Uktena Murmurs
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (86% full).
It is currently 13:02 Pacific Time on Thu Jan 12 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 44 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southeast at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.87 and falling, and the relative humidity is 85 percent. The dewpoint is 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius.)
Around the Lone Boulder
The sparse forest gives way here into a vast clearing, entirely devoid of trees or heavy underbrush for great distances all around. Low, thick grass, a palish green in color, grows everywhere underfoot; it sways ever so gently in the chill winds that seem to settle in across this open expanse with unusual frequency. The occasional darker shoot or dandelion weed makes its way up amidst the rest, but the hilly territory is on the whole a uniform color, reminiscent of a moor. Adding to the image is the single, ponderous old stone, a grey-brown in color, settled uncannily in the dead center of the expanse as if it has perched there alone since the dawn of time. Grass grows up around the weathered boulder, but its vaguely-flattened top clears the grass by a good many feet, at least chest-high to a good-sized man. The sky, often grey, is a presence in this sudden openness, appearing from amidst the treetops to arc high over the grass and stone.
Woodland tracks lead off into the forest to the north and south, while the boulder itself stands at the center of the clearing.
Contents:
Circle Keeper
Obvious exits:
Forest Boulder
[look Circle Keeper]
From black nose to white tail, this full grown adult is a classic display of Canis Lupus Arctos. The three year-old's thick coat is the near-white of a wolf of the arctic, stretched over a sharp and stocky frame. He stands about two and a half tall at the shoulder; from tip to tail he's four and a half feet long. He looks well worked and well fed: muscles slide under his coat when he moves, padded by a healthy amount of meat. Slightly short and rounded ears, as well as sharp yellow eyes finish off his head. Like other wolves of the same subspecies, his legs are shorter than normal, and his paws look much more broad. He is often in constant motion, like he has the near boundless energy of one much younger than him. Among his coat are about as many scars as one would expect for a wolf of his age.
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When he has his shirt off, or is in Crinos through Lupus, a number of Scars are visible. Two of which stand out above the smaller scars: one on his right chest that looks to be the result of a chemical burn, and a slightly puckered jagged line over his left lung. Running around his stomach is a circle, tissue all gnarled up.
It's a little afternoon, even though the sun's no where to be seen, and the air feels thick and warm. The light pattering of rain is hardly anything to get worked up about, especially considering the downpours of the last few days, and it doesn't seem to bother the Lone Boulder's lone occupant. Circle Keeper's looking off to the east, watching the cloud obscured mountains with almost the expression of a dog locked inside of a cage. He doesn't move around a whole bunch, merely resting at this place for the moment.
With the rain having obscured most all scents save the strongest in the area, Runner has herself a time searching out her target. Probably by sheer luck, her next stop of an investigative tour of the bawn and caern proper leads her to the ahroun's spot. Her fur color stands out as she penetrates from the treeline into the clearing, pausing to gaze about before picking out the unmoving white wolf from the rest of the scenery. A greeting whuff-yip mixture emits from the Gnawer ragabash, and she approaches slowly with the posture of one who has found what she was searching for.
With the Gnawer's scent obscured, Circle Keeper seems to be left with not all that much warning before her arrival. He quickly pops to his feet, facing to the Gnawer with some what alarmed posture. High strung much?
Runner hence moves towards the ahroun with a purposefully slow pace, and stops about a length away sideways. The ragabash remains the less tense of the two, though it's obvious how the atmosphere about her is just that much more wound. All is well? she queries at him, observing his mood.
Circle Keeper takes a while to let his tail and hackles lower, ears flicking as he lets things sink in for a moment. Sniffing at the air impotently, he gradually lowers his posture. Things are good here, here. he answers finally.
Runner shakes herself lightly, flinging off a small spray of water that has clung to her. She's been outside for awhile in the rain, judging by it. That is good, she answers. Once more she lifts her nose in an overture towards conversation, with her ears pushing forward in attention towards the ahroun. Moments more pass by, the Gnawer's tail flicking behind her as she makes a few internal decisions and thought processes. How are your packmates?
Circle Keeper flinches as the water sprays from the Gnawer, looking somewhat displeased with being on the receiving end of that. Sniffing in the direction of the Gnawer again, he gives Yi a verbal 'shrug.' Do not know if packmates are healthy, now.
Runner juts an ear off to a side, head tilting. What about Rags Torn to Rags, the one who challenged me for equal rank?
Circle Keeper does not know if Torn-to-Rags Rhya is healthy, he answers gruff. Sends lots of Story-Howlers to tell them this one needs to talk to Torn-to-Rags-Rhya. Torn to Rags Rhya does not come. A few moments pass, the Uktena licking water off his muzzle. He thinks Torn to Rags Rhya is now dead, and he should claim eldership.
Runner splays the other ear with the reply. She has not heard mourning howls for him, so she thinks he is still alive, comments the ragabash, but it must be hard for you. Rags makes his home in the Scab, and you make your home in the woods. More pressingly, she queries, What do you think of his challenge to me?
Sends other scab wolves to tell Torn-to-Rags-Rhya, Circle Keeper responds, eyes rounding out slightly. Send very many to tell him this. He snorts, tossing his ruff slightly as to dislodge the moisture. Taking a moment to duck his head, his tail curls back against his side. He has not talked at Torn-to-Rags-Rhya. Does not know much of the challenge.
Runner explains her challenge terms again, in short: Rags chooses three to fight him on the third new moon from the last moot. But he must teach each of them one thing he knows about fighting. I will see who wins the fight and decide if Rags has earned the second rank, or failed. With that said, she looks back again to the Uktena, asking for his thoughts.
Circle Keeper looks uneasy for the moment, much more so than an Ahroun really ought to be this time of month, scraping at the wet earth with a hind leg. Three-Blades-Rhya will know if Torn-to-Rags has earned it or not. This one is not Fostern.
Runner seats herself on the wet ground, an ear twitching with the use of her old name. He is your elder. If he becomes the second rank, he will still be elder. Does Circle Keeper think Rags is a good elder, though?
Circle Keeper's answer comes much more quickly this time. Circle Keeper does not know if he is good elder. he informs her bluntly. Does not see Torn-to-Rags-rhya, even when he needs to.
And what sort of needs does one Uktena child need of another? The Gnawer asks, blunt only in her honest curiosity.
Circle Keeper's eyes round out, head ducking. Very important things. he answers-with-out-answering.
Runner licks her nose, tailoring her disappointment with the response with an understanding that shows only in her silence. She gazes at the ahroun, evaluating. What things can Rags do to show he is a good elder to you?
Elders should be not dead. He states rather blandly. Circle Keeper thinks Torn-to-Rags-Rhya should show that he is not dead.
Runner widens her eyes with the response, but resumes a composed state after another blink. This time there is a twinkle of amusement reading through her. And if he does not show that he is not dead? Rags goes to the moot often, after all.
If he does not show he is not dead, then this one thinks he is dead, Circle Keeper answers, as if it's incredibly obvious.
Runner looks thoughtful, flipflopping her tail one way then the next. And then what? she invites queringly, though it seems like she has the answer to that one already.
Circle Keeper's starting to become increasingly agitated again, ears scooping back forward again as he looks at the larger Gnawer. If Torn-to-Rags-Rhya is dead, then this one is elder. he states obviously, again. If he was in homid, one could almost imagine that sort of 'well duh?' face accompanying the statement.
Runner licks the side of her muzzle and then yawns, deliberately putting aside acknowledgement of the agitation she's likely causing. Then, she rises to her paws once more. Rags should come see you, talk to you, she states simply. But, maybe you should go to the cub safeden and leave your own mark there for Rags to find.
Circle Keeper's hackles start to roll, the Ahroun's tail dislodging itself from his thigh. This one sends many, many messages. Tells Bloods-Bane. Tells Howls-for-Glory. Tells Ears-to-Ground. Tells others, also.
But you never tell him yourself, Runner points out emphasizingly. How far will you go to show your feelings about Rags and your need to speak to him?
Circle Keeper does something Yi's rarely seen him do: He stares at her. The stare is kept for only a few secounds, before he turns his head abruptly away from the Fostern. If Three-Blades-Rhya does not think Galliards should be messengers, he will tell Torn-to-Rags-Rhya he needs to talk at Rags-Rhya if he sees Rag-Rhya, he 'grumbles' quietly.
Runner stares back, those few seconds passing significantly with a stubborn will and want to make her point. Singermoons /are/ messengers. But messengers cannot deliver if they cannot find the one they need to give the message to. It would be a test of his eldership. One of you will show who is the better leader - who is the one who is most willing to take care of one's tribe.
Is Three-Blades-Rhya telling Circle Keeper to Challenge Rags-Rhya? he asks bluntly.
Runner answers, Circle Keeper can challenge Rags if he feels Rags is not being a good alpha, but has to wait until Rags finishes his challenge with me. She peers at him more intently. But I am also saying, you should also show that you have been patient, and that Rags has to show he is not dead to his own tribemates.
Circle Keeper has been patient. he answers, irritably. Sends Story-howlers. Story-Howlers tells Circle Keeper that Rags-Rhya gets message. This one waits to see if Torn-to-Rags-Rhya is alive still, now.
Runner notes how much of a circle this conversation has been going as well. In the end, she deems that she is satisfied with this much communication between herself and the ahroun. She looks off to one part of the woods, gazing into the treeline along the west until she turns back to the ahroun. You should go to the cub safeden and leave your message there too. That way it is not just the singermoons, but everyone who will know that Rags needs to show himself or be thought of as dead.
Circle Keeper is Warrior. Not his auspice to tell everyone things. he answers insufferably. Tells Story-Howlers, and Story-Howlers tell Rags-Rhya and others. Circle Keeper does not want to steal their auspice.
Runner acknowledges the ahroun's concerns of auspice with a dip of her head. With only two of Uktena's children here at the Hidden Walk and none of them a singer's moon, though, a leader should consider what effects there are to waiting /too/ long for a message to get through. At that, she flicks her tail in a 'wave', pacing off westward and giving the ahroun his space and silence to think in.
Circle Keeper's voice raises in a growl. Message /did/ get through! he almost 'shouts' after the other. Now he waits to see if he is dead. Shaking his ruff off sharply, he turns and summarily heads the opposite direction.
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