond laplaplaps at the water, intent on drinking her fill. One ear twitches as Amaya's attention shifts toward her.
Kenneth's own distraction comes at the tail of Amaya's shifted gaze. He too looks in the direction the theurge peers towards, and squints at the fox for a long, almost predatorial like stare. "Either really dumb, or a really clever, that one," remarks the halfmoon. He looks around to see if there are any others watching them watch the fox.
"Danae-san?" asks Amaya curiously now. She takes notice of Kenneth's glancing around and follows suit, "Is something wrong Kenneth-rhya?" Her eyes are drawn back to the fox though, and she smiles again. "It's pretty."
[look Vagabond (fox)]
This vixen is of average size for her species, with long slender legs, alert ears, and bright, yellow eyes with dark, slit pupils, much like a cat's. Her fur is soft and thick with a fine winter coat and all the typical fox markings; red on the top, white on the chin and throat and the very tip of her tail. Black markings along the muzzle, the backs of her ears, and her legs are much in evidence. Black guard hairs also darken the red of her back, especially near and on the tail. She moves with an almost supernatural grace.
The vixen finishes drinking. She straightens out and begins nosing along the banks again, and after a moment she apparently decides the opposite bank is more interesting, because she fords across. On the other side, she shakes her fur out and begins poking around again.
Kenneth turns back to Amaya after his meadow scan, and a smile that some might find unnerving crosses his features faintly. "How often do you see a fox unafraid of the scent of wolves?" he asks rhetorically. The cub has only a tiny window of opportunity to answer before the philodox steps back and shifts down to his lupus form, the transition through his forms smooth with only a slight lag past Hispo. Once in his black furred form, the wolf shakes out his own fur and slowly takes some steps in the fox's direction. Stalkingly.
Amaya looks to the Philodox as he shifts, eyes widening. "Are you going to /eat/ it?" she gasps out in a panic. "How could it smell wolf if we were walking as we were? Don't hurt it!" She even moves to follow after the wolf now, eyes drawn again to the fox on the opposite side of the water.
The fox continues poking about on the opposite bank from the two Garou, to all outward appearances completely oblivious to her stalker. She sniffs here, pauses to dig a tiny hole there. La la la.
Far-Cry has no answer for Amaya, but neither does he stop to attend her plea. Keeping himself low, he stalks away from his cub and towards the water's bank.
Amaya looks downright frantic now and suddenly she moves into action. A hand reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small bit of tofu that she has left over from Coriander's meal, and she moves to hurry past the stalking wolf. "Don't eat it. It may be a sign of good luck." And to prove this, she takes that small bit of tofu and lobs it in the fox's direction.
Vagabond sticks her nose into the hole she's just made with one paw, and then pulls away. She actually puts her back to the oncoming Shadow Lord now, that brush swaying tauntingly as she bounds a few small steps from the water's edge. While somehow the stalking wolf doesn't seem to have grabbed her attention at all, she does turn her head toward where the tofu falls, both ears pointed straight up.
Far-Cry slicks his ears back at Amaya as the girl gets past him. However, the halfmoon's progress cuts a sharp angle as he circles around. His pace speeds up to make up the distance, and sooner than later, he breaks into a short sprinting lope coming from the fox's left in an attempt to interpose himself between the vixen and the woods.
Amaya stops wasting time and takes off to run as well. "No! Don't eat it! Please don't eat it!" she screams at the running wolf. "Fox run!" Heart pounding, she's pushing herself to run as fast as possible to try and get between wolf and fox now.
The vixen clearly must be the blindest, deafest fox ever to have graced the area. She does not react immediately, either to Kenneth's sprint, or Amaya's call of warning. It's only when the wolf gets close, within about ten feet, that she suddenly takes off like a shot. She doesn't run toward the woods, as she's allowed the wolf to block the way, but rather back toward the house. And she snaps at the ground as she goes (the observant might note that it's at the exact spot the tofu fell. Mmm.)
Far-Cry breaks out the real sprint as soon as the fox takes off. The chase is on, and Amaya's screams still go unheeded. The elder's tongue lolls out in a slip of pink flapping against black, but it doesn't appear like he's chasing in /true/ earnest.
Amaya goes chasing after the wolf that's chasing after the fox. She's running hard, but after the long walk to get here and combined with the thawing snow and mud, one misstep sends her sprawling forward. A grunt escapes and she lifts her head to look on, eyes watching desperately to see if the fox gets away.
Vagabond lets out a short, sharp 'bark', though the noise is bizarre in the extreme to anyone not familiar with fox sounds. It sounds almost like a woman's scream mixed with an animal noise. Both she and Kenneth are a blur of speed, though the vixen remains in front--sometimes with a considerable lead, sometimes allowing the Shadow Lord to get so close that he's almost--almost but not /quite/--close enough to make a snap at that white tipped brush of hers.
Far-Cry goes chasing the fox round the meadow, sometimes getting just close enough to make a nip at that bottlebrush tail and missing when the faster fox darts away again. The effect of his chase could be said like herding instinct, always attempting to cut off the fox's escape path and drive her around. That scream spurs him on for a time until finally the halfmoon 'tires' of the game and slows to a halt, panting up a storm. An ear turns towards where Amaya fell, and he whuffs loudly at her.
Amaya is already standing up at this point and doing her best to brush off the mud and slop she's covered in. She looks across the way at him with a slightly irritated frown. "If you weren't trying to eat it. You could have just /said/ so." Her shoulders roll back a little and she gets her bearings, turning back toward the house they first aimed for. "You're lucky you didn't catch it, or else Inari might have taken offense."
Vagabond continues dashing for another hundred feet or so, before she bounds and comes to an abrupt halt. The vixen doesn't seem at all worse for wear for the small chase, and she almost immediately begins rolling in the grass, leaping up and rolling again.
Far-Cry in his lupus form has stopped his chase of the vixen, having turned to his cub and splays his ears at her for her chiding. He snorts and abruptly makes a shift back to his breed form, clothes reappearing while the painted mask in his middle forms. "If that fox let me catch her, I might've eaten her for good measure," remarks the halfmoon. In a slightly better mood now, though, he gestures for her to follow him around back towards the house. "Come on then. We'll leave the fox alone and get you showered."
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