Coming Full Circles
10/12/2005
08:13 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (65% full).
It is currently 20:08 Pacific Time on Wed Oct 12 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.
Contents:
Masao
Bug
Obvious exits:
Burial Mounds Story Tree Caern of the Hidden Walk Western Bawn Southern Bawn Northern Bawn Eastern Bawn
With the gibbous moon shining brightly through a break in the night's clouds, Runner trots with practiced (and one might muse as innate) silence through the woods of the central bawn. The fostern doesn't appear to have any particular destination save she moves in the direction of the Burial Mounds, but is taking her sweet time doing so.
The branches of one gnarled old pine shelters a light-furred form beneath its needles, Leaves-None watching the forest with apparent laziness with her slim head resting on folded paws. Ears turn slightly at the fall of a clump of needles from one of the taller firs, but she doesn't move more than that.
Runner swings about in a curving path, having spotted her light-furred tribemate. A shift in the breeze brings Runner's scent towards the other, causing the fostern to sniff with an earflicker at the wind's revelation of her position. Fooey. Abandoning stealth, the older ragabash greets the newly cliathed with a sound that mixes between a yip and a chuff.
Leaves-None's head pops up, narrowly missing the branch above her as scent and sound converge on her. Cocking an ear, she scoots out and gets to her feet with a vigorous shake before returning the greeting with a bright yip.
Runner bounds forward to meet Leaves-None halfway, nosing the other newmoon with affectionate greeting. Surprised to meet you out here, in the woods of the bawn, the fostern notes afterwards.
Leaves-None's tail lifts slightly and she noses back amiably with a whuff. Needed time to myself. Needed to think. Much better now. Letting her tongue loll a bit, the younger no-moon paws the ground and gives herself another shake. Missed the woods a little.
Runner grins open-jawed, her tongue slipping out of its own accord. Like me, when I passed my test. My elders did not see me until I came back to them, better. She plants her haunch down, taking interest in the other newmoon. What did you think about?
Pushing through the brush, Sheeaghan makes her way out to spot the three Garou. Two, curiously enough she has not seen for awhile. She chuffs and makes a leap for Runner playfully, attempting to tackle the Fostern Bone Gnawer.
Leaves-None leans back a bit and stretches, paws scratching at the ground some more. About choices and why some make them and then do not seem to accept what they mean. She seems about to continue, but is distracted by the impending arrival of the Fianna and backs from her stretch into a reclining position abruptly.
Runner looks thoughtful as well, listening to her tribemate's musing. She swings an ear to a side, picking up sound first at Shee's chuff, and then looking the Fianna's way. A surprised, but playful yelp follows. The Gnawer fostern is tackled - or rather, rolling over - and a paw bats back at the theurge's forefront. Help, oh help, Leaves-None-Behind! Wolves and melodrama certainly come in rare combination, but the fostern somehow pulls it off.
Bug's approach is not quiet, as usual. It's difficult to get six paws cooperating as far as stealth goes, and she's not making any effort to that effect. She emerges a short distance away from the others, ears perked and fur slightly lifted in wariness.
Sheeaghan gives a few playful nips at Runnar and growls mockingly at the Ragabash. The Fianna's tail sweeps behind her like a windmill on a windy day.
Bounding out of her crouch, Leaves-None leaps at the Theurge with an enthusiastic bark and little caper. Here I am! To save the day!
Runner yips a few more times, wriggling to avoid the nips, though not making any particular effort to push the Fianna off of her. The peculiar suond of Bug's pawsteps gets missed in the fray of play.
Sheeaghan falls over onto her side as Leaves-None attacks, although the Theurge doesn't seem to try very hard to keep herself from being attacked. The Theurge responds with a whined-yelp for her own and scrambles to get back to her paws.
Bug makes a noise somewhere between a whine and a growl, and paws the ground.
Leaves-None dances a little ways away and rests for a moment in a keyed-up, splay-legged pose that keeps her ready to spring. Ears prick at the new sound in the mix and she turns her head towards it like radar. Seeing Bug, a little of the play goes out of her with a subtle straightening of posture and a drop of her tail.
Runner retracts her limbs close as ragabash and theurge impact atop her. When they separate, she makes good of the opportunity to get up herself, only to finally note Bug's presence. The initial reaction of the fostern is, though, not so pleasant. A growl starts up, but just as quickly dies away after some override of instinct.
Sheeaghan flickers her ears and raises her tail as she looks to Bug. The hairs at the back of the Theurge's neck ruffle up a little. Take it easy, pup.
However short, Runner's growl is enough for Bug. She takes a step backwards and then drops one shoulder, rolling limply onto her back and tucking her tail bellyward. Her head even tips backward to expose her throat. The body language is clear. Don't hurt me. No threat.
Leaves-None silently shakes herself and pads around to stand by Runner, watching the exchange without comment and waiting for the next moves.
Runner blinks afterwards, trotting over to the metis and gently reinforcing her status of dominance over the cub with a second's grasp of jaw to throat. Wolven formalities aside, the fostern looks back to the Fianna, noting, Long time no see, Faerie-Spirit. The serious mood of the fostern evaporates quite readily.
Sheeaghan ignores Bug completely as she turns to address the Gnawer. Fostern now? She radiates excitement as she shifts from foot to foot and wags her tail. She tells Runner that she doesn't see the Ragabash enough anymore.
Leaves-None takes her cues from the other two Garou for now, dropping her backside to the ground and scratching at some otherwise invisible itch.
Bug trembles beneath Runner's brief grip, but otherwise remains motionless. And as the fostern moves away, she remains firmly planted in her submissive position, without showing any signs of getting up.
Runner twitches her ears, affirming Shee's question with a proud rise of her head and tail. One step higher, yes. Runs-the-Gauntlet, instead of Three-Blades, but either is ok. Runner too. Additionally, the fostern comments with a pad over to Leaves' side, This silly youngling is also an adult! Once Pokes-Her-Nose-In, now Leaves-None-Behind. A glance travels back to Bug, before it hops onto the elder Fianna. What happens in Stag's family? True, I do not come to the woods nearly as enough as before, but... I had cubs to test. She smiles again, jaws parting.
Leaves-None perks at her names, old and new, lifting her head in mid-dig to grin wolfishly at the elder Gnawer and chuff. Poked so much that there was nothing left over!
Sheeaghan tucks her ears back. The pale she-wolf responds that she is not at all sure what happened to her tribe as of late. The Theurge go on to explain to the Fostern that she never saw the day that she would be in this position but Howls-For-Glory is challenging her for eldership. She invites Runs-the-Gaunlet and Leaves-None-Behind to come and for Bug it is a requirement. Knowing the Gnawers nearly too well, she also notes that there will be food and drink.
Bug peers at Sheeaghan--upside down as she is, it looks rather silly, but she seems quite unwilling to leave her debasing position just now. This one will come.
Runner whuffs a laugh at her fellow newmoon, flopping relaxedly beside the paler Gnawer. At mention of the elder challenge, she notes, Ever-Grinning does not like to much of anything except drink, play and sing. So is the easy life of those born under the no-moon. Such is the life of Ever-Grinning. She peers at Bug again, perhaps unconsciously drawn to the oddness of the six-legged wolf amongst the four-legged. Then, as if realizing she's staring, the ragabash looks back to the Fianna theurge. Who is the challenger, and who is the challenged?
Leaves-None paws playfully at Runner and tilts her head inquisitively at Sheeaghan. Yes, and has the challenge been named?
Sheeaghan is the standing elder, she explains, I am being challenged. Howls-For-Glory, the young Galliard, is challenging her. He is strong Fianna, taught well... very well. He his Alpha of Birdseye. I set the challenge. We sing, dance, drink, tell lengends, and brawl-- the ways of a traditional Fianna.
Runner squints an eye as one of Leaves' paws pushes against the side of her face. She looks interested indeed at the Fianna elder, though a part of her seems to show confusion. What determines the winner?
Sheeaghan will determind if Howls-For-Glory is a fitting Fianna by the tasks, she replies. She lifts a forepaw and licks at it, gnawing lightly before placing it back on the ground again.
Circles approaches the area from the south, tail and head high in confidence.
Winner is the one still able to stand at the end of the night? Leaves sets her paw down, leaning a little against Runner with a lolling grin. Sing and story until sore, drink until you can sing again, dance until paws fly. Sounds like good time, will be there!
Bug finally rolls onto her stomach as she scents someone familiar, and not terribly welcome. Again, she gives a small mixed growl and whine as her limbs tense against the forest floor.
Runner lifts her head as the breeze brings an unfamiliar wolfscent. All said, the fostern leaves off commentary. Who comes? she calls out, her voice ringing out with clear demand of a reply.
Sheeaghan sniffs curiously in the southern direction, narrowing her eyes. Then she looks to the Fostern Ragabash, waiting for a moment, although she speaks up again to address the female. Shee also explains that her cub has been taken by her brother and will remain with him and his mate until the cub is old enough to return to her.
Circles comes closer, stepping into view of the other Garou. Walks-In-Circles, son of Touch Deer and old cub. Spirit-Speaker of the Wendigo.
Bug sidesteps, ears flattening, head slung low. She eyes Circles carefully, even as she slinks closer to Sheeaghan, and her tail, while previously tucked, is now flagging out warily behind her.
Leaves-None follows the line of her tribemate's head towards the newcomer, tensing slightly even after the introduction is given. Carefully, she divides her attention enough to respond to Sheeaghan with a pleased rumble.
Circles sits down on his haunches and regards the group an unconcerned air. Bub is glanced at briefly, then just as swiftly dismissed.
Sheeaghan takes a step towards the Wendigo and sniffs at him curiously. He cocks her head, I did not know that Touch Deer had a Garou son. She pokes her nose at Circle's shoulder, I have been Cliath for tweleve seasons and was around many Wendigo when I was a cub like Touch Deer, Rain-Cougar, and Little-Bear. She introduces herself as Fairy-Spirit, rited as Spirit's Touch, Crescent Moon of the Stag tribe.
Bug follows Sheeaghan's example, even though she's already offered introductions to this particular Garou. Beetle, Fianna metis Galliard cub.
Circles backsteps as Sheeghan enters his personal space, one tooth flashed in warning as his ears lay flat. It takes the wolf born a moment to regain his composure and return the greeting, sniffing at the Fianna's face. Rite with Little-Bear, he informs her, once introductions are competed.
Runner pads forward, her ears and tail held high and stiff, examining the newcomer keenly as she investigates as well. There is suspicion, but the fostern finishes her sniffing, before noting that Little-Bear was her packmate. He left the Hidden Walk on his challenge for the second rank, and has not come back. A mix of expressions rise and fall from the Gnawer fostern, before she introduces herself as Runs-the-Gauntlet, ~fostern~ of the Bone Gnawers, born of the no-moon. There's a brief pause before she returns to Leaves-None's side. What brings a wolf born back to the Hidden Walk?
Touch Deer I know. Others are before my time. Leaves bides her time to introduce herself once the older Gnawer has done the same. Leaves-None-Behind, Bone Gnawer no-moon. ~Cliath~, if only for a few days now.
Sheeaghan explains that she is keeper of the two-leggers' den and must return there shortly to make sure that none of the cubs get into trouble. There are many young Wendigo and their kin here, she explains. She turns to Bug and bumps the cub with her nose as she slips by and turns to give everyone a departing nod, but waits for any last moment comments before she heads back.
Circles's hackles lift slightly as he is examined by a second wolf, before his tail lowers submissively. Still, he cannot quite hide his distaste of the city-smells that linger on the two Gnawers, muzzle wrinkling up. Rite with Little-Bear, the wolf-born repeats. Got lost.
Bug lowers her head a little further at the bump, but she does not shy away from Sheeaghan. This one will come to the challenge. Her ears tip forward--now that the other Fianna is leaving, the Galliard takes a sideways step toward Leaves, though her eyes don't leave the other cub for a moment.
Runner keeps herself with a dominant, but relaxed posture. Shee's explanation helps, albeit Circles' explanation is also helpful. Now you are back, she chuffs with a thoughtful flicker of her ears. Working off the Fianna's explanation, the fostern asks towards Shee, What Wendigo and kin?
Leaves-None's tail thumps the ground slightly at the byplay, ears swiveling towards Bug first, then to the Wendigo. Yes. You are back. No longer lost.
Pierces the Ice, Kills-Wisely, Untangler, and Bites have all arrived since this one has been gone-- Sheeaghan answers. Kills-Wisely has a mate and there is another that I have heard of, they are building a den near the lake in addition to the one up in the cliff. She expects that Runs-the-Gaunlet does not know because she is mostly in the city.
Circles has many pups and a strong mate, the Wendigo notes, pride clear in every line of his body.
Bug makes a small, quiet rumble of displeasure. Regardless, she remains skulking near the Gnawer former-cub, and she offers no comment of her own.
Runner looks amused. I know of the Wendigo that are Guardians, and the ahrouns, the fostern replies. And now Touch Deer's son returns with pups and mate. Little Bear would have been proud to see so many of the Heart-Eater's children returned to this place.
Sheeaghan doesn't look quite as amused as the Fostern, but she can understand what she means by the comment about Little-Bear. The crescent moon bobs her head and flickers her tail slowly.
Circles should return to his pack.
Runner glances back over to the wolfborn, noting acknowledgement. Come to the gathering of the Hidden Walk, on the full moon, if you are allowed to. It will be good for others to hear of your pups and mate, and your return. Aside from that, the fostern notes that she should return to her pack's territory, and to the Scab. Given that, she dips her head slightly, giving Bug an extra glance.
Sheeaghan turns and makes her way back to the farmhouse promptly.
Circles gives a brief flick of his tail, before turning and trotting away.
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