2019.09.16 Bloody Harvest Moon
| Bloody Harvest Moon | |
|---|---|
| The Sandstorm pack wanders into the wrong territory. | |
| IC Date | 9/16/2019 |
| IC Time | Evening (Full Moon) |
| Players | Laz, Merick, Alena, Cirrhosis Sam, Cori |
| Location | Prospect - Surburbia |
| Prp/Tp | Deserted Asylum |
| Spheres | Garou, Wyrm |
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night.
Just off of Highway 42, the Cobre Desert is normally arid and dry. Today things have taken a bit of change, and a moisture of humidity has rolled out and laid thick over the area. With the moon's light overhead, some strange sounds have come from the sands and dunes out to the East. The sounds of wolves howling in communication with each other - as though they were investigating something in the area. Perhaps even have caught scent of something in the area.
When the pack moves to investigate, it becomes apparent that another pack of Garou is spread out over the dunes and taken up something of a defensive investigative positioning. Three wolves, and two humans.. conversing. One, a weathered looking older native American man, is holding a pair of binoculars and pointing in the direction of the asylum. The other man, is tall and has a charming face - listening attentively to the native American as though differing to him. The wolves are sniffing the ground, and picking up on scents and tracking. No doubt they'll pick up on The Dragon's scent soon and find them.
Lazarus stands in the back, crossing his arms over his chest and lifts his chin slightly with a brutal look to his expression. He nods his head towards Sammy and offers, "Find out what is going on.." then juts his chin towards the others to go with him. It doesn't seem he's walking far from the fire, if it's nothing worth caring about.
"Okay then boss man, will do." Merick jumps up dressed in of course black jeans, not cheap, black hoodie deisger, and a pair of sunglasses that only seem cheap, as his hands heading into his pockets. His body is tense, as he moves towards the others waiting for a moment, with a wide chuckle."Got some new tricks to test, so let's hope no good, or all good. Depending on who the fuck it be."
Sammy sucks his teeth, watching Clayface jump up like an eager puppy. He reaches out and grabs the fomor by the back of the shirt. "Not so fast sparky. No need to go rushing in looking for trouble." He looks around to see who he has at his disposal. Clayface and the cub. The ragabash isn't here and neither is their theurge. "Cori is still healing and it's just the three of us. We're not gonna do anything that will draw attention to us. We sniff them out and lead them away."
Alena untangles herself and stands. She looks back at Merick and shrugs, "Daddy called on Sammy," she offers by way of what might be an apology of sorts. She takes a couple of steps to fall in along behind Sammy, trailing a hand along Laz's shoulder-blades as she passes, but keeps her eyes to the gathered group. "The one's cute..." She muses, "Dibs."
"I can do it from close, why I was offering to do it. Got a new little trick to make em, do as we wanted." Merick nods towards Sammy, with a little bowing of his head, and then he nods towards Alena."If we can do it without, even getting near em. Figured I would offer, can control one make em walk off, the other I can go into theier fucking heads. But yeah ya'll can do it your way if you wish.
"I know you like to play inside of people's heads, Clayface," Sammy says, "and you'll get your chance. But we don't know shit about these fuckers. You try and get in their head and fail, then they know there is something here to find. And then we gotta fight em short handed. Then one gets away and they bring all their Gaian friends to fuck things up for us and ruin what we got going on here." He pinches the bottom of his chin. "Unless...." You can see wheels begin to turn. "Let's make sure we have a bead on their numbers. If we can confirm it's just the 5 of them, then we spread em out, lead him in and hunt on them on our home turf. Whaddaya think big man?"
Laz does not seem terribly concerned, then again he rarely ever does. He nods his head and says, "A good strategy.. we do not yet know who or what we are facing. They did not come in hostile, so they also seem unaware." He motions towards Alena and says, "If you are unsure what is the best course of action, leave it to the judge to make the call. We must learn to assess our situations and act decisively as a pack." He turns his head to look towards the eager Merick and smiles, "Otherwise we are dogs eager to be let off chains, and will be hunted as simply."
Alena studies the group watching the Asylum. "If they haven't already made us," she comments, noting the one with the binoculars. She slides her hands into her back pockets and glances back over her shoulder at Sammy, "lead them into the asylum, then? Separate them?" She looks back at the sandy hill and scrutinizes the 5, "I'd say more lure them into one place, together. Then shut the door and set the on fire. We're Dragons, da?" As Laz speaks, however, she slides her hands fro her pockets and languidly crosses them over her chest. She chews her lip a moment. "Merick, what we could really use is something to throw them off our Father's scent. I don't suppose you have anything like that, do you? I think we should approach them without malice, initially. We're outnumbered, even with Daddy's prowess."
Merick reaches over towards them, as his eyes burning bright now, his tongue licking his lips as he places his hand on Alena's shoulder squeezing it softly, his voice is soft."Oh yeah, I can hide that, I can do that make you come off all clean and shit, not able to be detected, good palor trick and we could walk into the caern, of theirs."
Sam nods and looks from Merick to Alena. "Ok. Here's what we do. We're gonna lure them in. Alena will pull the damsel in distress, maybe do a good girlie scream. Merick, target the minds of the kin instead of the garou. Try and lead one away if you can. If we can pick one of their kin off you can take his face. Once we get them in here, we lure them to a killing ground. I'll sick some banes on them to distract them and give the two of you a chance to surround them, then we'll all released the breath of the Dragon on them, melt their fucking faces off. No one gets out. We're Dragons warriors. We kill them all."
Meanwhile, out on the range - the wolves have begun yipping and sniffing the air - one in particular, a small black female wolf seems to have become quite alert of the asylum and has started to pad in that direction. The sands whip up around the wolf, and she seems to vanish as she approaches. The others have grown more alert and started to turn and move in that direction as well. For the moment, the group is fanned out pretty well still.
Laz listens, nodding his head and offers, "I will go inside, so they do not see me. When it is time, call for our breath united." He says to Sammy. Though his black eyes watch as Merick removes Alena's scent. There is a slow predatory grin to the idea of his little monster playing decoy. He takes a step back, turning and moves to walk through the double doors of the entrance - growing in size and mass to his Crinos form as the door closes and starting to ready his hide and claws now.
Laz lunges forward, bursting outwards and grows suddenly much, much larger and more frightening in visage.
Alena nods and shakes out those honey gold locks of hers. It's showtime. "Place, everyone," she murmurs and gives everyone enough time to get themselves hidden. She gives a look to Laz as he disappears, and then turns her attention to the Gaians on the hill. And then, she kicks off one shoe to really sell the 'damsel running from the monsters' scene and takes off towards them, screaming bloody murder in her wake, "HELP ME!!!!"
Merick watches it now, his hand is behind his back as he moves into the grass, getting down into the desert. Trying to blend in but still watch for now.
Cirrhosis Sam rubs the back of his head, talking to himself a little as he walks back towards the asylum. Over the pack link he says, ~Keep in communication. I'm going to go scout us a killing ground and set up the ambush.~
The wolves seem to be using the natural landscape to conceal themselves, hiding and moving with the dunes and staying out of sight in their approach. The two men begin moving slowly towards the woman screaming and running towards them. The Native American looks suspicious, but nods towards the other to investigate as he keeps a look around with those binoculars of his. The lens looking back towards the Asylum she's coming from particularly now. Then he looks towards Alena and seems to check her over, "She is clean." he states with a thick native accent to his voice, though he does not sound convinced. The more handsome of the two walks up, holding his hands out towards Alena to catch her and says, "It's okay, we're here to help. Are you?.." he trails off the question, as though it might be premature to ask. He glances back towards the Native man, who gives him a shrug in return. The handsome man looks back and says, "Why are you out here?.. this is not a safe place. Are you alone?"
Meanwhile, back inside the Asylum, Laz is in full predator mode - all hulked out and scaly with his Wyrm Hide and deadly claws, practically drooling green chemical fire while he waits. Hunched over, and about to burst through the doors like some twisted backwards version of the Kool-aid Man.
Cori is sticking to the darker corners and is, literally, invisble at the moment. Still not in fabulous shape she's still drug her ass out of bed for this, because nobody fucks with their stuff.
Safely in the arms of the man, Alena takes a moment to catch her breath. She clings to his biceps and looks back towards the asylum with an immeasurable amount of fear before dragging her attention back to him. "I... I need help," she says in a trembling tone. "My... 'Family'. They're still inside... There's... These things" She moves to keep the man between her and the largest of the wolves, as she has just spotted him creeping up. She readies herself for escape if need be.
Sam looks around the yard, this is a good a place as any he supposes. She shifts into crinos and attempts to climb to a higher location, keeping to some shadows. Over the pack link he says, ~Stay hidden Cori, pick off anyone that tries to run. Don't expose yourself while you're hurt.~ He murmurs softly to himself, trying to shut the voices up in his head, holding them at bay until the time is right.
A lot of things start to happen all at once, including some barks and yips from some of the unseen wolves sneaking up on the flanks. Much like this pack, they seem to have attempted to out-maneuver you all. The small black wolf yips warningly all of a sudden, and starts to back-pedal like she is going to make a bolt for it. <<Watch out!>> she tries to warn her pack dutifully. The big mean looking mangy brown wolf was moving behind the two humans, and stops in his tracks and looks around rather confused - one ear up, the other down and tongue lolling out of his mouth like a moron.
The handsome man is completely taken off guard by Alena's compelling story, and he nods his head when he starts to hear the warning yips. "Stay behind me, we'll protect you." so valiant, so foolish. The light grey wolf remains out of sight, moving quickly towards Sammy's flank when he is spotted, about to pounce. The older looking native American man though stops, looking around and declares, "The Wyrm is upon us." and growls, shifting instantly up into the form of a Crinos wolf and snarls out - claws flexing and preparing for battle.
Cirrhosis of the Soul turns to Web Walker and bares his teeth, >> Was that supposed to fuckin hurt??! My grandma hits harder than that! Let me show you how it's done. << he swipes his claw out towards his attacker and sinks his claws deep into him and twists his wrist.
As the shit hits the fan, Alena leans into the lie and shrieks! She allows Wayfare Diplomat to tuck her safely behind him, and waits, watching the scene play out before making her next move.
Blight-Bringer comes bursting out of the doors, snarling and pivoting his horns back and forth as he finds his target. Balefire eyes catch sight of Sammy, and then he sees Alena being snuffed behind the group of three. He sets for charge, and barrels towards Ghost Face, as though he intended to run through him. No luck. Alena's deception seems to continue to work, as Wayfare Diplomat moves protectively to shield her. Web Walker lunges out of hiding, shifting to Hispo and claws at Sammy's back to try to take down the Crinos in hiding. Moonshine explodes up into a roar, massive and brutal looking crinos werewolf and ready to fight. Cori's attempt doesn't seem successful on Web Walker, and Whisper Walker positions to ambush Sammy, shifting into her Hispo form as well. When Sammy turns around and claws Web Walker, there is a shriek of pain and the wolf recoils back but seems intent to fight. The bite of Ghost Face's chest though, is enough to cause the Crinos to scream out in pain.
Cori moves out behind Laz, flitting from shadow to shadow she makes no sound and isn't able to be scene. She sneaks up behind Web and stares at her really hard, but all that seems to happen is she ends up holding her head and wincing in pain.
Cori turns her focus on one of the others as people become engaged in combat, concentrating with a narrowing of eyes. This time something happens, more than just her head hurting; a swirl of shadows rises up from the ones on the ground and wraps itself around Whisper Walker enveloping them in darkness. With a feral grin Cori slips inside the bubble and the sound of tearing flesh follows.
The rage spills from Lazarus, rolling through his pack mates and filling Alena with an uncontrolled urge. The ripple continues through her, turning her inside out and pulling her war form out on display. She checks behind her and lifts her leg to drive it back and into Moonshine, scraping at him suddenly and unexpectedly with her claws. It's not enough to damage the stupid wolf, but it does get his attention. He's now staring at a BSD. Fools!
Calling upon the spirit of Macho Man Randy Savage, Cirrhosis of the Soul springs from the turnbuckle of his perch and wraps his jaws around the throat of the sneaky sneak hispo, driving him to the ground before singing his claw into his stomach. For just a moment the Galliard is tempted to give a victory howl, but he takes hold of his rage long enough to see Whisper Walker with his back to him and blinded by Cori. He pushes himself to his feet and lopes up behind the blind enemy and thrusts his claw into his kidney and twists his wrist. His laps his lolling tongue along the neck of the Gaian as he fights to keep the lights from going out. >> Bet you didn't see that twist coming << Then he pulls his claw out and lets his enemy fall to the ground in front of Cori.
Blight-Bringer continues forward as he begins his rampage, swiping his claws through Ghost Face and shredding him down to the ground. Then he tips his head back, snarling into the air and feels the rush of Renewed Vigor wave over him and his pack - the force of his destruction on heightens further as he moves forward. Whisper Walker is blinded and attempts to claw at Cori unsuccessfully, scampering around the Omega wolf seems like she is about to bolt. Moonshine snarls at Alena's attempt to kick him, and goes for Blight-Bringer with his claws - unable to sink them into that Wyrm Hide. The Wayfare Diplomat attempts to tackle Laz, but is unable to move him even slightly. Web Walker is bit, and taken down all too quickly by Sammy.
Things only escalate from there - Laz's claws rend into Wayfare, nearly taking him down in a single hit. Mooshine attempts to bite Laz and can't seem to get purchase on that hide. The Wayfare Diplomat too wounded to fight, attempts to punch Laz in a laughable way. Whisper Wind isn't fast enough to get away, as Sammy comes to take her life.
A last roar of hunger emits, as Blight-Bringer stands before Moonshine, the last of his pack standing and lunges forward to wrap his massive around around the smaller Crinos with a growl. <<Surrender to your defeat, and I shall give you the chance to join me!>> Though in all the arrogance of an Ahroun, Moonshine growls back,<<Never! I'd rather die!>> and Blight-Bringer growls with pleasure, <<As you wish.>>
Blight-Bringer steps back, and lifts his massive black-talon clawed hands towards the air, <<He has refused my offer.. so kill him.>> he intones to his pack, allowing them to tear him apart for denying the gift they were all once given. The bodies of his pack lay sprewn about him on the ground. The defeat of the Sandstorm pack shall know no legends, shall never be sung at Moots, and their spirits will never be howled for.. never reach the Legendary Realm. Instead they will die here.
The rage still bleeds from Alena as she immediately sets in to claw Moonshine from nuts to eyeballs. He fights back, but the rage makes her numb to his actions. She fights until she can fight no more, drained of rage, bloodied and panting in the sand. She tilts her head back and lets out a victorious howl.
Cirrhosis of the Soul stalks over to the Ahroun, he let' s Alena sate her rage on him while he shifts into glabro, takes his dedicated sledgehammer and busting kneecaps to keep him occupied while she gets her kill. When it's over he shifts to his homid and lights up a cigarette. "Well, the plan went to shit but the result wasn't so bad." He starts rummaging through pockets, looking for anything useful.
Cori straightens as her quarry falls, Sam standing behind him. She growls, putting her clawed and bloody hands on her hips and just scowls at him as she's denied the kill. The order to finish off the remaining 'rou just has her looking over, Alena quite enthusiastically taking care of that issue.
The next day, found in the Pit is the naked remains of a Gaian Garou roped and placed onto a Judas Cradle with a spray painted sign around his neck. The sign reads: My pack wandered into the territory of The Dragons and all I got was this spike up my ass.
