Sarah Dead-Wolf Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 For her part, Sarah was feeling the first burning sting of blood boiling away within her, no doubt the result of whatever was so very wrong with the oversized machette that had carved a deep and messy furrow through her side. She knew then that she - the Dead Wolf, the undying creature - was facing an unaccoustomed and very short clock. Even trying to pour vitae into heal the massive wound was an unacceptable delay now, and everything focused on one critical task: take away the sword, which was even now rending Paul's stick to flinders in a defensive swipe.Rolling with speed that sent waves of agony throughout her dead torso, she lashed out with that precious vitae instead adding steely force to her attack, razor-sharp talons working like garden shears on the weakest point in the Balehound's extended threat.Wounded-Land was horrified when the blighted sword dropped away from his mighty arm, his hand still gripping it tightly as it fell.Click to reveal.. Taking away his nasty damned weapon. Spending vitae for +2 Strength. Another vitae lost to the point. (Vitae = 7)(14:31:32) ChatBot: (Sarah_O'Neally) rolls 7d10 and gets 5,7,2,2,9,5,8.Two Agg to the wrist, which severs.Paul found himself short his stick, but facing an unarmed and crippled foe. Trusting in his Alpha to be able to deal with what remained of the fallen Dalu, he turned and shifted as a single fluid motion, joining Juanita and Greg in the Urshul form to take on the towering menace of the remaining threat. With his packmates on the flanks, the cunning Irraka decided try a shortcut to the end of the fight.The Urshal Balehound howled in sharp agony as sharp teeth clamped onto and into its groin.Click to reveal.. Groin shot: Pool 8 - 3 for targetting, packmates tying up the Defense...(16:54:01) ChatBot: (Sarah_O'Neally) rolls 5d10 and gets 10,5,5,9,9.(16:54:06) ChatBot: (Sarah_O'Neally) rolls 1d10 and gets 3.3 Lethal to the groin... ouch! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dawn OOC Posted February 2, 2009 Author Share Posted February 2, 2009 Paul's wolfy face was an interesting mix of savagery and disgust. On one hand, he'd gotten the best, most cunning strike possible on another man. On the other hand, what was firmly clenched in his jaws was someting that Paul had never, ever wanted to have in his mouth. Ah, the things he did for his pack.It didn't take long for the three of them to pin the Garou. He was stronger, but they were determined. When he threw one off, he or she merely scrambled back up on the raging werewolf. It was only a matter of time, but gradually, the Balehound lost his form, slipping into that of a giant wolf. And finally, he stopped struggling, sensing it was futile to fight.Three sets of wolf eyes looked to Sarah, waiting for her to speak. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Dead-Wolf Posted February 2, 2009 Share Posted February 2, 2009 The Dead Wolf started to pull herself to her feet... started, and failed. Her wound was still a gaping red cavern, in contrast to the surrounding skin that was even paler than before for lack of blood. Falling back to the ground, Sarah looked up at the three young werewolves, the three victorious Forsaken, and shook her head.In something between a croak and a whisper, she managed to say, "Beta... yours. Take it."C'mon, she thought to herself, even as she forced vitae away from the surface and accentuated her pained appearance; take the lead, Juanita. I can't lead you guys forever. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dawn OOC Posted February 2, 2009 Author Share Posted February 2, 2009 The three looked at each other; then with a growl, Paul got a better - and more unfortunate - grip on the Balehound, and Greg turned his massive Urshal body so that he was half-sitting on the trapped Uratha. Juanita let go and said something in Spirit Tongue. As she spoke, her slate fur stood up on her back and her body rumbled with growls. After a terse and alien dialogue, Paul and Greg released the Balehound, their bodies signalling their willingness to attack again. The three Forsaken remained close to the Uratha, their bodies stiff with tension and their hackles fully extended. As he picked up his companion, they snarled and eyed him. He reached for the sword and was stopped by another spurt of snarled language. Growling, he left the sword behind, trailed by the three angry Forsaken. They escorted him away, with only Juanita pausing to lick Sarah's forehead in a comforting way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Dead-Wolf Posted February 2, 2009 Share Posted February 2, 2009 As Sarah watched the Sonomas lead their defeated foes from newly claimed lands, she began the healing process that had been delayed until now. Vitae closed the grevious wound, and she shifted to her beloved lupine form to being a careful hunt of the surrounding grounds. While not in such bad shape as she'd let on, the vampire did need to feed if she were to finish healing.It seemed strange, hunting on her own again through the woods. Pack life had grown on her, the joy of pack hunts fond memories. But regardless, she smiled within. Juanita did it, and they'll follow her now. They've grown up.~~~~~[2:30AM, 30 Jan 2009]It was a considerably healthier looking Dead Wolf that greeted the Sonomas on their return to the ruins of Wolf House. Sarah, once more in her human form, set upon the rocks as the three returned to find with some surprise that their "Alpha" was in far better shape than they'd left her.She smiled, and it was a bittersweet smile; Sarah knew that this was the beginning of a good-bye."Congrats, guys. You took down two Balehounds, and not just half-assed ones, either. That's something for any pack to be proud of. And I'm proud of you. But it's time for the truth."Paul's brow furrowed as the Irraka waited for bad news. Greg's look was curiousity, writ large on the Rahu's face. Only Juanita showed the hint of a smile, and with it Sarah knew that the Ithauer was aware of what was coming."I'm not your Alpha, and not your packmate. Oh, Dead Wolves can pledge themselves to a totem and join a pack, like I'd told ya', but what I left out is that we can only do it once; until that totem abandons the pack or dies, we're forever bound. So I didn't pledge to Tail-High; I'll let him explain the details."When I first stood in your living room Paul and growled out my threats, I didn't expect you guys to hand me Alpha. I can't be an Alpha for the People; Juanita was right in that I will always be the Low who must honour the High. But I also knew that you needed to come together as a pack if you were going to take this glade, and that you wouldn't have respected me or Juanita if I'd just handed it back over to her."Sarah met their stares - part betrayal, part understanding - with one of mixed sadness and pride. "Tonight, Juanita took back what was really hers all along. Tonight, she became Leads-In-Trial, Alpha of the Sonomoa Pack. She has the strong claws of Stands-In-Defiance at her side," she added, meeting Greg's widening eyes. "And," looking over to Paul, "she will always have the cunning of Shadowed-Fury to count on in a pinch."The Dead Wolf stood then, and held out a hand toward Juanita. "I'm not your packmate. But I'd be honoured if you'd call me your friend." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sarah Dead-Wolf Posted February 3, 2009 Share Posted February 3, 2009 EpilogueIt was strange, the feeling of running over so much open ground. Sarah had journeyed far and long before, but never like this: running as a wolf, in fulfillment of her long cherished dream, guided by the growing crescent of Luna in the sky above.Fields rolled by in the winter nights and rivers were crossed in icy swims as the Dead Wolf made her way south, night after night. Yet all along this beautiful run, her thoughts were elsewhere. She thought of the passion in Juanita's eyes, of Greg's boundless courage, of shy but brave Paul, and how they had come together as a true pack. And she thought of Declan and Ariel and even Amber with hopes of a true pack of her own someday.Once more, Sarah climbed the steep slopes leading to Topanga lands. Only in her final steps before reaching that well-known tree did she shift back to her two-legged seeming, and that only long enough to tuck a paper note under a particular stone before shifting once more to run free down the hillside and back toward home.~~~~~Dredge,The report from Sonoma:The Mighty Sonomas are lead by Juanita "Leads-In-Trial" Parado, served in able fashion by Greg "Stands-In-Defiance" Howards and Paul "Shadowed-Fury" Chan. With their totem Tail-High, they hold sway now over much of the Sonoma Valley, including the lost glade at the gravesite of Jack London, and at least two loci.In their efforts, they bested two veteran Balehounds, taking as prize one of their cursed blades to be secured. They also learned along the way how to truly hunt as a pack, and to deal with such unexpected foes as dire-stag spirits.Most importantly, they are now truly a pack; everyone one of them earned those new deed names in action and in heart, and all would call the others something closer than "brother".On a final note: I'd just as soon never have to act as a pack Alpha again. Once is plenty.Sarah Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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