Luke chuckles. "You'll have to get used to it. Fighting is a pretty standard part of being Garou, and when claws or teeth are involved..."

Alicia shudders again and picks up her bag. "Eeh... I'd rather just carry a gun an blow off a head.. Still.. I don't think I could..dig my claws into flesh an rip it back out. Its just..ugh..." She sighs loudly and digs through her stuff.

Three-Blades nudges the door open with her muzzle, looking inside as her ears catch voices within. Seeing three others, she chuffs a light greeting before slipping into the barn and off to one side in the shadows.

Luke laughs. "If you were Glass Walker or Bone Gnawer, you _might_ be able to get away with using a gun in a fight, but even then, not with other Garou. Most Garou take a pretty dim view of using Weaver toys."

Luke adds, "Me, I grew up around them, but then, I'm not some old and crusty elder, either. You _have_ a gun, by chance?"

String-Singer looks to Alicia. You don't like to see Blood?

Alicia clears her throat and stares blankly at String, not understanding, then looks to Luke. "Um.. several...and a few knives too.. I grew up on th'streets." Luke grins. "You have one here?" Eager, rather than upset, though this isn't going to be the normal reaction.

Three-Blades finds a comfy spot upon a limp pile of hay and climbs up, lying down upon the plantmatter with a yawn that ends in a quiet whine. Her ears flick towards the group as she watches with interest.

String-Singer shrugs and checks his belly seeing that it has healed up but leaving puncture wound scars. He then shifts up to his homid form.

Alicia shrugs her shoulders. "Well... yah.. I have my entire life wi'me in my bags...Most of my gat's are in the city, but I have one on me.. only cuz its protection..I wasn't expecting ta'be dragged out here.."

Luke glances over to the wolf. "You have transportation out here? We can't exactly go shooting on the bawn, but if you've got a car, then we can probably find somewhere."

Alicia raises a brow. "We're ganna go shooting?" She asks curiously, glancing over to Luke, surprised.

Three-Blades gives her fur a hefty shake, though the process sprays some hay around her area. Travel by foot, through the forest, she replies to Luke. Not fortunate to have a ~car~.

Christopher simply remains quiet and observes.

Luke says "Unless you've only got one clip, that would be my vote, yeah. It's been way, way too long since I've been shooting." He glances over to Chris with a great big grin, and says, "Here's another lesson for you, if not exactly one for combat: how not to turn bright red and run away when you realize you're naked and there's a girl around."

Alicia glances idly over to Chris and smirks, raising a brow upwards. She whistles and cat calls. "Yo baby, bring that muffin ovah 'ere!" She's teasing of course, trying not to laugh. "I see ya baby, shaking tha'thang!" Turning to Luke, she nods her head. "Man, I got all sorts of shit...Shot guns, gats, Glocks, butter fly knives up in da' mix."

Christopher isn't completly naked. Pieces of clothing do dangle from his body. However, it still is embarrasing enough to make his face turn red, then edges towards one of the haystacks and hides behind it shyly.

Three-Blades, if she could roll her eyes, would. Her whuff of amusement, though, does tell of her humor. She just cants her ears to either side as she turns her head to look at Christopher from atop a hay bale, before glancing to Luke. Should give him ~clothes,~ not make him hot faced. Lolling her tongue, she slips off the haypile to pad over to Alicia's legs.

Luke asks, "Have a Browning 9mm you wouldn't mind parting with, by chance? Hell, any semi-automatic pistol, really. I'd owe you one if you did." To Three-Blades, he replies, "He didn't bring a spare set out here with him, and all the extra stuff is up in the attic, or I'd toss him some." He does toss Christopher his jacket, since the cub took that off before they started, just as Luke removed his. Something, at least, and it should help him with the fact that it's rather cold, too.

Alicia shrugs her shoulders and reaches into her bag, pulling out a small, hand held Glock. She slips out a fresh clip and slides it in, snapping it into place with a few clicks. Glancing it over, she balances it easily in her hand, then looks to Luke. "This is the only one I got 'ere, the rest is at the Oven."

Luke says "Damn, but I wish we could shoot on the bawn. Would probably bring the Guardians running, though. And yeah, I meant back at your stash. Wouldn't ask you to part with the only one you've got."

Christopher slips the coat on behind the haystack and walks out from under it. "I think I'll go to the farmhouse and get some fresh clothes. I really want to get my clothes deticated so that this doesn't keep happening.

Three-Blades sniffs upwards, smelling the scent of gunpowder just dripping from the Glock and into the air. A flick of her ears and a snort show mild dislike of the idea to be shooting around here. You want to hunt? she questions to the enthusiastic cliath.

Alicia laughs and glances down to it, then twirls it around in her hand quickly, sliding it down into her belt. "Ahh.. its jus' the one that Nevada gave me when well..we were..in th'norm ta'gether." She takes a deep breath, then slips the gun out and puts it back into her bag. "Adam says I can't leave the farm house yet, that its dangerous for me. Duh, like ah' wasn't living on the streets already."

Luke shakes his head at the wolf. "Nah, just do some target practice, really. I used to go shooting all the time, but have only even _held_ a gun once since coming out here, and for a few months before. So I'm gonna be rusty as all hell, but I wanna get the skill back before I get any rustier."

"Ya' know.. " Alicia says softly. "If ya got a potato, ya can turn it inta' a silencer by shoving the muzzle inta' it." She drawls, glancing to Luke with a shrug, then zips the bag up. "Its real muffled, hard ta' hear."

Three-Blades rumbles and stretches, languid in motion. Need to hone skills too, I do. Not able to ~shoot~ very well. Maybe you can teach me, one of you. She opens her jaws slightly, the action curving her lips almost like a smile.

Christopher quietly walks over to the barn door. "Guys. I'll be back later. I need to put on some new clothes."

Luke raises a brow. "Seriously? Huh. Bet the gun's a bitch to clean afterward, though." A wave to Christopher, and then he replies to the wolf, "Sure, once I've had a little chance to get back in practice."

Alicia shrugs her shoulders. "It is a bitch, but if you can pop someone in the head with the first shot, fuck it, the gun did it job right?" She chuckles. "Ya can do the same with a soda bottle, the small plastic kind. It makes a loud 'thump' noise, but it muffles the gun shot."

Three-Blades whuffs with interest, not hearing of these techniques before. Then again, most triads back home would either do the job extremely well, or extremely grotesque. With a swish of her tail, she pads back over to her haypile and lies down, still watching.

Luke shrugs a bit, not having actually used a gun to shoot anyone before, but still interested in the makeshift silencers. He chuckles. "Damn, girl. You can talk guns with me, managed to get along with Helen," his tone indicates he considers the latter something of a feat, "Have you met a Garou you _don't_ get along with, yet?"

Alicia scratches the back of her neck. "Well, Jamethon gave me some sleeping pills, grinned, told me not to call him sir or Rhya, that he wants me to call him Jimmy." She giggles, glancing up to Luke with sparkling optics.

She's a Child of Gaia, the Gnawer no-moon in lupus whuffs from her haystack. Three-Blades lolls her tongue with amusement, tail swishing over the hay with a rustling noise. You get along with the Get as well. Impressive.

Luke forgets for a moment that Alicia doesn't understand the wolf when he includes her in his reply, "That she is. Might just have her elders emulating her, before long."

Alicia blinks and glances to Three-Blades, then back to Luke, missing part of the conversation. "Emulate? What does that mean?" Curious as always.

Three-Blades simply flicks her ears in good humor, then glances at the cub. Don't understand wolf tongue yet?

Luke says "Act like. 'Cause I think you're doing a better job of getting along with folks than some of your elders do."

Alicia blinks slightly and takes that as a high form of a compliment. "Really? Wow..." She says, grinning even broader. "Well, I mean, its not hard.. Ah'don't see why I gotta be much trouble..all ah' do is keep my mouth shut when its not wanted ta'be heard, and only speak when asked to. I figure its not my home, so its not muh rules." She brushes away her hair, shrugging. "Thank you so much Luke. That meant a lot."

Christopher walks inside the barn wearing some new clothes.. or some really old ones that he found in the attic. The pants seem to be a bit small for him.

Three-Blades turns her head to look as the Fianna cub re enters. The amusement isn't lost from her as she spies the cub's somewhat mismatched clothing. With an ear trained on Luke and Alicia, and another on Chris, she licks her nose with a flick of her tongue.

Luke grins. "You're welcome. Just make sure you're a good influence on the other cubs, instead of letting them be a bad one on you."

Alicia nods her head to Luke, chuckling. "I will definitly try, thats the most I can give you. As long as I don't lose half my stomach in a ....training exercise, I'm sure I'll be in high hopes."

Three-Blades decides to roll a bit in the haypile she lies on, turning onto her back and thoroughly easing into the farmbush. Ahhh... darn itch.

Christopher walks up to Luke and hands him back his coat. "Here you go. I was wondering. Do you know anybody who can deticate my clothes?"

Luke says "No worries. He'll be good as new in a few days. Now that you've shifted, it takes an awful lot to do any permanent damage."

Alicia nods her head to Luke. "That doesn't make it /hurt/ any less I'd guess. I mean, getting hit by a car still sucks even if you can heal within a day or two."

Christopher blinks and looks to Alicia. "You were hit by a car? Ouch."

Luke hehs. "Yeah, you've got me there."

Alicia shakes her head. "No.. I was talking about being a Garou...even though you can heal quick, it still hurts to get hit by a car." She laughs, glancing to Luke again.

Three-Blades pauses in her roll at Alicia's words, making a grunt of curiosity at her from her halfburied state.

Alicia looks over at Yi, grinning, then forces herself to shift, her clothes melting into dedication.

Pretty-Paws bows low, wiggles rump. POUNCES the half buried Asian Woof.

Luke answers Christopher, "I don't dedicate, at least not yet, but if you talk to the Righ, he's who dedicated my stuff."

Christopher blinks. "You mean Brian?"

Three-Blades rowfs, being pounced. She nips the playful pup and pushes at her with upturned forepaws, off onto the haypile beside her. A paw comes up to push against Pretty-Paws and she licks the coggie cub's muzzle once.

Pretty-Paws wiggles slightly and rolls in the hay with a chuff, flickering her ears. Nipping at Three-Blade's ears, she lolls her tongue happily, allowing herself to be licked, then tucks her head under the Elder's chin, batting her eyes. See, pretty.

Luke just grins as he watches the two wolves at play, a brief nod of assent to Christopher's question.

Christopher moves over beside Luke and folds his arms, watching the wolves play. He also has a grin on his face.

Three-Blades flicks her ear in a minute dodge from olfactory playbiting, and nuzzles the cub's head. Pretty, yes. You have a name, in wolf?

Pretty-Paws nods and is called Pretty-Paws by Adam, because, they are. She lifts one up, showing. See, pretty. This one too. Lifts the other, then flops onto her back.

Three-Blades whuffles, pressing her nose into the cub's soft underside and sniffing, then glancing over the four dainty, pretty paws the cub has sticking up in the air. A short hop, and her long tail brushes over the cub's muzzle, almost daring a nip as it tickles.

Pretty-Paws sneezes from the tail tip, then snaps quickly with her jaws, trying to catch the end. Ganna getcha ya sister.

Three-Blades whips away the end of the tail, giving the cub a light thumb with the end of it as her jaws clamp down on air. Then the older lupe bounces a couple of steps away and whurfs. Only if you can catch me.

Pretty-Paws leaps to all four paws and goes into a play bow, rump and tail up, flagging left to right. Her ears pin back to her head, growling loudly in play. I can! I can! With that, she springs forward, darting to the left, away from her, then slinks to the side, moving with fluid agility as she leaps towards her friend.

Christopher looks to Luke. "You know, I really need to find Steven and talk with him."

Three-Blades leaps away just as the cub darts at her, turning to keep her tail out of reach of the young one's jaws. The dark, long furry bush wags just slightly, held high as she backs up a few steps and growls playfully, Not gonna let you.

Pretty-Paws continues forward, zig zagging, darting and leaping from left to right, crouching low to the ground. Digging her claws into the ground, she fakes a deft leap to the right, instead diving to the left, hoping to catch her off guard and take them both down in a tumble.

Luke remains most amused at the antics of the two wolves, though not making any motions to shift down and join in. Not the sort to interrupt, Luke. To Christopher, "Would be a good idea, yeah."

Three-Blades isn't all that bad when it comes to playing, and drops to a roll as the cub dives, raising her forepaws to catch her and toss her away with the momentum.

Pretty-Paws yelps in surprise and tumbles to the side, crashing in the haybales with an excited chuff. Sprawling to her paws, she barks a few times in confusion, then sneezes.

Luke is standing next to Christopher, watching the two wolves at their play with amusement. His right forearm has a fair amount of dried blood on it, evidence that something a little more serious might have occured earlier.

Three-Blades is back up on her feet and chuffs to the pup, Told ya so. She whuffles, wagging the flag of a tail like the prize of the contest. With that she turns and bounds towards the two Fianna, zipping between them and coming to a halt on the other side, watching Pretty with ears pricked.

Christopher sighs his head. "I don't know Luke. I just don't understand what Steven wants me to do. I tried my hardest to tell those stories to him." He sighs softly. "Mabye I am not cut out to be a Galliard."

Pretty-Paws watches Three-Blades with a sour expression, yawning widely to reveal her teeth. Snapping her maw closed, she chuffs and sneezes once more, then slinks close to the ground, creeping after her. Going to get you!

Luke says "For your sake, I hope that's not true, cub."

Three-Blades bows low, her eyes daring the cub to come. Come and get me, then. Her golden amber eyes watch Pretty's every movement for moments, before she too starts slinking, towards the pup.

Layne sneaks in from the yard, a finger stuck in the middle of a paperback as a temporary placeholder. She looks between the wolves at play, and her chatting tribemates, deciding what to make of the situation. She thought she'd heard honest-to-Gaia fighting in here, earlier. But it certainly could have been her imagination.

Pretty-Paws pauses for a moment, fur bristling along her scruff as she lowers closer to the ground, then quickly slashes out with a paw, sending out a flurry of dust and hay at Blades, hoping to use some dirty fighting. Then, leaps forward, trying to tackle her.

Luke comments to Chris, being between the two wolves and all, "I think we're about to get caught in a crossfire."

Christopher turns around and looks towards the door getting ready to leave and sees Layne. He urks slighly and lowers his eyes slightly but grins to her. "Hello Layne."

Three-Blades turns her head to the side and balks backward a step, only to feel a wolf's forepaws tackle her. The two of them go rolling, right in between Chris and Luke in a furry ball complete with nips and yips.

Luke shifts down to wolf. If _he's_ going to get caught in it, he's going to be in the right shape, at the very least. So much for his policy of neutrality. He pounces on the both of them, not going after either of them in particular.

Pretty-Paws continues to paw and nip, trying to reach around her amidst the confusion to bite that tail! MINE! I'm going to win! Grrr!

Christopher looks down suddenly as the wolf brushes past him. "Woah!" Then steps back a few feet. "Will you.... ahhh can you do." He sighfully grins watching the wolves at play.

Three-Blades for all the rolling and nipping and pawing, still manages to keep her tail elusively out of Pretty's jaws, with the cub only coming out with a stray strand of fur or so between her teeth. Blades turns and rolls to Chris' feet, moving out of Luke's pouncing range and leaving Pretty at the cliath Fianna's mercy.

Pretty-Paws is tackled by Luke with a muffled yelp and chuff, growling in frustration. So close! Pushing her paws up into Luke's stomach, she shoves as much as she can, but not being the most strongest of wolves. Darn. I lost.

Layne eyes Christopher blankly, steering clear of the wolven warpath. "Yeah. Hey," she greets him, sliding her gaze toward Luke's arm, then back, brows arched loosely.

Christopher looks down at Three-Blades and smirks, then looks up to Layne. "Layne. Umm... we need to talk. It's about the story that you told me eariler."

Runs-at-Dawn leans his muzzle in very close to the wolf beneath him's ear, and a soft noise escapes him, one that he's trying to make inaudible to the cliath wolf not far away. Bet I could distract her for ya. See, making friends with people can occasionally pay off.

Layne wades through dustmotes to find a seat on a haybale, asking Christopher distractedly as she watches the wolf-play. "What about it?"

Christopher grins nevrously. "Well, I was wondering if you could tell it to me again. You see, a few days ago, I went and told the story to Steven, and well.. I forgot a lot of it and I began making up stuff. Apparently, he knew the true story and well.... let's just say that Steven doesn't like me much now.

Three-Blades whuffles and slides back up to her paws, dusty with bits of hay sticking to her brown and black pelt. She busies herself momentarily, turning her head to pick off a strand of hay with her teeth and completely missing Runs' wolfy whisper.

Pretty-Paws snorts at Runs and glances away and up. Sure, I'll never get her, I may as well just give up. She casts a quick, coy look to Dawn, one hidden by a wolf smirk, then feins being upset once more, plopping her head into her forepaws. I suck at being a wolf.

Christopher says "Forgot."

Runs-at-Dawn lets her up, after the admission, trotting haughtily over toward where he used to be, and not at all coincidentally, also in the general direction of Three-Blades. And I hope you've learned to expect the unexpected, like people jumping in, too. The reddish-brown wolf starts to sit, but instead crouches, leaping for his target without making a single sound in warning.

Three-Blades was giving her coat a quick shake, legs sprawled for a bit of balance. The pounce completely unexpected, she yips and tumbles as the Fianna thumps into her and knocks her paw over tail.

Layne bares teeth at Christopher, lips softening it into a predatory smile. "Improvisation isn't a bad thing, but you can't go rewriting Fianna legends." The half-moon clears her throat, then decides, "No. I'm not going to tell it to you again. Because I already told it to you once. You can learn it the way I did: research. Books," she says, raising the paperback she holds emphatically.

Pretty-Paws is off in a flash, blurring into motion as she dives into the pile, sinking her teeth into Blade's tail, giving it a quick jerk. I WON! YAY! She seems overly enthusiastic and excited, wriggling around. We make good pack.

Christopher nods. "Very well then."

Runs-at-Dawn lets the Gnawer up quickly enough once the cub has gotten her prize, though he's just a touch wary of retaliation. Now you see why wolves run in packs.

Three-Blades gives another startled yip as teeth bury themselves into her prized tail. She wiggles the appendage between the cub's jaws, trying to loosen it. Her eyes shoot Runs a look, though it's not at all bitter. You sneak, helping the pup. She growls softly, half rolling back onto her side to look at Pretty. Ears flick forward, and jaws flash as she clamps her own over the cub's muzzle, not too hard but firm enough.

Pretty-Paws blinks and yelps in surprise, pawing at Blade's chest, gruffing and huffing. She flops to the side, hoping to loosen the hold, then continues to push.

Layne wonders aside to Christopher. "What did you tell Steven, anyway?"

Runs-at-Dawn tells Pretty-Paws, You're at her mercy, when she has you like that. He sounds as if this is a simple statement of fact, and gives Layne a look of some sort, though a brief one.

Christopher nods. "Want me to tell you what I told Steven. Okay." He sits down on a nearby haystack and begins explaining the story to her.

Three-Blades growls again, releasing her hold on the cub's muzzle slowly. Rising to her paws, even with Pretty attached to her backside, she gazes towards Runs with ears pricked forward, almost intently.

Pretty-Paws lets go of the tail, then rolls to her paws, butting her head into Blade's side, nuzzling her with affection. Her own tail swishes back and forth. This one Understands, yes.

Layne catches the Theurge's look and returns it with a smile, just as brief. To Christopher, she shakes her head. "...the stuff you made up about Cu Chulainn."

Three-Blades stands over Pretty, dominant to one wolf at the moment. Her eyes continue to gaze at the Fianna though, and she steps over the pup to start towards Runs, ears forward and tail half held at it's highest.

Pretty-Paws slumps down to her stomach and lolls her tongue, watching Blade's antics curiously, learning more of about the social lives of wolves.

Alicia brushes off her sweats as they rededicate, then pulls a knee to her chest, leaning against it.

Runs-at-Dawn advances to meet the other wolf, ears forward and tail held at the proper level for one greeting an equal. He remains silent, letting posture and scent speak for him.

Christopher sighs. "If only I can leave this barn and head over to a Libary, I would easily be able to find the stories that I am looking for.

Three-Blades sniffs, though giving the Fianna no quarter of submission on her part, despite her tribe's low rank. Then, just as she makes like she's going to look away, she half rears and uses the power of her haunches to send herself towards the other, jaws open and seeking.

Alicia glances idly over to Christopher and shrugs. "Ya'know, you stress too much. You really should try taking a deep breath and just calming down. Really.. Maybe you should try a smaller, simplier story or something."

Christopher eyes rise up to meet Alicia's "Yeah, but I don't even know of Steven would like that at all... let alone anyone else who I tell it too."

Alicia shrugs. "Why you care so much 'bout this Steven dude? Tell your stories to Luke, or shit dude, tell them to.." She pauses, thinking. "Adam." She runs a hand back through her hair. "Practice on other people before you start with the big guys. Tell stories to cubs. Start with something /easy/. Tell a story about yourself. Talk about your first change, tell people about your life, or family, or an adventure you had. Then spice it up some. Once you get the hang of that, since your already knowledged about that type of stuff, go onto your Fianna lore stuff, start small, finish big dude. Thats all I can really say."

Runs-at-Dawn was wary of just such an occurance, but the smaller wolf is the quicker of the two of them. Still, he has time to duck his head in protection of his throat as she lunges in, at least.

Christopher says "Oh....." he looks back down towards the ground looking deep in thought. "Yeah. I guess I can do that. I guess that I just got so overwhelmed when I heard that the Fianna, Galliards were storytellers and entertainers. I thought they only told stories about Fianna lore. I never realized that they told stories.." He then looks up to Alicia. "..about everything.""

Three-Blades clamps her jaws down on the scruff of Runs' neck firmly, and tries to use what bit of mass she has to try and knock the other down. Pound for pound, she probably isn't as heavy, but the lunge momentum might add to the weight.

Alicia chuckles and shrugs her shoulders. "Yo dude, I'm a galliard too, remember. I don't know if I'm much of a story teller, but I sure can yap eh? I dunno, I'm still learning, just as much as every other cub here." A slight twist of a smile forms her lips as she glances towards Blades and Dawn, then looks to Christopher again. "If you just have patience and find the confidence inside, you'll do just fine, trust me man."

Layne's brows flicker at the girl's suggestions for the Galliard. She bobs her head in approval. "Smart. She's right, Christopher. Tackle something simple, first."

Christopher nods feeling a little better. "Thanks. I feel much better now."

Alicia grins. "Hey, I'm a tree hugger, thats my job dude." She puffs up a bit, squaring her shoulders, holding her head high in mock dignity.

Runs-at-Dawn doesn't quite go down completely, though she's certainly got the upper hand from the initial strike. Still, the Theurge isn't one to just roll over quietly, and so his teeth seek for a grip of their own, since the grip she has on him puts her own throat within his reach.

Layne returns to her book, freeing her finger of its pages and propping its spine against her knees. One hand twists slowly at a lock of hair.

Three-Blades rumbles, ears flattening as she feels fangs sink into her throatfur. What else can she do, except turn. Her body slides closer to Runs' body as she lets go of his neck. Pulling back, she stretches out the skin caught in the other's teeth, only to lunge diagonally at his head, again trying to loosen a grip on her and knock him down.

Christopher sits down on a haystack. "Well, I do like to talk about myself a lot. But I won't rush into it. My main concern should be learning how to hold my own in a fight.

Alicia shrugs her shoulders slightly as she glances to Chris. "My only concern is staying alive period." Her lips touch gently with a hint of a grin, sighing softly. "I was hoping Lise or Adam would come by today, but I'm sure they are busy doing stuff."

Christopher smiles to Alicia. "Well, learning how to fight is, in a way, staying alive isn't it?"

Alicia chuckles. "Keeping yer mouth shut 'round th' bad ass Elders is anotha' way also dude." She winks, leaning back to stretch out her body, yawning.

Christopher places a hand behind his head and chuckles. "Yeah. I guess that's true"

Runs-at-Dawn releases the grip on her throat as she releases his and starts to draw back. She's quicker on the lunge, certainly, but now he's lower to the ground, still crouched from her earlier strike, and much harder to knock over. A faint growl escapes from his throat, not really accustomed to playing the dominance game as a wolf, and becoming annoyed with it quickly.

Alicia draws her backpack closer to her once more and plops it into her lap. Shuffling around, she wrinkles her nose, shoving odds an ends to the side. "So, Chris, you ever fought before until now?"

Three-Blades hits the other with a soft thud of body clashing with body, but as she feels the jaws release she backs off. Ears that were flat rise halfway, though her tail remains at an uncertain midlevel. You're hard to knock down, Runs-at-Dawn. She straightens up and simply peers at the halfmoon with a confused gaze.

Christopher grins. "Aye. Let's see now. I was smacked around by Brian, the day after when I got here. Then a few weeks down the road, I got my butt kicked by Steven. Then after when I told my story which he calls an Abomination I was nearly killed by him. Then Luke came along and offered to teach me how to fight and help me with my Physical Training. He kicked my ass a few times there. Then today, I sparred with Luke in my Crinos form." He then lifts up his shirt exposing his belly with three clawlike scabs on his stomach going down. "As you can see, it wasn't pretty."

"So..You get your ass kicked a lot. I gotcha." Arizona gives him a wide grin, brushing away her reddish and brown streaked hair from her face. "Well, at least your learning, the hard way, but yer' learning dude." She pauses, then stands up, turning her back to him. Lifting up her shirt, she reveals the numerous burn and stab wound scars, along with the Tat of the state of Arizona in red ink. "Ah'm used ta'fighting on th'streets. AH'd get jacked up at least twice a month yo'when da' East side be kicking it up in da'mix."

Christopher winches. "Ouch. I know that's gotta suck... a lot."

Alicia shrugs and drops her shirt. "No.. what sucked the most is that I did stupid shit. I got myself fucked up on drugs.. and Yi here..with Jarred and Lise...helped me out." She pauses. "Big time.."

Runs-at-Dawn doesn't like going down, if he can avoid it. But if I went to far in jumping at you, then I will not do so again. The Theurge dips his head, posture slightly submissive as gesture of apology, if only for a short time.

Christopher shakes his head. "Well.. you're not taking anymore drugs are you? I heard that stuff was bad and I've seen people on drugs that proved what my parents and teachers at school told me. This is why I am not doing them."

Layne almost misses the Ragabash's look of confusion, peering over the top of her book. "Don't look at me," she offers grinningly to the wolf.

Alicia shrugs her shoulders. "Nah... th'only thang I got in my blood stream is some pills tha'Jimmy gave me ta' help sleep. Other then that, I'm now one week clean."

Christopher quirks an eyebrow. "Hmmm.. a Drug to get rid of a Drug.

Alicia shakes her head. "Nah, a drug ta' help me sleep. AH'went cold turkey fo' my addiction, an its eating me up inside, but being a Garou is helping kill that craving."

Three-Blades blinks at Layne, then tilts her head a little. She straightens up and pads over to the halfmoon. Her own head dips momentarily, but in respect to the Fianna. You fight as well as you play, she rumbles, giving Runs a few licks on his muzzle to show no hard feelings. I should train with you more often, Runs-at-Dawn. Don't worry about the jump. All in good play.

Christopher smiles. "I wish you the best of luck Alicia. I really would hate to see you go back.

Alicia shrugs her shoulders. "An I wish ya th'best of luck too. I'd hate ta' see you get killed cuz you can't sing." She smiles, winking to him playfully. Christopher chuckles. "Oh I can sing." He begins nodding. "I can also play the Guitar too."

Alicia thinks for a few moments, then shrugs her shoulders. "Ah can dance." She says softly.

Alicia pushes herself to her feet, then snags her back, heading to the door. "Good Night everyone, I'm going to turn in."

Christopher smiles. "Perhaps if I can get my hands on a Guitar, I can play a song for ya to dance too."

Runs-at-Dawn is clearly pleased by the response. I would enjoy that, I think. Perhaps one day soon.

Alicia smiles, pausing at the door as she gazes towards Chris. "Not that kind of dancing. What ah' do, isn't G-Rated." She smiles and slips out.

Alicia leaves the barn through one of the doors. Alicia has left.

Christopher chuckles softly. "Like I would mind."

Three-Blades nudges the halfmoon softly in the shoulder, and trots over to the haypile she deemed so far, as hers for the night. Soon, could very well be tomorrow. She grins wolfishly, and lies down, tired out by the exertions of the day.

Three-Blades whuffs a short good night to the others, yawning with a soft whine as she does. Then, she digs herself into the haypile and curls up tail to nose, allowing the natural feeling of sleep to wash over her.