Best viewed at 1024 by 768 pixels

Flea's Rank Challenge

January 19, 2003 (date on e-mail)

The alpha, red-ear-hoof-breaker
alpha female, blood-scent-on-cold-night-north-winds
Beta Male, Snaps-Spines
Beta Female, Shadows-beneath-night-sun
male, treads-fallen-ice
male, kills-weak-first
male, howls-beneath-land
female, hunts-brown-grass

Rabid Trial-PR: OOC:alright. start off with letting me know if Flea's got anything specific she wants to do before leaving the city

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (W/b *Nods* Okey dokie. Can you make a small summary of the exact rules? Character wouldnt have forgotten hopefully, but player after some time and booze has)

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (IC or OOC? She just goes after telling a few people some things *G*)

Rabid Trial-PR: OOC;alright. gotta shift to lupus and give ~all~ possessions to packmates for safekeeping then go to the umbra and travel by foot to a northern wilderness. Can accept no help for the entire challenge. Spiritual, garou or human. She's to find a wolf pack with a vampire infiltrated into it and insert herself into it as well. the only time she can shift out of lupus is to homid to kill the vampire when she discovers his nature. Then take the skull back to Jurg without shifting from homid.

Rabid Trial-PR: OOC:ICly

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (*Nods* Gotcha)

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..):  *After informing a few people nice enough to look after her pups, handing over her Fetish and striping of clothing she hits Umbra with not much else to do. Once in the Umbra, she melts into breed form and takes off through the spirit world to exit the Caern and Bawn and enter the City Umbra*

Rabid Trial-PR: ((narratives may be a bit slow as I'm sick and feel like shit right now))

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (*Nods* Understandable *S*)

Rabid Trial-PR: *Flea wanders through the scab, northward... the reek of stagnance and decay hit at the same time, the wretched wound upon Gaia's countenance sickening to most Garou, but to a Gnawer... hey, its home. its nothing out of the ordinary, really. A few weaver spirits turn slight attention to her as she moves, though not too much. Most turn back to whatever they're doing as they wrap the city's reflection in ephemereal webs stronger than the most physical of elements*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..):  *Ears flick back at the weaver spirits. Buts heads for the Northern exit of the city, remembering all that human stuff about the North Pole. Moves along at a quick pace, knowing she has a hella long way to go and a bad sense of direction in a sense*

Rabid Trial-PR: OOC:what's your lupus stamina?

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (Stamina 5 in Lupus)

PR Note:: 60 miles on long running.

Rabid Trial-PR:  OOC:alright... start rolling Stamina+Athletics diff 4. count how many until you fail or 10 successful rolls, whichever comes first.

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (Failed no rolls. Here is how the suxx came in order of roll: 2, 2, 4, 5, 3, 6, 3, 3, 6, 6 )

(220 miles traversed altogether thus far)

Rabid Trial-PR: *after a length of running in which the lupus form continues to show its physical superiority, Flea exits the city... moving through the suburban sections where fewer webs and weaver influences are felt... while still close to the center of the scab, the subdivisions all look uniform and exact. The perfect Suburbia. All lawns are webbed at the same length. The residential nature makes it a bit more frightening in its own ways than the heavily-webbed up inner city. The thought of all the children that grow up exactly like all the others may flicker through her lupus mind for a brief moment, though the feral form is not known for its time spent on deep thoughts. ((roll Primal Urge+Perception. diff 5))

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): ( 3 suxx)

Rabid Trial-PR:  *her instincts definately pull her exactly north with no problem. Flea passes by the homes and small stores... working her way past shopping centers and a few parks, even. The further she gets from the scab, the less weaver and more wyld influenced it becomes. After about 12 hours of running, she can actually regularly see small glade children in the yards of homes. Most of them slumbering deeply and uncognizant of the goings ons... Every so often, very rarely... a smiling glade child in a ancient oak or waving willow smiles to her... the sort of tree with a swing hanging from it, awakened by the tender care and love only a child can have for the "inanimate" things of the world.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..):  *Lets her mind smile at how calm it seems here then in the city. Her mind quickly shifts to how little she spent in the deep woods and how she grew up not far from places like this, then it shifts to the task at hand once again*

Rabid Trial-PR:  *slowly but surely. following a due north path, she finds herself in the more rural homes... the time she's spent running all blurring together, maybe only 6 hours, maybe more like ten. Though she finds it becoming more like long plains of nothing with an occasional home within view. The homes out here are very strong in their umbral reflections, not simply the outlines of homes webbed up. Some bear eternally-rocking swings upon the porches... perhaps awakened through several generations of family spent swingng and talking about everything from marriage proposals to the latest saturday morning cartoon. Periodic laughter echoes gaily through a field or two.... Unfortunately, the Wyrm's influence does not become less prevalent in these areas... only less subtle. Several places have Banes hovering about them in the distance... homes that would otherwise seem in perfect condition look as if the boards are about to rot away, Fields of nothing but char and ash span acres.*

Rabid Trial-PR:  OOC:let me know if she investigates anything I mention in more detail. This is completely freeform *G* you don't have to stick to any path and just read the narrations, though I'm typing assuming she avoids the obviously tainted areas.

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..):  *Slows almost, eyes to the things in the distance. They will be there for awhile and she will more then likely be back to tear at them. Takes a good breath and takes off again in hopes to make the trip faster. Time means corruption for the World and Time shouldnt be wasted in preventing it*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (*Nods* Aight *G*)

Rabid Trial-PR: OOC;make another Per+PU roll, diff 4

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (4 suxx)

Rabid Trial-PR: OOC:okay. make another 10 Stam+Athl rolls diff 4. Count how many until failure or if succeed in all of them

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (In order of rolling: 5, 5, 3, 7, 5 Failed..)

Rabid Trial-PR: OOC:take a level of lethal damage from strained muscles. roll five more at diff 5

Rabid Trial-PR: OOC:and BRB. looking something up

**PR note: about 2000 miles to target location. 270 miles down so far.

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (*Nods* Okies, for when ya back....In order of roll: 5, 3, 4, 6, 4 suxx)

Rabid Trial-PR: OOC:back

Rabid Trial-PR: OOC:okay... I'll speed this up a bit. go ahead and make another set of 10 rolls. diff 5.

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (W/b, aye aye *Heads back to the roller)

Rabid Trial-PR: OOC;sorry there's so much rolling at this point. Normally I'd fudge over it but its supposed to be a learning experience and stuff. There'll be much more RPish interaction once she gets closer to the destination

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (*Nods* Understandable *G* And im enjoying. Suxx in order of roll: 2, 5, 6 6, 1, 1, 4, 4, 2, 4 and none failed)

Rabid Trial-PR:  *the distances pass as the time does. By now mental exhaustion starts to kick in but her muscles do not tire, allowing her to continue relentlessly. Many more cities pass by... most seeming to be just a simple reflection of the last. nearly the same all the way through. The same homes, the same trees... the repetitiveness of it begins to get a bit disgusting and boring. The wilderness, however, seems to become more and more interesting. Trees talk and smile, the flowers wave and the bird spirits sing songs of beauty nothing from the city could match. (roll PU+Perception, diff 7)*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (2 suxx)

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): *Starts to slow her pace so she wont make herself pass out. The pull of the wilderness heavy to her feral instincts. She keeps the slow pace a moment, to rest awhile. Soon going to need physical rest and food...Tounge lolling out of her mouth and her panting heavy*

Rabid Trial-PR:  *she passes several bear traps out in the woods as she gains more ground... the air becoming chill with the wind and latitude... though to the wolf form it isn't uncomfortable.. more like liberating. none of the stiffling heat and humidity that gets trapped in the cities. The scents become so much more vibrant the sounds crystaline in their purity and clarity.* OOC:and I'm gonna have to call it a night here. When we next pick up you'll get to have a bit more fun. meet you tomorrow?

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..):  *Now in a wolf's "True Home", she goes to find a place to hopefully spend the night. Keeping in mind the bear traps...Sticks are easy to launch those off*

Flea Bitten Mongrel (To Alaska we will go..): (*Nods* Will try my best to get on tommorow *G* Night and hope ya get better soon)

-------end archive 1--------

**PR note: Flea has gone far enough north to warrant crossing back into the physical by now.

-------Begin archive 2-----

Rabid Trial PR:  *Flea's pace began to slow as hunger began to kick in, and while technically her body could have continues had she wanted to, I believe she had decided to pause for a bit and hunt down some chow, giving her body time to rest a bit from the previous exhaustion* (had taken one health level of damage from the faled long run roll.)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Where you want me to begin at?)

Rabid Trial PR: ((was mainly wanting a confirmation of that. Roll Perception+Primal Urge, diff 5 because of the lupus form bonus))

Rabid Trial PR: OOC:that and any sort of details as to the specific actions she was going to take

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (3 suxx) (Yeah, she stoped to rest, get something in her stomach ect ect *G*)

Rabid Trial PR: *after just slightly under an hour of hunting and tracking scents, Flea comes across a large rabbit, apparently hard at work fattening his stores for the incoming winter. He seems alert that something may soon get him... which is of course standard for a prey animal so low on the food chain of the deciduous environment.* ((roll Stealth+Dex, diff 6))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (3 suxx) *Moveing slowly and as quiet as she can, eyes on the prey animal and ready to spring after it if it runs*

Rabid Trial PR: *Flea's able to crawl with her belly nearly to the ground, slowly going with absolute silence... a few times when she flanks to the side to counter the change in wind and keep her scent from reaching the rabbit, she moves more quickly than abslute silence allows, crunching a bit of early-morning frost beneath a paw and causing the rabbit to jerk his head up and look about before munching a bit more on whatever it has. Flea resumes moving, working herself into a good position to pounce...* OOC:roll dex+brawl, dex+PU or dex+athletics. whichever is higher. diff 6.

Rabid Trial PR: *The rabbit's head jerks up, warned by instinct and its eyes lock with Flea's... instinct pausing both like deer in the headlights as contact is made... the reenactment of a tradition that dates back long before any rites, more traditional than the litany or reverence of luna... in a single moment that can't last more than a split second, a lifetime of understanding passes between the two. hunter and prey... each seems to wait for the other to move, the rabbit giving his acceptance of his role of prey and giving permission for Flea to consume his flesh so that she may live... if she can catch him*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (3 suxx) *Tail low but end up, springs as quick as her body will allow in hopes to snag her pound or so of flesh*

Rabid Trial PR:  *Flea manages to slap her paw down on a twig that breaks like a leg... the rabbit, however, has managed to dodge away quickly, running for its life and bolting quickly, though not with quite the grace or good start it would have lked to have had* OOC:dex+athletics, diff 5.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (6 suxx)

Rabid Trial PR: ((5 succ on poor lunch))*it ALMOST looks like lunch got away, though it jukes left when it expects Flea to move right, making a feign that costs him his life... and like that its over. Flea's jaws catch a large path of fur and skin on the rabbit's neck with a terrified squeal from the large rodent. Flea goes sailing past with her momentum, banging the rabbit on the ground as she turns to stop... with a simple chomp, the rabbit's neck snaps loudly... the taste of fresh blood in the mouth of a lupus is a delicacy no human could comprehend. the taste of life given and nourishment taken. Fresh blood mixing with frosty winds in the nostrils.. the adrenaline rush in the veins all seeming to flow into the salivary glands as her heart continues to pound with the rapid increase of muscular function after the hour of slow stalking. The flesh is pure... as pure as can be in a world corrupted as it is. No taste of chemicals or additives... no steroids or MSGs. this is REAL food*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Stands there a moment, letting the taste fill her mouth and mentally thanking the prey. The test for survival over, she begins eatting and savoring the taste, unlike most times when she swallows most things whole*

Rabid Trial PR:  *a soft spiritual presence palpably departs at her thanks for life given, an acceptance and thank you of its own for her manners and respect of the spirit of the prey.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *When her meal is over with, she stands in the breeze a moment..Feeling the surge of wildness around her before, provided her nap has been taken, she starts moveing slowly on with full alertness*

*scents on the wind tell her that no other Wolves are nearby...a few faint scent-markings of garou who had passed through the area months ago are the closest signs. While very much north, she's not quite near enough to her targets.* OOC:roll another ten dice. Stam+athletics, diff 6

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (4 suxx)

Rabid Trial PR: OOC:*grimaces* sorry. I phrased that wrong. I meant roll another ten sets of the stam+athletics long running rolls. my bad.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Ohhh, okay *Nods* I rolled the wrong number aswell, its 7 dice for her Stam and Ath)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Failed none, suxx in order of roll: 4, 4, 5, 3, 2, 1, 4, 1, 2, 3)

**PR note: 430 of 2000 miles covered.

Rabid Trial PR:  *the distance continues to roll by. occasionally sight of a small settlement appears in the distance... in some cases it tends to be a case of people living more in tune with nature... not in harmony, but compared to the scabs? its damn near perfect. In times, a few farmers take potshots in her direction with a rifle... only twice though... apparently afraid she's just a large coyote plotting to take down on of their cattle or possibly a rabid fox. Ignorant apes....*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Lets her tounge loll as she runs, amused at the shots as she keeps moveing and feeling free of the scabs. Keeps alert to the scent of wolves, knowing it will take awhile to get into a pack so might as well find them quickly*

Rabid Trial PR: *The scent of purity becomes so much stronger..... almost intoxicating to one whos been in the scabs for so long. Its as if someone took gas-soaked cotton balls out of her nose and the scent of nature fills in sharply. The miles continues to pass by for another half a day ((roll PU+perception, diff 5))*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx)

Rabid Trial PR: *Flea breaks in mid-stride, nearly planting her paw in a steel trap, though managing to overstep it with an awkward half-jump at the last moment, stumbling slightly to recover... though she did miss it with no real problems*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Stops and stares at the trap...A small feral growl settleing in her throat....Eyes wondering for a stick...Then rethinks on if she snaped the metal jaws if the humans would wonder....Then again, maybe it would be considered an accident by cause*

Rabid Trial PR: *will wait for an action or request for information*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *If any small sticks are present, she moves towards it to lightly get it in her jaws*

Rabid Trial PR:  *there definately are small sticks present, grasping it in her jaws is a difficult though not roll-required task. just slightly irritating*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *With a few grunts and tail flicks, she moves the stick towards the trap in hopes to plant the stick in and let it snap the metal jaws shut..*

Rabid Trial PR: ((*VEG* roll dex+crafts. diff 8))

**PR note: assuming 3 levels of lethal from the trap. -1 level per succ on the dex+crafts. crafts for realizing how fast this thing's going to shut as well as how high up the jaws are going to close.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx *Dances and cackles*)

Rabid Trial PR: ((soak 1 HL of damage. 3 succ woulda gotten ya totally out of the way))

Rabid Trial PR: OOC:Scratch that. can't soak lethal in breed form. take a HL of damage, putting flea at hurt

Rabid Trial PR:  *as Flea noses forward , the stick sets off the trap... visual perceptions from across a snout nowhere near the effeciency of human eyes for such a task, the trap sets off, Flea's head jerking backwards quickly though not quite faste enough, the teeth ripping away the skin at the underside of her muzzle. extremely painful, but nothing to write home about.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Lets out a yarp and looks at the trap....There saves a brother of the wild in cause of small damage to her. Turns and moves on again*

Rabid Trial PR:  OOC:roll another set of ten long runs... diff 6 and -1 dice for wound penalties. and btw, how're you liking it so far? any complaints?

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*G* I love it *Nods* One of the most entertaining set of scenes I had in awhile and no complaints what so ever *S*)

Rabid Trial PR: OOC:*G* great. gonna make a cig run while you're rolling. BRB in like 5 minutes.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Yay *G* W/b...Repost: (Okay *G* For when ya get back, suxx in order of roll: 1, 2, 1, 2, 2 and Failed the sixth *Wince*) )

Rabid Trial PR: OOC:okay. take a 3rd health level of damage. roll five more times at diff 7. still with the -1 dice penalty.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (3 suxx and Failed the second *Winces more*)

Rabid Trial PR: ((down 4 HLs and roll again. diff 8, -2 dice. 4 more rolls))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (3, 3, 2 and Failed the last)

Rabid Trial PR: ((down 5 HLs. roll once more. diff 9, -2 dice. or stop at any time to cease running))

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  (Shes gonna stop for now) *Slows, nearly callasping at the pain of her over-strained muscles. Tounge lolls and she sits, panting*

Rabid Trial PR: ((okay. lemme know how long you rest,or if seeking a safe place to heal or whatnot. one HL healed per 8 hours spent resting))

**PR note: 574 miles covered. Flea rests.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Seeking a safe place to rest for now)

Rabid Trial PR: ((roll Perception+PU, diff 6. -2 dice))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (1 suxx)

Rabid Trial PR: *Flea finds an abandoned badger's burrow.... its not comfy. the sleep sucks and its not exactly toasty and warm inside either. cramped and generally sucky... but its safer than sleeping in the open* ((how long she resting?))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Just 8 hours for now)

Rabid Trial PR: ((back to wounded. continue running?))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Yup, onward ho! *G*)

Rabid Trial PR: ((don't call me a ho *G*. lowering the diff to 7. -2 dice penalty, but just barely. Roll another one. then we'll see from there))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*LoL* 3 suxx)

Rabid Trial PR: ((okay... now ya can make the normal ten. no need to tell me how many succ. just succeed, fail or botch. diff 7, -2 dice))

**PR note: 750 miles covered. 

Rabid Trial PR:  OOC:Excellent. BIC:*now nearly halfway to the canadian border. lemme know if you wanna run more or do something specific? gonna ty to rush this along a little to get to the good stuff*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Slows yet again in her journy, to rest again and heal. Needing to be in good shape when she makes it, knowing how wolves are with a "lone wolf"..*

Rabid Trial PR: ((make another diff 6 PU+Perception roll to find shelter))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Passed and shes resting another 8, then setting off again)

Rabid Trial PR:  *nod* you know the routine. but let's compress it a bit.each roll counts for two. meaning two successes equals 32 miles covered. each failure means two HLs taken and+2 diff, not to mention you have to spend a rage or WP to continue. of course with as many days as this has covered already, rage should be no problem to recover.

Rabid Trial PR: OOC:Unless you'd rather take it the normal way.

Rabid Trial PR: ((diff 6 and -1 dice now))

**PR note: 910 miles covered.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Passed 3(6) and Failed the Fourth(2 HL's and +2 diff). Rolling six more at -2 dice and diff 8)

**PR note: Flea's Mauled.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Passed 4(8) and Failed the Fifth *Winces*)

Rabid Trial PR: ((btw, make it 7 rolls not 6... to make it an even 320 miles covered makes the math easier.))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Oh, opps *G* Wel, only made it passed the fourth)

Rabid Trial PR: ((that puts you at incapacitated.)) *after a grueling run, Flea simply collapses from muscle strain*

**PR note. Flea crippled. 1134 miles covered.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Hits the ground and falls into a deep slumber for the time being while her muscles begin to rest and heal*

Rabid Trial PR: *1134 miles covered at this point. you may spend a rage or WP to drag to nearby shelter. diff 9. PU+Per. -5 dice.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Dont have the dice to roll it)

Rabid Trial PR: ((this might suck. *G* roll stamina+alertness to realize you're being messed with and to regain consciousness. diff 5.))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx, with -5 dice to the roll *S*)

Rabid Trial PR:  *Fleas eyes open to the sensation of a badger sniffing over her collapsed and exhausted body. several carrion birds are beginning to gather*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Blinks at the critters, letting out a soft growl and trying to pull herself up. Knowing she is going to need to rest even more and longer..*

Rabid Trial PR: *the badger makes its low growling hiss back at her, wondering just how near death she is. a few of the birds caw and flutter back at her growl*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Raises her hackles and bears her fangs, trying to back away from the badger slowly. Feral eyes wild for survival and ears flat*

Rabid Trial PR: ((roll either intim+str (-5) or rage (no modifier))

Rabid Trial PR: ((diff 8 or diff 6 respectively))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Rolling Rage)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Annd *Drum roll* Failed)

Rabid Trial PR: *The badger snarls and lunges in as she doesn't look like she's able to put up any sort of fight, Lunges and bites for a hind leg* ((roll init))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Dex4(+2 from form) and Wits3, rolled a 2=11)

Rabid Trial PR: ((I'll give you the init even though it was a tie. The Badger's lunging for the bite))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Going to dodge, or attempt to atleast, rolling)

Rabid Trial PR: ((need 3 succ diff 6))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Failed)

Rabid Trial PR: ((3 damage. lethal's unsoakable in breed form. have to roll rage to spring back. diff 8. I recomend using some WP for it))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*Nods* Useing a WP and rolling)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx+WP=3 suxx)

Rabid Trial PR: ((I stand corrected. soak those three levels at diff 8. you may not have to rage roll))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Soaked 2..)

Rabid Trial PR:  ((at incapacitated.))*the bite drops Flea again as the Wolverine moves in to kill the infiltrator of his turf. Flea's unable to move as the teeth go for the throat.*

Rabid Trial PR: *the bite is on perfect, though the wolverine's teeth miss don't quite clamp correctly, catching mostly fur and skin as they snap shut forcefully.* OOC:soak 1

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Soaked 0...Roll Rage? If so, spending the WP again..)

Rabid Trial PR: ((yeah. keep your old roll or do another. I'll let you decide.)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Will roll again)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*Thought i'd regret it...* 3 suxx+1WP=4 suxx)

Rabid Trial PR: ((now simply wounded. and choose either hispo or crinos... you're frenzied.))

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Hispo *EG*)

Rabid Trial PR: ((alright. attack away. declare any rage.)) *The birds scatter with loud shrieks and the wolverine snarls loudly as it remains with its jaws clamped in a death-grip on Flea's throat*

Rabid Trial PR: ((roll away))

Rabid Trial PR: ((though its gonna be diff 9 since the fucker's latched onto her throat. can still change action without penalty now))

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  (5 suxx and 6 agg) *Lifts from the ground to resemble what some of her ancestors might have looked like, eyes filled with rage and her longer jaws snaping down to the wolverine's back*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Oh, lemme re-roll then *G*)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (3 suxx and 5 agg)

Rabid Trial PR: *with a slight slinging of Flea's jaws, she manages to catch the bastard in her massive dire-fangs and clamp down with brutal force, the wolverine shrieking loudly as its spine snaps, the scent of fresh blood hitting Flea's nostrils with a tang. The damn thing is STILL clinching, however. Wolverine's have that nasty trait. Flea slngs about left and right, biting and turning the already dead wolverine into a fine paste from the forelegs down... the rest clamping until Flea wears herself out, collapsing in a heap as black begins to fill in the rims of the red of her vision... collapsing hard* OOC:what's her gnosis, WP and Rage?

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Rage 7, Gnosis 5 and Willpower 7...Those are her Permanant ones)

Rabid Trial PR: OOC:she won't remember the frenzy... though she can probably guess she shifted out of lupus and failed one of the challenge's rules. of course, Jurg isn't a philo and doesn't have truth of gaia and would never know. if Flea continues or not is entirely your call. BIC:*Flea awakens much later, healed entirely and in lupus once more... the upper portion of the wolverine lay dead at her throat, the jaws having been forced wide by her hispo throat now rigor-mortissed to the point that she can dislodge herself with ease.*

Rabid Trial PR: ((and I''m gonna wrap this up for the night soon))

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  (*Nods*) *Blinks and paw at the wolverines head and sits, thinking a moment. She failed. Now, she sits and thinks.....Then stands to move onwards....To remove a leech from a wolf pack any way she can, then return home and admit to her failure..*

------------end archive-----------

-----------Begin Archive--------

The Greg:  *Flea awakens after a day of rest and a bit of a snack after the wolverine incident.... and spends several more days running ((fudging it along a bit since Flea had her "learning" experience with long running)) By this point, she's deep into Canada, the scents of wolves aren't too difficult to find. The packs, however are a bit more difficult as they seem to be avoiding the path of the rage-filled Garou. Snow covers the ground by this point, though not too thick. Leaves still crunch underfoot as she walks and the chill air fills her wet nose most delightfully*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Treading over the ground lightly, useing her nose mainly to guide her...Keeps trying to track the closest pack...Keeping her body language as slightly submissive, so she appears some what as a lone wolf*

The Greg: *After a day of hunting, she's able to track a pack across several fields and over a hill that nearly qualifies as a mountain. By nightfall, she's within hearing range... Luna sits high in the night sky, her light bathing the virginal-snow land in an almost spiritual quality of luminescence. before long, a single howl pierces the night... a call to a packmate signalling position and status. A healthy adult male, not the Alpha but somewhere near the top of the chain, judging by the information in the vocal burst. Though foccusing on the information is not a priority, its merely subconscious instinct... The information, while the purpose of the howl, conveys so much beauty and strength within it... almost like an address worked into poem format, though indescribable in its simplistic breath-taking artfulness.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Her ears perk when she is on the hill. Quevering a bit and trying not to sound overly excited, she lifts her muzzle and lets out a howl. One that perhapes a lone wolf would make, brave enough to dare it near a pack but willful enough to attempt. When shes done, she points her muzzle back down the hill, ears perk forward so she can reseave the message of another howl better*

The Greg: *another howl had joined the first, responding with its own information... at Flea's howl, the others cut short. A long awkward pause follows before the apparent alpha male tosses out a howl of his own towards Flea, declaring this their territory... a questioning tone at the end asks her intentions*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *A low howl, keeping any might out it best a Garou can. The tone speaking that she is alone and wishing to join the pack if at all possible. By her tone, she also means she will step in as omega*

The Greg: *The response is that they cannot afford to feed any more than themselves... because of ape encroachment on one side of their territory, hunting is scarce.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Falls silent a moment. Thinking...Should she turn to find another pack? Last time she killed a human...She was punished dearly. But then again, it was a human near the caern...Not humans making game small for wolves. Howls low again, trying not to sound to desperate, saying she will pick the scrapes. Lowers her muzzle finally, keeping it to herself that she might be culling a few apes before she leaves...*

The Greg: *The response comes that she will be allowed to approach and they will decide if she's welcomed or not*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Swiftly but not to fast, she pads down the hill. Tail tucks and ears lowering as she starts to crawl close to the ground. Her natural skinny-ness may lend a false hint to a trait of a lone wolf. Maybe even make them think she had to scavage from near eatten carcuss to near eatten carcus*

The Greg:  *after a time, she comes across one of the outrunning members of the pack who passes quickly to gather her scent and head back to the main portion of the pack, howling his information to them after a slightly quizzical growl. In the information transmitted, his dis-ease with her.. The curse affects more than just humans.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *She stops when sniffed, laying on the ground and exposeing her belly and throat. Merely rolls over when he pads back, waiting. She does have a good amount of Rage, which one can regret over time...*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *The human mind makeing her eyes glint some sadness, which she quickly tries to hide. When the Alpha Male approaches, she rolls over again and tucks her tail slightly, showing he is dominant over her. Hopeing if she is rejected, they will allow her to go in peace and unharmed*

The Greg: *he sniffs and circles a bit, periodically snapping at her to judge for reactions... also far more aggressive than one would be with a normal wolf... he fears her like a nazi fears a jew. If she were obviously stronger, he'd probably be flaunting submission to her. He finally speaks, still circling* ~ws~ I am red-ear-hoof-breaker... You feign weakness...

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Oh hell, what is he going to say about ~her~ name?* ~ws~I am nether strong nor weak Alpha Red Ear Hoof Breaker...*Notes the aggression, sniffing softly at him....Now wishes she had Sense Wyrm*

The Greg:  *he sniffs a bit more, growling back to the others of the pack. Red-ear-hoof-breaker lunges, going for her throat, though not in a death blow*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *She lets out a whine as he lunges, but lets him take her throat...Gah help him if he is a leech. Her mind paranoid over that fact now*

The Greg:  *no fangs sink into her throat, though the alpha rolls her to her back to assert his dominance fully before letting her up then turning and walking off. The others of the pack swarm in to greet her with wagging tails and layed back ears... though the bared teeth inform her if she screws up even slightly, she'll be chased out to deal with winter on her own. The former Omega is the last to sniff her, briefly mounting her "doggy style".. not to mate, but merely showing dominance. drops from her a few seconds later and kicks up a pawful of snow at her before running off to join the rest of the pack as they head into the night*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *She greets back in Omega fasion, going by instinct and not Garou ways. When they all run off, she follows and keeps her pace as last. Keeping the body language of the omega wolf the whole time*

The Greg:  OOC:okay... make a few rolls for me and that'll be it for the night. I need Per+Alertness . Diff 7. Wits+Pu, diff6 and Per+PU diff 6 (that's with lupus perception bonus figured in already)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: ( Flea Per Alertness: 6,8,1,2, Flea: Wits Primal Urge: 6,10,1,1,1 Flea Per Primal Urge: 6,7,1,4, )

---------end archive----------

---------Begin Archive------

Greg (trial PR):  OOC:okay... I hope this turns out alright. I've had a bit of ST's block on how to run this session since I'm wanting to finish the stuff up since our schedules rarely match up. Hope this goes okay....

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*Nods* It prolly will *S*)

Greg (trial PR): *The results of last session's rolls: Flea can tell there's something a bit odd about the third most dominant male, "Treads-Fallen-Ice"... and one of the wolves, she can't tell which... seems to have a slight lack of instinct The pack is as follows: The alpha, red-ear-hoof-breaker; alpha female, blood-scent-on-cold-night-north-winds; Beta Male, Snaps-Spines; Beta Female, Shadows-beneath-night-sun; male, treads-fallen-ice; male, howls-beneath-land; male, kills-weak-first; female, hunts-brown-grass.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Over the time, she makes sure to learn all names and structures...Takeing Omega possition. At the senseing of something odd, she makes sure to keep a eye on Treads Fallen Ice...*

Greg (trial PR): *Treads-Fallen-Ice is the youngest of the bunch, and the others seem to not be overly fond of him... though he's family, the last surviving son of Blood-Scent and unusually dominant for his barely-mature age. The pack holds several young adolescent members of varying age, though they seem to keep to their own pecking order*

Greg (trial PR):  *Over the weeks, the pack seems to accept Flea, though she takes a lot of shit and abuse being the Omega. Its turning into a cold winter, though having the pack means no one starves. At some point the beta male and the alpha male have a bit of a dominance struggle that leaves the beta wounded for some time and the alpha a bit weakened, though not so much that he cannot retain his hold on alphaship. The pack spends many nights curled together for warmth in the snow, the adolescents seem to avoid Flea, being highly uncomfortable with her inpalpable rage... the others as well, some more than others... but all mostly accept her as one of the pack, if only for a temporary basis as she holds her own on the hunts for food.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *One thing she does for the pack, just so she may remain, is barely eat any meat that is killed so that they can clean the carcuss and not starve. Shes Gnawer-Shes use to little food*

Greg (trial PR): *unfortunately, they don't seem to give her the opportunity... scraps are just about all she's left as the omega anyway. Hunting this season is tight and difficult, and the pack's hunting range has been cut due to human epansion... houses aren't springing up directly on their hunting areas, though the town's keep expanding, making the pack more and more uncomfortable with any proximity.* OOC:any sort of specific actions you'd like to declare she's been doing in the meantime before I get to the present?

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (None, other then keeping an eye on Treads and alert for any humans *Nods*)

Greg (trial PR):  *Treads seems unaffected by her rage and proximity... the only one not uncomfortable or unconciously afraid of her. Several times he takes her constant observances as an act of falling out of her place, swift to approach and reassert dominance with her. His temper with the others is often short, though he's often the most aggressive and daring on their hunts. Kills-Weak-First usually clears out when the dominance issues occur, not wanting to be the next target.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Takes the punishments, knowing her observation is indeed wrong despite her mission. Also notes Kills flees, desideing perhapes she should have a eye on her now and again...Leeches can be cowardly at times...*

Greg (trial PR):  *Kills is a male. Not very dominant. In fact, Flea and Hunts-Brown-Grass (the female she first encountered) are the only two submissive to him.* ((roll Per+alertness diff 7 for each wolf she wishes to observe further. Each one is a week's worth of observation. And yes, you can observe one wolf more than once. More successes equals more info*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Gonna roll for kills and another for Tread)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Kills: Failed. Treads: 3 suxx)

Greg (trial PR):  *as said before, Treads is the youngest of the adult wolves and the son of Blood-Scent. Definately the most aggressive of all the pack, as well as the strongest. All that keeps him from alphaship is a seemingly constant supply of minor injuries from the hunts and his occasional domination attempts with Snaps-Spines. Flea discovers by scents, that Blood-Scent is his only immediate familial relation in the pack. No remaining siblings and his father came from elsewhere.... possibly another pack or possibly a former alpha dead. He seems completely unphased by Flea's rage, though doesn't seem to like her presence very much... as if he knows she's more competition than she seems. Also seems to become very irritated with her lack of comparative instincts.*

Greg (trial PR):  *Treads has mated once with Hunts, the result of which are two surviving pups that are the top of the dominance chain in the young wolves. No other in-pack matings, though from what Flea gathers from the others in the pack, he'd mated twice before with a roaming lone-wolf*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Within the weeks of observation, she becomes confused and misguided. Probally paranoid at times. Finally takes up one week to observe Kills again, being she didnt catch much from him the first week*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Failed again for him)

Greg (trial PR):  *Kills catches her constant observation and becomes even more secluded from her (diff 8 to observe him now). Howver, shortly afterwards, Howls-Beneath-Land and he get into a bit of a scuffle over his distance keeping, Howls seeming to want him to leave... Most seem surprised when Kills catches a mouthful of Howl's throat, gaining dominance.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *It comes to mind with that she needs to observe him until maybe she finds a lead, takeing another week to watch him no matter how he slinks away*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*Winces* Botched this time)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:okay... first make the roll... depending on how that goes, there's something else

Greg (trial PR): OOC:ruh-roh. BIC:*on the third day of tailing Kills, Flea gets Howls* OOC:does she fight back or submit?

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Shes gets aggitated and by her gaia born fury, fights back* (Gonna go with her fighting)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:*whips out the die roller*

Greg (trial PR): OOC:okay. roll init.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (17)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:init 11. Flea goes first. Howls is going for a straight bite for the throat.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Gonna split for a dodge and bite)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:go ahead and roll the bite

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (6 suxx)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:you can do damage too. Not dodging anything

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (4 lethal, in breed form) *Her teeth go straight for the other wolf with a fury of an Ahroun*

Greg (trial PR): *soaked 2, took 2. roll dodge, diff 6. 4 succ to bite before dodge*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*G* Can I redo the rolls? Ash did a boo boo. Forgot to subtract the dice)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Okay, 5 suxx to bite 3 lethal and 2 suxx to dodge *Whipes sweat*)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:not a problem. acidents happen. BIC:*its not much of a dodge, but she manages to juke away enough for Howls' bite to clamp down on nothing but fur. He goes for another bite* OOC:keeping the init. your action again

Greg (trial PR): OOC:case in point... soak 1 lethal. I forgot somethin' *G*

**PR Note... namely I forgot that ghouls have a dot of potence. Howls has since been ghouled by Kills. Klls being the gangrel

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Soaked 1 at diff 8)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (This action going for just another bite and dodge, the action split)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (0 damage) *Snaps, chewing fur this time*

Greg (trial PR): *once again, 4 succ to bite*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx again)

Greg (trial PR): OOC: 3 lethal

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Soaked 1 at diff 8. If same init, a bite and thats all)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:roll away

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (5 lethal)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:soaked none. BIC:*Flea's Bite tears into Howls, leaving him whimpering on the ground, throat exposed and nearly unable to move*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Stands over him, displaying dominance. Flicks an ear..Howls Beneath Land?...Intresting name, come to think of it..Back off..Slowly...*

Greg (trial PR):  *Howls whimpers softly, licking submissively up at Flea's bloodied muzzle. Kills can be seen watching over a hilltop before dissapearing out of Flea's sight and unable to be tracked for the rest of the week (due to the botch). Several _days_ later, Howls is up and active again, though submissive to Flea. The other wolves are much much more uncomfortable around her*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Takes the week to observe Howls...Looking for any strange behaviors and domiance is excepted*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:Diff 7. would have formerly been 6, though he's become a bit more secluded than before. Which is a bit of info in and of itself.

Greg (trial PR):  *as stated, Howls is less social than before. He used to be the mate of Hunts, before Treads rose to dominance, none of his offspring remain with the pack. by the end of the week, he seems mostly healed, though keeps his distance from Flea even more than the others, though always remaining within sight and hearing range of the pack. Flea now gets a much greater share of the meat, even though as it is this pack of wolves seems to function at peak on amounts of food that would make your average gnawer's jaw drop at shock of how little they eat. Howls is Red-Ear-Hoof-Breaker';s litter mate, though much smaller than the alpha. over the past week the other wolves seem just a little uneasy with him.. they sense something unnatural that Flea just doesn't have the instincts to catch*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Thinks she may have her Leech...Spends another week of observeing, when her pack mates get uneasy*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx if diff is still 7)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:roll int+alert, diff 4

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*Puts breaks on and makes that roll to*)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (4 suxx on the Intel+Alert roll)

Greg (trial PR): *it was pretty obvious when Flea was fighting Howls that his blood was warm... as was his fur and flesh. Something tasted off about his blood, but it was fresh.... not the recycled blood of a corpse*

Greg (trial PR):  *with the two succ from the observation roll, Flea notices that Howls has become much more powerful than before. raw strength only.... aside from that, she's gleaned about all she can of him*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Duh, Lupus moment. Wellllll, knock him off the list. Feels like shes in some circle....Goes back to observeing Hunts when she can tail him*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Switch Hunts with Kills *L*)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:diff 8 still as he's trying to avoid being stalked.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Failed...Cursed to find out much about him *L*)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:damn. the dice are against you. okay... BIC:*another week of her running in circles*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *After the week and hardly even spoting him, she spends some time while shes curled up in the snow...Thinking and putting clues together....Treads seems more like Garou to her, but he can be a suspect...Howls is getting stronger, so he could be a link...Then theirs Kills who runs....Flicks an ear, pondering why Howls even rushed her that night...Finally drifts to sleep, ready to run the hamster wheel again to follow Kills the next day and following days*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx *G*)

PR Note: Red-Ear and Blood-Scent are diff 6 due to being the "center" of the pack, Kills and Hunts are diff 8 (hunts is always off away from the pack as the omega and due to her aloof nature and constant scouting). Howls, Treads, Snaps-Spines and Shadows-beneath-night-sun are diff 7.)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx *G*)

Greg (trial PR):  *Kills definately seems odd... another piece of the puzzle falls into place after the fourth day of observation. Howls seems to be constantly going off to be with Kills, seemingly like a bodyguard or an untesting beta to an alpha... the untestingness and unwillingness to ever attempt to assert dominance on Howls' part definately seems to be against instinct. Kills seems rather paranoid these days, avoiding the alpha male and female, though occasionally approaching Snaps-Spines with Howls in tow. Snaps is rather uneased by the odd break of being ganged up on and usually turns tail to return to Red-Ear cautiously. Periodically, Tread's scent lingers nearby*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Okay...So hes odd...But is he the one? Makes her wonder if any of them are. But, being the stuborn thing shes known to be....Isnt giveing up. Treads scent makes her curious....So she takes up a week to observe him* (Diff 7?)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx)

Greg (trial PR): *Flea's gotten most of Treads' habits and life story as is... though now he seems to be aware of something a bit more that the others aren't... he seems to be observing Howls, though not Kills. And he makes no attempts at hiding it either. Usually he's given the slip, though. Only once did Kills and Howls attempt to approach Treads before Howls backed off at an unfamiliash snarl. Kills followed shortly after, no longer having his support of numbers. at the time Flea observes this, Hunts appeared over a ridge, flanking the two antisocials. Before leaving, Kills catches Flea's scent, pacing slightly then going off at a trot. Hunts looks to Flea before loping down the hill cautiously to Treads. Treads gives Flea a slight growl of general irritation, seemingly a bit confused at the way things are going, broken from the normal instinct and natural course of nature. It seems like the pack is slowly tearing itself apart from the inside in chain reactions set off by Flea's presence*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *....Her ears flatten.....She will give herself a little more time...She cant destroy the pack....Turns back to Kills Observeing...Becomeing frustarted and determined*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (1 suxx)

Greg (trial PR): *nothing for a good week and a half (due to the low succ).... though on the tenth day, she does catch something odd after the pack takes down an elk.* OOC: Roll per+Alertness. just tell me the results of the roll.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (5,2,9,8,)

**PR Note: getting a 9 or a 10 is all it'd take. didn't want to do a normal diff roll because I'm wanting to move this along and a single 1 woulda nullified the week of searching

Greg (trial PR):  *Flea barely catches it... but while they're all feeding, even little Hunts occasionally sneaking in for a mouthful of flesh to drag away and chew on... There seems to be seperations in the pack as they eat. The youngest members eating either between Red-Ear and old Blood-Scent, or snacking off of what Omega Hunts drags off. The others keeping distance from Flea, from Howls and Kills, and from Treads. Something doesn't sit right with Flea about the situation at all, and its not until after they've all settled down to eat that it hits her...*

Greg (trial PR): *kills never chewed anything*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Flicks her ears some. Leechness? She has no clue? Greed? Could be but with wolves it should be rare.....Backs off from the food before takeing her normal amount...Confused but maybe she has him....Just, it still seems a peice of the puzzle is missing to her...Why is it the others are uneasy with the other two besides Kills? Confused on that half...She watches Kills with her golden brown eyes...**

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (That is, if Kills stay with the pack when they all sleep)

Greg (trial PR):  *Kills never seems to be stable on it.... sometimes he's there, sometimes not. This night he's off to the side with Howls. Kills lays there with his eyes shut, his ears periodically flicking*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *She watches him....Paranoid....She still dosent want to attack an innocent wolf...If she needs to, she will watch him nearly all night*

Greg (trial PR): *near dawn, Howls nudges Kills and the two head off.... a few hours before, Hunts had left as per usual for her*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *She stands...Following...*

Greg (trial PR): OOC:Following Kills?

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Yup)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:Roll Dex+Stealth, diff 6

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (6 suxx)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:and Per+PU, diff 4. you need 3 succ.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (4 suxx)

Greg (trial PR):  *they have NO clue they're being tailed. shortly before dawn, Flea sees something that may just clear things up a bit... Kills leans over to Howls, seeming to nip at fleas on his neck until he pulls away licking a bloodied Muzzle. Howls rolls to his back submissively as Kills leans down, biting into his own paw, then raising it as Howls greedily laps at the blood until it stops the slow bleeding about a minute later. Howls then rolls to his feet, padding back and forth a moment, nearly catching sight of Flea before she ducks behind a tree with the changing of the wind. When she pokes her head back out, there's no sign of Kills and Howls is rooted to the spot like a sentry*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Keeps from growling in frustration...Stalks out of hideing....Rage in her eyes..*

Greg (trial PR): *Howl's head jerks up as she emerges from hiding, licking the rest of the blood from his muzzle, hackles raised with a snarl*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Snarls back, useing body language and wolfen noises* ~ws~Where did he go...*Rage burning....Like an uncontrolable fire..In her eyes..*

Greg (trial PR): *snarls back* ~ws~ he left. *stretches slightly as he licks his lips again*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Stalking up to him, bumping his shoulder with her chest...Displaying dominance..* ~ws~....Where....

**PR NOTE: Howls pumps blood to raise his stamina to 5

Greg (trial PR):  *bites for her without giving a response* OOC:Roll init, will kick in after Howl's first attack. you can dodge at diff 7 if you'd like for the first round.

Greg (trial PR): OOC:only 1 succ to bite.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Init 10, not dodgeing but will be spliting for two bites. Her wounds from earlier healed?)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:considering they were about a month ago *G* yeah.

Greg (trial PR): OOC:init 9.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (There damage?)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:oh right. *sheepish grin* you said you weren't dodging. 4 lethal

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Soaked all 4 at diff 8...Roll the two bites now?)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:yup

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (5 suxx on each, he dodgeing any?)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:already used his action to bite. so no.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (5 and 6 lethal *Winces*)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:Soaked 2, then soaked 4. down to mauled. take your next action as you have the init. Howls is surprisingly not submitting, going for a bite at Flea's throat. that's what's declared, anyway.*

Greg (trial PR): OOC:*sweeps that back to PMland*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Spliting for a bite and dodge)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:kaydoke

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (7 lethal)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:soaked 3.BIC:* A few of his wounds heal up unnaturally, though not enough. A howl for succor is cut short as Flea's teeth tear into his throat, dropping the thing that is debateably wolf. His blood has that foul taste to it once more*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *She blinks....Gently noses the side of his head.....Ears flicking back...*

Greg (trial PR):  *no movements... no motions.... not undead. completely dead. Hunts appears on the hillside within a few minutes, drawn by the howl*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Doh....*Smacks forhead*) *Whines softly....Looks up at Hunts......Snarling at him with a vengence...*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Ahhh, now I 'memeber *L* Howls and Hunts were gettin me confused kind but I got it *Brown moment*)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:okay.. so NOT snarling at Hunts, right?

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Whineing when she notes howls dead, snarling at Hunts if he is on the hill and in her veiw)

Greg (trial PR): OOC:Hunts is the she. the omega one that came to Treads' aid a while back

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Oh yeah, well delete the snarling *L*) *Just looks up at Hunts....Ears laid flat...*

Greg (trial PR): *Hunts looks on silently, unmoving and very unsure of what's going on... watches Flea for an action of some sort*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Whines, gently noseing Howls...Unsure how to tell the wolf...Then turns and puts her nose to the ground, sniffing for Kills scent with a vengance....*

Greg (trial PR): OOC:sorry I'm being slow. It'll pass in a few more minutes. BIC:*Howls makes no movements. Kill's scent simply... dissapears less than a foot from Howls. Moments later Hunts begins to approach cautiously*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Sits, whineing...Then looks at Hunts* ~ws~Did you by chance pass Kills the Weak?

Greg (trial PR): *Hunts approaches a bit more, looking from Howls to Flea* ~ws~ Kills-Weak-First... unnatural now. avoid. *whines towards Howls* ~ws~ Howls-Beneath-Land hurt?

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Whines* ~ws~Yes. Kills Weak First hurt him, he couldnt live any more like he was...Unnatural. If any thing you know about Kills that could be of use, can you tell me?

Greg (trial PR): *Hunts throws her head back and emits a piercing, shrill howl that waves and warbles slightly... calling out Treads-falling-Ice's name... backs slightly away from Flea* ~ws~ you are not one of us either...

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Ears lay back more.....Tail tucking...* ~ws~Kills The Weak is unnatural, he was makeing Hunts Beanth Land like him.....*Not moveing after her...Knowing its true...*

Greg (trial PR): *Hunts backs away enough that she could sprint for escape safely, pacing with her eyes and ears on Flea.... minutes pass as Treads appears upon the ridge.... massive and impressive in the growing dawn* Hunts)~ws~ and you have slain Howls... you claim to be one of us.. feign weakness when not. *Treads makes his way down, ears perked and looking to Howls, seemingly unbothered by his death, eyes locking onto Flea*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *She ponders running.....Unsure...She watches Treads....Wishing they could understand.....*

Greg (trial PR): *Treads approaches dominantly, Hunts slipping into step beside him, circling to Flea's flank/rear when he pulls to her (flea's) flank. He scents her a moment, an inordinate amount of understanding behind his eyes. Long tense moments pass without a single word as he circles and scents*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Lets him circle....Afraid to run.....Afraid to stay...Just sits with ears back and tail tucked*

Greg (trial PR):  *Treads lunges into her face, snapping just short of her snout* ~ws~ not wolf and not great-wolf.... unnatural. Not like Kills-the-Weak. Where do you stand,newcomer?

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Tenseing...Ready to run..* ~ws~....Stand? *Unsure what he means...*

Greg (trial PR): *growls in irritation* ~ws~ Alpha fears you, yet you play weak. Hunts fears you... Kills.... uncomfortable with you. I do not fear you. do not understand why they do. you are not one of us... why do you run with us if not wolf and not great wolf?

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Tenseing more...Like a spring...* ~ws~I am helping...I dont mean...To scare I just want to help....Unnatural bad, like Kills Weak First...Cant explain....

Greg (trial PR):  *snaps again, hackles raised as Hunts joins in the growling* ~ws~ you not natural either... lost among home *flicks an ear indicating the wilderness, a lose translation being that she seems to lack instincts that relate to where she should be most comfortable* Will not have pack destroyed by Kills, not by you....*snarls* Explain or be gone.

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Winces* ~ws~I do not mean to destroy...I leave before I do....I am mighty wolf from far, sent to save from Kills Weak First...He used Howls to live, made Howls his slave....Make bad, like him....*..Has lost her instincts...No knows this...Lowers her head some, looking defeated...*

Greg (trial PR):  *snaps again* ~ws~ do not claim to be wolf...*sniffs her again* the others fear to say, but I do not fear. You arrived. you smelled of *snorts* taint of ape. you do not act like wolf. You act weak when could dominate even alpha-Red-Ear-Hoof-Breaker. You watch pack as if prey. you stalk pack as if hunting. *snarls* Howls changed... would have killed self if Flea-Bitten-Mongrel *snarl of disdain at her name* had not.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Lowers her head, sinking to the ground slowly...* ~ws~You no understand, even if I did say...

Greg (trial PR): *Snarls angrily, bearing down on her* ~ws~ speak! Speak or die... too much unnatural here!

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Winces...Dosent want to hurt him...* ~ws~Bond by Honor...

Greg (trial PR): *growls again* ~ws~ explain! what are you?!

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Sinking as far as she can* ~ws~Garou..

Greg (trial PR): *instant change comes over him... Hunts takes a few steps back and immediately takes a submissive stance. Treads backs away a pace, taking a stance more as an equal, though wary in the extreme* ~ws~ you do not act as such. act weak. act submissive. Much like Kills-Weak-First.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Ears perk....Slowly* ~ws~I need to....Kills Weak First is no wolf....

Greg (trial PR): ~ws~ nor is Flea-Bitten-Mongrel-great-wolf... do not seem as Great-Wolf...

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Ears flick back* ~ws~I am...But I am bound by honor to not shift until I find Kills Weak First and....*Whines..*

Greg (trial PR): ~ws~ and?

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *...Thinks, can put it no other way* ~ws~Kill...He has to be killed....Then maybe the pack can live in peace...When my job is done, I will also leave...

Greg (trial PR):  *growls a bit uneasily, taking a step away, Hunts slipping around to join him* ~ws~ if you do not, I will. *without another word, Treads slips into the morning light and is gone, Hunts following quickly after the only one with the balls to stand up, talk down to and threaten a garou*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Ears perk and she stands....She will....When she can find the bastard...Sniffs the air again...*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Wanna pause here?)

Greg (trial PR): *no change... Kill's scent simply dissapears. doesn't dissipate, simply goes AWOL*

Greg (trial PR): OOC:yeah. perfect place for it.

---end aarchive----

----Begin Archive----

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  (*L* Okay) *No scent...Moves about the clearing, looking for tracks...Starting from the ones from when Kills entered to the place he was last scene*

The Greg:  *the tracks fade into the falling snow, the scent leading back to where they had came from.... though its not doubled back. His scent leads to the spot she'd slain Howls-Beneath-Earth*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Ears part...Confused...Lets out a whine and glances off towards where the sun will be comeing up...Moves to just outside the clearing and lies down, curling up to sleep...Knowing its probally not safe to return to the pack. During the day, she merely dozes, to afraid to fully sleep lest the pack come and slay her....Thinking shes finally lost Kills, the coward probally was on to her and ran...*

The Greg:  *as the day wears on, scents of prey catch on the wind, sometimes close, sometimes far... the scents of the pack pass by at one point, though for some reason pass on by without pausing to check.. possibly through an action of Treads-Fallen-Ice or Hunts-Brown-Grass... the winds pick up, biting through the thick fur coat on occasion, though the lupus form far more able to withstand the pains of the northern hazzards than a furless homid form.* OOC:how long's she going to stay there?

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  (Probally all day to rest and see if Kills passes through the clearing to return to the pack *L* Dont think she has any way to track him)

The Greg: OOC:so no preperations while she waits? just remaining on guard?

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Yup *Nods* And if he does passes through, the challange was to go to homid, right?)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (And if its homid, shes likely to eye for a stick *L* To use as a club, hopefully)

The Greg: OOC:yeah, that was the challenge. okay... roll perception+Survival, diff 5

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx)

The Greg:  *just your average basic thick stick. nothing amazing, not a sharp spear or a mighty two handed log of a club, but it at least won't break after one swing.*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *And thats good enough for a gnawer...She of course drags it to her snooze and guard post, shivering at the air....Ponders what its going to be like in homid....Will so be running her ass off to get home if she makes it...*

The Greg:  *Time rolls on... the sun stretches across the sky as flea';s eyes feel the weight of sleep upon them (what's her Willpower?). The wind picks up powerfully in gusts over the next couple of hours, then dying off nearly entirely as the sky bleeds tendrils of fiery light from helios across the horizon, the clouds pinkening with a beautiful display through the needles of the evergreens. A few birds take flight, sensing something even the lupus does not*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (WP 7) *Watches the sky...Mezmorized and fighting off her sleep...Hopefully not falling into slumber at the deep beauty*

The Greg:  OOC:definately no roll to stay awake needed. BIC:*The sleepiness is ignored as easily as a sweaty roll of fat is to Bubba.* OOC:looking something up quickly

The Greg: OOC:diff 5 to hit, str as damage. It'll break if she gets more than five successes on the damage roll.

The Greg:  OOC:oh, or you can ditch the current club and search for another one. raise the diff by one if you're looking for a specific type (spear, two handed log type thing, etc)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*G* She might look for a sturdier one that would bash real well *Goes to roll*)

Flea Bitten Mongre: (3 suxx at diff 6)

The Greg: OOC:*sighs in relief* thought you got booted.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Nope, clicked the addy for the wrong dynamic room *L*)

The Greg: OOC:okay. diff 6 to wield. Str+1 bashing. not gonna break except from excessive damage.

The Greg:  *the light grows across the sky, spreading then slowly receding, coating the darkening semisphere of atmosphere above in lights like the dying embers of a hearth. a few crackles and sucking sounds draw Flea's attention to next to the corpse of Howls-Below-Earth... a black furred form begins to rise up out of the snowy earth, like a tick forcing itself from the skin of a great beast*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Buh.....Link! Blinks a few time to see she aint hallucinateing...*

The Greg:  *Kills-Weak-First pulls first one leg, then another from the ground as if it were a swamp.... his eyes glowing lambently in the pale moonlight, a black spot upon the virginal newfallen snow... his snout immediately jerks towards the corpse of Howls... ripping his hind legs free as he plows his nose into the corpse, knocking snow free of the cold fur, scenting repeatedly, then licking the wounds, hackles raised and ears layed back. Kills raises his head, a long silent pause precedes a howl of fury, anger and challenge... demanding the slayer of _his_ Beta to show himself., the howl dying short as his nostrils pick up Flea's scent, beginning a charge through the snow for her, having detected her scent on the corpse. Howls rise up from far off, the rest of the pack... The prominent voices being Red-Ear and Treads. The equivalent of a feral "Fuck You". The howls begin to approach slowly in the distance, too far away for individual barks and growls to be heard*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *Takes homid form, snatching at the stick....Ready to beat some head in, wishing she had taken head bashing lessons from Linda now...And shows herself....Half frozen already due to no clothes...And makes a homid growl at the beast...*

The Greg:  *the eyes of the beast widen and wilden as she shifts forms... to a naked club wielding human instead of a furry death beast, no less...* OOC:and roll init.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (And just for the record, does she get a Rage due to the moon yet?)

The Greg: *the eyes of the beast widen and wilden as she shifts forms... to a naked club wielding human instead of a furry death beast, no less...* OOC:and roll init.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Dice 1 + Dex 4 + Wits 3= 8...)

The Greg: OOC:yes. full rage for full moon. (approximately going on one lunar month prior to the "present" in the Junkyard)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*Nods* Gotcha)

Kills: retroactively modified through final battle. lupus stats: Str 4, Sta 6, dex 6, Brawl 2, Fortitude: 2

The Greg: OOC:1+ Dex 6+Wits 4=11. Declare.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Spliting first action for a block and club, spending 3 Rage for extra actions)

The Greg: *Kills is using a blood point to raise his wolf form Stamina to 6. Rushing to bite for Flea's leg* ((4 succ))

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  (2 suxx to block) *The same hand weilding the club twists down some in hopes to knock the jaws of guard, barely effecting its course*

The Greg: OOC: 2 agg damage.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Soaked 1, takeing 1. Her second part of the split?)

The Greg: OOC:yup

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*Wince...* Botched....*Wince*) *Hand twists up to slap him in the jaws but royally fucks that up* (*L*)

**PR Note, 1,3,1 was the roll.

The Greg: *Flea's leg being bitten screws with her rotation for the swing, sending her off balance and nearly losing her grip on the makeshift club* ((lose one action aside from this one. Leaving you with two rage actions))

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *The stick goes SMACK! into his jaw, then twists up and goes SMACK! across his head* (2 suxx, 4 bashing on first. 4 suxx, 4 bashing on the second)

The Greg: *The club pounds roughly onto the beast, though barely a flinch results from the enraged creature* OOC:soaked 4, soaked 3. roll stamina diff 8 to heal Flea's Bruise and then roll Init.

**Kill's Init 17, Flea's Init: 12

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (1 suxx on the stamina roll) (dice 5 + Dex 4 + Wits 3=12..)

The Greg: OOC:declare away

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Spliting for a block and club, spending 2 Rage *G*)

The Greg: *Kill's blood flows further through him (raising strength by one) as his jaws work faster in an attempt to draw blood* OOC:2 suxx then 2 suxx.

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  (1 suxx on the block) *Her arm swings down again to block the jaws, doing about the same as last time while the other snap preety much catches her*

The Greg: *The first bite is nearly blocked, though crashes nicely into Flea's flesh, the second bite much better* OOC: 3 agg, 4 agg

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Soaked none *Winces*)

The Greg: OOC:you can use a rage to ignore wound penalties for those two rage actions

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*Nods* Spending a Rage)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx, 1 Damage on the first. 1 suxx, 2 damage on the second)

The Greg: OOC:Soaked both... round three init.

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  (Do I spend a Rage this round or WP to ignore wounds? Because I only have 1 Rage left and she'd revert to breed form after its blown) (Dice 9 + Dex 4 + Wits 3=16...Noooooow it likes me *Cackles*)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Then its down to 2 Rage *G*)

The Greg: OOC:WP only if she's activating resist pain. Rage can be spent to ignore wounds for one entire turn.

The Greg: *Kill's declared action is a leaping bite for the throat, a death blow*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Then 1 Rage is being Spent, spliting for a Club then block)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx, 3 damage)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *The club swings for Kills jaws with a snarl...*

The Greg: *Kills soaked two.. the club once again cracks down, this time connecting decently and knocking a thunk into Kill's skull as he leaps upwards* OOC:-1 wound penalty for 2HLs down. BIC:*Kills just barely avoids connecting with a blow that would maybe have ended it for Flea*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*G* He have another action? Because I have the block...If not, can I spend a WP to change the action to another smack?)

The Greg: OOC:by all means, spend that WP

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Spent) *The club comes bashing into him as he tumbles back down from the leap*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (2 suxx, 3 damage)

The Greg: *soaked 2... another one down and Injured as blood sprays in excessive amounts from the leech's muzzle*

The Greg: OOC:Init. 11 for Kills

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Init 16 again)

The Greg: OOC:Declared action is another bite for the jugular.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (1 suxx, 2 damage on the first. 1 suxx, 0 damage on the last)

The Greg: OOC:and soaked the damage.

The Greg: OOC:one succ on the jugular shot

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (1 suxx to block)

The Greg: OOC;that's all ya needed. next round.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Dice 4 + Dex 4 + Wits 3=11...)

The Greg: OOC:17

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Got no more Rage...She faint?)

The Greg: OOC:Does she have Resist Pain?

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Nope)

The Greg: OOC:I'll allow you to spend 1 WP per turn to remain active, though with a -6 dice penalty... or you can rage roll to heal.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (Rage would probally go best...She only has 6 dice for clubing *L*)

The Greg: OOC:okay. rage away... and feel free to spend a WP for an auto succ on it. might help

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (1 suxx with WP)

The Greg: OOC:okay... shift to el Crinos, nix those pain modifiers and let this shithead try to bite.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*L*) *Her will to survive to strung...Lets her rage take over and bursts into Crinos with a bellow...Someones going to die, and shes going to make it best that it not be her*

The Greg: OOC:go figure... botched. Flea's next attack is -1 diff. BIC:*Kills lunges in for another attempted throat bite and siphon... Flea's form rips out into crinos as she frenzies, toppling the leech to the ground as her rapidly increasing bulk launches him backwards to land on his spine*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*G* Whats the diff to claw his neck?)

The Greg: OOC:Diff 6 for a claw+2 for neck, -1 due to hsi botch. diff 7

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (5 suxx and 4 agg) *As the leech falls, her claws lash out straight for his neck with a good force behind it*

The Greg: *Kills' throat sprays a nice gush as the claws rip into him (soaked 1. takes 3, dropping him to Crippled).. Next round.*

The Greg: OOC:init 15

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (18)

The Greg: *Declared action is that he's going to attempt to soak back into the ground. Uses a point of blood to try and heal*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  (1 suxx on another neck claw) *The red blood...Its like seeing darker red upon red....Lets out another bellow and her claws sweep at the same spot again*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (5 aggrevated)

The Greg: *the leech-wolf becomes a fine red mist, quickly decomposing to a half-wasted away skeleton*

The Greg: *and Flea, with no further targets, collapses... awakening in lupus a while later in searing agony from the numerous aggravated bites to her body*

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  *Clawing at the flank of the wolf until its a fine past of decomposed leech before going mid-section, tearing and flinging bits all over that clearing...Until limbs are here, tails are there...Then she falls over to get her well earned sleep...Zzzzzzz...* (*Couldnt resist*)

The Greg: *no creatures are anywhere NEAR the explosive outlet of rage, though a set of pawprints bearing Treads-Fallen-Ice's scent circled where she awakens before leaving into the wilderness with the pack he will one day become alpha of*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *And when she wakes up...Curls up and sleeps some more...*

The Greg: OOC:its not snoring... its the rattling of ribcages that've been knocked into her trachea *G*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: *And snoozes with a smile...Will remeber Treads Fallen Ice, always...*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*LMAO* That too *G* Looks like shes going to be resting a few days)

The Greg:  OOC:yeah... fast forward a bit until she's as healed as she's gonna be. Its smooth sailing back home from here on out. Unless she makes the trek back home in homid, in which case she's gonna be miserable unless she finds some clothing of some sort... but she'll live

Flea Bitten Mongrel:  (*G* Shes going in Homid and staying in the shadows on the way home, hopeing her feet dont turn black *L* Would the skull still be there? She'd take that and her nice "club" home *Cackles*)

The Greg: OOC:yup, both're retrievable. and feel free to stick in plenty of flashing the monkeys and such information. remember that a massive portion of the entire thing was just tedious and boring running to get to the location and back. Unfortunately, I can't give you renown and Exp for this, but one of the ST's will probably be getting back to you on it.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*Nods* *G* Are we playing her going back or can we hope to the JY?)

The Greg: OOC:well, I'm going to sleep, but as of now, Flea is free to be returned to the JY. I'll have Jurg in hopefully tomorrow night to talk to Flea about it. currently I'm totally drained. Lost the PR. 0 Rage, 0 Willpower, 10 Gnosleep pool. *G*

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*L* Okies, thankies and it was fun *Tucks ya in* Night, ya deserve it!)

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (And will put in a good note to the ST Team about how I enjoyed)

The Greg: OOC:*G* thanks. Hope it was worth the wait. an' gaddamnit, please get an instant messenger service of some sort. Its weird not having one. anyway... g'night, and have fun.

Flea Bitten Mongrel: (*L* Night *S*)

The Greg: actually, a lot of your remarks are in the archive I've got right now... so I'm gonna end it right now and bail. ***gone***

------end archive-----

Back | List of Archive | Next


White Wolf Publishing, Inc.
© 1990-2006

Page Credits and such:

Copyright (c) 2000-2006