Logs:Border Wars: Finale Part One
|Border Wars: Finale Part One|
|Dramatis Personae|| |
The Forsaken and the Pure are taking care of the threat. Part of the Border Wars plot.
One of the Pure Twins had contacted Ishmael and from there, the Tur caretaker had contacted others. The people that are here are the ones that could get to the Greater County Area on such short notice. Ishmael had stated that others should be brought in, so phone trees are a thing.
It's a warm and overcast night and the moon keeps peeking out every once and awhile. As the group draws closer to their destination, they can hear the howls of other Werewolves in the distance and these are ones that have been heard before. They are those of Blackheart, Huginn and Muninn.
Jackson is currently in his Dalu form, a shotgun which has a grip that's significantly larger than it otherwise should be - to fit his hand, most likely due to the Rite of Dedication - leaning against his shoulder. The Ithaeur moves alongside Nadya. In Dalu, Laughing Crow's hair is a bit more coarse, darker, with strands of black among the brown from his Hishu. The usual stubble is turned into a set of muttonchops and connected beard in black near-fur that hugs against his jaw. He taps the gun with his elongated fingernails and sniffs at the air occasionally, eyes narrowed as he follows the group of assembled Uratha and Uragarum. It's notable that he follows Brant's example with relying on weapons instead of his own fangs and talons; maybe not too strange, considering he's a werewolf preacher. Shotgun preacher, apparently. He gives a nod toward Levi and keeps up with the group nearer to him, glancing back to make sure Nadya's all right. He growls out, "Thanks," to Keith.
Desmond had been hanging back, a rear guard of the advancing expedition. But the howls give call for something else from the Rahu. In a heartbeat, the Hishu-form is shed in favor of the larger wolf. Snow colored fur bristles where skin had been, large paws digging into the earth as he moves forward towards the source of the further off howls.
Javier might be new to the area, but he'll show up to the prospect of a fight without a second thought. The Hishu Rahu is in a threadbare wife-beater and similarly worn jeans, the perfect outfit for not giving a shit if something happens to it.
Bryce creeps up in urshul form, his oversized tongue hanging out of his mouth lazily and coming up behind those in dalu. His eyes are big and green and maybe a little bit bloodshot. He keeps close to the ground and walks very slowly but something about his rhythmic steps keeps him from stealthing too well. Not that he'd want to. Everyone else seemed geared to hunt. The black urshul lies on it's belly and waits.
Levi blinks slowly at the appearance of Firebeard. His attention isn't long lived however, as Jackson and Nadya join the group making the trek out. Giving the wolf that once took him in a gruff sound of greeting. Flexing his fingers a few times he gets used to the claws that are there.
A Dalu sized Brant shape is present in the shadows, blending into the darkness with preternatural skill. A thin suit of kevlar protects his torso, and an M1 Garand rifle is held at ease across his arms, bayonet and telescopic sight both affixed and ready. He looks about at the gathered Urdaga and Uragarum, concentrating on them for a moment before moving on. Best to know what your allies look like before the battle makes it important.
The giant dark grey wolf is moving after Jackson. Roman is massive and he moves slower than he can move. His giant paws dig into the earth and push forward toward the howls. The amber eyes are focused. He has a mission and he's working with friends so he's ready to kill. He's not Oathed so he's here for murder.
Levi growls in greeting to the Omega. With Jackson and Roman in tow the fresh wolf doesn't present as a cub. A grunt comes, "We should pick up the pace, or they'll be dead when we get there." Taking his own advice Dalu Gypsy begins to take bigger strides.
The growls and howls from the Pure pack don't stop. And there are unknown ones that answer there. It would appear that there's a group now headed this way and with the speed that they are going it's going to be a pretty quick engagement. Apparently they weren't going to be getting time to prepare more than they already did this evening.
The wolfblood glances around, seeing more people she doesn't know, or recognize as is the case with the changed Levi, those she does know outnumbered by the strangers. If Kharn looks her way she ives him an upnod but Rina remains quiet otherwise, only nodding hello to anyone who might greet her. Someone has her game face on and she's very serious. The sounds are listened to intently by her.
Likewise, Jackson takes longer strides, glancing back to check for Roman. He spreads out to move to Levi's flank with Roman behind him. The shotgun is swung off his shoulder and he's holding the big police issue shotgun in both hands. He keeps his head on a swivel as he watches for any potential threats, growling low in his throat as he continues to rush forward with the swarm of Uratha and Uragarum.
The wolfman in some situations known as Keith charges forward on all fours in a unnatural display, charging into Bones with savage jaws snapping, to surprisingly little effect. There's the snapping of bones never the less to everyone's surprise.
There's only a moment of consideration before Javier is suddenly much larger and much hairier than he usually is. The dark Gauru launches himself at the stunned EatsTheFlesh, massive teeth bared, hungry for the taste of blood on his tongue and the crunch of bones in his jaws. Really hungry, evidently! Did somebody order a side of death rage?
And while there's all this fighting going down, there's a tingle that goes up the Wolfblooded's spines. There's a spirit about and that spirit is currently smacking Reads The Bones with the Heal stick. Wounds starting to close up to give the female Bale Hound a second wind.
Upon hearing the shots ring out from the others and hearing the rest clothing in, the Urshul makes a little huff upon seeing them close in with their guns and whatnot. The Urshul then runs off down the mountain as if the sounds of gunfire and the final closing in on the balehounds served as a trigger for something.
The fight so far has been bloody and brutal, and not from the Bale Hounds side either. The Forsaken are relentless with their actions and their Wolfblooded are helping them to win this fight with the head of this group down. Now they just have a fairly injured wolf, a fully healed wolf and a pesky spirit to deal with...
The giant Urshul opens his maw and chomps again! This time it's a little harder. Probably more bloody than the last as he bites deeply into her shoulder. Roman noms on her without actually swallowing. He is going to make sure she doesn't get up by the end of this.
Another go, another swipe of claws from Desmond. A bit more blood on white fur, but with it, the wolf threatening a deathraging Javier is back in human form, breathing out their last.
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As Steals the Souls falls over and breathes his last, there's an eerie feeling that seems to weigh over everyone for the moment. Then just as fast as it came on, it lifts and it feels like there is going to be an end to this madness. But not tonight. A few moments after the Forsaken finish their battle, they can hear the howls from the Pure, both joyous and mournful. It would appear that they were not so lucky in their fight tonight and lost a wolf.
Swinging the shotgun over his shoulder on its strap, Jackson reaches behind him and pulls out his police baton. With a flick of his wrist, it extends out to its full length. He looks toward Javier, then the rest of the wolves and wolfblooded. "Someone restrain him," he mentions. "And can one of you uragarum take care of business with the two on the ground?" Harmony and the Oath of the Moon must be kept, but the uragarum don't subscribe to such a thing.
Nadya stands near to the Bale Hound that's burning, a look of almost sadistic glee to her gaze. "That's what you get for attacking someone in Tur, asshole." For good measure, she draws back a foot and kicks him in the side, dislodging some of the fire so that sparks fly up into the air. "Rina? They need to be killed." The words are called out to the other blooded.