Alicia shifts up to her breed form as well and grins, plopping down next to him. "I don't know, I'm really good at this game." She winks, playfully pushing him over. "Anyways, I insist you come by tomorrow for Valentines day."
A rustle of bushes and some growling heralds Yi's approach, the hispo slowly making her way down into the caern center. Ears perked towards the sounds of voices, she pads in and sniffs.
Squall grimaces slightly at the mere mention of the holiday, letting out a long sigh. "Maybe, I don't know. I'll stop by, just won't stay too long I think. Got to wander off and be melancholy and get all deep and reflective and crap."
Squall glances up at the huge wolf padding into the area, he quirks his brows a bit, unfamiliar with this one, or at least, in this form. Offering up a bit of a grin and a wave, the Wendigo continues his everlasting tradition of being surprisingly friendly when met with a new face.
Three-Blades rowfs at Squall, knowing him though he doesn't remember her. ~Don't remember the only Gnaw-digo in the area?~ She opens her strong jaws in a grin and lowers down onto her haunches beside the two homids. ~It's Three-Blades, silly no-moon.~
Squall snickers, ruffling Three-Blades chest. "Hey fuzzbucket, whatcha up to? Haven't seen ya around in awhile." The Wendigo shifts his legs, folding them under himself Indian-style.
~Likewise,~ Blades replies with a chuff. ~Nothing much. Nearly culled a cub, and got nearly got culled myself.~ She twists her neck slightly, the action revealing some deep red scratches through her dark fur. ~Cub's hamstrung though. And not allowed to the farmhouse until Elan-rhya tells Adam himself.~
Squall winces in sympathy, but nods at the judgement. "Sounds like things got a bit out of hand. Cubs tend to be a little...hyper, to say the least, heh." He either thinks the same assumption doesn't apply to himself, or doesn't feel the need to point out the obvious.
By the steam vents, Patches of sunlight shine through the fog that perpetually hangs in the caern. Any glancing toward the steam vents might catch the glimpse of a moving shadow on the valley wall, or the scent of the caern's single Stargazer adult.
Three-Blades sniffs, flicking an ear backward as well, listening. ~Cub thought he'd want to be treated equal before he'd learn anything. Hope he learned that wasn't how it worked,~ she rumbles.
Squall chuckles, nodding. "Yeah, it's not exactly uncommon to be clueless when you're a Cub, unless you've got some pretty decent folks teaching ya from day one. Even then it's real easy to screw up." He sighs, sounding as if he's had personal experience in this area.
Three-Blades moves over a little, an ear still trained towards the steam vents, and butts her head against Squall's side gently. ~You seem to be turning out ok. Where've you been anyway? Living the wolf life around the mountain?~
Squall smiles a bit again, eyes gleaming a dull amber in the wan sunlight. "Oh yeah, slaughtering squirrels by the dozen, and running into trees as often as possible." The cub snickers. "Regular blast, I tell ya. Just wish I was one shred closer to going on my Passage already."
By the steam vents, Rides-Fire doesn't linger in the damp air of the steam vents. Once well on the valley floor, he walks toward the caern center. His black-brushed tail swings lazily behind, betraying no immediate stress.
By the steam vents, Rides-Fire heads into the center. Rides-Fire has arrived.
Three-Blades rumbles with thought, her tailtip twitching. ~Soulcatcher has been around. I'm packing with him, and Sepdet, Duane... we've just got a totem quest to go on. If you want, I'll put in word for you to your elder. Sooner we have more cliaths, the better.~ Her attention turns with her ear, and she dips her head towards the newly fosterned Gazer elder.
Squall gnaws thoughtfully on his lower lip, before nodding. "Sounds good to me. I know my tribe wants to get me on my Passage kinda soon, just don't know when and I still think I need some more preparation." The Wendigo's eyes follow the turn of Three-Blades' head, and he tilts his head curiously at the inbound Gazer.
Rides-Fire greets Three-Blades amically enough. Good to see you have healed. Three-Blades dips her head again, though the red scratches seen through her dark fur show. ~Healed, only to have almost killed a cub and get a few scratches myself,~ she replies with a rumble. ~Can still go to Gaia's Tears, if necessary.~ Her eartips flicker with humour. She's so eager to fight, maybe she and Rotem should switch auspices.
Rides-Fire's good ear flicks back, betraying some distress, before he again speaks. I would like all that would go. You should speak to Peacekeeper. He will organize our forces. I seek him myself, but I have not yet scented him.
Three-Blades rumbles quietly in acknowledging it. ~I'll look for him.~ Turning back to the Wendigo cub, she chuffs. ~Have you met Rides-Fire-rhya?~
Squall smiles, having kept quiet till now. He shakes his head to the Gnawer, before turning his attention to the Gazer. "Pleasure to meet ya. Squall Akshani, Ragabash cub of the Wendigo." He bobs his head in greeting.
Three-Blades flickers her ears a few more times, drinking in sounds of the caern and its surroundings. ~Still owe me a squirrel hunt sometime, Squall,~ she whuffs at the Wendigo. ~Being the other no-moon of your tribe, you are the only other to teach this no-moon about the no-moon's eyes to the wild.~
Squall grins at the mention of a squirrel hunt. "Heh, soon if you're lucky." He climbs to his feet with a sigh. "But for now I gotta run back to the bluff. Got some work to do if I want to keep stocked up on firewood and some food. Think it might rain tonight, so I think I'll be needing the fire even more. Take care you two, I'll see you around." The Wendigo cracks a grin and waves before shifting down and loping out of the caern at a quick pace.
Three-Blades whurfs a good bye to the departing cub, before turning her attentions back to Rides.
Rides-Fire watches the cub go as well before turning back to the other adult. You spend much time in the woods? he asks. You speak of packing with those that do not often go to the men places.
Three-Blades curls her tail about her paws to keep them warm, dipping her head. This one decided when she came, to explore the wild. Came from a place with no forests except those of twolegs dens. The woods here, they are Gaia's beauty at its greatest. As much as this one is of the Scab, this Garou has a heart for the wild. Her jaws open slightly in a grin. Which is why this one sought Soulcatcher-rhya to teach her of the forests. Someday, this one will spend a few turns of the moon solely as wolf.
Rides-Fire looks pleased. Good. I wish more of your line felt the same.
Three-Blades licks her muzzletip. Change is good. The Scab will always be this one's den, but these are times when too much of anything will be...too much. She grins a little more openly. This one's teacher was a Gazer, though twoleg born.
Rides-Fire's interest sharpens. Really? How was he called?
Three-Blades tilts her head slightly, thinking just what /was/ her teacher called... This one believes it was Wind's-Touch. A halfmoon, fostern. Her head dips slightly. This one did not call him that name though. Simply, Rhya, or this one's own tongue for teacher.
Rides-Fire wonders what he taught you. The Stargazer sits as he voices this question, obviously ready for as long a story as the Bone Gnawer feels like sharing.
Three-Blades looks thoughtful, the twitching of her tail showing her mindworks. He taught this one of balance, mind and body. How to fight, how to keep peace, and how not to get into too much trouble with fullmoons. She lolls her tongue a bit. Some fighting ways, changing forms in midstrike, of the Gazers. But this one was called to Grandmother's bidding before this one fully learned. Perhaps it is because of Wind's-Touch, this one seeks balance of Scab and wild in her.
Blooms-Pain stirs a bit from her resting spot, having gone to sleep a few hours ago after her play with Ember. Ears prick a bit from the noises near by, allowing her eyes to creep open to glance to the others.
Three-Blades licks the side of her muzzle, thinking what else her Sifu taught her. Most of this one's teachings came from her own tribe though, but Rhya's lessons were a welcome luxury. Walkers found other things to do and Shadow Lords were finding things to do to the Walkers... Her tail thumps a bit on the ground. Life was busy, to say the least.
Blooms-Pain pushes herself up to all four paws, then trots towards the two, holding a typical submissive posture when around Rides-Fire. Slipping to Blade's side, she licks at her muzzle once, lightly wagging her tail.
Three-Blades actually isn't dwarfed for once, being hispo-size. She rumbles a greeting to Blooms and thumps her own tail against the galliard's. ~Farmhouse boring?~
Blooms-Pain gives a wolven grin, happy to see her friend. This one is spending some time, talking to Gaia in her own way, wanting to enjoy the quiet of morning. Fell asleep here.
Rides-Fire considers what Three-Blades told him, turning his ear toward the new conversation idly.
Three-Blades rumbles softly in an agreeing tone. Wouldn't mind sleeping here. Her eyes take a slow route to gaze about the caern before settling on the galliard. Has Dies-for-Others spoken about your rite yet?
Blooms-Pain thinks for a moment, ears flattening to her skull. Few more moons, then perhaps, if he feels that this one is ready. Drawing her gaze to Rides-Fire, she dips her head in a slow nod, then speaks again. She wonders, will you continue to teach her the ways of the wolf? So that this one can complete her teachings?
Three-Blades flickers her own ears, sniffing slightly. Reads-in-Darkness also has her rite coming. Soon, this one thinks. Need to scent out Shadow-Eyes-rhya and ask. As Blooms asks Rides about teaching, her own gaze turns to the Gazer to watch his reply.
Rides-Fire splays his good ear outward, finally coming back to himself. If those of your line do not mind, I will be pleased. There are not many of the wolf-born here now. Angry sorrow punctuates this last statement.
Blooms-Pain nods her head in agreement. This one is sure Dies-For-Others would approve, has spoken to him about it. He wishes for me to complete this, before my rite, before I can have other responsiblities, and I'd wish to learn from the /best/. She compliments the Elder with a slight smile, twitching her tail.
Three-Blades lolls her tongue at Alicia's own silver tongue. The best this one's seen as well. This one heard of only one Talon in the woods. Were there not more?
Humor replaces the Stargazer's anger. There is only one now, he agrees. He runs with me in Final Strike. There were more, but this is a hard place for the wolf-born, especially the children of the Great Hunter.
Blooms-Pain has met this Great Hunter while she stayed upon the lands. Does not think he liked this one much, he seemed suspicious.
It's Three-Blades' turn to be curious. Great Hunter? Her ears cant to either side, expression inquisitive.
Rides-Fire chuffs. The Great Hunter. ~Griffin.~
Blooms-Pain notes that is what the Talon refered to himself as. The Great Hunter. As the Wendigo call themselves, the Great Winter. A loll of her tongue is offered.
Three-Blades chuffs softly, an 'oh'. This one has not met many spirits since coming here. Perhaps packing with crescents will change that. She licks Alicia with a goodnatured flick of her pink tongue.
Rides-Fire says packing with the tooth moons will certainly do that. Turning back to Blooms-Pain, he comments, My line often call those the children of the Ice Hunter, though the Ice Hunter is dark in his anger, and his rage is often part of his naming.
Blooms-Pain thinks she understands that part, seeing most of the Wendigo angry at something. Has spoke with Ember about this. Her muzzle forms a frown.
Three-Blades recurls her tail. Children of the Ice Hunter have a stiff seriousness about them. Perhaps it is because of their tribe spirit. This one met Wendigo, or an ancestor of the Wendigo. Chilling. Her fur ruffles a bit, as if the very thought makes her cold.
Rides-Fire says that you cannot truly follow the path of any guide without taking on some of what they are. The Many-Faced One makes me think about things that no wolf need worry about. I have known the fight for peace under the Horned One. I have known the never-ending rage of Wolverine. I now hold to the stubbornness of Cougar, who will not leave once she has chosen to fight. Pausing, he adds, It seems that many are more affected by those that guide the pack than those that guide the line. Perhaps because they see those more often and often sought them out.
Blooms-Pain slips down to her stomach, resting her head over her paws, listening intently to the StarGazer speak. Its amazing when he does, for he always captures her complete attention.
Three-Blades rumbles softly in agreement. Still, it is all under Gaia's guidance. Her thoughts change quickly, though, back to present news. Does your pack turn to Scab matters, Rides-Fire-rhya?
Rides-Fire shakes his ruff. When all answer a call, we will go. We are only four, and only two man-born, so the man places are not a place we will seek. It is hard for me to judge the strength of foes in the man places and there are many there that are strong. I will lead my pack there only when those that lead think the battle will not sacrifice our lives.
Three-Blades chuffs. Fair enough. This one gathers for a hunt, as announced in moot, to the underground. Still, this one has much to plan with Defiant-Storm and others. It will be a while yet, but this one plans on taking back the territories below.
Blooms-Pain perks her ears forward, listening to Three-Blades, then responds. This one, if ready, would like to join that battle below with you.
Rides-Fire dips his muzzle. I know little of fighting in the holes of the man places, but I know something of going into the dens of other creatures. It is often necessary to pull out, back into the air. We can not, less we earn Cougar's displeasure. If our strength can be used without needing to retreat from a foe, we will be glad to fight. We are not afraid to die, but I do not wish us to die without need.
Three-Blades licks the side of her muzzle, ears flicking with no indication of disappointment. It is your pack spirit's wish. This one does not force any unwilling to go and fight unnecessarily. The twolegs holes are indeed small. This one will need to think of how to fight without too many losses compared to what can be gained.
Rides-Fire chuffs, satisfied. Wryly, he adds, She has no special feelings about the man places, or so our tooth moon tells me. Still, he is the child of the Great Hunter, so he may only wish to protect the wild places. I also wish to protect the wild places, but letting the meat go bad in one place spreads the rot through the body.
Three-Blades dips her head in a small nod. Indeed. This one has planning still to do in that area of thought. And this one wonders if it will affect the ways of this one's own pack. Our quest for a spirit's guidance will be soon, this one thinks.
Rides-Fire wonders what you will seek.
Three-Blades rolls her shoulders a bit, loosening some muscles. The pack seeks Salmon, for healing and cleansing, or the Horned One. Even the Horned One's cousin, the black Horned One, for its noble fight. We will see though. Two-Souls and Hope-Star both have ties to the spirits. This one does what she can to contribute for our cause.
Rides-Fire startles at the second, his ear flickering back and forth as he betrays both indecision and, strangely, some anger. Nightflash and I sought for those that would follow the Horned One, and failed to find a pack.
Three-Blades balks a bit as anger travels a small current in the Gazer's action. My pack seeks the Horned One in manners of healing, cleansing, and defending the weaker. This one does not know of this sept's pack histories, though would gladly listen to your tales if you have them to tell.
Blooms-Pain has fallen asleep despite the idle conversation between the two Elders, her chest lightly rising and falling by each breath she takes.
Three-Blades ponders, just briefly, as she gazes down at the sleeping galliard cub. An idle thought crosses her mind... she has a message to give Alicia too, from Nevada. Hm.
Rides-Fire makes a short turn of his head, keeping rein on an anger that still struggles under the surface. It does not matter. Hope-Star would not pack with me, much less with Nightflash. If you follow him, I hope you do him honor.
Three-Blades dips her head towards the Gazer elder. This one will do what she can to honor the totem and all spirits of Gaia. Lifting her head again, she tilts slightly to one side. What past actions your histories with Hope-Star, I hope you both can find a balance. That said, her eyes shift down briefly towards the sleeping cub, and a mischievious grin crosses her features.
Blooms-Pain continues to rest where she is, the conversation passing over her in distant mummerings. Her tail tip twitches idly from side to side, her pretty paws stretched out in front of her. She definitly looks to be at peace and at the mercy of the New Moon's wicked thoughts.
Rides-Fire gives another twitch of his head, almost an impatient shrug to a homid's mind. He does not speak yet, mulling over the news.
Three-Blades decides well heck, why not? Her hispo form tilts little by little, and finally flops onto the galliard cub, pinning her down under the heavy furry form. Woof.
Blooms-Pain yelps and wakes up quickly, eyes snapping open. A series of loud, upset barks quickly spill from her throat, looking scared shitless.
Rides-Fire backs up a few paces from the exchange, his tail twitching faster. Abruptly, he goes to the pool to get a drink.
Rides-Fire heads southeast, towards the waterfall. Rides-Fire has left.
By the waterfall, Rides-Fire approaches the waterfall from the center of the caern.
Three-Blades keeps the moondancer pinned for a few more seconds and finally lifts herself up off the startled gibbous with a loud whuffle of laughter. Courtesy of Sheeps-Clothing, though he wanted me to tackle you.
Blooms-Pain still looks completely confused and excited, her body wriggling around all over. After calming down, she snorts, taking a deep breath. What was that? Why would he want you to tackle me for? That sneaky jerk. This one will get him back.
Three-Blades lolls her tongue, sitting up again. Her lolling though, is short lived. He wanted me to tell you that he was going to follow his dream. Black-tipped ears flicker. He said you would know what he meant.
Blooms-Pain furrows her brows a bit in thought, tapping her tail gently along the ground as she thinks. This one... doesn't understand. Dream? He had a dream? By Gaia, why didn't she pay much attention to his ramblings earlier.
Three-Blades rumbles, out in the mother tongue, ~He said, that he was going to 'fulfill his stupid dream... to pick a fight with a cowboy. I'm gonna find the biggest sonuvabitch wit spurs there is, we're gonna throw down, an when he asks me just who the fuck I think I am, I'm gonna say I'm Washington, and I came for some wild wild west, you country motherfucker.'~ Her own hispo tongue makes the words sound strange, but the meaning gets across. Her gaze turns to Alicia. ~He left, few nights ago. Fixed Jay's car, cleaned up the apartment, took Kyle's ashes and was gone.~
Blooms-Pain stares off for a moment with a soft sigh passing her muzzle. Oh. That dream. He had so many stupid dreams. Burying her muzzle down into her paws, she takes a deep breath. He was always a bit crazy.
Three-Blades whuffles softly. ~He's Nevada. Can't expect much more than that. He said he would come back though. And when he does, I'm calling him Highway-Flyboy.~ Her whuffle gets louder.
Blooms-Pain chortles in laughter, brushing herself gently against her friend. This one will always call him ~Ashley~. I will miss him while he is gone. I hope he returns to see me rite, to watch me become a cliath.
Three-Blades dips her muzzle low. ~Sure he will. Or if not, he'll come back and find that he can't pull rank on you.~ She lolls her tongue.
Blooms-Pain flickers her tail and lets out a slight grin. He can't anyways, he will always be ~Whipped~ over me.
Three-Blades rumbles in a goodnatured growl and rolls down onto her back. A long sigh from the hispo Gnawer escapes her throat as she wiggles a bit in the grass.
Blooms-Pain leans against her friend and softly woofs in concern. She wonders, if you are ok? You took quite a beating the other night and she was scared for your life.
Three-Blades stops in her wiggling a moment, and paws at the moondancer. This one is fine. Being a Garou has advantages, and healing quickly is one. That beating, I'll admit, was not one I expected from a cub. This one is sorry to have caused so much worrying and havoc.
Blooms-Pain gently licks at her muzzle and flattens her ears back. If that cub is lucky, he won't run into me. This one has a few choice words for that ~shit head~.
Three-Blades flops to one side and lifts her head a bit to gaze at the cub. ~I think he learned his lesson. He's been hamstrung. Kaz cut the tendons on his legs. Can't move anywhere for a while.~
Blooms-Pain does not think the hindrance of walking, will make him wise up. This one was put in jail for stealing ~cars~, so, this one would go do it again, just to prove to herself that nothing could get in her way.
Three-Blades sniffs a bit. ~But you were not nearly killed in jail. The cub's had his guts ripped out, and now his throat. I say if he does not wise up, he's certainly going to be culled, be it by me or by another.~
Blooms-Pain dips her head in a nod, but doesn't continue on with the conversation of her past times. Lets just hope so, she hates seeing her friends hurt.
Three-Blades turns her head a bit and licks at the cub's leg in reassurance.
Blooms-Pain nips at your muzzle gently and leaps to her paws, stretching out. This one wants to meet her brother.
Three-Blades wriggles a bit and gets up to a lying on her belly position. Speaking of your brother, any ideas? This one knows little about telling how kin is kin, and does not want to make mistakes in Veilbreach. Did you ask Dies-for-Others?
Blooms-Pain flattens her ears back. This one hasn't had the chance to speak with him. He is always so busy, and stressed out. She does not wish to add to it.
Three-Blades paws at her muzzle thoughtfully. ~If he is kin, then there must be a way to tell. Maybe if we blindfold him and take him near the farmhouse, and see his reaction.~
Blooms-Pain nips at your paw gently and wags her tail back and forth. ~Perhaps, Cindy says that I should speak to my tribe first. So, I will ask Adam first.~
Three-Blades dips her head in a nod. ~Well enough. I would not want to be messing up anymore in Adam's eyes.~ Her ears flicker back then forward.
You paged the room with 'I'll be back.. darn comp. Need to reboot.'.
And Apparently, RP dropped away there. :P