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 Shadow's Eclipse Pack Binding

Monday, January 9, 2006

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: ((Before we get started, we need the roller up? *G* Curious so I can go ahead and kick it up since it gave me hell last time))

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): *Old Pac-Man's Yeast is waiting when the pack arrives, in the usual alleyway, where a bend of the buildings keeps it mostly from sight of the street. Today Tiny is with him--a massive man, standing at about six-foot-ten and weighing in at 415 pounds... larger in Homid than the average Garou in Glabro. As usual, he's wearing a grin that indicates that every moment of every day he's absolutely thrilled to be alive.*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): ((*G* ayup.))

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *She quietly leads the others to meet the experienced Theurge. Better he do it then anyone so they don't risk pissing the powers that be off and so they can get a little insight...Stepping into the alley, blinking waaay up there at Tiny before offering a respectful nod to the two*

Damien Rangore: *He stays close to Ash, keeping an eye out. Not that he doesn't trust Gnawers-...Okay, he only does part of the time. But he really doesn't trust the city half the time. Place is crawling with the Wyrm and half the time it could be right under their noses. He too offers a respectful nod to the two, keeping his mouth shut for now*

Lirilith Caspian: *Lirilith wasnt too far behind Ash, working on tying dark wind whipped hair back. A smile held on a pale face in greeting as they approach, hands dipping down into her pockets.*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): *Tiny just keeps grinning. Some may get the impression that not all the lights are on upstairs. It's not quite the case, but just like pretty near everything else in the world, this is something that Tiny thinks is pretty damn cool. Pac-man looks down at the others.* Good. Y'all ready?

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *He stuck close to Lir, letting the already choosen Alpha and Beta lead while he kept his ears open for anyone who might be following. His head dips down with a smile of greeting to Tiny and Pacman's Yeast as they enter the alleyway*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *She nods to the veteran Theurge* Yes, sir...*Sir holding all the respect Rhya might..But it's clear she doesn't want to take any chances of a veil breech for some nosey human wandering by and wondering what's going on*

Damien Rangore: *He offers a nod to show he's ready*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): *Nods.* Well, let's get it started an' off into the Umbra. Been boring on this side, and Tiny hasn't stomped anything and rolled in its entrails for at least four hours... *Tiny grunts.* Come on, massa, that was only once... *PacMan shrugs, digs out a can of chewing tobacco, and looks around.* Alright, gather 'round.

Lirilith Caspian: *She held back a chuckle at Tinys exhuberance, the smile and faint dance of amusement in her eye read enough. Turning once a glanceback from the way they walked came, shoulder brushing Cries once in maybe reassurance. She remained quiet, turning back to the group.*

Damien Rangore: *And he clearly doesn't want to be the first thing to break that four hours for Tiny so he's doing exactly as told. Now he gets what Lance ment when he said about the guy*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): *Opens the Copenhagen can. Those who would assume there's Copenhagen inside don't know Gnawers very well. Instead is a mass of tobacco scrounged from cigarettes, cigars, and some larger, coarser shreds from a pipe.* Sorry, kids, but this is how it's done. *works his mouth a moment, then spits into the can. Then again, then a third time, before dipping a finger in it and stirring it up.*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *He shuffles closer on the statement to gather around. Making sure to give Tiny a wide area to manuver in case he sees something he wants to stomp. Guys bigger then he is in caveman form and that's enough to keep out of his way*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *She watches curiously...Nothing wrong with a little spit...It can be washed off, thank Gaia*

Lirilith Caspian: *She took her few steps towards, more intent on watching Tiny's actions then keeping note of the rest of the surrounding area.*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): *Spit and tobacco, however, some of it burned, makes a reek, and soon enough a goopy, nasty-looking mixture.* Alright, who's lookin' t'be alpha?

Damien Rangore: *He steps aside to let the much shorter Ash step up front, nodding to her*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *She steps forward, nodding* I am, sir...*Keeping her nose from wrinkling at the smell...Not all rites are pretty and this is clearly going to be one of them*

Lirilith Caspian: (er pac-man. ty. sorry)

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *A small smile given to Ash, but he's otherwise pretty silent*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): *Nods.* Close them eyes, kiddo. *And dips two fingers into the Copenhagen can before smearing the crap over Ash's eyes. Tobacco juice (take it from a chewer of more than a decade) is a bad, bad thing to have in your eyes, and Ash is immediately experiencing some rather intense discomfort.*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): ((*G* NP))

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *Her eyes close and take a moment to reopen...And even then, she's squinting a bit...But she nods to Pac-man before stepping back unless other markings are placed..Taking the hint everyone may need the marking, like in Pack's Blood...*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): *Pac-man gestures to the others, moving quickly along the group while Ash's eyes burn--and soon enough, the others as well.* Trust me, it fades. *Although it sure as hell don't seem to be. Last is himself, and his voice choked with pain, he mutters.* Alright, into the Umbra. *Tiny reaches out to put a hand on his vastly smaller alpha's shoulder, and a moment later they're gone, across the Gauntlet.*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *She looks for the closest reflective object in the alley, squinting at her own reflection as she fades across*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *Quietly, he moves to cross the gauntlet along with the others. Still staying beside Lir, even when they are in the Umbra. Now waiting for instructions*

Damien Rangore: *Pries his eyes open long enough to pop himself across the gauntlet, resisting the urge to try and get the shit out of his eyes. But soon enough standing in the Umbra with the others*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): *Tears are still flowing, trying to wash this burning acid from their eyes, but the blur fades and so does the pain, and Pac-Man looks to the others.* You'll be able t'see the airts, now. I'll lead you on the hunt, because that's how it's got t'be, and me and Tiny'll back you up if it hits the fan, but whatever's got to be done, you'll have to do it yourself. Now, how 'bout we scatter out and find some tracks?

Lirilith Caspian: *Her eyes teared, burned. Small shake of her head as the blur subsides, coming to cross the gauntlet wit the others*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *His form is in Lupus almost as soon as he's done fading across and the Gnawers get to witness the "weirdness" of his spiritual side. He grunts in response* ~ws~Alright, Rhya *The wolf glanceing around before he steps a bit from the alleyway. Head swinging from side to side to check out the area in case of potential danger*

Damien Rangore: Gotcha, PacMan-Rhya *He grins, moving to help spread out and look after Cries takes a gander around for danger*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *She nods, figuring the Airt'll just be something she's never been able to see when in the Umbra...Moving to follow the others out of the alley, keeping an eye out for anything "odd" to her*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): *There are three ways to the street from this alleyway-intersection, and Pacman heads out the shortest. Tiny pauses long enough to burst into Lupus--said lupus weighing in at almost 200 pounds--then shifts up to Hispo. With a height of about six feet at the shoulder, shoulders and chest massive enough to make him look like a charicature of himself, and thick, shaggy brown fur, the Garou looks more like a bison than a wolf, until one gets a look at the massive, heavy-muscled jaws. One almost expects him to make pawprints as each foot rests more than 3300 pounds of weight on the umbral pavement.*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): ((Alright--everyone gimme Per + Alertness.))

Lirilith Caspian: *She followed behind the three, soon stepping from the alleyway, not rushing and taking her time to still work the burning from her eyes, slowly letting her eyes take in the area* (sorry gotta go afk for a sec, 10 min max sorry.)

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): (8,7,8,9,3 *G*)

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: ((2,6,10))

Damien Rangore: (( 2,7,8,2=...2 suxx? *L* ))

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): ((*G* Yeah, I think Ashhas this one.)) *Perhaps as befitting the pack alpha, Ash is the first to see the marks. An odd trail upon the ground, two lines of something dragged lightly perhaps a foot apart, and ten fee to the side of each one, some kind of brushing mark on the street--heading directly up the broad avenue.*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *Shifts to Lupus, cuffing and bumping against the others to show she may have found something...Glancing towards Tiny and Pac-man if they're still in sight before carefully stepping to follow along near the marks*

Lirilith Caspian: *Lir will follow. as the player seriously dashes quickly*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *His ears fold forward and he lets Ash take the lead along with Damien before moving to trot along behind. Still keeping an eye out for danger that could be a threat to the others*

Damien Rangore: *Being the Ahroun he is-...He hits Hispo instead of Lupus but he follows along, head cocking a bit at the trail they follow*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): *Pac-man nods as Ash has obviously found something, then looks over the tracks and spits.* Could've expected, I suppose. Well, I got a job t'do... *Shifts fairly easily to Crinos, then down to Lupus. Tiny follows suit, back into his own gigantic lupus form.* WS--Well, let's get goin'. *And leads off, down the street.*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *She lets the Theurge take the lead, following along behind him and the huge Tiny*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *He falls in behind, taking the rear to keep an eye on everyone else as they begin to lope off after the tracks*

Damien Rangore: *Soon enough, he finds himself in Hispo as well being as it's more fit to run in and he doesn't want to slow them or fall behind. Now flanking Ash's right*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): *The semi-large group of Garou follows the marks with a fair degree of ease, but ends up running for some time. Out of the city and through even the suburbs, over the interstate--into the woods. Twice rat-spirits come out to look, then rather deliberately turn their backs on the travelling Garou and go off about whatever they were doing. These woods are darker, thicker, than a forest should be, even in the Umbra.*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *She stays alert...Peering off into the woods at times in curiousity...But mainly staying focused on keeping up with the two Bone Gnawers just so they don't get lost in this place...*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *He's almost tireless in pace, keeping up with fair ease. Upon reaching the forest, he doesn't seem to bothered by it. Hell, nice to have a place like this still around*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): *The two Gnawers look almost like their walking on shit, but that might just be unfamiliarity with the forest--certainly there doesn't seem anything wrong with it. It feels quiet, peaceful, and the narrow path, where the marks sometimes squeeze closer together to fit among trees of brush, grows wider--then more open space, as the trees grow larger and larger and sunlight glows from behind the canopy hundreds of feet overhead. Somehow, they ain't in Kansas anymore.*

Lirilith Caspian: *She shifted along, same as not to fall behind, hispo form keeping close*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *Maybe instincts and trust kicking in...She sticks close to the Ahroun that's to be her Beta, still keeping alert as they move along..*

Damien Rangore: *Well, at least somethings bigger then Tiny now. He stays in Lupus for now, but keeps ready just in case-...Calm and peaceful before the storm maybe*

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): ((Dammit, Ruarc's got to meet the totem on his own... Tell you what--how 'bout we assume he's still on his trip, and he can be inducted into the pack when he gets back?))

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): (*G* Alright...Cause he aint on MSN and I've not gotten an e-mail back)

Lirilith Caspian: (fair 'nuff)

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): ((Cool. *G* He's gonna ~have~ to actually meet the totem IC.))

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): (And if we end up not having enough Totem points, I'll spend more for Ash if that ends up being the case *C*)

Damien Rangore: (( Works for me. *G* ))

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: ((Ditto))

The Redneck ST (All your Totem are Belong to Us!): ((There'll be enough. *G* Of course, it detracts a little from the scene I had planned, but all the same...)) *And on they run, until Pac-Man stops to gesture to claw-marks on a tree.* WS--You can go it alone from here.

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *She pauses as Pac-man does and looks at the claw marks before she flicks an ear* ~ws~Thank you, rhya...*She turns and looks to Lir* Come on, I'll need a Theurge possibly near me since anything spiritual will be your area...*Waiting for the other Fury before she moves to lead the others onward*

Damien Rangore: *He falls back to take up Lir's place in line and let her up near Ash. Sticking to Lupus for now and keeping alert for danger*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *Sticking close to the back, he moves on with the others. Watching Lir and Ash with an approving look at the Alpha-to-be's choose of action*

The Redneck ST (''Hey, Lady! Your souls wasn't wearin' no orange!''): ((Buggerin' machine... Everyone gimme Str + Athletics. *G* Diff varies.))

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: ((choose=choice *G*))

Lirilith Caspian: *She let her sinceer thanks out to Pac-Man then trotted to gain space at Ashes side, waiting for the chosen Alpha to take lead*

Damien Rangore: (( 9,2,9,5,7. *G* ))

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: ((8,9,6,1,1))

Lirilith Caspian: (2,7,5,1,4)

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): (8,7,10,6,1, 8...)

Lirilith Caspian: (brb gain)

The Redneck ST (''Hey, Lady! Your souls wasn't wearin' no orange!''): *Damien seems to be doing fine, despite the fact that the Lupus form just isn't built for climbing. Cries and Lirilith, however, aren't so lucky. Cries makes it perhaps ten feet, Lir five, and both come sliding down, leaving claw-grooves in the bark of the massive tree.*

The Redneck ST (''Hey, Lady! Your souls wasn't wearin' no orange!''): *And Ash, also, with no problems at all--in fact, even easier than Damien.*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *Grunts, sliding down and shaking off before he glances to Lir who seems to have faired the same. Soon he assumes his breed form to begin climbing the tree once more, encouraging the smaller Fury to go first just in case he ends up sliding down. That way if he topples again, she wont be squished*

Damien Rangore: *This is why Ash ended up Alpha-...Not only can she kick his ass better- ...But can out do him when he's trying to show off and climb a big ass tree in Lupus*

Lirilith Caspian: *Claws sunk in but did little for the Hispos advantage, shaking off and trying again in moments after shifting to Homid*

The Redneck ST (''Hey, Lady! Your souls wasn't wearin' no orange!''): ((Alright... New rolls. Str + Ath, Lir and Cries.))

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: ((6,4,5,8,7,6,10,6))

Lirilith Caspian: (nada 6,1) *she really wasnt built for climbing*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *Grunts, peering down* ~ws~Cries...She's shorter...Since she's in Homid, let her hang onto your back...You should be strong enough to carry her up...

Lirilith Caspian: *gaia, if that's not humiliating*

The Redneck ST (''Hey, Lady! Your souls wasn't wearin' no orange!''): *Cries, now in a form that has less trouble with climbbing ~and~ claws, not to mention significantly more strength, has no problems at all. Not so Lirilith, who makes it perhaps twenty feet before falling onto Cries. ((Cries--gimme either a Str + Ath to not fall, or split a Dex + Ath check to catch Lir and a Str + Ath check to stay on the tree.))

Damien Rangore: *Damn short Furies-..He needs to teach them a thing or two about being a touch more atheletic. Well, maybe not Ash-...*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: ((Splitting to catch and try staying on. 3,9,4+1wp for the Dex+Ath roll. 3,3,5,7,2 on Strength))

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *He grunts, reaching to snag the falling Fury's arm and hopefully not claw her up to badly*

The Redneck ST (''Hey, Lady! Your souls wasn't wearin' no orange!''): *One Crinos hand snags Lir by the waist... the other slides perhaps three feet in the bark of the tree as the impact almost pulls loose his precarious hold, but at least Lir isn't doing a swan-dive into the forest floor.*

Lirilith Caspian: *A soft grunt came just on Cries catch. twisting faintly enough to give him use of both arms, and yes, she hung on*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *Grunts, weak claws digging in the best hold before he peers how at her* ~ht~Try as Ash said and I'll take us up? Lirilith Caspian: *Done and done.*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: ((how=down *L* My spelling is taking an all time dive for the worst tonight))

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: ((9,4,6,6,3,4,10,5)) *Scrambling up now with Theurge piggy backing it as he works on catching up to the Alpha and Beta with only the slightest air of hurt dignity*

Lirilith Caspian: *Cries has hurt dignity? How's he think she feels?*

The Redneck ST (''Hey, Lady! Your souls wasn't wearin' no orange!''): ((*G* Thjat'll do it... *Up, and up, and up it goes, the climbing finally getting easier as large branches wind out and around--making paths in many places, before the ground is lost beneath them in distance, the claw-markes leading them on until finally they stand upon a large branch--large as in perhaps four feet wide. Perhaps fifty feet from the trunk of this mega-tree stands an owl--one about six feet tall, watching them curiously.

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *Her head tilts at the Owl before she glances at Lir...Letting her move up to do the talking...No normal Owl is that large and she doesn't speak the spirit tounge...*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *He remains in the back, head dipping respectfully to the spirit*

Damien Rangore: *He too remains respectful of the spirit*

Lirilith Caspian: (twitch is on.) *She slowly dismounted from Cries. One hand slidding to straighten fur that she put out of place as careful with balance those in larger form were stepped around. Owl approached. She had her spirit speach, capable of only listening up until recently, communication was still being learned. She was unsure which words to choose, and which approach to take.* ~ss~ We are on our pack's quest to seek our totem spirit, a path found lead us here. *Her head tilted faintly, she knew they seeked typhon or twister, though faced with owl? Any spirits they were guided too risked offending.*

Lirilith Caspian: (brb)

Lirilith Caspian: (kens rebooting. *brb*)

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *She stood in silence, watching Lir and Owl curiously*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): (KK..)

The Redneck ST (My computer is a piece of shit): *The owl nods, large eyes--huge, as if they were too big for the head holding them--fastening upon her as tightly as the gigantic talons fasten upon the wood.* HT--It only makes sense that the path led you here. I am here, and the path is mine.

Ruarc Br?nach ~Remembers-the-Echoes-of-the-Fallen~: (*POOFS in*) Damien Rangore: *His head tilts-...Oh, he can understand. That's a good sign-...Right?*

The Redneck ST (My computer is a piece of shit): *The head turns so quickly it might have simply blinked to the desired direction, now fastening upon Ruarc as if he were a rabbit the bird was stalking through the night sky.* HT--Why do you come to me unclean?

Lirilith Caspian: *She didnt turn her sight from Owl, talking quietly just as it did for any that didnt understand. Interpretations spoken, and time given between responses if anyone wanted her to continue with something specific.*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *His ears slick back slightly when Owl questions Ruarc. Remaining silent himself as he just waits*

Lirilith Caspian: (brb again)

Ruarc Br?nach ~Remembers-the-Echoes-of-the-Fallen~: (*is sick so might be a little out of it*) *Having stood in lupus, to listen and watch. He takes a step back when the spirit turns its attention towards him, staying very respectful* GT> I come unclean in hopes of being free of the wyrm's curse. I have no other wish then to serve Gaia and be freed from the talons of the wyrm.

The Redneck ST (My computer is a piece of shit): HT--Pretty talk, but it answers not the question posed. Why did you not cleanse yourself before come to stand before your future totem?

Ruarc Br?nach ~Remembers-the-Echoes-of-the-Fallen~: *That makes him wince, looking away a moment. A few moment of thought before he finally looks back to Owl* GT> It's not so simple. I can't be cleansed, it does not good. It's deeper then simple taint.

The Redneck ST (My computer is a piece of shit): HT--Deeper than simple taint... Why should I adopt a Garou who bears the taint of the Wyrm itself, deep within him? *Looks to the others.* Why should I accept a pack who would protect such?

Lirilith Caspian: (bbl)

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *A soft sigh as her ears fold back a bit* ~ws~Because he's shown he wishes to redeem a crime he didn't even commit....But if you wont adopt us, we understand, Mighty Owl...

The Redneck ST (My computer is a piece of shit): *Finally, a touch of amusement.* HT--I have heard of what happens here, Never-warns-twice, and I have heard of your reputation among those who scuttle and hide for Rat already. I have refused nothing, but I wish to know what your reasons are. *Looks to the others for their answers.

Ruarc Br?nach ~Remembers-the-Echoes-of-the-Fallen~: *Growls lightly, head bowed. He's rather surprised they've come this far, or killed out right. He listens, curious about the answer to Owl's quesition.*

Damien Rangore: ~ws~My reasons match Ash's, but I'll add in that we are going to attempt to cleanse the taint. We've already thought up one method and if it doesn't help, we will be trying others and likely seeking help from Elders.

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: ~ht~He's shown several times he fights for Gaia and not the Wyrm. I've personally never seen him commit an atrocity and he has agreed to work on questing to try and remove the touch of the Wyrm born in him

The Redneck ST (My computer is a piece of shit): Ht--Good... I was glad to see you aware of it. Trust, and follow me. *The owl hurls itself off the branch, wings in close as it dives.*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *Flicks an ear* ~ws~Garou are pack creatures...Besides us, there are only Gnawers and they've pretty much silently said Ruarc would likely not be welcomed into any of their packs. I've been on countless raids with him...He's never turned and attacked one of us...Only the Wyrm...He told me before hand that he was tainted and why and pled myself and I'm sure the others help to get rid of the Wyrm taint...I feel if he can step forward to a Half Moon Fury as well as Shadow Lords...He truely wants to be cleansed because he knew the risk that any of us could have slain him on the spot and likely not have even been questioned...But I've seen his worth and I know just killing him outright would just hurt Gaia more in the long run, taint or not...

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): (*G* Insert that in the appropriate place..*G*) *She blinks and pads towards the branch...Head leaning over to watch Owl...Her muscles bunch and her eyes close before she finds herself leaping down after him...This might hurt*

Damien Rangore: *He takes that dive a little too gladly maybe. Either that or he's just insane-..*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *Winces before he moves to follow. Going before Lir for once, as if expecting his splatted form would cusion her fall or something*

Ruarc Br?nach ~Remembers-the-Echoes-of-the-Fallen~: *Fallows last, most happy with the answers by the others. Not seeming to care if it's dangeriuos or not. Just goes with the flow.*

The Redneck ST (My computer is a piece of shit): *Wind whistles past their ears, roaring through their fur, as they fall. For several seconds--certainly enough time to reach the ground, but there's still no ground in sight--there's no sound, then Owl's voice. While the others tumble, this way and that in the air, Owl remains in the same place and position, wings tucked in close--and while the air whistles and rushes over the Garou, Owl falls without a sound.* HT--I will come, from time to time, to check on you, and occasionally to give instruction. Rat wishes her secrets hidden; he wishes to kill all that may be an enemy, and so you will always be in opposition to the children of Rat. This you must accept. They have their duty, and you have yours. Do you understand?

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *Her eyes open, watching as her fur whips about* ~ws~Understood, Owl...*She lets the others speak for themselves, however*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: ~ht~I understand, Mighty Owl *Watching the form of the totem fall. But knowing he shouldn't worry*

Damien Rangore: *Hell, they do that half the time already* ~ws~Understod.

Ruarc Br?nach ~Remembers-the-Echoes-of-the-Fallen~: GT> Of course, great Owl. *Would almost enjoy this, if he knew exactly what was about to happen.*

The Redneck ST (My computer is a piece of shit): HT--Then return home, and I will see you again upon the morrow. Your theurge will grant instruction upon what I require. *Huge wings furl open without a sound, and while they fly straight down, he flies straight to the north. A slight snapping sound comes from behind each of them, and suddenly there's something unwieldy upon their backs, changing the air resistance but somehow steadying their fall.*

The Redneck ST (My computer is a piece of shit): *To describe what it's like to suddenly gain a new body part is impossible--except, maybe, for certain paraplegics who have experience miraculous or near-miraculous cures. Even they didn't have wings, but the things move as easily to the Garou's wishes as any other body part, and they find themselves able to control their movements with them, if not as easily as any leg or foreleg, at least well enough to go the direction they wish to go.*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *She would nod, but it's hard when your heads being partially pulled up* ~ws~Thank you, Owl! *Head tilting as her fall steadies*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *Holy Gaia, he just got weirder! He blinks, head turning to view the wings coming from his back even as he finishes floating the rest of the way down. Shocked, perhaps?*

The Redneck ST (My computer is a piece of shit): ((*G* steadies, not slows. They're still in a dive, unless he plans to just glide to the ground and walk home.))

Damien Rangore: *The black wolf is doing it's damndest to turn it's head to see the wings now coming from his back as he howls up* ~ws~See you soon, Owl!

Ruarc Br?nach ~Remembers-the-Echoes-of-the-Fallen~: *Once he realizes what just happened, he can't help but be thrilled. Being in a pack, the accpetance of a totem...and wings? The Fianna is high on life. Enjoying his new ability way too much.*

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: ((*L* Good point)) *It takes a few moments before he wills the wings to beat, steadying to glide a moment and completely marveling in the new ability granted. If a Crinos can have a "Holy shit" look, he's got it*

Damien Rangore: *Oh he's liking this. He barks to the others once he figures out that he indeed can use the wings, Lupus body pushing away* ~ws~Bet I can beat all you home with these! *Yup-...He's even showing off by "raceing" with his new boon*

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *This beats the one Gift she's heard about from time to time. But she peers at Damien and already takes off to follow him..*

The Redneck ST (My computer is a piece of shit): *The forest is wide, with plenty of space between the trees. A good thing, because each of the Garou has a wingspan of at least thirty or fourty feet, and even that much wing shouldn't really be enough to hold them up off the ground--which is probably why they don't have 'em in the Tellurian, where the laws of physics have more application. Below them they can see Pacman's Yeast and Tiny, both in Lupus, running along as they make their way home--no wonder the tracks had disgusted Pacman so.*

Ruarc Br?nach ~Remembers-the-Echoes-of-the-Fallen~: *In a half daze, he misses Damien's little challenge at first but seeing him take off....The galliard beats his new wings to try to catch up. Gaining a little altitude before trying to dive past him. Heading home of course. *

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: *He makes a croaking chuckle, now following the others and enjoying this new gift granted. That and the feeling of being in a pack* Ash Spencer (11th Hour): *She peers down at the Gnawers below briefly before continueing on, moving to catch up to the Ahroun who snuck and got a head start...Homeward bound*

The Redneck ST (My computer is a piece of shit): ((OOC info--If you want to race--or to do any other tricks with flying--it'll be an Athletics roll, at standard diff 8 (in other words, stuff that would be diff 7 to pull are diff 9 for you). However, you now can gain the "Flight" Talent from the Corax book. Just to outline--the pack (meaning usually the alpha) has -2 diff to any rolls involving stealth, silence, or quiet. They also gain 3 dice to any GIFT involving air, travel, darkness, or movement. And, of course, the wings. Describe them however you want--from a 70-foot-wingspan albatross to steely-feathered falcon's wings to invisible hummingbird wings, as long as they're bird-wings.))

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): (*G* Sweeeeet..*G*)

Damien Rangore: (( Just Athletics or do you add Dex or Strength in with it? ))

The Redneck ST (My computer is a piece of shit): ((depends on the roll. Straight speed would be Str, maneuvers would be Dex, Long Running or some version would be Sta.))

Damien Rangore: (( *G* Cool. And just for my own amusement and to make sure he doesn't break his neck showing off: 2,5,10,6,7 on the race roll. *Snickers* ))

Cries-Thunder's-Roar: ((*G* I gotta get going for about an hour or so. Consider Cries is keeping it slow and getting used to it while the others race home *C* Possibly might be back later))

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): (Jake>>I hate you *L* 1,4,1,5,3, 3...Botch times two)

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): (Laters, Cries!)

Damien Rangore: (( *Snickers* ))

Ruarc Br?nach ~Remembers-the-Echoes-of-the-Fallen~: (Snickers* 1,9,9,8,8 (3 successes)

The Redneck ST ((Mother-grabbin' computer...)): ((Drag into the JY whenever y'all want, then.))

Ruarc Br?nach ~Remembers-the-Echoes-of-the-Fallen~: (Ruarc really seems to like all this and Ash is now a smear on a tree BWAHAHAA*)

Ruarc Br?nach ~Remembers-the-Echoes-of-the-Fallen~: (err oops should have been diff 9... Still is dizzy heh BRB)

Ash Spencer (11th Hour): (*L* Twitch>>Suck my nuts! That roller always throws me a curve ball eventually...Least it wasn't times four this time) Ruarc Br?nach ~Remembers-the-Echoes-of-the-Fallen~: (Present em ^_^ ....X 4????? Holy shit *L*)

Damien Rangore: (( And if Ash doesn't kill herself-...Consider Damien went on back unless she down right hurts herself pretty nasty. ))

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