Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 7:26:56 PM)
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Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 8:42:49 PM)
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Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 8:51:22 PM)
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Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 8:51:42 PM)
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Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 8:53:54 PM)
*The melon sky had long given way to the darkness of a full mooned night. The trees of the Bayou stand in twisted and strangled ranks into the misty moors. Everything here was hushed, save a forlorn cry of a crow, who looked on the place that Lobo had stopped to rest.*
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 8:56:17 PM)
*The umbral landscape was no different than that of the material, at least not from the road. Here, the ground was alive with moss and lichen, painting the area with an electric green color. It was the stage for a carcass of a small buck, it's meat already picked clean by a murder of crows who now perch on the rack, a total of two prongs. Lobo didn't seem to have eaten, standing to face the waters of the Pontecharin, a low song eminating from her throat.*
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 8:58:19 PM)
*Steven was back in homid form at this point with his shotgun in hand still tracking down the galliard on the dirt side. Of course the gift he was using easily told him which side she was on*
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 8:59:49 PM)
*Loco very well thought she was safe. Secure here where the werewolves didn't come. The crow that had been watching her flitted down nearby, coughing at her with large, dark eyes.... Lobo coughed back, her song cut off after a length of silence.*
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 8:59:51 PM)
*this is the swamps yes?)
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:00:08 PM)
(yup, North East of the city)
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:01:39 PM)
*His blade in his crinos hand..He moved through the swamps behind his alphas homid form.. Litterly guarding stevens back and exposing his own. Not knowing where the creature was as steven was the one tracking it. *
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:08:16 PM)
*The crow and her seem to be arguing now. This avian set apart of his fellows by the lovely plate it wore around its neck, armor perhaps, it gleamed dully in the umbral moonlight.. appearing to be made of nickles. Lobo coughed back at it, letting it ruffle its feathers defensively, it was followed by a short sob on her part, her fingers curling into claws yet they remained dull human ones. Somewhere along their way, they located the doe mask and the feathers that streamed behind it. As well as a knife, and a loincloth. All were treated with ritualistic substances, handcrafted.*
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 9:09:35 PM)
*it didn't take them long for the two of them to track down the galliard. He still held the shotgun, and called out to the wolf as he saw it when they drew close* You are luckly tonight Crazy Wolf, I felt gracious enough to bring along a philodox rather than deal with your offences personally.
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:09:59 PM)
(So they go Umbral?)
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 9:10:11 PM)
((are you umbral now?))
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:10:15 PM)
(yes)
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:12:02 PM)
*They might notice that as they'd moved into this area... they caught a fragrant scent. Masculine but mysterious. It was the same scent that always accompanied Lobo... however faint it was here.*
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 9:12:35 PM)
*He wasn't trying to sneak up and ambush the galliard. As he drew close to the spot he hung his shotty and jacket on a nearby branch to keep it out of the bayou muck* She's in the umbra. Man.. *he stepped sideways*
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 9:13:26 PM)
((Gauntlet 4 fair for everyone? If not I can go with 5)
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:13:44 PM)
(4 is fine, but this isn't anywhere near the Sept, you should know)
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 9:14:24 PM)
((yep I know... just it's vastly untouched by the weaver to calcify the gauntlet))
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:14:28 PM)
*He held his blade and nodded to steven.. Then he would step to the umbra*
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 9:15:50 PM)
*He failed of course the city lord wasn't all to good with the gauntlet. Instead he followed along with the Philodox.*
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:16:05 PM)
*He grabbed Stevens shoulder and guided him over*
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:16:19 PM)
12/21/10 21:16:09 Dalton Fortman rolls 3 dice vs. diff of 4 to Stepping Sideways with Steven in tow: 6, 5, 8 : 3 successes
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:16:36 PM)
*immitately and unified the two stepped into the umbra at the same exact time*
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:16:56 PM)
*Lobo, who was arguing with a crow, caught the flickering forms of Steven and Dalton. Her angular eyes flinging wide with a mix of terror and fury. The crow, a spirit, coughing back to Lobo with a series of caws and prancing steps.* -ss- *She wasn't listening to it anymore, though it swooped to her shoulder and pecked at her ear some. She stood there with her head facing them fully, her eyes glowing in the irises the way human eyes shouldn't.*
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:20:50 PM)
*Dalton looked at her "terrofied furious gaze" and he said in the garou tounge so that she could understand him..*I am twists the truth shadow lord half moon beta of the storm crows fostern of the nation homid by birth. We are not hear to attack you, but if you make any agressive moves towards myself or the other fostern standing beside me, we will defend ourselves.
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 9:21:12 PM)
*Steven knew there was a mild language barrier between the lot of them so he shifted to crinos himself before speaking so that no language barrier would cause misunderstanding.* -GS- Crazy-Wolf, you've brought many grievences against myself and the against the tribe tonight. I have ben gracious enough to allow you explain yourself to a philodox so that he can fairly and justly listen to your words.
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:24:43 PM)
(afk potty)
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:24:52 PM)
*the crow at her shoulder coughed, perhaps excitedly. the plate that dangled over it's ebon breast glimmered with Lobo's craftsmanship. She drew herself back some, her lips trying not to twist into an open snarl.* There is no family for Lobo there. *She moved her arms to... well... not quite 'shoo' them away... it was a bit more aggressive than that. Perhaps, to compensate for her small size she was attempting to make bigger, more obvious motions.* Get away from here and leave Lobo alone. She tired of being pissed on, tired of your soap smells. Your raw clean children. Tired of dancing naked women with always Heat.
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:25:52 PM)
Tired of wolf who tears on Lobo, who rips her apart and takes whats hers. Tired of his piss. Go back to house, never come back here. Lobo never see you again.
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:28:32 PM)
(bak)
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:28:35 PM)
(Note: she may not be talking about either of them)
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 9:29:54 PM)
-gs- To late for that. Are you aware of the crimes you committed? Potentially bringing disease to the kin of our tribe, violating the territory of my own family, disregarding submission of station, and potentially endangering the veil?
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:31:37 PM)
You say disease, when you not strong enough to stand it. Lobo is happy on her own.
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:32:21 PM)
*The crow alighted from her shoulder, dancing on the trees behind her. It coughed softly to the woman, she glanced back at it and spoke a return jab.*
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 9:33:05 PM)
-GS- Im refering to the raw meat that was dripping from your mouth.. Sure I can stand that, Im garou... but our kin don't have the resistance to such things that the trueborn do.
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:33:40 PM)
What is kin?
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:34:48 PM)
*Her voice held, in all seriousness, a skepticism. These could be wolves trying to drag her back to that dreadful place, using any means necessary to make her come willingly.*
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:36:17 PM)
*Dalton held his crinos hand up slowly* Here we go.. one thing at a time..
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:36:27 PM)
(crinos speech this entire time)
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:37:09 PM)
*Lobo looked frustrated with the order of battle. Her jaw leaned to the side and her nose flared some. With such a heavy moon... why hadn't she frenzied?*
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:37:40 PM)
Is it true that you where running around without a shirt and in animal hides carrying bones on the streets infront of the tribal lands ?
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:38:13 PM)
(I was under the impression it's a house with wide grounds and walls)
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:38:25 PM)
No.
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 9:38:39 PM)
((no walls. but it is far off the road))
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:38:57 PM)
(Then her answer is the same, true in her mind and in reality)
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:40:35 PM)
*He looked at her*so you had side stepped out of the umbra and onto the lands in a animal hide and carrying bones yes?
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:41:02 PM)
Yes. What is Kin?
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:49:40 PM)
*He held up his hand again for loco*Kinfolk are homids whom belong to the homid garou of the tribe in which said kinfolk is a part of. they are not normal humans, however they have some of the same frailties of them, such as catching diseases. Also the children they carry in there womb are affected by these diseases. Even the homid children whom are born true born are affected by these diseases till they make there first change. If a garou claims one of these kinfolk as it's mate it becomes that specific garous "territory". When you tresspass on anothers territory it is a violation of the littany.
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:51:29 PM)
Metis born and lupus born might not be effected by these fralities before there first shift, though i have seen lupus born cubs die in winter due to a infistation of fleas
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:52:33 PM)
*She wrinkled her nose some, a frown creasing her lovely, feral face. She looked between them with several exchanges of expressions.* Before the bite. Was wolf, was happy. Werewolves bring in nothing but trouble. So stay away. Lobo keeps away from human mate too. Hope you is happy.
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 9:53:45 PM)
-gs- Have you even passed your right of passage?
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:54:04 PM)
So Lupus also have forms of frailty as well. I have tried to explain this to you before. As such a child is the territory of it's parents. You have no leg to stand on telling a homid what is best for its homid child, when you know jack and shit about homids or even rasing a homid child. You are not homid, and thus should respect there territory and experience on the matter. Clearly you are not experienced on the education and health of homid children or even homids in general.
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 9:57:43 PM)
Big wolves say go here. Go there. Always wrong in ways Lobo never sees. *She fell silent as Dalton spoke, her eyes drifting to him mechanically. She didn't say a word until long after he'd given his monologue. She let her eyes stare at his chest, his limbs...*
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 9:58:13 PM)
*He listened to lobo and then listened to steven. He heard her responces about how werewolves bring in nothing but trouble. *These kinfolk are our blessings from thunder himself. I did not throw myself infront of silver buckshot to save the kinfolk of this city to have them then endangered by a tribemate purely because it lacks the simplest form of education of the littany let alone the ability to act accordingly in the simplest of communicaiton with others. Respect those beneith you all are of gaia. This means step softly upon the earth because it is of gaia, remember to show respect to the spirits of gaia and the wolves and humans she has given us the duty of protecting.
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 10:03:35 PM)
(Btw... Silver anyone?)
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 10:03:40 PM)
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Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 10:04:10 PM)
(4 sux on this end)
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 10:04:31 PM)
((Nope no silver here.))
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 10:09:07 PM)
*He watched her*ohh I am sorry crazy wolf, is this your territory? Are we disrespecting the territory of another? This seems to be upsetting you.. How about this, we will leave now, however this will not be the end of the discussion. You, Thunder in the distance and myself will meet before our tribal elder of the area Blows your mind-rhya. We will not return here to this spot until we have had the meeting, unless of cource, it is with blows your mind-rhya at our sides to get to the bottom of this. *He stepped back*I for one do not feel right "disrespecting the territory of another" So until then stay safe.
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 10:11:30 PM)
*steven's Crinos form let off a toothy smile as he knew what he was getting at.* -gs- this works well for me. *he thinks a bit.* Of course we'll send word when this happens.
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 10:12:27 PM)
*Lobo didn't move, she let her eyes drift up to them, flicking from one to the other. Her suspicious nature granting her a step back, giving way to them.* You is not my family. Never seeing you again. Go.
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 10:14:04 PM)
*The crow behind her cawed, perhaps in protest. She turned to it with a snarl.* You is a compass that always fails too.
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 10:14:56 PM)
*he blinked some* -gs- are you renouncing yourself from the tribe then? Be aware that there are several garou in the area that won't think twice of eliminating a former child of thunder.
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 10:20:43 PM)
'You know jack and shit' about loco lobo. More yous press, less she will stay. *She raised her finger at them, pointing it fitfully.* You is both reason she only failed leaders. There is flaws in there, if Lobo stands too close to this shade of Tribe, it kills Lobo one day. It always ends like that, always blood, always.
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 10:20:59 PM)
(Willpower for Mindspeak, are they willing?)
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 10:21:54 PM)
(not willing at all)
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 10:22:01 PM)
((same))
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 10:22:25 PM)
(willpower?)
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 10:22:53 PM)
((6 here))
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 10:23:10 PM)
(5)
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 10:23:55 PM)
(4 sux vs. Steven, 1 sux vs. Dalton, post incoming)
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 10:25:19 PM)
(okay)
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 10:28:50 PM)
*They felt their minds cling together in a waking dream, like a fingertip touching water. Lobo's eyes fluttered a bit but she drove them, she drove this vision. They should be alarmed with how fast her mind was working, expressing far too many ideas at once for either of them to understand fully. What they could see, what they could feel, was more clear than even a High Definition Reality. A smiling young man, Fang, looking at you... Lobo...* It'll be alright Lobo, you'll follow me right? *Events flashed before their eyes, in pitched battle against mutilated werewolves, claws carving into the last people about her she cared for, then the Alpha, cowering in the corner... Stay and fight for him, he told her, listen blindly... He escapes soon as she turned her back on him. Betrayed, again. Lobo stepped through the mist, clothed, to their surprise. She reached up and put a hand over their faces, pushing them to the ground.* Never listen blindly. There is always a flaw.
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 10:30:09 PM)
(Shes putting her hands on my chr?)
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 10:30:18 PM)
(Dream lobo is)
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 10:33:07 PM)
*After the Dream passed daltons huge crinos form growled* Do not invade my mind, it is most certainly my territory. *He placed a hand on Stevens shoulder* We will speak with the Blows-Your-Mind-Rhya out of respect for our leader and our tradtions. To bring honor to our tribal totem and our pack totem, you remain unharmed. *(Gonna drag steven fleslands which is why hand is on his shoulder other hand still on daltons blade)
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 10:33:10 PM)
So what is your flaw? What is it about you that will try to kill me? Nightfeather says I should trust you, give the Nation another chance. My oldest friend... Lying to me. I have wolves tearing me apart, to take me. Shredding my skin and clothes for a better look. Don't TELL me I don't understand how to protect children. *A flash of images, Lobo, squaring off against something with multiple mouths, three terrified little girls behind her.*
Loco Lobo (Dec 21, 2010 10:34:35 PM)
You will always think you're right. You won't ever see it when you're wrong. *She said finally, pulling the waking dream away with such force it staggered all three of them.*
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 10:37:55 PM)
*Steven wasn't cool with the intrusion on his thoughts, he's seen enough and heard enough for now* -gs- there are two options here. Accept your birthright and submit to the laws laid by your ancestors. Or simply be hunted for what short bit of existance you have left. You know how to reach us. *He turned to Dalton* We are done here. Lets go.
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 10:40:31 PM)
*Dalton heard steven which seemed to Erk him even more having not known she also invaded the mind of his alpha. His protectiveness and the predator in him rose to the surface and clouded the logical part of his brain making the side stepping all but impossidble for him to make efficantly at that point. holding his hand to stevens shoulder he replied..* you drive this time.
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 10:42:56 PM)
*He waited for steven to pull him over to the other side.. once they arrived back in the swamp fleshlands he would wait for steven to gather up his shot gun and other things. Dalton would wait till him and steven where a good distance away before shifting back to homid in the isolated swamps*
Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 10:43:01 PM)
*steven nodded and stepped through the gauntlet not even waiting or a responce. Likely this one would be a bit brashed if she was forced into such a thing. She knew how to contact them. And he assumed the the tribal elder would be wishing to speak to her soon enough*
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 10:43:16 PM)
(and im out)
Dalton Fortman (Dec 21, 2010 10:43:50 PM)
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Steven Vincent (Dec 21, 2010 10:44:49 PM)
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