Basil's Battlescar

9/5/2005

12:55 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (12% full).
It is currently 12:52 Pacific Time on Mon Sep 5 2005.

Sunrise Road, In the Forest
This is a wide black-topped road through the woods, without any lines at all, though the pavement looks fairly new. Majestic trees, both conifers and deciduous, grow right up to the road, but give a peaceful ambiance rather than the more looming look of the woods to the south. Now and again, a mailbox and the beginning of a driveway can be seen on either shoulder, expensive homes on large plots of pristine land. The houses are generally set a good distance back on their lots, and screened from the road by trees, so that they can't see the cars and the cars can't see them. Sunrise Road is known as a place where nature-lovers with a lot of handy cash live. A sign on the roadside indicates that Highway 22, Kent Crossing and Wolf Woods are to the south, while I-90 is a ways up the road in the opposite direction. A large Deer Crossing sign stands on either side of the road as well.
The road winds its way both northward and southward through the woods.
Contents:
Tamara
Obvious exits:
West  Stone Path  East  Fairbanks House  South  North  

Tamara is making her way down the road, a coloured water bottle in one hand.

"Tamara," Yi calls out, pushing a low-lying branch out of her way as she breaks woodwork. A small black stone connected to a string gets tugged up into her hand, deposited in a pocket. "Are you busy?"

Tamara comes to a stop and looks over her shoulder at the approaching Ahourn, before bowing respectfully. "Good afternoon Yi. How may I help you?"

Yi approaches quickly, slowing to a stop beside the Strider. "About Basil," she dives right in. "I know you have been training him, and I would like to know how things have been going for you, for him."

Tamara sighs softly and shows Yi her right hand, which is tightly bandaged. "I gave him simple orders and he has not been following them properly. When I discovered this, he offered up excuses. He has done this before, so I punished him this time."

"Tell me," Yi replies after peering with frowning concern at the bandage, "What exactly were your orders?"

Tamara states simply, "To ask all those of higher rank to spar with him and to remain in Crinos the entire time he was on the Bawn, unless it was to retake his clothing from me. That he had to behave like a proper Ahourn, in his attempt to regain what I took from him. That he had to remain on the Bawn until the moon was full."

Nodding, Yi listens carefully. "He did not seem very pleased to be taught by you. I admit, asking a Child of Owl to teach a future Rat... but then there was still Hope-Star and her ways." Yi scratches at an ear, the frown not quite disappearing. "What did you do? To punish him, that is..."

Tamara shrugs. "He argued with me, as he has argued with me before, and as I have seen him argue with others that outrank him. His tongue is his own worst enemy, so I removed it."

Yi blinks. At first it is bewilderment, and then later into a deep frown. She turns away, pensive.

Tamara says "He cannot continue to disrespect his Elders and constantly question them... He seems to have been permitted to do that without much in the way of consequences. He is not a Ragabash. He is a Ahroun."

"And what if we're all wrong?" Yi replies quietly, still turned away and thinking. "He is not a ragabash, no... but he is still learning. Impatient, foolish, and irresponsible. But why? What is wrong? What are we missing?"

Tamara shrugs and offers Yi her coloured water bottle, which is actually filled with beer. "We are at war. We do not have the luxury to question ourselves. We cannot afford to coddle those who do fight use when it comes to their teaching. Some are not meant to be Cliath and if that decision is made, it is our duty to return such souls to Gaia so they may be reborn."

Yi refuses the bottle, not feeling like a drink. She looks at Tamara, her eyes narrowing. "I /know/ that. I also know that there is a reason why he was brought here. Gaia's plan for him is clouded, and if we cannot see through that fog then there is something wrong with /our/ eyes too."

Tamara draws the bottle back and draws off a healthy swig. "You have tried to be gentle with him and I am trying a more stern hand. Neither appear to be working. Would you have him captured by police because he insists in carrying a gun, or because he does something foolish?"

Yi grimaces, again turning away. "His views on weapons is only like this yet, because he doesn't know better. Olga and I do not let him have weapons beyond a knife, and even that he does not have dedicated. If he does pass his rite, then what he does with himself will be his own problem. Until then, though..." The ragabash's fist curls tight. "We will just have to keep working." She turns back to the Strider finally. "What are your thoughts, beyond his disrespect? Is he ready?"

Tamara shakes her head, expression grim. "His world is one of fantasy and 'what if'. Unless he is ever able to go beyond that, he will only be a danger to himself and others. His Rage will make people fear him, including the police very nervous and they will need little excuse to try and do him harm if he acts foolishly."

Yi sighs out. "He knows that, Tamara. He can play his games all he wants, but he knows he is a danger. And if he doesn't know, he will soon find out." She looks up. "But more important.. when the full moon comes, I feel Olga and I will come for him. We will send him on to his Rite, and see what comes of it. At least, this is how I feel. Olga will still have the final say as the tribe's elder."

"I am no close friend of Rat's Children," Tamara admits, with a certain amount of coolness in her voice. "I saw Basil as a cub of my Auspice in need of training and I offered my services. He has been learning, wether he realizes it or not, but I do find his whining and behaviour disgusting. If I had ever behaved as he did, I would not have lived past by sixth birthday. I have done what I can for him and now I am done with him. His clothes are in the attic, if you want to return them to him. I hope, for your sake, that if he does pass his Rite, his foolishness does not bring harm to your Tribe as a whole."

Yi nods slowly again, gazing back towards the woods for a moment before turning back to the Strider. "Then, let me know if you have anything you need. As a thank you, for teaching our cub. As it is, I have little worries about the honor and wisdom of Owl's children."

Tamara gives her head a shake. "I asked for nothing when I offered to teach Basil and I will not ask for anything now." The Strider gives a full bow, chin level with her waist, before straightening up. "Luna guide your steps, Yi-Rhya."

Yi, if but by reflex and social instinct, bows her head back. "The offer will still be open, at least. Gaia grant you good hunting, Tamara." She turns, headed back towards the wood.

Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (14% full).
It is currently 18:09 Pacific Time on Mon Sep 5 2005.

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.
Obvious exits:
Burial Mounds  Story Tree  Caern of the Hidden Walk  Western Bawn  Southern Bawn  Northern Bawn  Eastern Bawn  

The sun is on its descent down towards the reaching tips of the pines. Strong rays of its dying light pierce deep through the woods, casting shadows destined to grow longer as night is reborn. Through these mottled woodworks, the fostern ragabash, Runner, travels at an tracker's lope. In her jaws dangles a freshly killed rabbit. Her nose works around the scent of food, needing to separate the prey from her target.

Resists-Dance lumbers through the forest with a stick on his shoulder, one about three feet long with both tips refined down to squarish points. The Crinos has more than a little blood around his muzzle, along with some on his neck and chest, and his usual slumped posture is even more downtrodden than usual.

Runner pauses with scent, sound and sight of her cub. Though she faces his back, the elder Gnawer sneezes once around the rabbit fur. Dropping the prey, she clarifies, chuffing a greeting to the cub.

Resists-Dance glances over his soulder at Runner, staring at her ( though not in the eyes ) for a few minutes before turning around. He bows his head low to her, then walks a few steps over to a tree where he sits at the base. His feet brush the forest debris away, the boy searching for a patch of dirt.

Runner snaps up the rabbit back into her jaws, approaching the cub and dropping it at his feet. She seems undeterred by the amount of blood present on the cub's muzzle and torso. The ragabash chuffs once, nudging the rabbit to him. Eat. You look like a real mess, Resists-Dance.

Resists-Dance lowers his head, remaining silent aside from the sounds of his breathing. He makes no move to take the rabbit or do much of anything other than sit there, his ears having gone flat and back on his head.

Runner snorts again, and moves in close to lick off some of the blood that mars the cub's fur. She continues on without brooking an excuse or any pushes away, until she's relatively satisfied with the 'clean up'. Then, she sits back. Look at me, cub.

Resists-Dance lets Yi lick him clean, the act getting the Ahroun to turn his head briefly towards her. He makes no effort to stop her, vocally or physically, and looks at her immediately when she asks him to. There is definitely something different about him, though in Crinos, it's mainly reflected in his eyes.

Runner licks at the blood around her muzzle, and peers right back at the ahroun. Spider-Eyes told me what she did. Causing more trouble for her? she asks. You /can/ talk, you know. Our speech is not limited to our tongues alone.

Resists-Dance lifts up his stick after looking away from Yi again, touching the pointed end to the dirt and writing out. 'M bad at it. I was being good. Trying to.' He sets the stick back onto the ground beside him, his eyes drifting back to Yi.

Runner rises up and takes the stick as best she can into her jaws, dragging it closer to her. She sets a paw on it, tonguetip sticking out between her teeth in a human-ish expression. Learn then. Mistakes are good for learning. The double meaning doesn't come out so clearly in the lupus form. Warform can speak lupus too.

Resists-Dance reaches out a finger and touches it to Yi's tongue, but promptly drops it. After some effort he manages to start making out words without speaking, but it's obvious he has to try hard to do so and isn't very good at it. I'm trying... But even when I try hard, it doesn't seem good enough. No one believes me. His eyes look away from Yi again, wandering to the dirt between them.

Runner sits patiently, ears twitching on occassion. Some will not like just trying. Some want doing. She leans to a side, searching out the cub's eyes. Look at me, Resists-Dance.

I'm trying to do more. If I could I'd go back, kill pigs. I want to do. I... He looks back at Yi again, looking as sad as a Crinos can look. If it weren't a hulking death beast, it might even be able to make puppy eyes.

Runner licks her nose, blinking as she sits back down in her original spot. The ragabash considers her answer, looking the cub up and down. Cubs are cubs. Adults are adults. You must decide which you want to be. Full moons cannot be whining cubs, Resists-Dance. Full moons cannot be weak, or they will not lead others well. She looks down briefly to push the stick further beneath her. Now is not time to be sad. Now is time to think. Think. You are trying... but trying to do what?

Resists-Dance shakes his head at Yi. I know that. I'm trying to... He pauses again, looking down at Yi. I'm trying to become stronger, and get together a group of others for work in the city. I think that we may try to follow Coyote, or Flea. I already have one that will follow, and one considering. I think I can get another two. Our goal will be to get to be really good at fighting the Wyrm where it is the strongest, and how to navigate the city better than others. To find it's secrets.

Runner snorts, but there is a slight touch of amusement at mention of the totems. A pack, then. But you have not passed your test. And I will guess, the others you speak of have not either. She looks at a spot on the tree behind the cub, and then back to him. What secrets? The Wyrm's? The ragabash peers very intently at the cub, scrutinizing.

Resists-Dance nods at Yi. All but one. I'm getting closer to the future, so I think of it... It will take some time to form. He smiles just a little bit, studying the Ragabash. No. The cities'. The places where the humans forget all about, the alleys where no one else walks. Where they're afraid to. We will find information, fight the Wyrm, and do deeds on our totem's behalf. Whatever it will be.

Runner's tail curls about her hindpaw, the tip curling almost cat like. It is good you want to think of the next step. But, you have not thought about what is happening /now/. The ragabash looks up again, serious. When I spoke to Spider-Eyes, she did not seem confident in you, as a fullmoon. As an adult.

Others are. And you know that deep down even though I act badly sometimes, I am trying. Even after I got my tongue cut out, even after I've been yelled at and beaten and all that. I haven't tried to run once. Not one time. With the money I had before I could have left this place. But I *stayed*. He lifts a paw up in front of Yi, showing his palm to her. What do you think of me?

Runner hasn't culled you yet, the ragabash replies with a 'wry' tilt to her ears and a tailthump. But only because she sees you are trying. But you are also worrisome. Like last night with Grey, talking of ~guns~. You should not even be thinking of killing humans. Even if they are bad, you do not know their stories. To kill them with no regret.. that is the Wyrm's way.

Resists-Dance grimaces at the very mention of the word cull. Whatever happens, don't do that. At least give me the chance to prove myself on my Rite, even if I have to go alone so I don't risk others. Or at least let me say goodbye first... He lifts his paw and testingly rests it on Yi's shoulder. It isn't that I don't feel bad. It isn't that I'll kill them without regret... But I know it will happen sooner or later. I was bad talking to Grey though. I know that... I'm sorry. He lifts his other paw up to his face with a sigh. Do you think I should have been a different auspice?

Runner noses the cub's paw, but looks back to him directly, seriously. The Veil keeps us safe from the fear of the humans. To risk it by getting too much attention is bad, especially in the Scab. Her eyes don't waver. And No Garou knows the will of Gaia that well, except the great elders who have proven themselves beyond wisdom that you or I know right now. But you should not be thinking about renouncing, cub. You show doubt. Doubt yourself, and you find weakness. If there is weakness, think of how to strengthen it. Do not run away to another moon, and leave Sister Moon just because things are too hard.

Resists-Dance gives Yi a faint scritch between her shoulder blades, mindful of his claws before moving his hand from her. I'm just trying to think of what to do. I've been training physically, meditating, trying to get stronger and better in warform... But no one really thinks of me as an Ahroun. I'm trying my best, and every day when I train it's until I can't really train anymore. I doubt myself because it's rare that anyone tells me I'm doing the *right* thing, instead of always being told I'm doing the *wrong* thing. Isn't there a way I can redeem myself?

Who says you do wrong? the fostern asks, her attention full on the cub. And why do they say it? Think carefully. Spider-Eyes says you did not do as she said completely. Says you fought with her, and make excuses.

A lot of people. Because I'm not like them, or the Ahrouns they know. Because they don't know me and assume I'm not honorable. Because I make a lot of mistakes... He shakes his head again. I thought it would be ok to train with TD. I was wrong. And I didn't challenge Grey when I should have. What can I do? How can I start down the path to my Rite, and looking better? I don't wanna be culled...

Runner snorts, a low growl rattling deep. None will cull you. Fat-Ripper and I only, are the ones who can do that. The growl fades a touch, though the ragabash looks a bit soured. What were your orders? Exactly as Spider-Eyes told you?

Resists-Dance nods a little bit, then lets out a sigh and sinks down low against the ground, putting a leg on either side of Yi. To stay in Crinos all the time. I only changed when I was training with TD, when he *asked*, not because I felt like it. And when I went to sleep. I didn't have enough control to stay like that when I slept, I always woke up in Homid. Sometimes I'd fall asleep, shift, and fall forward and wake up that way. I didn't do well... I guess I screwed up again. I'm not a very good Gnawer or an Ahroun, am I?

And to challenge others higher rank than you to fight - even if it would be predicted that you would lose. And to stay on the Bawn until the next full moon. The ragabash tilts her head at the ahroun. And did you do these things too?

Yes! The only person I didn't challenge I think, was... Brom? And Olga. Ugh. He lowers his head with a sigh. Things with Olga always seem so much more important though, and... I really don't want to fight her. It isn't because I'm afraid of her or anything, it'd just be like... Hitting mom. He bows his head further, then smiles a little again. I swear I'm not trying to make an excuse. Thats how I feel.

Runner is sitting with Resists, herself in lupus while the other in crinos. Fat-Ripper is a good elder. But she too, knows what you are and what you can do. Forath-Ripper.. why not him? He is a good fighter. Trying to beat him would help your learn much.

Mad-Dog strides in from the direction of the farmhouse. He follows the pair of scents out to the center bawn and howls shortly before continuing the rest of the way swiftly as he nears. When he comes through a thick of trees, he steps forward to revel himself to the two of his tribe.

With Forath, it's simpler. He goes on and on about how dirty Urrah are. How superior his cubs are to me, regardless of skill. He wouldn't teach me so much as beat me, and I know he would fight to scar if we fought with claws. Instead I'm waiting for him to challenge me. I have one that would suit him well, I believe. He lifts a paw and touches it to the end of his snout. Secret. I don't fear him, and I'll fight anyone with claws even tougher than him. Even two of them. I'm not afraid anymore. The Ahroun doesn't seem to be aware of Mad Dog for the most part, absorbed in his conversation with Yi.

Runner, on the other hand, notices the howl and looks off towards the direction which Mad-Dog approaches. When the other Gnawer cub comes, she chuffs a greeting, pleased to see the other. Then, back to Resists, Maybe you should challenge him to a small fight. The Get best enjoy a good fight. And appreciate one who stands up to them. The ragabash looks back to Mad-Dog. As should you and Mad-Dog, some time, see which is better at what.

Mad-Dog looks confused, but he has just joined in the conversation when he approaches Runner. What are you two talking about? He perks his ears with his tail slowly wagging.

A challenge between him and I wouldn't even be a contest. Basil looks up at Aaron and nods, then looks up to the sky. I think that in time I may get some of his respect by slaying things, but one fight won't do it. And I want any challenge to be at least almost even. I want to be able to try for victory and have a chance, maybe even think of something he can't do. Which is why I'm waiting to Rite, so I can formally engage in a challenge with him.

Challenging. Fighting. Proving yourself not to back down when you are faced with difficulties, answer Runner to the newly arrived cub. She looks back to Basil. Forath-Ripper is not dumb. He /knows/ he would win if you tried to fight him now. But that is not the point, Resists-the-Dance. You are told to fight all who rank higher than you while you stay here, win or lose, and so you should. Waiting until your chances are higher for winning is well and good, but sometimes you will be waiting forever then. And what will you do with the fight against the Wyrm? That fight is never even. She gestures to Mad-Dog with a toss of her head. Mad-Dog and you, both must understand. This is not a fight we fight because we know we will win. This is a fight we /must/ fight, because we know we cannot lose.

Forath-Ripper challenges this one whenever they challenge but Mad-Dog has no reason to fight him because he has a disagreement with the Fenrir. He believes that Forath-Ripper is a strong fighter. Mad-Dog listens to the halfmoon and has not displeased him, yet. He looks to Basil for a long moment. Forath-Ripper doesn't like Resists-the-Dance because he finds ways to pick challenges, he has not found out to pick on Mad-Dog yet.

How long was that Nexus Crawler on top of the hospital? Basil counters, though his voice stays low, and his posture submissive. I will fight him, trust me. And I will fight the Wyrm with the ferocity and strength of an Ahroun. He glances over at Aaron and shrugs, looking back to Yi. Might have something to do with the fact that I've been told part of the reason is that he thinks I'm gay. Thats also probably part of why he won't let me hang around Poe.

Runner flattens her ears at Basil. What does the Crawler have to do with this? She also notes towards Mad-Dog that the cub hasn't been around the Bawn long enough to give Forath-Ripper a chance to be displeased. But the Get will not like you. He is Get, and you are Gnawer. He will always think himself better, by blood and breeding. Let him think that. Fight him. Try it. If you win, it will be sweet victory. If you lose, then you at least believed in yourself. Then she poses a query towards Resists. You like males?

Mad-Dog replies that he does not care what Forath-Ripper thinks, he knows that he is Gnawer. The cub becomes a bot annoyed and stalks off a little ways to go sit himself down under a tree while the other two converse.

Resists-Dance lifts his hands up in front of Yi. I am merely trying to say that even with the Wyrm, sometimes, a mighty foe worthy of your respect deserves some planning or caution. That sweet victory is what I am after. He offers her another small smile, tilting his head to one side. Then he laughs. How should I know what I like? I've only dated one person, though that was a girl. Introduce me to some Kin and we can find out.

Runner glances after Mad-Dog, an ear splaying. This is not about just Forath-Ripper. This is about /any/ Garou who you meet. Even if you do not care, they will see you as they see you. You must know how they see you, or you will never earn their trust. They will not want to help you if they do not trust you. And sometimes, you need that trust. She glances back to Basil, herself a bit more frustrated. Poker is a girl, yes. As for kin, you are young. Too young for teacher-kin.

Mad-Dog flats his ears as his elder misunderstands him but he remains quiet and looks off in some other direction with his shoulders crouched over. He is in a sour mood for the moon being so small or perhaps that is the reason why he is in such a mood is because of the absence of adrenaline running through his bloodstream.

Making his way from the Southern Bawn is Brom, carrying his large war hammer strapped across his back in leather trappings. He is shirtless and soaked in sweat, smelling of dust and weeks old deodarant that doesn't seem to have been washed all the way off just yet. His hair is sprawled out about his heavily scarred shoulders. He doesn't hide his approach, instead, purposely allows himself to stride with a great deal of pride and valor.

Resists-Dance reaches a hand behind his head and scratches at it, his head tilting to one side. What the hell is a teacher Kin? And when will I be old enough to meet Kin anyways? Everyone keeps telling me I'm too young. I think I am the youngest... Except Stacey. Maybe I should go looking for a time warp or something like that...

Runner splays an ear, looking off in the direction of the approaching Get, scenting him long before he arrives. Teacher-kin, the ragabash explains, is one kin to family who is a teacher. She has no wolf name because she is human. But she is kin, and maybe older than Fat-Ripper. So, too old for you. And you will be old enough when you pass your test. After that, you are adult to Garou eyes. The fostern again looks over when Brom crashes through, and she greets the Get with a polite, short chuff.

Mad-Dog looks up and chuffs to Brom as he notices him, although the young male looks fairly attentively quiet and respectful. His position is held at half-mass to the Cliath and Fostern and undecided to his fellow cub.

"Evening, Gauntlet Runner Rhya." Brom says curtly as he pauses before the trio of Bone Gnawers, letting his eyes roam towards each of them, one at a time. He looks visibly relaxed for a change, a far cry from the tense storm that seems to always brew on the coastline of rage.

Resists-Dance makes a face at Yi. I wouldn't want to date someone *that* old, no offense to Olga or anything... Aren't there younger kin? He turns to look at Brom when he hears Yi's greeting, and bows his head to Brom with a brief hello Brom Rhya, then turns his attention back to his Elder. How's Squeakers?

Runner twitches an ear. Squeaks-Like-A-Rat is fine. No harm when our wolf kin got sick. The fostern gazes down though, a moment's grief and anger washing upon her. Must find them, before they hurt others and get them sick too. She shakes it off, physically and mentally, and thumps her tail down in determination. Then, to the arrived Get, Has Rune-Scar found anything about the wolf sickness?

"I don't know. I have never seen him step one foot out of Signe's basement since he has arrived in town." Brom says with a slight huff under his breath. "I had no clue he was even researching it. I don't even know much of what is going on with that, or how bad it has got. Last I remember, Touch Deer went to the city and dropped off an ear with an ID tag to the Glass Walkers and Kevin was getting his kin to take care of it."

This is the thing Masao talked to me about. Can I help with our Kin? Please? I really want to, Yi-Rhya! He asks, having waited until Brom was done speaking. He bows his head in front of her, almost low enough that his nose touches the ground in front of him. I can be good at tracking when I really put my mind to it, especially if I work with Masao. We're a good team. I was sad to hear about what happened to the Kin though... It's unfortunate.

Mad-Dog lies his head on his paws, ears pressed forward. The husky-patterned wolf yawns and shifts back up on his paws again. Quetly he slips away, not to distrub the others from their conversation.

Runner snaps her jaws together, a small growl of irritation puffing her hackles. We have lost kin because of this. And we will lose more if it is not dealt with quickly. She shakes herself again, standing up stiffly. Looking back to Basil, the fostern considers his request. Then she answers him, Maybe. I must tell Fat-Ripper more of what happened. Then we will try to find our kin in the streets. She glances back towards Mad-Dog, noting his departure without comment.

"Alright, so give me the shake down. What /is/ happening? I heard some rabid wolf attacked a group of Garou and from that point, there was frenzying. So, I'm assuming tainted rabid wolf." Brom says with a slight tilt of his head forward. "Now you are saying that lupus kin in the city were effected and are now dead because of it? Is there any other instances, bats, rats, possums?" He asks, arms folding over his chest. "Or is this all Lupine incidented?"

Thank you, Yi-Rhya. I promise that if you let me work on this, I will follow orders without question, and that I will succeed. He glances between Yi and Brom, letting them walk without interrupting their conversation before offering quietly. Is it possible that someone is doing it on purpose? Seems kinda... Weird for Kin in the city and woods to suddenly get it. He nods at Brom. I was wondering the same thing, Brom-Rhya. Um. Can we get rabies?

Runner answers her cub with a negative. Garou can heal from many sicknesses. Some Garou have Gifts to keep even deadly poison from killing them. This is a gift from the Land Mother. But it will not keep taint away. That, we must cleanse with special ways and prayer. Forcing herself into a sit, she explains with hints of sorrow, Fixes-Stuff, knifemoon, Bone Gnawer, was a good friend and packmate to me. He fathered some pups with a kinbitch. There were some that were killed when something made them attack Fairy-Spirit. The others we moved to our safeden. Then, Poker said she came back a few nights ago, and they were fighting each other. When she wanted to stop them, one of them did not fear her warform. She had to kill it. But the others ran away. Some of them were bitten.

"So, its an epidemic. First thing you need to do is get a sample of your water supply, gutters or something, where the kin dogs may be lapping up from and get it tested. If they were bit, assume possibly rats, or, bats. Rillie and I found a bat in our house after it had flown in through a window and it tried to bite my wife. I killed it, but we did not think anything of it, not until now." Brom tilts his head slightly. "Also, try and scent follow after the wolf kin that has ran off and try and narrow your search field to their hanging out habitats. Try and find a source."

If it got into the safeden. Basil starts with a frown. Then that means it could only be so many things, possibly something getting into the den, or the rats becoming infected and then infecting them. Have we studied the rats any? He glances at Brom and nods, then turns back to Yi. If I was there, I could have helped Masao. She is capable on her own, but together we are better. I really hope that Olga lets me help out with this... It's important to me. To help the family. I can't do much, but I can still do something.

Runner paws at the dirt, obviously aggravated at the thought of the kin and rabies. Water supply is anywhere and everywhere in the city! she growls sharply, though it dissolves into a soft, concerned whine. Rats, bats, they are everywhere. The waste tunnels underneath the city are full of Wyrm. Cannot tell if it is just sickness, or Wyrmtaint. Not in the city. The ragabash closes her eyes, ears tilting back, thinking. Must... must find out where there have been bites. One is the cubden, she notes, opening her eyes, looking towards the farmhouse. News says there are wolfkin in the woods, maybe sick too. She glances in the direction of the national park. And now in the Scab. Her nose dips, then lifts. You, Resists-the-Dance, can keep an eye here for now. Until Fat-Ripper says you can come back to the Scab. Make sure animals around here are not sick, or if they are, where they are getting sick from.

Resists-Dance bows his head again in front of Yi, making the broad and respectful movement as slowly as he can. Yes, Yi-Rhya. I have come to know the woods pretty well, and I will patrol the area. It can be part of my running training. Just as a check I have your explicit permission as my Elder to do this? If the animals don't care about Crinos, and are aggressive, it shouldn't be hard to tell which ones are infected. Yi-Rhya, what do I do if I encounter an infected animal? Can I heal their bites as quickly as normal wounds? Is there anything I should know?

Runner replies, Yes you can heal their bites. If there is something worse, we will find out. You should not go beyond what you can do for now. If there is trouble, you howl for the Guardians, or elders around. Then, if you cannot keep the animal from attacking or running away, then kill it.

Resists-Dance bows once more in a much quicker and shorter fashion. I will carry out my duties to the best of my abilities, and will report any results as soon as they occur. Will... This be ok? Tamara isn't going to kick my ass for this? I really want to do it.This is my chance to finally do something.

Runner rumbles thoughtfully, looking upon the cub. Just make sure you do not get in the way of other elders searching out this problem. And do not forget what Spider-Eyes has told you to do. This is a chance, yes, but you will not neglect your training.

Resists-Dance rises up to his feet in a quick motion, his posture going straighter than usual and his eyes bright with purpose. Thank you, Yi-Rhya. After a moment he realizes he isn't going anywhere just yet, and sits back down against the tree. I should be able to handle this fine.

Runner swishes her tail. But if any elder.. /any/ elder, tells you to do something for your own good, you should. But, if your septmates are in trouble, you must decide carefully if you help on your own, or you go and find more help. Remember your moon, and do not be afraid to get hurt. Wounds will heal. Sickness is not something the Garou worry about, thanks to Gaia. She glances towards the Get for a moment, before looking back to the cub. Understand? No more trouble, Resists-the-Dance. I do not want to hear any more complaints about your behavior.

Resists-Dance bows again to Yi, then sits up and grins widely at her, giving her a thumbs up. There won't be another thing like the pigs. I will do my best, and take down anything that I must for the good of the Sept. It's my promise to you, Yi-Rhya! I am not afraid, and will do my best to keep the name of the Tribe and my Elders respected by not making more mistakes.

The Get had remained silent in thought as he watches the pair of them go back and forth. His face is set in stone, stoic and impassive.

Runner twitches her ears again, looking for the better part, agreeable to the promises made by the cub. Good, she rumbles. Then the next thing you must do, if Forath-Ripper agrees, is to properly challenge those above you that you meet, to fight with you. She gets up, takes a few steps back, and sits back down. The ragabash looks to her cub, to the Get, then back to the cub, expectantly.

Resists-Dance might normally be hesitant to say the least to fight Brom, but he isn't at the moment. The Garou rises up to his feet as quickly as he can, bowing to Brom. Fists and feet, Yi-Rhya? I will fight with claws if you like, but I really wish to patrol tomorrow. Either way, I will fight you, Brom-Rhya. If you so wish. He turns his body slightly and lowers his stance in front of Brom, preparing himself for the fight as best he can.

Runner then looks to the Get, gauging his reaction to the ahroun cub's proposal. In warform is fine. To submission. She looks back to Basil. Patrol can be done in time. Learn first, fight after.

Eyeing the Lupine before him, Brom lets out a slight scoff. "So, Yi, you are being a Ragabash right now, aren't you?" He eyes the Fostern for a moment, before saying. "As far as your terms go, since you put me on the spot, is that you can not fight more than one Cliath a day. When you have fought one, you make sure the one you fought sends word back to your Elders, to be recorded that you did indeed, do your chore. If you are mortally injured to the point you can not fight the next day, that should be noted as well." Cracking his neck to one side, he pops the joints in his throat. "With each fight you go into, you fight to *kill*." He says firmly with a rumble in his throat. "No quarter allowed. You fight until you or the other submits."

Runner simply repeats, To submission. Honorable Surrender. The ragabash turns an ear towards the Get. Only her tail skips a touch, indicating the fostern's inward lying humor seeing the Get prepare.

Resists-Dance nods at Brom after he's sure the Get is finished speaking. Yes, Brom-Rhya. He bows his head to him once more, then flashes the Get a small grin. Regarding something I heard, Brom-Rhya... I *do* like girls. Shall we begin on Runner's mark, Brom-Rhya? It will be over quickly and you will win, but I will fight hard. I will fight to win.

"Who told you what?" Brom asks straight to the point, his words razor sharp as he glowers down at the cub. Hello change of subject.

Runner only chuffs for them to begin at any time they're ready.

I believe I heard it from your cubs, in passing. It could have been someone else though. I'm really bad at remembering things! Ready, go! He Ahroun surges forward and leans on all four legs, running awkwardly as fast as he can to close the distance between himself and Brom. The Garou snaps his jaws and growls, using the speed of Rage to bite and slash in a quick two blow attempt, then shoves his body in a tackle in an effort to go through the Fenrir's legs.

Waiting patiently for the lupus to run towards him, a number of things begin to happen. First, Brom blurs his way up into the Crinos form in such a speed that one would thought they'd have blinked. At the same time, he's already moving, doing a quick, long legged sidestep, and raging out with his war hammer that has now slipped into his great paws. He attempts to avoid confrontation all together, and give the Gnawer cub one fuck of a swinging upper cut with his great swing span, ramming the head of the hammer in a low to upwards cut against the other's skull.

Less than a eye blink later, Runner gets a nice view of just how much of a gap there is between cliath and cub. Though Rage born speed harnessed carries the cub forward and strikes down, he might as well be scratching stone with paper claws. Brom's mighty warhammer, on the other hand, coupled with a forceful swing upwards crashes headfirst into the cub's head and sends the cub flying. The sickening sound of bone crunching and teeth shattering can be head - skulls have been rattled.

Resists-Dance makes an effort rise up again after taking the heavy hit, but the Garou soon falls back down into dirt with a groan. His chest rises and falls as he pants for air, his arms limp at his sides. The blow did hit the Ahroun hard, and it seems for the moment he's stunned pretty badly.

Swinging the war hammer around end over end in his fist, Forath-Ripper seems /too/ calm at the moment, focused, driven. He also seems to have an uncanny control over that weapon he weilds. He slowly circles around the fallen Gnawer, giving him a bit of a wide berth, before he says. ~Do we need to do that again?~

Runner endures the beatdown with an empathic, quiet grunt. She rises up to her paws from where she'd sat, peering intently and with concern towards the cub.

Resists-Dance waits until his wounds are completely healed up, then rises up to his feet with a nod of his head. I must do as I am ordered. He starts to rush Brom again at a normal speed then fakes left, only to dive as fast as he can to the right, slashing as hard as he can at the Fenrir's leg if he should get close enough to do so with an excited roar.

Legs crouched and at the ready, Forath-Ripper does not stop moving once as he continues to circle, thus, making this new attack a bit interesting. As he shuffles backwards, he continues to criss and cross the hammer about in his hands, waiting for just the right moment to move again and strike. Instead of an upper cut, now its like hitting the head of a nail. He comes straight down, rainbow arcing.

Once more, a surge of action powers the scene. Blurring with Rage, Resists-Dance feints and strikes for the Fenrir's legs. With the Get on the move, however, the hit does little more than scratch, again, at his thick fur. With speed of Rage comes one boon for the cub, and the philodox mistimes the hammerblow downwards. The wicked pointed head comes within millimeters of smashing into the cub's head again, but hits dirt with a thunderous boom.

Resists-Dance hears the crash of the hammer behind him as he flies past the Get and decides to take his last chance, rolling onto the ground to recover from the dive, then launching himself as quickly as he can towards the Get from the near direction. With the last of the fuel inside of him he strikes at the Get, leaping with claws out stretched, targeting his large center mass.

Without picking up the hammer, Forath Ripper instead wheels about quickly to face the oncoming cub. His knees bend for just a moment, before meeting him head on in a quick, hard take down plow, claws leaping out and surging forward, looking to rend fur and muscle together as his jaws seek to snap down at the collar of the cub. Once more he blurs as he taps the beast within, using all near ten feet of him like a wrecking ball.

Melee aside, the clash comes down to primordial claws and fur. The Get of Fenris are known for their battle prowess, and with the philodox not holding back, the scene that explodes before the Gnawer fostern's eyes is gruesome. Basil's claws sink deep into the belly of the Fenris, finally drawing more than just blood, but aggravating the battlescars already present as they shred into the Forseti's organs. But it is cub's play compared to the precision strikes made by the cliath. Throat, gut and spine are ripped into in a furious rage that ends the battle as quickly as it began. The cub's form plummets down, claws sliding out, pulling with it some bit of the Get's intestine with.

Runner shifts near automatically with the fall of the cub, her warform taken with a sharp snarl and flattened ears to accompany it. The ragabash is forward and ready to intercede, should the fight continue.

With a wild grunt of pain, Forath-Ripper clamps his hand over his stomach as he urges his Fenrir born gift to numb it away. Stiffening, his blood claws leak and ooze the cubs meat, looking poised, wild, ready to strike once more if the cub even so much as twitches.

Resists-Dance hits the ground *hard*, and it's clear that the cub would have a hard time getting up now even if the Wyrm himself were to come from the sky. The right side of his face does not look good, the white grey fur covered with blood through and through. He gasps for breath and tries to sit up, only moving an inch if that, then turns his head to look at the wet feeling in his paw. Seeing the intestine in his paw, he manages a meek smile before passing out.

Runner stoops down to examine the cub, her own claws twitching with a feeling to hold back the Rage coursing through her. She turns to glare at the Get almost accusingly, but bites down her comment. ~The cub is done,~ she puts down firmly. ~We will find you a healer if you need one.~

~He barely scratched me.~ Forath Ripper says as he bends down with his good hand, grasping the war hammer and jerking it upwards out of the ground, sliding it onto his back once more as it locks into place. ~I would suggest he not fight tomorrow.~ The last word? He says it in such a calm, collected manner as he starts off in his usual lumber, heading for the Caern.

Runner rumbles in grudging agreement, chuffing a low departure note to the Get before turning back with concern to the cub.

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