ONS: Wyrm Cat
9/13/2007
08:37 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (12% full).
It is currently 20:32 Pacific Time on Thu Sep 13 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 62 degrees Fahrenheit (16 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.01 and rising, and the relative humidity is 74 percent. The dewpoint is 54 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius.)
Blue Mountains, Northern Extreme(#2521RAJ)
The tops of the mountain peaks are shrouded clouds, and snow dusts them until late in the spring. Though still thick in places, the treecover thins as one climbs in elevation. Still, some few evergreens clump together in isolated copses even near the rocky summits. Streams run through this area in abundance, cutting deep gullies in the mountainside and rushing down to feed the thick forest below.
To the east, the mountainous terrain continues, eventually merging with the Rockies many miles from here. To the north, things smooth somewhat into the collection of foothills and rough land that makes up the highlands of the Columbia basin. Nothing of interest is visible in either direction. To the south lies the main branch of the north range of the Blue Mountains, while to the west the trees thicken and a forest spreads out over the feet of the peaks.
Contents:
Sun Clencher
Silvertip
Obvious exits:
High Promontory Rainbow Lake South West
Silvertip leads Lara along, his posture becoming lower to the ground as they make their way north. He seems to know the way pretty well, as the pair head towards the Interstate highway. He's pretty guarded, tail no longer swaying behind him as he sniffs his way along.
Sun Clencher follows, quiet-- she's relatively new to this /specific/ type of hunting, so she's quite evidently following Silvertip's lead, senses alert and strained.
Not too far from the highway (by wolven standards anyway), the pair of hunting Garou come across an animal trail with a multitude of scents old and new. Nothing smells particularly off. Silvertip does come across a scent that flags familiar, though. Felis silvestris catus, or the common domestic cat. The cat's scent is familiar in that it's of the one from some time ago during a certain discovery of a trailer with fomori dog and children about.
Silvertip almost passes the area over, until something seems to hit him like a two-by-four. He back-pedals a bit, sniffing at the trail for a few minutes. He looks rather wary.
For Lara, they're just new scents. She tries to sift them, until Silvertip backpeddles, at which point she moves back a little herself, more nervous than wary. What is it?
Cat, comes his reply. From bad place. If posture could be monosylabic, that would describe his posture to a tee. Little Silvertip sniffs it over a few more times, before turning and starting down the trail after it. He silently signals for Lara to not follow him so closely.
Sun Clencher looks, it must be said, baffled. All this fuss over a cat? her posture says, although not /terribly/ obviously. Possibly it's good she's behind the Fostern. She trails behind him, a bit further back this time.
The cat's scent trails windingly near the animal trail, sticking somewhat close (again by a wolf's standards) to the path. There's not even that much to indicate the animal trail itself save that a few bushes are pushed apart in such that way, and the trees are a little wider set. Other scents mingle around the area as well, prey and predator both. The pair range far enough to come to a rockier terrain, where the cat's scent is still faintly detected amongst the rocks. A fresh mark on one of the rocks tells more, with the cat definitely in the vicinity.
Silvertip's speed slows, the fostern wary as he makes his way along through the bushes and trees. He cases a sharp eye up into what branches there are, his tail held out behind him in a tense position. He sniffs at the wind, ears erect as he tries to figure out where where the feline is.
Sun Clencher's ears stand up at the mark, and she starts doing the same kind of scanning, trying to cover parts of the area that Silvertip isn't.
The Uktena fostern has to study those branches in the trees for a long time, but in the end he finds the small cat not amongst the lower canopy, but making its way across their path at a distance of around 30 meters. It pauses with a forepaw barely off the ground, looking right at the wolves.
Silvertip freezes almost immediately, locking eyes with the cat. He slowly motions for his packmate to advance. Slow, he adds. It lived in a tainted place.
The confusion over the fuss over a cat remains, until Silvertip mentions a place of the enemy, and she becomes suddenly very serious. I see, she says, very muted, as she slowly (very slowly) edges towards her packmate.
The cat continues to stare, unafraid of the slowly advancing wolves at such a distance. It studies them as much as they do it. So focused are they on the cat, that at about half the distance, the Uktena pair are attacked. Rather, Sun Clencher is suddenly struck by a force of several hundred pounds of a much, much larger cat. On the upshot, Silvertip is able to spin around upon the predator and act.
Silvertip rears around and blurs up into hispo in a heartbeat, summarily launching himself at the overgrown feline with his jaws agape. As he comes down, he slashes at cat's backside with his claws as he tries to take it's attention.
Sun Clencher, meanwhile, is bashed to the ground; she bursts into crinos and tries to wrestle the cat around so she's on top. At the same time, she's using her back claws to rake it, or doing so as much as she can.
The puma bites into Sun Clencher's nape with strong jaws, but the cat's fangs are barely sharp enough to prick her skin through her fur as she bursts into crinos form. Silvertip's fangs sink into the cat's rear end, just before, ripping open flesh to reveal a putrid scent that comes out of the cat in more ways than just the musky scent of a feline predator ought to be. The wrestling continues, and though Silvertip's fangs struck, his dull claws don't do nearly as much damage if any, more swatting at the now comparatively smaller cat than either crinos or hispo. Sun Clencher's claws swipe and catch against the cat's skin, flaying the feline open with a spray of blood. However, the feline just attacks with a frenzied intensity that doesn't become the normal reclusive predator. Its own claws strike back at random, slicing open the Philodox's arm as it passes by that leaves her with an odd tingling sensation.
Silvertip goes for the cat's flanks, bringing his weight down on it as he tries to maul it again and again. His claws continue to seek purchase on the beast, running his talons over it's flesh.
Sun Clencher's left arm sprays satisfyingly (well, satisfyingly to the cat) and she snarls, legs still clawing at it, her right arm slashing as best she can.
It's barely a contest between two Garou and the large cat. It's almost the end of it as Silvertip and Sun Clencher combined seriously maul the cougar into ribbons. At some point at the end of the battle, though, a supernatural darkness unexpectedly drops down upon the fighting Garou, rendering the sense of sight useless to them. The fever pitch of battle ensues where claws, teeth, and snarling and hissing all continues in the fray. It's unknown who strikes what, but in the cover of darkness both Sun Clencher and Silvertip are bitten and slashed, this time painfully.
Silvertip moves quickly, disengaging... whatever it is, and running backwards. He keeps going until the supernatural darkness isn't about anymore.
That's easier to do than it might have been a moment ago, as Lara yelps in surprise and pain-- much more surprise than pain, really. As she yelps, the blackness cuts out again, leaving clear vision of a thoroughly destroyed cat, and two confused Garou.
Silvertip looks about abruptly, head pivoting from side to side as he sniffs at the air furiously. ~It's gone!~ He growls outloud.
Sun Clencher of the better eyesight whirls around angrily and then realizes, ~No, it's dead.~ A beat. ~Or is that what you meant?~
As the shroud lifts, the mauled remains of the cougar can be further inspected to reveal an almost tainted nature about it. The large cat's claws are covered in muck, its fur less than glossy. The deformity of its skull is such that it's clear this animal would not - should not - have survived for as long as it appears to have done. The right side of its skull along the jaw, droops like a poorly healed broken jaw. Yet it doesn't seem starved, just lean. The fluids oozing from the cat's body, though, give off a rot-like illness scent.
Silvertip indicates a flat, furious no. He sniffs at the air repeatedly, ignoring his light wounds for the moment. ~The other one! It was there!~
Briefly quizzical, Lara realizes, in a burst, ~Oh, the /cat/.~ She pads to the base of its tree and noses around it.
The cat's scent seems buried quite a bit beneath the odor of the dead cougar.
Sun Clencher tries to funnel out Mr. Cougar's scent and stick with the cat's scent. This is easier said than done, but she does try.
Silvertip searches around for a few minutes, before giving up in a huff of frustration. We bring Hummingbird back to sniff it out, he fumes 'outloud'. He easily shifts down to lupus, and then shakes himself off.
Sun Clencher snorts in frustration, not finding anything useful, and growls, ~Yes,~ before shifting down to lupus again. After a short silence she adds, Sorry about biting you.
Silvertip looks over to Lara with a bit a shocked look. You /bit/ me? he seems to ask. The look is fleeting, though, as he considers the cougar, Lara, and then the way they came. Shifting back up to hispo, he lightly grasps the thing, and starts to drag it away.
Sun Clencher's entire posure indicates that she didn't /mean/ to. But she helps drag away without anymore discussion.
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