Soul Selling

2/6/2006

09:58 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (58% full).
It is currently 21:50 Pacific Time on Mon Feb 6 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 35 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southeast at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.26 and falling, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 33 degrees Fahrenheit (0 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:
Walks-Middle
Obvious exits:
Bone Arches  Into the Caern  Southern Bawn  Northern Bawn  Central Bawn  Eastern Mountains  

It's a cool, clear evening, and the illuminated half of Luna lights the forest well as Walks-the-Middle-Road makes her way in the general direction of the Caern through the eastern bawn. The young wolf doesn't seem to be putting too much effort into being stealth, merely trying to get wherever she's headed.

Runner isn't putting much effort into her stealth either, moving north in a crossways as she appears to be heading towards the caern in a roundabout fashion. The Gnawer fostern looks considerably better tonight than a couple of nights ago, with her fur lacking in any sign of mold and her scent only passingly still faintly smelling of soap and sickness. The wind is what takes her scent away from her, but she spots the Guardian's tail. After a few moments of consideration, the ragabash ventures a guess. ~Walks-the-Middle-Road, hello,~ she chuffs amiably from afar.

Walks-Middle halts at the sound of the chuff, and turns to face the Gnawer, trotting over to her. Hello!, she chuffs. You are looking better! You are well? She tilts her head, as though seeking reassurance that her observation was correct.

Runner remains in her hispo form, looking down at the Child with a pleased wolfish grin. ~Thanks to you and Fat-Ripper,~ she insists, lifting her head and turning it this way and that to let the Guardian see the result of her handiwork. ~Getting better. I will be fine for the scouting, tomorrow night.~ She then turns her eyes back upon her. ~Yourself?~

Walks-Middle lowers her tail submissively once she reaches the other, larger wolf, although it wags slightly. Good! That is good. This one is well. She was on her way to the Heart, to guard. Circle Keeper is busy acting as Gatekeeper until a knife moon is found. The young wolf looks vaguely confused. Scouting? What will you be scouting?

Runner licks her jaws, ears flicking. ~The tire yard, the Shadow where Ladder-Climber was sent on her Rite of Passage.~ No, it doesn't please the Gnawer to remember that bit of information. ~But like it or not, that place has been left alone too long.~

Walks-Middle chuffs agreement. Yes, it should be dealt with. She is glad you will be scouting; she is sure you will find what trouble is there so it can be stopped.

Runner whips her tail to a side, as if the action would sweep away the blight. ~Cycle-Breaker and Rusty will be coming with me,~ she rumbles slowly, sitting down. ~So I do not worry... too much.~ Tongue slipping out, she cocks her head at the lupus. ~What about you? Is your cub doing well?~

Walks-Middle perks her ears forward at the first name, then lowers them at the second. That is good. Help will probably be needed. My cub is well. This one taught him a little about fighting, and he hit hard her with his head. She named him Head-Ache. The wolf seems highly amused with this. A new name will help him make a new start.

Runner laughs too, in that quiet, quick-panting way. ~Head-Ache. Somehow, I am not surprised.~ She also finds the humor in it quickly, playing on the word. ~Does he fight well? I hope you won the match.~ She looks down expectantly, though there's always that wry sense of doubtful poking from the no-moon.

Walks-Middle lolls out her tongue in amusement. He is decent, but no Full-Moon! He has much to learn, but has the right idea. Caught on about using Rage in Combat quickly. Quicker than I did as a cub. And has more than normal for his moon.

Runner sits up straighter, her interest showing in this section. ~I remember he was very smart. Fast learning,~ she agrees. ~Have you taken him into the Shadow?~

Walks-Middle hesitates a bit on that one. He has been once, but not with her. He went into the Shadow with Ears-rhya. This one gave permission, as she was busy elsewhere, and he was eager to see.

Runner dips her head. ~Ears is a good teacher. Knows much about things, even if her words can come fast and confusing. And passionate.~ The hispo'd Gnawer has a stretch, settling down for a moment. ~Where in the Shadow was he taken? The caern's Shadow?~

Walks-Middle affirms that yes, he was taken into the Heart's Shadow. And she agrees that Ears-rhya is a good teacher. Her cub's day of birth is soon! Two days after the moot. She asked Far-Cry to bring sweet food to the cub den for it.

Runner perks her ears again. ~Does the cub know of your surprise?~ she asks, looking curious. ~And who is Far-Cry? Another Garou of the sept?~

Walks-Middle looks confused, then embarrassed. This one meant Dagger's-Edge. She asked him, and he is asking his kin. And no, he does not know. She wanted to do something nice, so he will feel like he still has a family, even if it is small now.

Runner flattens back her ears when she recognizes the name, but her reaction doesn't last too long. The ragabash skips over commenting on that entirely, instead focusing on the note on family. ~The whole Sept is family,~ she replies. ~And Gaia is the Mother of all. Though I understand what you are saying.~ Tail swishing back and forth, she wonders aloud, ~What about his birthfamily?~

Walks-Middle stills at that Runner's last question, looking completely taken aback and confused. What about them?

~His birthfamily. Are they kin? Human? Garou?~ Runner looks back at the ahroun with a few blinks. ~Someone in his family must have been Garou. He even shows his breeding, as do you.~

Walks-Middle looks up at the Gnawer blankly, and then gives a slight whine. She is not certain. She knows he lived here, but cannot recall which parent was Garou or kin. She will find out.

~When you do,~ Runner considers, ~we can make sure he remembers too. The Galliards, too.~ She looks pleased and in a way makes a mental note to herself as well.

Walks-Middle agrees, although seems confused about the Gnawer's meaning. This one sometimes wishes she knew more about her own family, but does not see how she could find out. But I will make sure, as you say.

Runner licks the front of her nose. ~Ask the galliards, Walks-the-Middle. They are the ones who keep the past, and our bloodlines in the songs.~ The ragabash then finds a bit of black humor in there, as she adds lowly, ~Those who -have- bloodlines.~ She rises to her paws, shaking herself off.

Walks-Middle tilts her head, ears perking forward. I will! Thank you. Runner-rhya? She steps forward, looking up at the other wolf plaintively. Would you be willing to take Head-Ache into the city for a while after the moot? To teach no moon ways and show him the Shadow there?

Runner pauses in her shaking, fur fluffed and slowly settling back. Blinking more, the hispo eyes the ahroun. ~You are asking very broadly,~ she answers at first, noncommittal. ~How long would you wish your cub to be in the Scab? My ways are not only of the ragabash, but the Bone Gnawers too. Is this what you want for your cub?~

Walks-Middle sits down as she considers this for a moment. Yes. It is. You are a good Ragabash, and he needs to see a good example of one. There is no Ragabash in my tribe to teach him, so I must look elsewhere. And I cannot take him into the scab to show him what would be useful for him to know there, so I need someone outside the tribe. And he ought to learn to appreciate your tribe as well. All tribes. And you seem to be a good influence on him. Guards-Flame-rhya trusted you, so this one trusts you, too. She does not want to cause a burden for Runner-rhya, but perhaps a week? Two? She could find a place for him to stay if that is a problem.

Runner swishes her tail, waving off the Child's eagerness. ~I have a place he can stay. And Guards-the-Flame... she trusted me, and I hope I never let her down this whole time. She was one of the cubs under my training,~ she says proudly, puffing her chest fur. ~But I take him only as long as you give me permission to train your cub as I see fit. And, as he is ragabash, that I can allow others of my choosing to train him as well - like Leaves-None-Behind, my tribemate and also no-moon.~

Walks-Middle takes a long time to consider this, obviously trying to figure out if there is a downside to this plan. Yes, yes, this is agreeable. You have permission to train him and allow others you choose to train him. This one knows Leaves-None-Behind and likes her.

~Good,~ Runner replies with a whuff. ~Then, when the moot is over and the Revel is underway, the cub will go with me. He will return to the Bawn when it is the half moon, close to the crescent.~ She paces about in a circle, and then pauses and looks back to the ahroun. ~Good?~

Walks-Middle follows the Gnawer with her eyes, and then chuffs her agreement. Yes, that is good. This one will make sure he is prepared to go with you after the revel. And she hopes he does not cause trouble for you.

Runner inclines her head, an ear tilting jauntily. ~If he does not cause trouble, then he is not ragabash,~ she replies in good humor. Then her ears perk, and she looks back towards a vague direction that would seem to be citywards. ~I should clean my home, then. A 'most honored guest' is coming to stay...~ She muses, turning back to the Guardian and taking a few steps away from her. It is like a washing over, as the no-moon's expression gets rather fox-like in its mischievous glint of eyes and not-quite innocent teeth tips showing. ~Prepare your cub. And Gaia grant you good hunting, Walks-the-Middle-Road.~

Walks-Middle gives the Ragabash an uncertain, wary look, then steps back. Yes, this one will. Thank you, Runner-rhya. Gaia guard your steps. The Ahroun looks half-way between pleased and confused as she starts to leave.

Runner turns as well, diverting her path from the caern now and heading back the way she came at a swift, ground-eating trot. Despite her size, the ragabash soon disappears into the night's woods as stealthily as she came.

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