Santiago
Sun 08:55PM EST
Snapping twigs off to the south, too loud and deliberate to be anything other than an announcement. Someone's come visiting.
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 08:55PM EST
*The forest is in a state of slow panic, much like Ah-Ah lava flowing from the side of a Hawaiian volcano. Hot, deadly...but more than capable of being avoided, if one knows how to watch for the signs and get out of the way. She can feel it in the way the Earth moves beneath her paws as she walks, and in the tiny chirruping, overhurried rambling whispers of the spirits ever-constant in her ears. Drowning. Suffocating. A world of confusion. Dismay. It is a tartness in the water and a tangy scent upon the air. A foulness that she had mercifully almost forgotten.
But not so.
What was once left behind has resurfaced in a new form, and she can feel it. It is everywhere, and nowhere. It is everyone, and no one. Here. There. Now.
She moves slowly, and a tiny piece of spider web falls from her tail, drifting like death and still snow to the ground, lost in a pattern of decaying mushrooms. Time.*
Billy Bedlam
Sun 08:56PM EST
His head turns as he hears the snapping of the twigs. cloising his eyes, he whispers softly apparently to himself...then he waits
Lucca
Sun 08:59PM EST
He continues watching Starling. "Is there anything in particular you have a taste for?"
Santiago
Sun 09:00PM EST
...and henceforth, silence.
Sooner rather than later, though, the foliage ringing the clearing parts. On two legs, as is his custom, Santiago steps over a mass of groundcrawler ferns and into Nathaniel's clearing. Sharp black eyes take in those all about. His rifle gleams dully as he unslings it, and sets it butt-down in the dirt.
His foots are muddy, clothes wrinkled. He's been traveling, but his eyes are clear, features alert and taut. A nod to the Wendigo. "Billy-rhya. Seen Noah and Corran?"
Billy Bedlam
Sun 09:01PM EST
Looking at Santiago, he grunts and shakes his head. "Not since the wolves...what can I do for you Santiago?"
Starling Morningmist
Sun 09:02PM EST
"No, nothing is appealing right now that I can think of."
Though spaghetti was a little appealing.
Turning her head towards Santiago when he speaks. Looking to make sure who came into camp.
Lucca
Sun 09:03PM EST
"Are you sure. Least I could do is get or cook something that you want to eat after the trouble I have caused you."
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 09:05PM EST
*She had not recognized him, but that was not surprising. Few in this forest had she met, and fewer still had she any desire to meet. And yet her time of seclusion, of walking through the quiet, untroubled woodlands has drawn to an inevitable close. A chapter of her life completed as carefully as one might shut a favored book, a cherished page turned to reveal the words "The End." (Owari.)
A new beginning. It feels like deja vous tinged with the bitter sting of snake's venom, a poisonous sadness. Her paws tickle over the rotting ground as she follows Santiago's trail, her nostrils flaring to inhale his scent where his feet touched the Earth. Smell. She watches him pass through the trees, and the odor of others touches her, drawing her forward. Quiet crimson blackness.*
Starling Morningmist
Sun 09:05PM EST
Looking back to Lucca, her brows furrowing.
"You are mistaken, you have caused me no troubles."
Santiago
Sun 09:06PM EST
"It's about the wolves." He doesn't take a seat. He's comfortable on his feet. In his skin. His black eyes flicker to Lucca. The purebreeding shines there as it does not in Santiago, but there's still a question in a black eyebrow raised as he looks back at Billy: trustworthy?
Lucca
Sun 09:07PM EST
He shrugs. "That is not the way it looks from my side of things. Perhaps the truth is somewhere in the middle."
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 09:08PM EST
Ask for the devil and he shall appear. Or more than likely, a rather large wolf, more like a crimson-gold dire wolf with unnaturally arctic blue eyes... Once white-mud covered paws step as lightly as possible over the ground for the heavy beast. An array of scars breaking through the once lush coat. He's seemed to have had a few scraps of late. His nostrils flaring, long tongue washing over his muzzle as he tastes the air. This was the end of the scent trail he followed to track Billy. The wolf breaks through a line of brush.
Billy Bedlam
Sun 09:10PM EST
His purebreeding shines through like a beacon in the night...the blood of the mohicans, the the apache, Geronimo, and Gunan Noot all floowing ion his veins ((Looked at his sheet awhile ago...PB 4))
Looking at Santiago, he nods. "Santiago, Meet Lucca. Strider Ahroun and master of the blades....what about the Wolves?'
Starling Morningmist
Sun 09:11PM EST
Drawing her knees up to make herself as small as possible as the numbers grow. Looking from each new arrival to Billy, then Lucca. She recalled what had happened the previous night and knew Lucca was not to blame for her part in it.
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 09:13PM EST
A growling bark erupts from his throat to announce his presence. Large ears rolling forward on the crown of his head as he pads out towards the others. Eyes moving around to take in the visages of people. His nose picking up different scents.
Lucca
Sun 09:14PM EST
He looks at Santiago. Then Billy. "Do me a favor and leave that last part off in the future please." Then he looks back at Starling. "So there is really nothing at all?"
Billy Bedlam
Sun 09:15PM EST
his eyes turn towards the bark and he smiles> "correction santiago>>>i"ve seen noah>"
Starling Morningmist
Sun 09:16PM EST
Brown gaze darting to Lucca when he speaks. A quick nod of her head was all the answer she gave. Wrapping her arms around her updrawn knees.
Santiago
Sun 09:20PM EST
A nod. "Santiago Eyes-Like-Flint, Cliath Half-Moon of Great Fenris."
The deedname is apt; his eyes are dark and hard and sharp. The rest, however, is at odds with the man before them. Speak of the Get and one thinks nordlanders, blond and blue-eyed, powerful and fairskinned. Santiago is black of hair, black of eye, lean and swarthy, sinewy and without a single ounce of excess flesh. Shirtless (...in his killing clothes...), his ribs would almost show beneath the black pattern of tattoos down his sides - or the twin shoulder holsters those tattoos could sometimes become.
And as the Fianna shows himself, Santiago's eyes scythe left, narrow briefly; find recognition. A knot in his shoulder eases. Another nod. "Rhya."
And back to Billy. Quickly, but unhurriedly, and crisply: "I tracked their backtrail. It led to the road - Highway 72. It looked like a truck stopped and dropped them off. I followed the truck back into the town of Manahawkin. Spoke to the locals a while to get the feel of the situation. Met an old man who told me of an oil company setting up camp not far from Manahawkin. Seems the camp also housed something - "Neuro Laboratories" as he put it - that had wolves on the premises. A truckload left the other day. Claimed to be shipping them off to zoos, but there aren't any zoos in the region.
"Pretty obvious what the logical conclusion of all this is, but it could be just a red herring. I'm going to go look for this camp. See what I can find out. Maybe knock a few more of them off - but I'd like to keep a low profile for now. Thought I'd inform the local fosterns." A glance around. "Couldn't hurt to have backup either, if you know how to move quietly, or through the Umbra."
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 09:21PM EST
*She pauses in the shadows, standing silently as she watches, her pale blue eyes glinting in the quiet light. Silence. A half step forward finds the front half of the overlarge bitch wolf in plain sight. Her left ear twitches, a torn and horrible stump that swivels in a painfull looking jerk this way and that, badly torn and almost completely missing. Thick, ugly scars scrape over her neck and shoulders, making the fur more patches than a solid pelt.*
Billy Bedlam
Sun 09:24PM EST
Looking at santiago and nods. "when do we leave?"
Lucca
Sun 09:24PM EST
He shrugs and stands up. "Guess it's my turn to introduce myself then. "I am Lucca. Saif Many Spirits of the Blade, Ahroun of the Silent Striders." And he looked every bit the part as well. With Dusky Bronzed skin and Egyptian markings down his left arm. Dressed simply but his very presence called up mental Images of the Sands and Egypt.
Santiago
Sun 09:27PM EST
"Soon as--" break out; swivel. The rifle flows off the ground and halfway to his shoulder. Completion of the movement is a matter of thought. Beneath straight, dark eyebrows, darker still eyes pin the new wolf for a moment, and then flicker over her to take in details. His goateed chin rises a half-inch. He sniffs the air. They've had bad luck with strange wolves lately.
A beat.
Then he relaxes, just a notch. No obvious scent of Wyrm here, though he was no Theurge to say for certain. But he was a Forseti, and his senses told him this one is Garou. The rifle lowers slowly, the oiled muzzle gleaming matte-black in the dim light.
Keeping his silence, he leaves it to the fosterns to ask for her introduction.
Billy Bedlam
Sun 09:31PM EST
Looking at the new arrival, he quirks an eyebrow. "soon as...?"
Starling Morningmist
Sun 09:32PM EST
Stiff as a board by this point. Making very sure not to make any movement at all with the appearance of two wolves now.
Ana Kozireski
Sun 09:32PM EST
From behind them, quiet footsteps on the forest floor. Soft, not because she is particularly trained to silence, but because she is slight, light of foot and growingly familiar with these woods. Soon, a young woman emerges from the stand of trees, crowned in gold, though merely the golden color of her hair. She is a girl, no more than seventeen, with evidence of her passing childhood still to be found on her face in the rounded cheeks now curved from her small, serious smile. Dressed in (once-more dirtied) jeans, worn from too many washings and a t-shirt that hangs loosely on her thin frame, is Ana, and her head bobs in a brief nod of acknowledgment to Billy.
It's a submissive gesture, clear and respectful of the Wendigo's rank, made perhaps all the more surprising by the blood that flows through her veins: princes and dukes, kings and madmen, some endless line of heroes gone to dust stands behind her, the weight of all that lineage and expectation fallen upon her thin shoulders, and bent to that singular, sure acknowledgment.
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 09:33PM EST
Neuro Laboratories.... The Fianna's attention perks up at this. Ears swiveling backwards, then forward once more. It seems to be in thought, from the odd expression mingling on its face. His head turns at the new arrival. He is silent for the moment, half-digesting the Forseti's words in his mind. The tension running through Starling, draws the dire wolf's curiosity, head tilting to the side as he settles cold blue eyes upon the pregnant kinfolk.
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 09:34PM EST
*A little jumpy? Perhaps with good reason. She does not twitch, although her muscles are tense and prepared beneath the dark patches of her mottled fur. No purebreed here, just pure mutt, but perhaps it would not be a good idea to point that out.
She seems...a little bit shy of the edge, if one catches the drift that's being sent out like a tidal wave. The oiled black of the rifle causes her nostrils to flare as the acrid scents of gunpowder and metal tickle her senses, making her want to sneeze. Horrific, those sharp senses. Her tail flicks, a slow and steady death toll behind her, low. Bristly.
Like a porcupine...but slightly uglier.
She waits for the commotion to die down before taking another partial step forward, her eyes (incapable of viewing color) distinguishing between the darker and lighter shadows of the group.
Intense. There may be nothing particularly submissive about her, but she isn't moving with the hard ferocity of one claiming territory. Her tail is low, and her ears are pricked forward, instead of laid back against her skull.*
Billy Bedlam
Sun 09:35PM EST
Looking around he sees Starling. shaking his head, he stands. "alright...everyone to my Camp. we are all here uninvited."
Santiago
Sun 09:38PM EST
Flick, a black glance tossed to Billy like a pebble. "Soon as everyone's ready, and I catch a quick nap." A wry sort of smile slants his mouth behind the goatee. "Not an Ahroun. Can't go entirely without sleep."
Wanna bet? 48 hours and those eyes are clear and black, unbloodshot. 48 more hours and he might start showing threads of red. 48 after that and he'll still be going - but when he does crash, he'll sleep twice around the clock. It's the way of the warrior - the way of the Garou. Rage and adrenaline can keep you going far beyond your limits.
At Billy's order, he hoists the rifle smoothly over his shoulder and stands ready to move.
Stalks in Silence
Sun 09:41PM EST
And from the trees, silent as always, he emerges and looks around...ohh look its a party at Nathaniels...
He doesnt look angry however, he has also been humbled a bit about his concerns..especially after last night...Eyes move to Billy, suprised he was there and there with Starling...
that was a good sign..right?
He clears his throat...and smirks, that cheshire grin crossing his lips. He is still shirtless and barefoot, as usual, wearing a pair of jeans and his hair is long past his shoulders, a dark mane.
"Did i miss something?"
Billy Bedlam
Sun 09:42PM EST
Billy nods quietly to Nathaniel. "we were just leaving...going to sick it to the wyrm...interested?"
Lucca
Sun 09:44PM EST
He pretty much stays between Starling and the rest seeing her curled up in a ball and unmoving like she is.
Stalks in Silence
Sun 09:44PM EST
He nods to Billy..."sick it to the wyrm?" he moves towards Starling...glancing at the others around..."who is everyone here?"
Not angry, just sort of wondering who was hanging out at his camp...far far far out there in the barrens.
Ana Kozireski
Sun 09:45PM EST
It is certainly not her place to speak at the moment, but that does not mean it is not for her to act. The young woman gives the great red wolf a similar nod: a brief gesture that somehow seems larger, that would not be out of place in some king's fine court.
Santiago receives a similar gesture, but smaller, more acknowlegment than submission. The young woman eyes Lucca and the newer wolf briefly, curiously, and then looks up toward Stalks in Silence as he speaks from her position. At Billy's order, she had already moved close to the treeline, the trailhead for the short trek back to Billy's camp.
Santiago
Sun 09:46PM EST
...and as the master of the domain shows up, the rifle lowers again. "I was thinking recon first, Rhya," quietly, to Billy. "Don't want to dive in headfirst. Destroy the offshoot and lose the root."
To Nathaniel, "There's an oildrilling camp out near Manahawkin that might be churning out those wyrm-wolves. Thought we'd go take a look."
Starling Morningmist
Sun 09:48PM EST
Brown eyes on Nathaniel with his arrival. Wondering where he had vanished to. Lower lip caught between her teeth as she slowly worries it.
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 09:48PM EST
*(Stick it to the wyrm?) She'd never heard it put quie that way before, and it seems almost...sacreligious. Taking it so...casually. Stick it to the wyrm indeed. A muscle in her jaw twitches violently, causing the sharpness of dull yellowish fangs to appear slightly from the part of her black lips, before it relaxes, stilling, and sets her free. The fangs are hidden once more, but the quiet intensity behind the eyes remains. A constant inferno burning just beneath the surface that has next to nothing to do with the inherent rage that all garou harbor to some degree or another. Her gaze darts towards Stalks in Silence with the quickness of a gnat flitting through swampwater mist, and a certain tension eases out of her shoulders, spreading down her back to make her fur rest more easily against her back.
Finally. Some semblance of order. The wolf's maw parts just enough for speech, the low snarling yips of the lupine tongue falling in sticky driblets into the air. Hard, with the inherent sharpness of a thing pushed too far, too much of the time.*
Bloodless Star Howling, Feral Black Fury Fostern Crescent-Moon, Kuklo Bacchante...Seer.
Stalks in Silence
Sun 09:51PM EST
He looks at the one who spoke...and nods..."oil drilling camp" he had no idea...but he did know what he was talking about with the wyrm wolves...he nods at Santiago...
"I'm Nathaniel....Cliath, wendigo Ragabash" the cheshire grin flashes along his lips again...and he turns to the red wolf..nodding in greeting to her...and taking her in, perhaps he had seen her once before, but it was a long time ago.Noah? He puts a name with the face, he had heard much about Noah, but had never actually met him...another nod as he makes his aquaintence...
Eyes move to Lucca, the man from last night, who seemed to be tending to his kin very well...
Passing him with only one nod he lowers over her and whispers to her
Starling Morningmist
Sun 09:54PM EST
Nodding, her face turning up towards Nathaniel's as he whispers to her. Remaining seated with her knees pulled up. Just trying to stay out of sight for the most part.
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 09:58PM EST
The familiar visage of Noah, normally the giant blond man, was that of his lupine form. Still even large in this form, you'd hate to see what his hispo looked like. Fianna were rumored to be rather large anyhow.... The dire wolf's head tilts up, listening to everyone as he was stood quietly, hindquarters lowered to the ground as he awaited for further confirmation, to if they were staying or going. He notices the nod from Nathaniel. Heard alot about him never met him. A small nod of the wolf's head is returned in response to Nathaniel's.
Billy Bedlam
Sun 10:01PM EST
turning, he begins to move off downt he trail to his camp.
Santiago
Sun 10:01PM EST
Head turns. He looks at the Black Fury Fostern, somewhere between measuring and wary. Not known for their fondness of the Get, her kind. Did she just bare her teeth--?
"Rhya Bloodless-Star-Howling." A beat. Then it's back to business for him: following Billy, whose rank and pure breed has established him as temporary alpha in Santiago's mind, "I was hoping for an Umbral approach. Scrying. Dropping into the Realm only if we see fit to strike - and fast and silent, even then. Could use the help of Theurges and Ragabashes." Tip of the head toward aforementioned auspices.
Starling Morningmist
Sun 10:02PM EST
Sometimes she wondered if Billy smoked all his meals, or just a couple of them a day. One moment he is making introductions, the next he just gets up and starts leaving. Part of her wondering if he was even aware of what he was doing.
Ana Kozireski
Sun 10:03PM EST
When Billy offers her name, the young Silver Fang dips her head in acknowledgment of her name. Her eyes are gray, darkened to some storm-tossed depths by the deepening shadows. "Well met, Bloodless Star Howling-rhya, Nathaniel-yuf. I am Zuzanna Teodory Malgorzata Jadwiga Sulima-Kozireski, known to Garou as Nemesis, Cliath Crescent Moon Silver Fang of the House Gleaming Eye, Lodge of the Moon." Some brief, sunlit smile. "In light of our urgent business, I will spare you the recitation of my ancestry. It's mostly incomprehensible, anyway, and says nothing about Milwaukee." Another smile, a fitful thing that shines and fades as she, too, follows Billy, tossing over her shoulder. "...but as Billy-rhya said, call me Ana. Please."
Stalks in Silence
Sun 10:03PM EST
"I will catch up" he states
He needed to talk to Starling first...take care of his own before wandering out with them, wyrm or not, he was less of a warrior then they were, and he had to make sure she was ok...
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 10:05PM EST
If interested in scouting, have spirit might help...*It was always difficult acclimating herself to the myriad of tribes in this region. Her native land did not harbor nearly as many...interminglings as she'd found this far north of the border. However, when the Wyrm enters her mind, the issue of tribes tends to take a back burner in preference of duty.
For now.
She extends her neck in Ana's direction, a sign of acknowledgement, drawing deeply of the scent of the young Silver Fang, and Santiago's greeting brings a slight flick of her good ear. Nothing more. She steps closer to the gathering, awaiting some sign, because while it would be natural to step forward and take control...this is not her territory. She must remember that. Things are no longer as they once were.*
Starling Morningmist
Sun 10:05PM EST
Shaking her head and murmuring quickly to Nathaniel.
"You should go with them. I will be fine here."
Stalks in Silence
Sun 10:07PM EST
He shakes his head.."Not yet,not now"
and his decision was made, he had to talk to her fisrt, he wasnt leaving her alone, after all she had been through, in the woods, where wyrm wolves could come and have a nice meal out of her...
"Said I'd catch up..." he nods...and sits down next to her, arm pulling her close to him and fingers moving to her hair...
Billy Bedlam
Sun 10:07PM EST
He leads them to his camp without a sound. listening to Santiago, he nods. "That would be the prudent thing to do...though again...one has to wonder which would be less dangerous...I've been in the umbra around a few Wyrm pits...It's sometimes easier to take the physical path
Santiago
Sun 10:07PM EST
"Nathaniel-yuf," driven: a flash of black eyes, perhaps the first break in his cool; the first hint of that rage that seethes in the heart of every Garou, but most of all the Get. "Your mate's right. You'll have time to talk later. I'm leaving by midnight, alone or with backup. This is best done under cover of night. The sun rises early these days."
Lucca
Sun 10:07PM EST
He glances at Nathaniel and STarling then moves to follow after Billy Quietly.
Lucca
Sun 10:08PM EST
"Night Here is bright as day in the Umbra. you should take that into consideration."
Santiago
Sun 10:15PM EST
A muscle in his jaw twists. Then he pulls his eyes to the Fury theurge; the Wendigo ahroun; the Strider ahroun. A nod. "More guards realmside though, likely. We could at least try the Umbra. Or Bloodless-rhya could try to ask the spirits while we go by realm. But by realm, we'll need the cover of night."
Billy Bedlam
Sun 10:16PM EST
He leads them along the path. "Nathaniel willl be along in his own time...I will fill him in on what he needs to know and has missed." Hearing Lucca and Santiago, he nods. "At least you've thought it out." he smiles at the Man...he wasn't being sarcastic.
Starling Morningmist
Sun 10:16PM EST
Egads, even though she had tried to stay as small and out of it as possible, she somehow felt she had caused problems again. Some of the tension leaving with the large gathering of Garou.
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 10:16PM EST
*Perhaps they did not hear her, or maybe they were not listening. Either way, she is going to assume for the sake of argument that it was the former, because if she becomes any more agitated something terrible is going to happen. Stalking forward on quiet paws, she moves with the group through the underbrush, her low voice black thunder.*Have spirit can scout.
Stalks in Silence
Sun 10:18PM EST
They are gone...he looks at her...now just the 2 of them...
"talk to me...whats wrong?"
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 10:18PM EST
A growlish chuckle rumbles in the Fianna's throat as the dire wolf stands up, tail flicking behind him as he turns his head towards the Fury she-wolf.
`Drinks Too Much, Noah Sullivan of the Fianna, Fostern Full Moon. Welcome to the area, Bloodless Star Howling-yuf. As you can see we are off to discuss problems we are having. You are welcome to come along.`
He nods to her, turning to follow the others, one paw moving forward slowly, as he glances over his shoulder to see if she will follow or not.
Santiago
Sun 10:19PM EST
He smiles, but he sounds dead serious: "I always think it out."
To Bloodless Star: "How close would you need to be?" ...not a Theurge, Santiago. Obviously.
Starling Morningmist
Sun 10:20PM EST
"Nothing is wrong. I am fine. But you should go with them. Your place is with them. I'll be fine here."
She didn't want to cause him more problems.
Ana Kozireski
Sun 10:20PM EST
"These lands remain wild, Billy-rhya," the young Theurge murmurs, quietly. "For the moment. We will be able to observe the umbral landscape around the camp from a distance and determine whether it is too dangerous, though I suspect it will not be so. This is no pit sunk in the depths of some Wyrm-gripped city, but a new encampment in the wild. The only depredations we have seen are the wolves you defeated." Pale eyes rise quietly to Bloodless Star Howling, and the young Silver Fang nods her head slowly before Santiago takes up the thread of questioning and planning.
At that point, the young woman falls silent again.
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 10:22PM EST
*She flicks her tail in DrinksTooMuch's direction, but does not turn. The conversation at hand is, to her, more important than greetings. They have shared what is necessary, why continue to communicate if it does not concern the mission? There will be time for meetings and greetings proper later. Santiago's question causes her jaw to twitch again, but he is young. She will forgive him his ignorance. It would be silly not to.*Spirit can travel as far off as wants...bring back information. Not have to be close, just able to see, to share what finds. Is Falcon.
Billy Bedlam
Sun 10:22PM EST
"Yes...but this camp is not out here...It's not me you need to convince anyways...I'm just making sure it's well planned out..." Lookjing back, he smiles at Ana. then llistens to the Fury even as they come to the tufts of ground leading to the island that holds his camp
Santiago
Sun 10:26PM EST
Santiago is the type to trust in himself and his own eyes and ears: concrete evidence, facts, cold hard indisputable truth. It's hard for him to trust secondhand, thirdhand information. Brow furrowing, "Can you see through its eyes?"
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 10:29PM EST
*A touchy subject. Santiago has brushed up against a still open wound that is festering instead of healing within the Theurge's soul. She tenses immediately, and the heat around her increases, becoming nearly palpable in the air. Her words are soft and slow, like snakeskin being shed from an overlarge body.*Once...Now, no. Spirit...changed. Bad times, now not so strong. Can share thoughts, but must be close enough see each other. No longer share visions eyes-to-eyes over great span...
Santiago
Sun 10:32PM EST
A roll of a shoulder shifts the rifle on his shoulder. There's a silence as the sense of a raw nerve hit hard spills into the air between. His footsteps make no sound.
Santiago is older in age than most of the Fosterns here. His Change came late upon him, but he was set in the ways of his tribe (and camp) long before it happened. Unlike many, the Wolf assimilated into the Man - not the other way around.
Then, "You want to follow it then, Rhya? Or send it alone?"
Billy Bedlam
Sun 10:34PM EST
Finally they come into the camp. a large island. there's a few tents there, a tanning fire/cooking fire, and a Large Lodge. scalps hung from the tamarac posts supporting the loidge of earth and hides.
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 10:35PM EST
Travel Together. *Always together. She does not abandon her spirit and he does not abandon her. It is the only way to keep a bond strong between the two worlds. They are close. She can feel the falcon, even now, floating in a world unseen by the eyes of man. Past a full moon floating in a fat sky starless, bloody. Cold. She matches her pace with Santiago's moving with the ease of long years spent running to beat longer strides, the large lupine stepping over and around cracking branches and puddles of murky water.*
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 10:35PM EST
The dire wolf's head lower, stretching out his neck as his body starts to shake, ruffling up his fur slightly. He is silent as he follows the group, bringing up the rear.
Matthew Burk
Sun 10:35PM EST
Of course, he does spend a lot of time at the camp. It's his home camp, after all... at least, for now. Right now, simply doing one of his normal rituals. The little ones, that people forget a lot. Or just don't know how to do. But he does. know. And doesn't forget.
A cleared space on the ground, it doesn't really matter where, and Matthew is seated, crosslegged, eyes closed. Thoughts away on something here, and breathing deeply.
Lucca
Sun 10:39PM EST
He just listens. Taking in all he can as he moves.
Santiago
Sun 10:40PM EST
"I'll go with you." No question there. "I'll lay low unless there's reason to move, though." Arriving at Billy's, he looks around at the others before returning his attention to the Fury. "How many others should we bring?" ...shifting winds of command.
Ana Kozireski
Sun 10:42PM EST
The conversation continues between Santiago and the new Black Fury, and as it does, Ana follows the path quietly. Only when she has gained the large island that is Billy's camp does she turn and send a winging glance toward Noah. One fine, pale brow rises in some mild question before her attention returns to Santiago. Now, her mobile mouth is set in a certain flat line matched by her politely blank features.
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 10:42PM EST
How big camp? *If he'd specified, it was lost amongst so many other details that she failed to catch it. The size of ground needing to be covered will relate directly to how many they need to bring. This isn't for assault, this is reconnaissance, and stealth will be the key. Rolling her shoulders, a crackle of bones sliding in and out of and back into place shivers like the chirrup of crickets down her spine as she flicks her (half-sightless) eyes in Santiago's direction.*
Billy Bedlam
Sun 10:44PM EST
billy nods to Matthew and remains quiet as he goes to the ice pit and grabs a side of venison. moving to the fire, he removes a frame supporting a stretched hide from the vicinity and adds more fuel to it
Santiago
Sun 10:44PM EST
"Haven't seen it yet. I came straight back with the information I had." A flicker of a grimace: homid politics. Always give the Fosterns the first crack at anything, no matter what the instincts say. "From what I heard, it sounds pretty big. They have to have enough room to store the oildrilling equipment, and room for the Neuro Lab besides."
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 10:46PM EST
One ear flicks back as his lupine head turns to regard Ana's expression.. (..what?) He pads up abit, moving up alongside the Silver Fang to walk beside her.
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 10:46PM EST
*Her eyes slide towards Ana, DrinksTooMuch, and finally back to Santiago as she considers this information, digesting it slowly. One can nearly see the rapid turning of gears behind those sickly pale eyes, before her one good ear flicks to the side to follow the passage of a mosquito past her head.*Five...maybe ten...too much strange attract attention. Numbers small, gather information. Need fast movement...
Matthew Burk
Sun 10:47PM EST
Thirteen long, deep breaths drawn in, and then Matthew relaxes. Opening his eyes, breathing returning to normal, the young Wendigo stands. And as he notices the other people in the camp, a wave and a smile to each of them. But it's Billy he heads towards, of course. His Elder, even if Billy doesn't like being called it.
Santiago
Sun 10:49PM EST
A crisp nod, bordering on the curt. Black eyes go to Billy. "Who's going, Rhya?"
Billy Bedlam
Sun 10:50PM EST
He nods. "Take 4 for back up...that is enough for 2 teams to watch the sides and watch out for the Theurge if needed...and in a pinch...5 Garou will be a good in a pinch and the numbers aren't too High...I will go I wouldn't send someone on this decision unless I was one of them." Then he looks to Noah. "what do you think Drinks-Yuf?"
Lucca
Sun 10:51PM EST
He leans against a tree finally. continueing to listen to them make plans.
Ana Kozireski
Sun 10:51PM EST
As they come fully into the dancing ring of firelight at the center of camp, the young Silver Fang falls to a crouch beside the great form of the direwolf pacing beside her. Her fingers trail lightly over the ground, and she gives the Fianna a brief, frank glance accompanied by a shake of her head (...later) then lifts her pale gray eyes to Billy as he speaks.
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 10:55PM EST
*Good, it's agreed. A small party, five, her original suggestion. Ten did seem a little high, but then, perhaps not depending on the size of the base. Surely no more than that. Anymore than that and they'd draw attention instead of blending in. She lowers herself to the ground, lifting one paw to bite at an itch near her ankle.*
Matthew Burk
Sun 10:57PM EST
And the little Wendigo finds himself into a seat near the older (even just barely) Wendigo, and listens. He doesn't know what's going on here. So he'll listen, keep quiet until he does. Or until someone enlightens him. But he's in no rush.
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 10:58PM EST
The large Fianna pauses next to the crouching Silver Fang. He lowers himself to his hindquarters, turning his head up at regard Billy. Deep growls and bodily gestures as he replies in the wolf tongue..
`Are you asking my opinion of this whole assignment? Or if I am going or not, Billy?"
Billy Bedlam
Sun 10:59PM EST
He nods to Matthew. "How are you tonight Matthew?" Looking at The Fury, he nods. "5 is a good number...even 10 would be impossible to hide what we were doing." Looking at Noah, he adds. "both my friend...you have earned your scars...your input and your company would be accepted."
Santiago
Sun 11:01PM EST
The rifle butt thuds lightly to the ground. Santiago folds into a crouch, lean and silent and fluidjointed as a sidewinder snake. Quiet now, his black eyes flicker between the Ahrouns, and then briefly to the stars.
Live in the desert where the earth is so flat the horizon becomes one continuous ring over which the sky is stretched, and you learn the stars. You know the stars. You know their names and their positions, and the patterns they assume with the march of the night.
Matthew Burk
Sun 11:02PM EST
"As well as ever, Billy."
Since they are in mixed company, should he include -rhya? Ah... well, if someone calls him on it, he'll just tell them what Billy told him.
Ana Kozireski
Sun 11:03PM EST
The young woman sits easily there on her haunches, nigh-dwarfed by the wolf at her side. Bare elbows rest easily upon her thighs, and her hands hang down over her bent knees. She follows the conversation as if she were watching a tennis match: she has the same hushed intensity of expression to accompany her graceful physical confidence. As her attention shifts from Noah, to Billy, and back again, her long heavy braid dances along the jointed line of her spine, which remains unconsciously straight, even in this position.
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 11:06PM EST
`Whom are you proposing to group together into two groups and I will go. I would also recommend a ragabesh of some sort or at least someone with excellent scouting skills and can go about unseen.`
Santiago
Sun 11:09PM EST
"They won't see me if I don't want them to, Rhya," Santiago speaks up quietly, certainly. "The Rite of Silence will ensure they won't hear me, either."
Billy Bedlam
Sun 11:09PM EST
He nods. "I can sneak better than most...but there are others better than I. I am going, Santiago is going, I'm assuming Bloodless Star Howling is going...that leaves 2 more...Volunteers?"
Lucca
Sun 11:10PM EST
He starts counting on his fingers. Counting what exactly he doesn't seem inclined to share.
Bloodless Star Howling
Sun 11:11PM EST
Suggest bring ahroun, in case...and someone with ability for healing...*Just incase. Better to be safe than sorry, as far as she's concerned. She will be going, the spirit won't go without her. Stretching out across the moist earth of the Island, she rests her head on her forepaws...*
Billy Bedlam
Sun 11:12PM EST
he nods. "I am an ahroun."
Lucca
Sun 11:12PM EST
"Ahroun's seem to be in abundance in this little meeting."
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 11:12PM EST
`As am I and Lucca. And we have two theurges right here with us.`
His ears flicks back, his head turns to nod towards Ana and Matthew
Billy Bedlam
Sun 11:13PM EST
3 theurges including the Fury
Ana Kozireski
Sun 11:14PM EST
The young woman glances sidelong at Noah, then returns her gaze to Billy. Volunteers? Once more, her brows have risen, though soon they fall back into a careful, certain mask. "I will go, Billy-rhya, if you will have me."
Matthew Burk
Sun 11:14PM EST
"Hi."
Shy little wave, and a light chuckle to go with it.
"I don't have the ability to heal, though.. but if you want me, I'll go."
His way of volunteering.
Billy Bedlam
Sun 11:16PM EST
when did he become the Leader of this foray? but he nods. "Can you heal Ana?"
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 11:17PM EST
A soft snort cuffs from his nostrils, turning his eyes upon Matthew.
`Guess we'll have to put some scars on that boy and get his feet wet.`
Slight amusement in his words to Matthew, in reaction to the shy wave.
Santiago
Sun 11:19PM EST
"Don't forget they struck us first," Santiago says from his crouch. "They know where we are. Might be a good idea to leave some strength at home as well."
Billy Bedlam
Sun 11:21PM EST
He smiles at santiago even as he turns the meat inthe now large fire. "Of course....Lucca...would you care to head that part up?"
Ana Kozireski
Sun 11:21PM EST
"I am no healer, Billy-rhya." Quietly spoken, though without embarrassment. "I can find the Wyrm, and speak to spirits, though doubtless Bloodless-rhya can do that as well. If you require a skilled healer for the group, Corran-rhya would be appropriate - " quiet, again, the small curve of a confident smile accompanied by a mild glance toward Noah. "Though one might wish to warm him that a Black Fury will be in the party."
Matthew Burk
Sun 11:22PM EST
"I don't have many scars, but then I'm not much of a warrior. I'm better with spirits and rituals than fighting."
He may look sixteen. He may be unscarred. But he's still a garou, a Wendigo, and proud of it. He just does things differently.
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 11:24PM EST
He snorts, shaking his fur out.
`Sweet Gaia...`
His eyes roll towards Ana as she mentions Corran, narrowing on her slightly. He tries to bite his tongue from further comment, but the contempt was there.
Santiago
Sun 11:24PM EST
Santiago clicks his tongue. "Corran-rhya's fighting skills rival those of a Full-Moon, and his healing powers can't be far behind. If we bring both the Fostern Ahrouns he'll be the cornerstone of the defense."
Billy Bedlam
Sun 11:24PM EST
He shakes his head. "Corran may be a hewaler...but he is too much of a danger to the group...he lacks self restraint and is too bloodthirsty even for my liking. if bad comes to WorseI can rely on Herbology but would like to find another that can heal. any opinions on that Drinks too much Yuf?" as he speaks he places a hand on Matthew's shoulder
Lucca
Sun 11:25PM EST
"You wish for me to stay here? And if I developed other plans while the 5 of you were away?" He looks at Ana. "He will have to suck down his high and mighty attitude and deal with it. She leads this mission."
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 11:25PM EST
`I agree with Billy.. Corran is too risky`
Santiago
Sun 11:26PM EST
Softly: "Respect for your elders, Lucca."
Philodox.
Billy Bedlam
Sun 11:26PM EST
Looking at Lucca, he quirks an eyebrow...then you will turn down the request and share you plan if you so wish and another word about it will not be said."
Ana Kozireski
Sun 11:33PM EST
Pale eyes fall from Billy, the quick curve of an abbrieviated little grin offered to Noah, soon suppressed. Her attention drifts toward the fire, until Lucca speaks. It's a sharp, assessing look she offers the Strider from behind a carefully polite mask.
Lucca
Sun 11:34PM EST
He shrugs. "I am very good at protecting. But if I feel the need to approach this facility and attack it so others can withdraw. I am not always known for holding back when it comes to such feelings is all."
Matthew Burk
Sun 11:36PM EST
Again, of course, Matthew is silent. He met Corran once. They had a very swift chat. But apart from that... he doesn't know most of the interactions about here. So silence is the best route.
Santiago
Sun 11:36PM EST
"No one's attacking, Lucca-yuf." Quiet. "This is surveillance."
He rises soundlessly. "Bloodless Star Howling, Billy, Ana, Matthew, myself. Is that the group, then? Is Noah coming?"
Billy Bedlam
Sun 11:36PM EST
He nods as he looks at Lucca. "with 5 garou fighting...another would be of more use here protecting those that are not as able to protect themselves...you would be of more use here
Lucca
Sun 11:38PM EST
He shrugs. "I know this. But sometimes momentarily drawing forces away so that others can get away when things go awry is necessary. I didn't say I would do it did I? Just that I could."
Billy Bedlam
Sun 11:41PM EST
He smiles at Lucca...they both knew there was such a thing as a trap...and Lucca was ahroun...all ahrouns wanted the glory of battle...until they got higher in rank...then they wanted the glory of ending the battle. Looking at santiago, he nods. "Ana...will you be coming?"
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 11:45PM EST
His body shifts its weight, moving to lay down now. His tail flicking quietly. Looking over at Santiago.
`Do I need to repeat myself, Eyes-like-Flint. I already stated I was going.`
Ana Kozireski
Sun 11:47PM EST
"Billy-rhya," the young woman nods again, quiet respect inherent in the subtle gesture. "I will come, if you require me. I will remain behind with Lucca-yuf to guard those you hold dear, if such is necessary and in accordance with your wishes and the wishes of Noah-rhya and Bloodless Star Howling-rhya." - so complicated, really, with three Fostern and no sure pack - "You wish to have five, and already have two fine Theurges in your group. Two Theurges, two Ahrouns, one Philodox - " a small nod, accompanied by a small smile. " - seems a well-balanced group. I will withdraw my offer in favor of Matthew-yuf's presence for the mission."
Billy Bedlam
Sun 11:50PM EST
He nods quietly and looks at the other fosterns...then to Matthew. "It would be good to get his fet wet in something other than the spirits...Perhaps if you would stay Ana...your services may be needed here more." Looking at Matthew, he says. "Can you use strealth Matthew?"
Santiago
Sun 11:51PM EST
"Just making sure, Rhya." A glance between Matthew and Ana. "Let the more experienced Theurge go in this, Billy-Rhya." Hard words for Matthew to hear, perhaps. A beat, and then softer words, "There will be other chances to prove your worth, Matthew-yuf."
Matthew Burk
Sun 11:52PM EST
"I'm most likely not as stealthy as I'd need to be, Billy-rhya... Ana would be the better choice, especially if combat may result."
It didn't help to hear Santiago say it. Even if he himself would agree.
DrinksTooMuch
Sun 11:52PM EST
The Fianna stands up, rising slowly, as he starts to stretch his body. He shakes out his fur once more.
`I am going to call it a night. You all decide on what is planned. I am coming along. You know how to get a hold of me. I have a pregnant mate to return home to.`
Billy Bedlam
Sun 11:54PM EST
He nods. "Then ana...you will come...we leave as soon as bloodless~yuf is ready."
Looking a Noah, he stands and moves towards him. "I will walk with you."
Lucca
Sun 11:57PM EST
He just shakes his head at everything around him quietly.
Billy Bedlam
Sun 11:57PM EST
He stops and Looks at Lucca. "You show disdain Lucca...yet you won't voice your opinion...why is that?"
Santiago
Sun 11:58PM EST
The rifle shifts on his shoulder. The lean, swarthy Forseti's gaze slices to Matthew, then. He crosses to the Theurge and clap him once on the shoulder, whatever that might mean.
"Know how to bind spirits? We might not have a healer, but some spirits will heal if bound into a talen."
A glance around, then, fixing the faces of this temporary pack in his mind. Then his hand falls from Matthew's shoulder and he gives a nod to everyone. "I'll be in my cabin. See you within the hour."
Ana Kozireski
Sun 11:58PM EST
The young Silver Fang glances toward Matthew as he speaks, and her features are unreadable, a peculiar ability of courtiers and kings, that. She does not question Billy's decision, bowing her head instead, acceptance there. As Noah rises, she glances toward her - a small farewell - and then rises, too, from her easy crouch at the edge of the ring of firelight. "I will be within shouting distance of the camp, when you require my presence, Rhyas. Good evening."
Matthew Burk
Sun 11:59PM EST
"Yes, I can bind spirits."
Rites are his thing. Not stealth, not combat.. but rites and spirits. And Matthew turns to look at Ana a few moments. She would, most likely, be the better choice. That's one thing that he had to learn. Personal glory isn't as important as making sure that the best person is for the task.
Santiago
Mon 12:01AM EST
"Please, then," to Matthew. A quick smile parts the black goatee, and then Santiago slips off into the forest.
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