GM : Dillen Vs. Blackriver
3/26/2006
05:28 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (18% full).
It is currently 17:19 Pacific Time on Sun Mar 26 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the south at 12 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.19 and falling, and the relative humidity is 74 percent. The dewpoint is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.)
Bawn: Eastern Forest(#2990RA)
Gradually, the dense forest gives way to more mixed vegetation, as trees become less pervasive and undergrowth takes over. Spotty clearings filled with short scrub and bushes dominate the forest floor, with only a few game trails to make paths through the tangled growth. The forest that is here seems to loom, as if resenting handing over land to lesser plants. Small rustlings come from the bushes and patches of high grass. Who knows what is concealed here?
To the north, the sounds of the interstate are audible in the distance, while to the east, the ground begins to rise into tumbled piles of rocks and shallow gullies.
Contents:
Bloods-Bane
Blackriver
Obvious exits:
Bone Arches Into the Caern Southern Bawn Northern Bawn Central Bawn Eastern Mountains
Bloods-Bane is wandering through the bawn, sniffing the ground and looking for familiar scents. He stops at a certain spot and snuffles at some leaves, then pawing at the ground. He comes up with something in his mouth, obviously happy with his find.
Blackriver comes weaving through the trees, tails dipped and held at a happy neutral, and nose and ears searching for interesting scents and sights. She soon notices Bloods-Bane, and her tail and head raise up immediately as she trots towards him, woofing an aloof hello.
Bloods-Bane lifts his hand and drops his prize on the ground as he shifts into his homid form. "Greetings. Don't we still have a challenge to do?" He tilts his head to the side to regard BR.
Blackriver pads forward to sniff at what Dillen dropped, tail wagging lazily and ears shifting back and forth and towards the Get. She looks up at him as he speaks, and licks her nose before going back to her new dead-prize-thing.
Dillen reaches to grab the prize and hits a button on it. A knife pops out of the casing and he hits the button again to send it back in. "Lost this a while back. Finally found it while trying to pick up Kenneth's scent." He regards her. "So when are you gonna let the challenge go down. I'm free now."
Blackriver lets out a low growl as Dillen reaches for the knife and snaps at his hand. Mine. She wags her tail, not friendly-like, but more as an assertion of dominance.
"Yours?" Dillen shifts back into the lupus form and growls at her. His head held high and tail up. No. He shakes his whole body, making himself bigger and he stares at her eyes. Challenge. With a snap of his jaws.
Blackriver stares straight back at Dillen, raising her posture up to look like a bigger, stronger wolf than the Galliard. Mine. Yes. Challenge. Yes. She motions towards the caern. Chase. Yes. Yes.
Dillen nods his head, remembering the terms set forth earlier. He snaps at the air again and nods at her. Ready?
Blackriver licks her nose and quickly trots to about 50 feet away from Dillen and towards the caern. She sneezes once and does a little jump into the air before she's off, loping towards the caern at a breakneck pace.
Bloods-Bane watches her bound and shakes his head. He then shifts into high gear and burns down the way towards the caern.
Blackriver weaves in and out of the trees, familier enough with the terrain that she knows where the large barriers in the landscape are.
The two wolves are off and running like horses out of the gate, only with Blackriver quickly taking the lead. The Get galliard is not too far behind, however. Long legs, natural smoothness in his gait, coupled with a burst of speed to catch up puts the Fenrir almost within snapping distance in just a few seconds of time. One could say that the galliard hit the nitro early.
Bloods-Bane keeps his eyes on the ground and her in front of him as best he can, running as hard as he can to catch up and grab at her. His jaws snap at the air around her, trying to bring her down and ready for a fight.
Blackriver isn't about to give in that easily. When the Get reaches her she calls up her Gaia given powers, and tries to propel herself forward, using the ground below as a spring-board.
Just as Bloods-Bane's teeth get within snapping distance, the Silver Fang's hind legs bunch up and push up and out like a frog, or a rabbit's. The lupus goes sailing forward, putting an incredible distance of nearly ten lengths ahead of the Get. The galliard is left to snap at what floating wisps of fur were left in her wake, still chasing.
Bloods-Bane lets out a growl and busts again towards where she lands.
As soon as she hits the ground the Philodox is off like a lightning bolt again, dodging a tree and continuing onwards.
Truth is, the caern is not all that far from the spot they started running in. And at an all out sprint, it's hard to see who will be hard pressed to catch or be caught. The Get slowly, but surely, is catching up with another determined strain forward. The Fang's tree dodging seems to be what keeps her reaching a full-out max velocity.
Bloods-Bane bores down into the ground, running at full tilt. If he gets to within a leaping distance, he takes the leap, kicking in a gift of his as well. If he at least touches her wit ha claw, she should go down.
Blackriver really pours the steam on now, tongue billowing out behind her like a flag as she nears the caern.
The pair of wolves near the rim of the caern, where the trees begin to thin out in lieu of the small cliffs that make up the edge of the valley below. Bloods-Bane has a few chances, but every time he gets close, the Silver Fang manages to just dodge him. It isn't until he, in his frustration lashes out with a cheetah-like trip manuever that his forepaw catches on the Fang's and she stumbles forth with a smack of her muzzle flat on the ground in front of her. The sacrifice, however, is that Bloods-Bane also nearly loses his balance but keeps himself upright this time.
Blackriver is up again as fast as she can, swelling up into hispo and preparing herself for the Get's first attack.
Bloods-Bane snaps his jaws in the air and gives another shake of his fur. He nudges his head up in the air, givin ga superior gesture of 'get up'. He paws at the ground, pacing and waiting for her to fight. As she rises, he bulks to hispo as well, waving a paw in the air ala Matrix.
Blackriver was the first to run, but here she's not the first to fight. She paces tensely around the Get, waiting for his move.
Bloods-Bane growls and snaps at the air. He move around a side and then reaches out with a swipe aimed at the ribs of the other. A swipe to just see which way she jumps.
Blackriver's body snaps back and she gnashes her teeth once in the air before suddenly plowing forward, teeth looking to tear into Blood-Bane's shoulder.
Bloods-Bane twists to dodge the teeth and sends a rather ringing blow to Blackriver's head.
The fight is sudden in initiation, as in a flash both Garou are shifted into their hispo forms. The pair clash, but both seem to be fairly good at avoiding the first break of skin. The Get's huge paw takes a nasty swipe at the Fang's head, batting her muzzle to a side and causing her to get just a mouthful of his fur, and not much at that.
Blackriver scoots back and makes a feint lunge at Bloods-Bane before leaning towards her right and trying to bite down hard on his head.
The sounds of fighting draw the attention of a the lanky and slim wolf known as Walks-In-Circles. Slinking closer, the grey wolf watches and listens from a distance.
Bloods-Bane grows up and into crinos, giving himself a little more leverage. He sends both fists out to knock her down on the ground.
As Blackriver moves in, the Get shifts into his warform at the blink of an eye. Given his larger size now, the Fang's teeth don't contact head, but get ahold of the Get's left leg. Her fangs don't manage to break the skin, but they're there nevertheless. The galliard's retaliation is swift, though, battering her with his fist. The Fang's skull luckily, is just hard enough to retain her sense.
Blackriver lets out a snarl and blurs with speed as she lunges upwards to bite down hard on Blood-Bane's belly.
Bloods-Bane takes the advantage of her being down by his foot to kick it out and at the same time deliver another swift punch to the side of her head, hoping to knock her away from the bite.
Kicking out his leg, Bloods-Bane exposes the head of the hispo'd Fang out within his reach. As he levels back a punch, however, the lupus leaps forward in a blur, biting at his soft belly. The first snap gets not but fur and a mild scratch to itch the skin, but the second as her head snaps forward, sinks her jaws into his hard belly muscles. The galliard's punch misses, only just clipping the Fang's ear, getting splotched with a small squirt of his blood onto his fist.
Blackriver takes advantage of her position to lobe her huge hispo mass into Bloods-Bane, hoping to knock him off balance. She tries to sink her fangs in higher up near the Get's throat as she does so.
Bloods-Bane tries to take advantage of the weight coming towards him and does his best to sink his claws into a shoulder, using her own weight as he twists to take her down with him on top.
Like a few hundred pounds of dog leaping up, Blackriver's powerful hind legs push hard against the ground. At the same time, the Get's weight in crinos is nothing to be laughed at, and he lashes with his claws. They move at almost the exact same time, with the Get's claws cutting into the white furred shoulder of the Fang, and her teeth finding a spot near his neck and sinking in. A good thing the moon is new, as the flash of pain surges up the galliard and itches his Rage.
Blackriver moves quickly, adjusting her grip so her teeth align right over the Skald's throat instead of just nearby.
Bloods-Bane just simply begins to pummel at Blackriver's head. Punches fly as fast as he can go, wanting her off his neck. Hope for an unconscious state.
It's an awkward dance that happens next. Just as the Get galliard levels another punch, his fist blurring with speed, the Fang drops just underneath the fist and it passes her by. The galliard instead ends up thumping himself in the chest with a hollowish noise. Then it happens, as Blackriver's fangs find his neck one more time and sinks in. The galliard's second blow smacks her right in the kisser, with a painful crunch of something in her nose breaking and the feeling of blood slicking into her sinuses.
Bloods-Bane keeps up with the punching, using the crushed nose to his advantage.
Blackriver struggles to stay awake, biting down hard on her opponents throat.
Circles loses interest in the conflict and slips away, paws carrying him toward the south.
And for those few seconds more, Blackriver bites down with a grip that doesn't let go. Despite the Get's furious punching, the philodox's skull is as hard and solid as her determination to win. His fists pound away at her skull, but she hangs gamely on.
Blackriver still in a borderline-conscience haze, Blackriver continues to hang on with all her might, letting the bulk of her hispo form lean full force against the Get.
And once again, he goes for the head. Dillen takes several more hard punches to her head, focusing on her muzzle and face. Maybe he can break her muzzle enough that she lets go.
Another punch, and the Get is done. Blackriver's teeth finish clamping down, shutting down the crucial flow of blood and air to the Fenrir's body. He stumbles back and falls to the side, the hispo's added weight causing the imbalance, but not without a final hard smack that sends stars and a happy smiling face of Luna into the mind of the halfmoon that likewise, pushes her over the brink into subconsciousness. Both go down, and in the following the Fang's fangs come loose, her upper jaw broken.
Blackriver lays on the ground, her wounds slowly fading into nothingness. After a moment she pulls herself over towards Dillen and angles her head to peer down at him.
Dillen having shifted into his human form, look up to the wolf. He cracks a bit of a smile at the wolf. "Blackriver-Yuf." He gives a very slight movement of his head.
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