When Skull Pigs Attack
1/13/2005
08:24 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Bawn: Western Forest(#3018RA)
Tall Sitka spruce and sequoia crowd around and above you. Many of the trees are old, their branches twisted into impossible shapes, trunks broad and draped with lichen, mosses and creepers. Tendrils of moss hand down from them like green spiderwebs, snaring the unwary with cold, ghostly fingers. The patches of younger growth are dense and pale, needles tinged with silver. Matted undergrowth huddles sullenly in the occasional small clearings, clutching with thorns and burrs at the legs of those who would pass. Deer seldom venture here, but the forest is full of rustlings, and tiny glints from wary, watchful eyes.
The forest spreads out to the east, bounded on the west by Sunrise Road. From farther to the west, one can occasionally hear the distant sounds of the town of Kent's Crossing.
Contents:
Karl
Tersa
Erika
Cole
Alicia
White Bear
Fwiffo
Obvious exits:
Highway 22 Overgrown Path Sunrise Road Farmhouse Caern of the Hidden Walk Creek Central Bawn Southern Bawn Northern Bawn
From afar, to the room, Fwiffo points out the current weather and moon phase: Chilled and Crescent.
From afar, to the room, Fwiffo clears his throat. Ok, I think I is prepared. Proper diction and usage of English language intended to follow. I cannot promise anything amazing on the level however. Standard Disclaimer: This is an ONS. You can be horribly injured and possibly even killed. If this does not sit well with you, please do not show up for the fight. That said... "ACTION!"
White Bear trudges along at his characteristic slow gait, nose to the ground. He's about on the bawn, as he often wont to do, making his way through the western portion from the direction of the Caern. He action of patrol also seems to be doubling as looking for food, as he pays an inordinate amount of attention to potential sources every now and again before moving on.
Making her way through the bawn is Alicia, having just shifted out of her Lupus form and deciding to make herself some dinner at the farm house. She doesn't bother to hide her approach as she walks, stepping on dry branches and leaves as she goes. "Hey Bear." She calls over to the once-walker.
On this cloudy evening the knife-moon threatens to peak out and shed illumination on the forest floor quite rarely. On occasion Luna does pierce the dull gray cloud cover, the two Guardians who happened to meet up notice that despite the extreme chill, a strange number of little forest creatures start coming from the southwest, running by them at a hurried pace. At first just a rabbit or squirrel here and there, then greater in numbers and variety they come. White Bear and Alicia are at first given a wide personal space by the passing critters, but their running is becoming more hurried and frantic, and soon they are not so careful to keep their distance from the two Guardian Garou.
For a moment, White Bear looks like he's going to chase after the critters, with all manner of dinner running right past him. But after a quickly aborted turn, he turns back the direction they're coming from, trudging forward. His eyes squint down to slits, posture reading 'caution!' rather loudly.
Pausing at the rush of animals, Alicia slinks herself down into the Hispo form quickly, sniffing at the air and starting through the crowd of critters, growling and snapping at the air to ward them away. The large dire wolf narrows her eyes as she moves on, growling to the Guardian behind her. Come, something has them spooked.
Soon, the rush of animals is finished, just not that many to keep coming it seems. But it takes a decent amount of time before the crazed chittering and other panicked sounds die down from the ears of the two Garou.
White Bear's posture hunches as he slinks along just a little in front of Alicia, ears skewed back as he grows increasingly suspicious. White Bear hears strange thing, he informs the other as he slips along. He keeps to the brush and bushes, acting cautious as his body language.
Letting the Ahroun take the lead, Guards-The-Flame continues to sniff the air a bit, then bristles quietly. Stay a moment, she gestures to the Guardian. She lifts her ears up and takes in a deep breath of the air about her, concentrating.
Guards-Flame flattens her ears back against her crown after a moment, then reaches out to nose the Ahroun. Wyrm, very faint, getting stronger. She growls quietly under her throat, then once more begins to prepare.
White Bear stops when the Fostern request him to, looking to her rather nerviously as she uses the gift. White Bear howls for his pack, now? He bluntly asks the Elder Gaian.
Guards-Flame bobs her head as she starts to glow in a silvery manner, her eyes glinting for a moment. Howl as loud as you can. She insists, then steps forward past the Ahroun, taking the lead as she crouches, snarling as the fur on the back of her neck rises up. Resonance should be close as well.
Just as Guards-the-Flame crouches, the settling silence of the surrounding woods is once again broken harshly by the high-pitched roaring of what sounds to be a wild pig, quickly answered by a second before the first is even finished. The ground begins to rumble with the beating of unearthly hooves upon it that quickly grow in volume to the point of catching the ear. Crashing into the open through large, and now decimated, bushes ahead come two severely large boars with tusks clearly overgrown for such a beast. The two creatures run side by side, a sight of carnage they are. Their tusks, hooves, and maws are covered in splatterings of blood and bits of gore and as they run they often thrash their heads to the side and butt one another with glancing, but goading blows. If the size of them made them seem unnatural, the green glow of whatever that is shining from under the blood on their tusks would close the deal. This and more of their sheer violent rage becomes evident as the pair come right towards Guards-The-Flame.
White Bear needs no second bidding from the Galliard. He quickly swells up to Crinos, handpaw wrapping tight around the massive war spear shaft as he remains all-fours. With a deep breath, he howls out the Wyrm's approach, a deep and resonant sound from the Crinos' voice box. He sets his spear as the things trample, head into any charge.
~Skull Pigs?~ The Fostern rumbles in her throat as she starts forward quickly on fast paws, bounding, keeping herself on the outside instead of the middle. It appears she doesn't plan on getting stuck in the middle. She aims herself for the right one towards her, darting in for a moment in a 'fake out', then launches in a blur of motion, hoping to snag her strong Hispo jaws into the foreleg and jerk it out from its balance.
It's only a few scant moments later when the howl is answered, deep-throated and from not too terribly far away. Howls-For-Glory is on his way, the sounds of branches breaking more than likely drowned out by the battle.
Three-Blades trundles along into another section of the western bawn forest in hispo, more for cold insulation than for alarm, but the Gnawer ragabash scented and even saw a few woodland critters scurrying to get away from something or another. Lifting her nose to scent air, her bark of inquiry is cut short by the sound of White Bear's howl. Turning in the direction of the Guardian's howl, she digs in her paws and races towards the fight with a sharp answer of being en route as well.
The fake out works a little two well for the Fostern, when with a blur of motion the leftmost Boar drastically butts the other one heavily to the side. The right one that the Child of Gaia was attempting to fake out, after catching the ground with its feet is suddenly coming at her from a right angle while the left boar still is heading right on target, getting his front left leg mangled, but managing to deeply score Guards-the-Flame across the back in the process. Then suddenly the Fostern is sent flipping side-over-side as the second boar comes in for its shot, tusks doing more as a lever than weapon for this manuver. White Bear has a clear shot into the side of the boar Guards-the-Flame bit and the tribeless one is able to get a good strong jab into the boar's side before it is pulled away and flies up and right into White Bear's midsection, bowling him over, leg still in Alicia's jaws as it, White Bear, and Guards-the-Flame land. The second boar is still heading in for a follow up strike.
White Bear doesn't like having 1 ton of pork on top of him. At all. And with the thing effectively on top of him, he does what any sane, God fearing Ahroun would do in this situation. Rages like Mount Saint Helen. The weapon is all but ignored as he snaps up with his jaws, claws attempting to rip the thing to tiny little pieces.
Growling in pain, Guards-The-Flame clamps her jaws down harder and then attempts to wrench the leg off with her strong hispo jaws, her movements quick and timed, as if she was ignoring the gaping hole in her side, trying to wriggle herself up right and tear away at the pig. She hopes to keep away from the creature's tusks as well, shifting her leaner body this and that.
Howls-For-Glory bursts through a last entangling bank of underbrush. The hispo looks on the scene, shocked into inaction for a split second as he takes in the rather impressive fighting. But then, a howl bursts from his throat, alerting the others to his arrival.
Three-Blades charges full speed still, hastened by the scent of blood and stink from whatever it is that is making a ruckus. When she finally is within a viewing distance, it's the sight of her packmate injured that sets her off. Hispo jaws open wide and the ragabash charges to throw what weight she can full on tackle to rival a defensive line leveled at Guards-Flames' pig.
The Boar is constantly lifting its head and beating it's tusks down and right into White Bear's face, scoring deep gashes and the sound of shattering bone beneath the male Garou's face. As White Bear thrashes from beneath the tonnage of the giant boar uselessly, despite Guards-the-Flame's valiant attempt and dehooving it... the humilation starts to set in for the tribeless one. Rage starts to flow and his thrashing, clawing, and biting goes from vicious and rage-driven, to a thralling attack from the edge of insanity. At the last moment when the Child of Gaia, who is currently viciously scraping her fangs on the thick bone of the stationary boar's leg, is about to be gored in the side by the unattented boar it is leapt upon by packmate Three-Blades, who quickly sinks her teeth into the thick hide on the other side of its body. The Gnawer and second boar are sent skidding off to the side, and the boar quickly is thrashing and struggling to get from beneath its new aggressor.
White Bear, heedless of the wounds, thrashes as he froths and frenzies. His claws lash out time and time again, jaws snapping to try to crush the thing's throat to tear it out. He almost looks rabid, quite obviously out of control.
Rising quickly to her paws, Guards-The-Flame roars into the crinos form quickly and then lashes forwards with her strong claws, hoping to get them around the thing's neck from behind and dig into the soft, tender flesh. She howls loudly in pain, wrenching back and forth with her clawed paws.
Three-Blades gets slashed a couple of times but stubbornly holds onto her target with ears pinned flat against her skull. Though the wyrm-pig likely outweighs her, she hangs on like any wolf to a struggling caribou determined to bring it down and keep it there. Her jaws clamp harder and she shakes her head hard from side to side, rabid police-dog style and all.
Howls-For-Glory thunders toward the pig currently trapping White Bear. Reaching out, he lashes at the thing's flanks, trying to rip open the Wyrm-beast's side while keeping a healthy distance from White Bear's thrashing limbs.
The Boar that Yi was left alone with, after recieving some nasty biting, leaps its front legs up, and with a violent twisting toss of its body throws Three-Blades up just enough to get it's tusks under her. This lets the beast gore her deep and straight down the right thigh from the inside near the crotch straight down towards the knee, sliding in like a hot knife in butter, and sticking in like the tusk was barbed. This has the sudden effect of laying out the Gnawer across the Boars back with her face hanging over it's ass while she is being flailed around in the most sickening display of ragdollery seen in these here parts in quite some time.
The other boar suddenly becomes more of a threat as it dies, for when the life leaves its eyes it roars out a harsh high-pitched keening sound and its head and limbs start thrashing around as if it too know what was involved in the thralling frenzy of the Lupine Garou. All three Garou near that one get their fairshare of deep gouges while the struggle to end its suffering. White Bear's face and chest are looking more like a side of raw beef with bone bits than so much of a face and chest as this brutalizing continues... but he cares not, as he starts ripping chunks of the death-throwed beast's flesh away from its body he hungrily stuffs it into his slavering jaws which chew straight through to bone, not even sparing his own paws the fury of his hungered fangs.
Soon as the beast dies, Guards-The-Flame stumbles a bit on her paws, looking like shredded meat. ~Three-Blades!~ She roars out, watching the horror, one torn ear flattening back upon her torn crown. ~Howls-For-Glory, save her!~ She calls out in a firm demand, a loud growl echoing in the pit of her stomach. She starts to advance towards her pack mate, but the sight of White Bear catches her eye.
Auggie runs as silently as possible through the woods in response to the howl, though the bulk of his weight snaps twigs to herald his arrival, the Ahroun having shifted to Glabro as soon as he passed the tree line. As soon as the fray comes into view, he shifts up to Crinos, realizing at once from the cacophony of cries, snarls and roars that this will not be an easy battle. He looks around for a rock to scrape his claws upon, and assuming he finds one, does so quickly and grimly.
White Bear's ravenous feeding slows as he tears flesh from bone, starting to almost physically fall apart. His jaws tear out more vital tissue from the dead creature, but he pauses in the feast. His muzzle tilts to the sky, making a gargling, almost liquid bubbling noise deep down in his throat as the flesh hangs from his teeth. The blood drenched Crinos wobbles wildly, slowly losing his ability to stand up as his eyes cloud over.
Howls-For-Glory is already moving as the Gaian elder commands him. Streaming blood, he's nonetheless a far sight better off than the others. He shifts up, into crinos as he moves. ~Hold on, Three-Blades!~ Cole rips at the side of the beast, and then tries to latch onto the pig's throat, a blur of claws and teeth.
Three-Blades can all but bite down Hard from the pain the rips itself from top to knee of her leg. The Gnawer lets go but a second after, her form shifting with the Rage that releases like a welling tide. Her forepaws, changing into a set of lengthened claws, strike for the belly of the beast to tear it inside out.
Pathfinder comes rushing in on all fours, having no doubt heard the commotion. The Gaian takes very little time to assess the situation, before striding toward the remaining boar, charging head-long into a hindquarter and leaping with jaws gaping, ready to sink in for grip, and slash with his claws.
The boar, when confronted by a charging Howls-for-Glory stops trying to shake free the foe on its tusk and instead actually charges forward in a powerful leap. The crinos Howls-for-Glory gets his teeth around the boar's throat, but recieves a gut full of tusk for his trouble, the tip of the tusk going straight through and barely poking out Cole's back, just to the left of his spine, well below his ribs. Totally occupied and unable to see from the two Garou impaled right before it's face, the boar starts to try and chew its way through Cole's legs, his own hind legs kicking and thrashing preemptivly against any rear attack. Pathfinder is able to pick his time to strike and teeth come down, ripping out a large and clean crinos-jaw sized chunk of its left rear leg, causing the beast to lose its footing and fall down beneath the weight of Garou atop of it.
As Three-Blades starts to drag her claws on the underbelly of this thing the pain takes over and her grunts turn to cries of rage, arms coming back above her head and flying with greater force to the boar's sides in a state of frenzy before, and after, the boar falls to its knees.
Taking a step towards White Bear, Guards-The-Flame suddenly seizes up in pain, her voice coming out in a garbled gasp as she falls forward upon her knees, then falls forward into the grass, twitching slightly, eyes clamped tightly shut.
White Bear, still behind at the other downed animal, slowly topples to the ground. A large chunk of flesh hangs from his jaws as he spasms on the ground, shrinking to breed form.
Auggie rushes up to the boar, attacking it from the rear alongside Pathfinder, trying gouge his claws through the other haunch and strip as much tissue as he can off the boar's backside. He'd like to try and gut the thing, but is wary of the frenzied, flailing Three-Blades. ~Pathfinder. Guards-Flame needs healing!~ the pitch black Ahroun roars to his tribemate.
Howls-For-Glory finds himself impaled, a surprised, muffled sort of grunt coming from his maw. As his leg gets chewed on, he does his damnedest to return the favor. With all of his strength that remains, the Fianna tightens his grip on the thing's throat and rips outward, trying to land a coup de grace on the thing.
Three-Blades remains frenzied, eyes seeing red the same color as her upper coat of fur. The Gnawer rips and shreds away at the boar still beneath her, jaws still biting deep as they can into the flesh of the boar. The searing pain in her leg only fuels her frenzy, and Auggie is utterly ignored.
Finds-The-Path snaps his attention to Flood-of-Flame with a snort, then quickly withdraws from the action. True, he does find his Elder in need of healing, but so too is White Bear - in his birth form no less. It is to him that the Theurge first comes in aid of, placing his paws gently upon his mangled skull and concentrating on sealing it.
The piled on boar suddenly, much like his recently deceased friend gives its unnatural death knell and begins a frenzy of its own. With a single powerful throwing of its head, Howls-for-Glory is tossed back onto his ass and Three-Blades is tossed over it's back, a part of the tusk having broken off and remaining in her leg, sticking out about half a foot. Those who remain around the boar: Pathfinder and Flood-of-Flame, feel the bite of its deaththrow as the boar bucks and turns like a rodeo bull, gashing and kicking them before they can make much of a move to avoid it, not all that much connects as neither had much of a chance to close in really good... Pathfinder does earn a nice deep scratch across the back of his leg as he turns to help White Bear, for his earlier leg biting efforts though.
Three-Blades is hurled off, finally, and her heavy warform smacks thickly into a tree in the path. The Gnawer crumples down, her eyes rolling up into her head as she melts down into her breed form.
Howls-For-Glory does, indeed, get tossed off the boar, landing on his ass. A thick groan escapes him, and he slumps to the forest floor. By the way his eyes roll, he's not quite unconscious, but hanging on by the slimmest thread of will. He's nicely quiet, though, aside from the bleeding.
White Bear's face looks pretty... well, fucked up. His eyes look like they are simply laying in place rather than being held there by lids and bone, the flesh around his jaw is tatters, revealing more than one should see of the gums and bone beneath. the bones are cracked in several places, and his chest looks like ground sashimi. The healing doesn't come easy... but with a small trickling of energy, most of the muscles under the skin and the bone knit together to at least show no gapping holes and White Bear is suddenly able to draw in a ragged breath at the same moment the Boar ends the deaththroes and settles down to peacefulness.
Pushing upwards with her Crinos strength, Guards-The-Flame is trembling, muscles tensed, her throat coming out in a garbled growl. ~HurrrRrrt.. ~ She grunts, clenching her eyes together tightly, trying to make her way back up to her feet. ~.. ThrrEeee-Blades?~ She calls over, trying to get a look to her pack sister.
Flood-of-Flame growls and attempts to sidestep the thrashing, but even the nimble Ahroun is to slow. Taking the blows with gritted teeth as the pig-thing dies, he turns to see his tribemate not healing their Elder, but rather White Bear. ~Pathfinder, what are you doing? Help Guards-Flame! I don't have the gift to heal!~ he snarls, irritated by the state of things, and angry at his own futility in the situation. Unable to think of anything else to do, he runs to the side of his future packmate, Howls-For-Glory.
Yi doesn't answer in her incapacitated state, but with her luck, is at least not in immediate death-throe stomping vicinity.
~Guards-The-Flame still stands!~ Pathfinder snorts in frustration, and he again ducks off to heal, this time to the unconscious Gnawer. He fusses with removing the embedded tusk before attempting to repair the damage it caused.
Howls-For-Glory manages to focus for a moment on Flood-of-Flame, and grunts. It's not much like intelligent communication, beyond recognition. ~Ugh.~
~Make sure everyone is alive, don't worry about me yet.~ Guards-The-Flame barely gets out as she lets out a hard cough, spitting out a mouthfull of blood from her muzzle. ~Need a cleansing. Flood-of-Flames, send word to RiftHealer and Endures-Pain.~
Yi remains where she lies, obscured by shadow and leaf. The ragabash's leg has a nice tusk sticking out of it, not to mention bleeding into a miniature pond.
Flood-of-Flame flattens his ears against flat against his skull, lips curling back in a snarl. Howls-for-Glory is ignored, in the Ahroun Gaian's sudden flare of anger. He regards Pathfinder in a huff. ~She does not stand, but crawl. Think! Who else among us can heal? Guards-Flame! You-ooooo-~ His wards are suddenly warped into a high-pitched howl of pain and discomfort. The Gaian's injuries are now burning as if somebody just poured salt into every open crevasse, and his anger is eclipsed by the sudden compulsion to stop everything, drop to the ground and begin licking his wounds. In fact, he does.
Finds-The-Path grips the tusk in Yi's leg and begins removing it by pushing it back out the way it came in. But he is soon stopped as tremendous pain burns in his leg where the flailing boar made its mark on him. He releases the leg and roars out, occupied by the agony.
Guards-Flame grunts under her breath as she notices how the others are fairing, then tilts her head up to the sky, bellowing out a loud roar, asking for help, from anyone who can hear.
Guards-Flame howls long and loud.
From Bawn: Western Forest, Guards-Flame can be heard to howl, ~Brothers and sisters of the Sept need help from any who can heal or cleanse!~
Howls-For-Glory's moan is cut off, mid-sound, like a door was slammed and cutting him off. His muscles go rigid, and he seems insensate.
In the distance, but not too far off, comes an answering howl, that Guards-Flame and Howls-for-Glory, at least may recognize as the Alpha', announcing her approach.
Yi still doesn't come around, even with the tusk sticking out of her laid open leg being pushed.
Howls-For-Glory is quite busy not moving or even making any sound.
Flood-of-Flame continues to lap away at the gashes in his hide furiously, though it does little good. Then, mid-lick, his body seems to freeze, his pupils dilate. The black Crinos slumps and collapses on the ground.
Pathfinder makes enough noise for everyone as his roar intensifies, and he rolls back onto the ground and writhes in agony, helplessly clutching his burning leg - unable to do anything else. He comes to relax though, the cry dying down into a whimper.
Reaching out, Guards-The-Flame clutches a tree and leans her weight into it, standing on shakey legs as she groans under her breath. The blood doesn't stop leaing out of her wounds and sticking to her fur, creating quite a mess. Breathing shallowly, she waits for the Alpha to approach as she feels her strength in the depths of her heart.
Finds-The-Path slowly brings himself back up, to continue his makeshift surgery on the Bone Gnawer's impaled leg. His composition is weakened, but he resumes trying to force the broken tusk back out the way it went in.
Slowly, the paralysis passes, and Howls-For-Glory starts to move. Not much. But he manages to wedge himself up, against a tree. His eyes scan from figure to figure in the glen, barely focused. He's bleeding from the hole in his torso, as well as the shredded leg.
Flood-of-Flame also regains control of his body after a time. His anger at Pathfinder is forgotten. He stands on four legs, lupine-style, to conserve energy, and sweeps his gaze over the carnage before him. Then, looking to Howls-For-Glory, he grumbles quietly, ~I am sorry. I came too late to help.~
Firewatcher is a few more minutes before her approach can be noted, a bark of signal to her approach, a body passing through the trees not quite as loudly as the boars, but not with the stealth of a lupus, either. The reason becomes apparent when she finally hoves into view, loping along in a hispo form that already given the dire wolf size of her lupus is even larger than most. Her tongue lolls as she pulls up to a halt, gulping breaths, and looks around to assess the situation.
Slowly slumping down to her knees, Guards-The-Flame leans against the tree heavily, ears perking upwards at the sound of her pack mate approaching. ~Firewatcher. Tainted pigs attacked. Their bite burns and paralyzes. Both of them are put down. Three-Blades and White-Bear are badly injured. I will survive.~
Yi lies at the base of a tree where she'd been tossed against, her clothes covered in blood. The large broken tusk sticking out of her leg gets tugged and pushed against by Pathfinder in attempt to extract it, though she remains unconscious.
Finds-The-Path finally frees the tusk from the leg, and tosses it a little ways aside. He focuses himself before placing his paws on the gaping wound, once again utilising his healing Gift to seal it.
Howls-For-Glory rolls his eyes to look on Flood-of-Flame. ~Not..fault,~ He shuts his eyes, safe in the knowledge that both boars are dead and he's relatively unlikely to die tonight.
Flood-of-Flame stands slowly and shakily, and places a paw on Howls-For-Glory's shoulder, offering what little comfort he can. His muzzle swings up to regard Firewatcher as she comes into view.
From the direction of the farmhouse, Chases-the-Shadows enters the scene in lupus. The young Ahroun takes a horrified glance around, choking back a cry as she spots her tribemates. Seeing that Firewatcher is unwounded, she makes her way towards her, barking a solemn greeting.
Firewatcher notces Chases-the-Shadows arrival and there is a pause before some sense of recognition enters her posture and she greets the cub in return. There is subtle invitation, nothing even close to a command, for the other uninjured Garou to join her, as she heads first to Guards-Flame and touching the Fostern Galliard lightly in comfort for a handful of seconds, but then going to each of the other Garou in turn, pausing while repeating the process.
Howls-For-Glory simply remains quiet. Anyone who happened to look could see the bark of the tree behind the Galliard through the hole the tusk bored. Aside from that pleasant note, he merely lays against the tree.
Guards-Flame chuffs quietly to Firewatcher as she passes by, leaning in to nuzzle her with her Crinos maw. ~Shadow-Chaser~ She rumbles to her cub, ears twitching a bit upon her head as she lets out a soft breath. Slowly, she tries to stand once more upon shakey feet. ~Help me towards Three-Blades.~
Yi's eyelids flutter with the healing she receives from Pathfinder, and as the grievous wound on her leg starts to close, she groans with sign of life. It is promptly followed by a jerk of her diaphragm, and the Gnawer cough-hurls blood and bile from inside her system.
Flood-of-Flame drops back down to all fours, again to conserve his depleted energy. ~Shadow Chaser,~ he grumbles with a mixture of surprise and weariness to "his" cub. When Firewatcher approaches, he looks up at her, trying to look strong, though it's clear the boar's bites have taken effect. ~I am not as injured as the others. What would you have me do?~
Shadow-Chaser goes to Guards-Flame as her name is called, and then shifts up to Glabro, to better help her Elder to Three-Blades. She holds out her hands to support Guards-Flame as she tries to stand.
Finds-The-Path strokes Yi's back gently after she hurls, then rises to scope out his next patient. He nods to Firewatcher as she offers what seems to be moral support, before continuing on his way to Howls-For-Glory.
Shifting down painfully to the Glabro form herself, Alicia leans into Stacey's form, glancing down at her tattered clothing and blood soaked skin. ".. so, still wanting to go on your Rite next week?" She asks the cub with a slight grin, limping over towards Three-Blades, leaning over to touch her. She begins to concentrate, letting out a soft breath.
Howls-For-Glory opens his eyes as Finds-The-Path approaches, watching the Gaiana wordlessly.
Firewatcher chuffs approval for Finds-the-Path's direction, having wound up near Yi as the last she has checked, and turns on her paws to look up at Guards-Flame. ~None of you show taint of the Wyrm, except Three-Blades. I have items necessary to do the Rite of Cleansing at the Cub Den. I would save your healing until that is done. Flood-of-Flame, when Finds-the-Path is done, help your packmate to return to the Cub Den, in the big empty building so he may shift and heal further. We will need to take White Bear there as well, until he can leave on his own. Cub,~ she says softly, ~will you help in this, while I get my packmates?~
Yi coughs hard again, with the stink of Wyrmy pig flesh and blood coming up with the pain that shoots from her knee and leg. The Gnawer turns her head to a side to avoid further choking, and her eye slits open a little further to try and orient herself.
Shifting down to Glabro, Alicia painfully leans into Stacey's larger form and gets led towards Three-Blade, pausing once she hears the Alpha's words. Glancing down to her Gnawer pack mate, then back to the Fianna, she lets out a hard breath. "Tainted? I know the Rite as well if you need some help, Megan-Rhya."
Finds-The-Path arrives at the tree, meeting eyes with the Fianna only for a brief moment, before concentrating on sealing that gaping hole in his torso.
Flood-of-Flame bobs his head once, the human gesture of a nod, in response to Firewatcher's order. He watches Pathfinder work his gift, and then shifts down to Glabro, some discomfort apparent on his face, though nothing like that of the other Garou.
Stacey nods to Firewatcher, still supporting her Elder. "I'm honored to help as I can, Megan-rhya." Glancing up at Alicia, the cub gives her a searching look. "Do you need further assistance, Alicia-rhya?"
Howls-For-Glory gives a little jerk as the pain in the wounds suddenly start to lessen. The blood flow slows, then stops altogether. The hole doesn't disappear, but at least closes up slightly. A new wakefulness appears in his eyes. ~Thank you.~ He pushes himself up, leaning heavily. ~Flood? You going to help me back?~ His form blurs, and the Fianna takes the glabro form.
Yi groans again, lips moving in an effort to say something. It comes out to the effect of "Wheurgh..." as she lifts a couple of fingers from the bloody dirt and pokes Alicia's hand. She winces as another bolt of pain makes itself known.
Firewatcher rises from all fours as she shifts up into crinos, saying to Yi and Guards-Flame, ~If you shift to lupus, I can carry you both. Three-Blades, you at least must shift,~ she says, crouching down next to the Bone Gnawer.
Auggie nods to the Fianna Galliard. "Yeah," he grumbles in his Glabro baritone. Crouching, he prompts his future packmate to climb on by backing up toward him. Cole will either have to hop on or backpedal. "Piggyback."
Shifting back down to the Lupus form, Guards-The-Flame leans over to lick at Yi's fingers, then glances over to Stacey, chuffing to her, shaking her head a bit. She looks like a bloody, furry mess, but doesn't seem to be complaining.
Cole wobbles momentarily, but eventually takes the much lighter and managable birth form, and grabs on to Auggie's shoulders. "If I didn't feel like crap, I would be embarassed," he grumbles to his packmate and anyone who happens to hear.
Yi grunts softly, and with a close of her eyes, lets her fingers relax. The ragabash pulls what reserves of willpower she can muster to do as her pack and sept alpha commands. It is painfully slow, but the no-moon reaches her intended lupus form where the ivory fur looks as brown and red as her back. A soft whine of inquiry after Guards-Flame and White Bear comes from her.
Auggie snorts, in response to both the male Fianna's weight straining his weakened frame, and Cole's words. "Shuddup. You're wounded," he hisses at the boy clinging to his back. To the others, he announces, "We're going." He begins to plod through the woods, noisily, but steadily.
Finds-The-Path moves now towards the night's first victim, the now-homid White Bear. ~Stacey, help me carry him,~ he rumbles.
No longer supporting Alicia, Stacey walks over to help Finds-the-Path carry White Bear. As she stoops down to pick up the Glass Walker, she says, "You all right, Karl-rhya?"
Firewatcher chuffs reassuringly to Three-Blade. ~They live. We need to get you back and Cleanse you. Quiet now.~ she says, assisting the Bone Gnawer as well as she can to be cradled in one overlong crinos arm, before working on lumbering back to the Farm with both packmates in hand.
~My leg is weakened, but I will live,~ the Theurge replies to the Cub. He gingerly lowers himself to lift Joshua's legs, before moving off to carry him away.
"That is good," says Stacey, as she also, obviously, moves off carrying White Bear, trying not to trip or walk too quickly, for Karl's sake.
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