2/17/2004
10:52 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
It is currently 22:44 Pacific Time on Tue Feb 17 2004.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.71 and rising, and the relative humidity is 100 percent. The dewpoint is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)
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:
Sidhefuil
Ashley
Fat-Ripper(#4061PJceq)
Wolf-Heart
Obvious exits:
Burial Mounds Story Tree Caern of the Hidden Walk Western Bawn Southern Bawn Northern Bawn Eastern Bawn
Wolf-Heart looks curiously at the sudden change in Fat-Ripper's behavior, not staying a second before unceremoniously shaking himself off and starting a little away from his dugout. Carefully, he cuffs out polite a greeting to little human with wings blood.
Sidhefuil barrels energetically bawnwards from the caern, galloping over damp, woodsy earth toward the answering call of her packmate. Easing into a trot, she skirts the area before nearing Fat-Ripper and bumping crown against shoulder in greeting. The cub and the Fury get a curious glance, then a merry whuffle. For the time-being, she seems to have shed her somber mood, from the gathering.
Slightly tilting her head to the side, the Fury stares at Sidhefuil for a moment, before glancing to the Gnawer and the cub. She huffs out a breath quietly, shouldering her satchel a bit to get a better adjustment.
Fat-Ripper returns the barreling red wolf's greeting with equal energy, bumping shoulders and sniffing at her, leaping up on her hind legs and then down, licking at her muzzle. We're pack! she announces to the other two assembled, by way of explanation, looking quite pleased with herself.
Wolf-Heart, quite naturally, is ill at ease with the sudden influx of elders around his humble abode. He chuffs out another polite greeting to Lures-The-Beast-Rhya, backing away from the three as if to give them all the space they need... so long as they stay out of the hole, that is.
Bawn: Southern Forest(#3017RAJ)
Evergreen trees spread their overhead branches wide across the forest floor. Each tree limb interlinks with its neighbor, forming a thick overhead canopy of pine needles that leaves the forest floor dim even at noon. An apparent tenseness seems to permeate the air here, and there is a somewhat less than subtle feeling that perhaps something is watching. The behavior of the wildlife in the area betrays a certain wariness that suggests the presence of predators nearby.
The southern edge of the bawn is marked here by the railroad tracks which run from St. Claire and Kent's Crossing to the west, towards the mountains to the east.
Contents:
Ashley
Wolf-Heart
Fights-For-Hope(#3988PAJYce)
Obvious exits:
Ash Grove Railroad South Into the Caern Sept Compound Half Moon Pool Western Bawn Central Bawn Eastern Bawn
Best get used to the general unease that floats around a dark forest out in the middle of nowhere. And to top it off, it's drizzling a bit. Picking her way through the forest with surprising quiet for human ears, Yi does her patrol.
Wolf-Heart grunts to the assembled elders that he has to get back to work. That said, he beats a hasty path back down south to what he was doing before: wandering the Bawn on his hap hazard patrol.
Yi squints into the dark, wiping off drops and readjusting her hood pulled over. Phantom-esque, the ragabash pauses beside a tree, reckoning she heard someone approaching, but unsure.
From the far south comes the sounds of an engine being reved and popped, reved and popped then suddenly roaring to life. Like a chainsaw or a lawn tractor mower or something of the sort.
Ashley glances upwards at the loud sounds, brows furrowing slightly. She doesn't say a word or gives the others a glance. Instead, she starts making her way off into the direction, clearing her throat.
Yi looks up rather as sudden as the unnatural sound of an engine roars its way through the night's silence. Travel goes faster by four legs than two, and that's how the ragabash quickly decides to converge on the point. She shifts to lupus, going to investigate.
Wolf-Heart was already headed that direction to begin with, the cub merely pauses midstride as he hears it, head tilting to the offending noise. He hurries in towards it, now chopping along at a much faster pace than before.
Yi looks up rather as sudden as the unnatural sound of an engine roars its way through the night's silence. Travel goes faster by four legs than two, and that's how the ragabash quickly decides to converge on the point. She shifts to lupus, going to investigate.
-Pack-, Sidhefuil confirms, echoing Fat-Ripper with a satisfied growl. The revving-sound comes on the end of that, ears thrusting forward, ears and irises darting in the direction of the sound. The Fianna wolf's ruddy pelt bristles some as she expresses that the machine-snarl is unusual so close, and begins to slink steadily southward, nose working... A few heartbeats later, she's racing through the bawn to check it out.
Fat-Ripper greets Ashley with a cautious sniff and a bit of a faint flick of her tail, as the Fury steps out from the trees. The sounds of a motor quickly draw her attention and her head jerks towards it, turning, ears pricking forward, intent. Her face shows confusion and a low growl builds in the back of her throat. When she sees her Alpha bolt forward, she's off like a greyhound after its mechanical rabbit.
Making her way quicker through the path, Ashley hitches her satchel a bit, drawing her bow out and slowly, but expertly assembles it. Her eyes narrow intently, rain soaking her face and hair as she ducks her head a bit, growling quietly in her throat.
The sound of the engine continues, a lower thrum that occasionally builds up into a louder, more taxed reving. The group continue their run and the sound gets nearer and louder till suddenly it stops altogether. Soon they see it. It looks like a big spider, except the legs are made of metal tubic links, looking like a steel vacuum hose. Tipping those legs are three pronged claws, like sturdier and more heavyduty versions of the kind you would see in an arcade crane game. The body is a giant tractor engine which vibrates as if running... but no sound comes from it. Under the body hangs what appears to be a decently tightly woven net, in it are various woodland creatures, all apparently either knocked out or dead. You see it first as it ambles down a tree. Once at the bottom it snaps at a squirrel that runs from it with an amazing speed and drops it through a hole in the engine, depositing it in the web net/bag... the forest rodent suddenly stops moving upon touching the net.
Three-Blades slams to a stop soon as she's within view of the mechanical beast. What the heck? is what her expression ought to read, if one were able to see it in the dark. That doesn't stop her from reacting though. The Gnawer throws up a howl of alarm, calling any Guardians and Garou within range to the scene.
"Metal." Rumbles the Fury as she strides forward without care or worry, shifting upwards into the Glabro form as her eyes narrow, looping the bow into her satchel once more. Her boots stomp into the muddy water beneath her, fingers flexing slowly in and out.
Wolf-Heart skitters to a stop along side Three-Blades, the Ahroun rearing back slightly as he takes in the creature. As she puts out her call, the Ahroun shifts down to Hispo, not exactly sure what to do in this situation.
Sidhefuil pulls up near Three-Blades and Wolf-Heart, looking thoroughly unsatisfied at the sight of the thing--disgusted that it made it onto the bawn at all, and annoyed that it's a spider. Always -spiders-... But, what the fuck? That's quite an exoskeleton. The Fianna doesn't hesitate to bulk up into crinos, inhaling deeply through flared nostrils.
Fat-Ripper streams through the forest in Lupus form, staying closely behind Sidhefuil, making sure she can keep an eye on the Wolf-Heart slightly ahead of her as she goes. Her eyes widen when she sees the monstrosity, and she sniffs, and begins pacing quickly back and forth near her Alpha, still in Lupus. Wolf-Heart, she barks out to the Cub, low and even, calm, control. Stay with us.
The 'thing' seems to ignore the Garou keeping their distance, moving very fast, yet still soundlessly and without disturbing the surroundings. It quickly snatches an oblivious rabbit from a bush, the rabbit being caught struggles to get free, and shakes off the claw, a chunk of grey fur and some flesh apparently as the fur is bleeding still in the claw. Before the rabbit hits the ground however, another one of the clawed legs snaps from around the side, grabbing it once more anqd throwing it in the net. The spider itself doesn't seem to ever stand still, already it is off towards another tree. There is still no noise from it... and curiously no smell of metal or blood or gas or anything either.
Three-Blades sweeps her ears back as she tries to figure out how this thing works. She shifts to crinos as well, figuring this is hardly a time to worry about the Veil. ~Surround it, and try to take out the engine, and don't let it reach the caern,~ she growls in consideration aloud. Even as she shifts, the ragabash is pressing forward now, to give the creature a hearty trespasser's greeting.
Slowly, Artemis draws her bow and arrow once more from her satchel. "Wait." She says in a loud rumble, shifting herself up into the war form. The clothing melts away, but the rest of her grows into a larger, more fearsome creature. The bow and arrow come to life as it curves perfectly into her paws. ~Do not move.~ She says to the others behind her. She takes a moment to aim, the lets loose in a fluid, expert manner, shooting at one of its legs with her steel tipped missles.
Wolf-Heart does exactly what Three-Blades announces he should do. He prowls off in the opposite direction she travels as he presses inward to the metal beast, growling as he goes.
Three-Blades blinks at the words, then stops. Only when she does hear the twang and swish of an arrow does the ragabash continue on.
Fat-Ripper bulks up to Crinos, form rising up into the sky. ~Wait!~ she barks out at her Tribesmate, snarling, ~don't get close. It's not right.~ That's all the explanation she gets for now, though, as Fat-Ripper moves off to flank it as well, glancing once at Sidhefuil as she goes. ~Stay away from it,~ the Theurge repeats, searching for Wolf-Heart, now.
Sidhefuil crouches low, talons digging into earth, looking frustrated. She continues to eye the mechanical spider, scanning for a weak point. Her packmate's warning is well-noted, and though she leans in, muscles spring-tight and ready, she waits to see if someone else has ideas.
Yi is growling as she steps forward, but as she gets nearer, suddenly her voice is no longer heard... apparently even by herself as her ears perk in natural response to this phenomina trying to hear herself. She pauses at this point as the arrow is fired, which seems to lose its desire to fly straight forward part of the way to the Spider as it slows and curves down to the ground rather much earlier than it should, like it just didn't feel like riding on the air. Wolf-Heart seems to clip this pheonomnia as he moves, as his movement too is silent for a second. He seems to be moving a bit slower and more sluggish during this time of silence, but only just. And he is out of it rather quickly and back to full speed and disturbing the grass beneath with the sound that would cause.
Rumbling quietly in her throat, Lures-The-Beast continues to stare at the metal creature, eyes glowing in a bright rage. She takes aim once again, this time, higher, above the beast, letting loose as the sturdy nylon sings once released. ~Do you understand? It is a vacuum.~
Three-Blades glances around as sound just seems to escape her. Luckily wolf posturing doesn't require sound as she backs up with ears up and listening. The arrow doesn't hit. No ping of something striking metal, anyway. The ragabash dislikes this highly, though she prides herself on being next to undetectable. She backs away quietly, but looks briefly back to the others where she'd last seen them.
Wolf-Heart backpedals, rearing onto two legs as he shifts further down to Crinos. The Ahroun looks around on the ground, grabbing at the first large and solid object he can find.
Fat-Ripper drops to all fours, rushing quickly towards Wolf-Heart, keeping well back from what she perceives to be the point at which strange things begin to happen, but all told a little heedless in her quick movements towards the Cub. She glares at the monstrous metal thing, her claws digging into the dirt.
Fights-For-Hope pages: You feel suddenly, along with the disturbing lack of any sound in the air, like a vacuum, but tired too... not the tiredness of sleep, you just don't feel much like moving anymore, don't feel like wasting all that energy.
Sidhefuil seems to understand--as much as one can comprehend such a thing, anyway. ~Vacuums can be clogged, then,~ the Fianna snarls, in the direction of the horror...but she studies the netted woodland creatures uneasily. Angrily. She continues to scan the spider for a soft spot, not intending to approach it, yet, on such uncertain terms...
Yi is backing up, ever so slowly like a lazy mammoth of old in her movements. As she seems to pass beyond the barrier she annimates again, her low rumbling growl can be heard, even her breathing seems to be audiable now, as it is quite labored. The second arrow lets loose in a higher arc, it too seems to lose its speed, but this one is well compensated for by its bow...woman, and it comes down upon the engine of the creature, scratching it, sliding off the body then falling to the ground. This... gets the creature's attention, and it rears up, dropping a squirrel it had just nabbed which starts running away, slows, and stops before it gets far. The Spider, without any noticable turning, starts off towards Alicia with great speed.
~Come to me, you metal piece of shit. Come to your doom.~ The Black Fury says with a hissing growl in her throat as she bares her fangs and claws upon it. She tenses, waiting, then lets her muscles spring as she leads upwards, high into the air, watching what happened to the arrow. Except, she weighs a whole deal more, and has claws to seek purchase. Her growl rumbles deep in her breast, exploding in a fearsome war snarl.
Three-Blades watches the spider's change of direction rather with a feeling of dread. She steers clear, knowing that getting too close would mean the same fate as that squirrel that had gotten less than a few feet and drop dead, for all she happens to know. The ragabash snarls aloud now that her voice is back, and she howls out to the bow-wielding Fury. ~Run! If it catches you you'll be dead!~ Then, she's looking about for something handy to throw and distract the spider.
Sidhefuil seems to have the same idea as the Fury, springing up from her low crouch with a furious thrust of hindlegs, barely seconds after. Arms spread wide, talons splayed, she aims to gain enough height and momentum before hitting the field, to land atop the thing--and avoid colliding with Lures-the-Beast. It's risky, but options are few.
Wolf-Heart does have something hand, unlike Yi, from his rooting through the ground. The Ahroun hefts the smallish rock (for a crinos, sizable for the rest of the world), whipping it hard at the spider like a discus, trying to keep in mind the arrows...
Fat-Ripper gives the Roach-Cub a fair smack on the back of the head with a closed fist, and growls at him angrily, ~Stay the fuck with me!~ Then she's turned, away from the spider, eyes flitting around quickly, looking for the biggest tree-branch she can find within reach, hopefully one longer than eight or twelve feet. With a quick leap she grabs it with her hands and pulls herself up, and begins chewing at the base with her great Crinos teeth, chewing rapidly, like a beaver.
Some will notice, that though the spider moves, none it move towards come under the effects of the power others have expirenced. It stops, just under 4 feet away from Ashley, and two leges snake out with the speed of a viper towards her, grasping at her legs in mid-air. With apparent great strength it hoists the crinos further up into the air, to hang with Ashley's finger tips about a foot or so above the Spider. Immediatly one other legs flies up to start tearing at Ashley's fur and flesh, pulling away small chunks of skin at various points that seem to start healing already, but not nearly as fast as they should be, and definatly not nearly as fast as new wounds are being made. The leaping Fianna is met with the tubular portion of the leg in midair, which slams into her, and carries her down to the ground... which she seems to impact with alot less force that she should. Once pinned, the claw of the leg snakes one of its prongs into her mouth, closes, and starts pulling while the leg itself stays pushing against her body pinning her down. At this point, Yi looks back behind a tree and finds a fallen branch, gnawed off near the tree itself... big one, about 7 inches thick and around 3 feet long, with various smaller branches coming off of it at points. The thrown rock from the chided cub flies true, strangly enough not seeming to be slowed at all, the aim could have been better perhaps but it does strike a leg with great force, noticbly denting the metal and knocking the spider off balance long enough that the leg holding Sidhefuil down slips off of and away from her. The Fury remains hanging above.
Snapping her eyes open, Lures-The-Beast shakes her head quickly. With a blur of motion, she lashes out with her claws, driving them deep into the metal limb holding her, giving a wrenching twist as she hopes to rend the thing into pieces. She opens up her jaws and screams out her rage, eyes wild with the tempest of a Black Fury.
Fights-For-Hope pages to the room: Of course, so others don't respond to it, while you can see her jaws open and her chest heave, no sound is heard.
Three-Blades glances up, triumphant with this discovery of a huge branch. Musing on this, but still with urgent thinking considering the plights of the Fury and Fianna, Yi turns the branch this way and that. This'll have to do. ~Cub, get another rock. A big one.~ The Gnawer's eyes focus, and she hurls the club in her hand towards body of the spider, where the legs holding Ashley connect.
Fat-Ripper looks up from her work at the tree branch, barely even started, at the spider as it lays into Sidhefuil and Lures-the-Beast, and snarls in Rage and annoyance, leaping down and making a mighty thud, rushing quickly around to where they are, skirting the edge of the mechanical creature's protective field, trying to reach it's `front`, or wherever it is her packmate is. There's fire in her eyes and her snorts rip through the forest night, as she scurries along on all fours.
Fat-Ripper looks up from her work at the tree branch, barely even started, at the spider as it lays into Sidhefuil and Lures-the-Beast, and snarls in Rage and annoyance, leaping down and making a mighty thud, rushing quickly around to where they are, skirting the edge of the mechanical creature's protective field, trying to reach it's `front`, or wherever it is her packmate is. There's fire in her eyes and her snorts rip through the forest night, as she scurries along on all fours.
Fights-For-Hope pages to the room: As a quick sanity check. Yi is hoisting up a large branch a bit away from the group. Fat-Ripper is coming down to get a better vantage point on the creature (there doesn't appear to be any front really. Though there is a portion where two legs in a row are being used, to hoise up Ashley. It has four legs on the ground right now, two holding Ashley, one ripping at her, and one that was till the rock hit, holding down Sidhe but now is just next to her, seeming to want to snake to get back into place holding her down.
Wolf-Heart doesn't kill the Bone Gnawer Theurge or otherwise rend her. This is only accomplished by the thinest margin, however. It's not clear if it is because Olga ordered him to follow, or if because he planned on heading that direction anyhow. The Ahroun rushes after the Bone Gnawer, speed fueled with rage as he fails to stop at the edge, instead setting to tackle the nearest pair of legs.
It all seems like a blur, despite the slowed motion, and Sidhefuil's on the ground with metal grabbing around in her mouth. Reflexively, she makes to roar around the prong, pain and fury, and is both panicked and disturbed at the lack of sound--like trying to scream in a nightmare... Even more disturbing than her inability to move while she's pinned in place. Her eyes begin to brim with resignation as the will to fight is literally sucked out of her, rage barely overriding when the cub's rock slams soundlessly into the spider's leg. In that moment, the Fianna is struggling to her feet and, though she seems to take the limb's assault personally, sends claws at the engine underneath the metal-monster, trying to avoid the legs.
The leg Lures-The-Beast attacks is rent and torn viciously, a green thick, and quite oily ooze sprays from the leg as if under great pressure covering the Fury and any ground nearby, and that leg starts flailing about, letting go of the Fury as it does, but battering against her viciously in its throws. The Fury, as just said, is half released but the other leg is still held, however, this does lower her down to be well within her left arms reach of the motor itself. Three-Blades steps in with small hops as she rears to throw the log with viciousness. Releasing the log it flies with great weight, though its spin slows much quicker than it should when it flies close to the spider, it doesn't quite make it to the leg holding the Fury, instead it impacts the body-engine of the spider, leaving a sizable dent in the 'gas tank' and earning the attention of the creature, which whips out the leg that was harassing Sidhe to grab at Yi's stomach just beyond the field and pull with such a large chunk of flesh, that the volume of meat torn away must be deep all the way to the bone, spilling out a few links of intestines onto her lower abdomen... this action does come with a sickening tearing noise. Wolf-Heart comes around with Fat-Ripper and he leaps like a flying squirrel, legs and arms splayed, and comes down on the leg that attacked Yi, still holding on to a good portion of her stomach, slamming it to the ground and laying heavy on top of it... he doesn't seem to do anymore to attack it though. Sidhe suddenly goes livid, frenzy burning from deep within and exploding out. She rears up and starts laying into the engine block, ignoring the legs that batter at her, even ignoring the one claw that rips off her right ear as she chunks into the body, that green spray flinging all over, covering her and the ground. Fat-Ripper howls with rage and goes in to take on the side with the most legs still on the ground, wrapping her massive arms around them and pulling... as she pulls the strength seems to leave her, or perhaps just the desire to pull. But her damage has been done, and bunching those legs together takes the thing harshly off of balance and it drops the Fury to the ground to set that leg down to prevent it from falling.
Three-Blades looks stunned with the utter shock of pain that rips itself through her system the way the spider's leg just ripped into her. It wasn't the reaction from the spider that she'd expected, for sure, but the log -was- supposed to be a distraction. Worked a bit too well, perhaps. As Wolf-Heart pins down the attacking leg, all she can think of right now is Not getting further eviscerated. That would have to be holding on to what she has, and that leads to sinking her own claws down into the leg that's got her stomach in there, and taking back what's hers.
Landing on her feet after the drop, Lures-The-Beast lunges forward once more quickly after clearing her mind once more, driving her claws into the engine, hoping to jerk the machinery off its metal hide.
Sidhefuil looks less werewolf and more demon as her ear's torn off and her rich pelt is slicked down with sickly, oily green. Rage isn't the only thing that burns inside her; the light of the Fae ignites in her eyes, glowing an eery, lambent silver-blue--two torches in their sockets, pulsing viciously. Fangs bared in perma-snarl, claws continue to spin wildly at the engine...she won't be satisfied 'til the hunk of metal stops moving.
Fat-Ripper's thrashing and struggling slows as the things arms encoil her. Her energy and will drains from her like a wrung sponge, and she simply lies there, entangled in arms, vacantly watching Sidhefuil's frenzied attacks.
The Gnawer that puts new meaning to the term gutless, almost with impunity, leans forward to her rightful flesh and prys it from the claw of the leg... which apparently has fallen and flails weekly(with all the weight on it) outside the edge of the field. Wolf-Heart continues to lay on that very leg, acting as the world's biggest fleshiest paperweight, though with some struggling he seems to resist the lethargy and grabs into the leg with two arms, and opens his massive jaws to bite down on the line, gnawing at it. With the increased whipping around that leg does, it is apparent that the Spider is not happy with this course of action Josh has taken. Sidhefuil does just that, a whirling rage demon who shows that little can quell the frenzy of Gaia's chosen, suddenly gets one claw caught in the Spider's gas tank, and with a massive snarl and rending motion with that arm, tears open the tank like it was hit with an anti-tank shell, more spilling out all this green liquid on the poor animals in the silk netting, and the ground. At the same time a similar attack occurs from the other side by the strangly calm and focused Fury. It is now when the Spider breaks down, or something close to it... all the flailing legs that were just attacking various targets flop onto the ground, and the thing reveals itself for some kind of spirit as it vanishes into the umbra, where it apparently materialized from.
And now, as it disappears, the field that came with it fades as well... all the sounds come back. And the people in the field realize their wounds and pain... and the fact that they weren't breathing all that well in the field, as the rush of air gives them a light-headedness... then there is Sidhefuil, who still faces straight forward, right at Lures-The-Beast... standing there and huffing as the frenzy inside tells her to fight and claw and bite!
Ears flickering green goop, Lures-The-Beast rumbles quietly as she tilts her chin upwards a bit, eyes flashing once, before she stares across at Sidhefuil. She continues to remain calm and focused, wounds slowly beginning to seal up, fur replacing opening wounds. She concentrates upon the raging Fianna before her, calling upon a gift from within, paws lifting upwards slowly, revealing forward in a calming gesture. ~The battle is won. Quell the fire in your throat, sister~
Three-Blades topples as her attempt to regather herself from the clutches of the spider leave her clawing at mid-air. A burbling bloody gurgle escapes the Gnawer ragabash as she thuds onto the ground and onto a pool of her own blood mixed with dirt and slick. She's not feelin' too well off, nope, but not as bad as it could be. Ahaha. Yeah right.
The Glass Walker rises upwards slowly, shaking his head with a loud snort of disgust, glancing down at the green slime that coats his fur. His chest heaves up and down, glancing around at the others slowly, allowing himself to catch his breath and clear his head.
Sidhefuil, dripping and snarling, shoves through the dematerializing monster, stalking toward the Fury who'd been attacking from the opposite side. Black lips are pulled taut over wicked fangs, unmoving, locked in a ferocious grimace. Her chest heaves, breathes wheezing through her nostrils as her lungs grow less constricted. The Philodox draws up close, very close to Lures-the-Beast--so near that she can feel the Fianna's hot, angry breath rolling out and over her. Claws flex, muscles twitch, and the Faerie Lights in her eyes flashes brightly before guttering... For a moment, she appears about ready to lunge forward and rip into the Theurge. But she doesn't. She manages to remain in place and, though shaking terribly, drops to all fours instead of attacking, gripping the ooze-covered earth.
Fat-Ripper blinks as energy and strength comes rushing back in to her great furry limbs and cloud which hung over her mind disperses. She makes to leap up, but is quickly stopped by a searing pain as wounds previously unnoticed make their presence felt. The sight of her Alpha in a mad rage, though, springs her to her feet, ignoring the pain. She moves quickly towards her, her form melting down and her fur digging itself in under human skin, taking on her Glabro form. "Layne," she attempts, softly, "y'alright?"
The ear of the Fury twitches once again as Lures-The-Beast simply stares at the approaching Fianna, not moving an inch, or flinching from her calm. As she drops down to the ground, she turns and picks up her bow and arrows, throwing the strap over her shoulder, growling to those gathered. ~Clean yourselves well, do not let the wounds get infected by the banes poison. I will preform a cleansing for those who will need it, and then, help heal the land. The animals need to be buried in the way of respect. I will be at the farm in prayer.~ She says, heading for the path, lumbering down into the Glabro form slowly as she holds her head up high.
Three-Blades lies where she fell over, wheezing herself as she concentrates on making nice fields of nothingness in her mental plains of pain. When her senses come back, it's just good enough to hear the Fury theurge's commands. She growls aloud, ~I'll get right to it,~ in a stubbornly ragabash way. The kind that grates defiance, as the no-moon heaves herself up to all fours - three rather, with one gingerly holding her own gutrope to her.
As the Fury speaks of burying the animals, one of the many many animals, of which there appears to be about 20, at the bottom of the pile climbs out from the animals all above it. A squirrel that is mostly clean from all the covering it was getting from the other futty creatures. It rubs at its eyes, as if asleep, and stares around itself with quick darting eyes.
"Fucking...hell," Layne whimpers. She's since whittled down to her human shape, curled on the ground and still covered in the green stuff. She's grasping the spot on her head where her right ear used to be, as an acute pain begins to throb there. Blood wells up through her fingers. She senses her packmate's presence, but doesn't--or can't--really acknowledge her just yet. All in all, she doesn't seem to recall much of what just happened.
Olga stands by Layne, and stretches out her back, straining her neck up, limbering herself, looking over her wounds. She looks around at the assembled, and frowns a little. She gives the departing Theurge a little look, and turns back to Layne, ducking down to kneel beside her. The Walker Cub gets a glance as well, but he seems to be coping, and she leaves him to himself.
Three-Blades winces some more with a painful growl. You know you're in bad shape when you're holding skinflaps together to keep yourself together. ~She'll need a Healer,~ the ragabash comments to her tribemate in regards to Layne's right ear amongst other things. Sounds come to her in short breaths, but she'll manage. The furry woodland creatures are watched, but otherwise only briefly given notice. ~And the cub...~ she looks at Josh, but nothing in particular comes to mind. ~... caern should know about this.~
Layne clenches teeth tightly, eyelids squeezed together, securing a breath in her lungs as if to try and ignore the pain long enough to speak. Gazing weakly up at Olga, only words she can form are a pathetic, "...hope I didn't...piss off Chimera..." she says, very likely talking about losing her cool. Then, her eyes trail a squirrel as it hops away from the mess, the sight bringing a strange little smile to her lips. She seems pleased, even if bleeding from the head, and soon manages to prop herself up and survey the area, the other Garou. The sight of Three-Blades holding her mid-section together elicits a distinct uneasiness in her own stomach.
Olga's muscles bulg and she sprouts fur, growing up to a truly massive size, and then slipping back down into the form of a large, ragged wolf, covered in rough scrapes which dig deep into muscle, but leave her fairly capable. Her muzzle comes down to nudge at Layne's neck, just below the ear, and then she lifts her eyes to the Ragabash, nodding. A howl is lifted up high into the night, a mere Here!, and then she tears off towards the Caern, legs moving stiffly against the muddy ground.
Three-Blades dares a toss of her head to flick off some blood from her fur, but this is about as much as she can muster. The rest, it seems, involves her pulling herself together, cleaning the area to a very mild degree, and finding a place to stay for the night and heal. Such is the life of a Guardian.
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