Logs:Border Wars: Finale Part Two
|Border Wars: Finale Part Two|
"I hate Bale Hounds..."
|Dramatis Personae|| |
The Forsaken and the Pure are taking care of the threat For good. Part of the Border Wars plot.
Greater County Area
Tonight is the final night for the Bale Hounds, or so people are hoping. It's been a rough few weeks. While the Forsaken haven't lost anyone recently, the Pure have though. Tonight the Pure are on the other side of the forest, dealing with the last group of their own bale hounds. On this side, the Forsaken have tracked down the last group of Bale Hounds. Hopefully it's the last of them. The location is about a mile and a half away from where they were for the last fight.
Like the last time, Katharina's all dressed in black with the black scarf holding her hair bound. Her rapier has been left back at the hotel, however, the 'blooded choosing to rely solely upon the shiv she holds so near and dear to her. She moves as everyone does, keeping up with very little in the way of difficulty, her years as an athlete paying off this evening.
Bernadette is here, this time, her stoic, silent presence not particularly noteworthy from a purely visual point of view, aside from the large shotgun she's carrying. There's also a large pistol on her hip. She moves along, eyes having no difficulty whatsoever with the darkness. She isn't in denim and flannel, though. Rather, she's got something akin to riding leathers on, what passes for protective gear for her. Brown hair is pulled up tight and.. and for some reason, a pair of noseplugs are worn, cutting off her sense of smell. Which leaves the others considerably sharpened. She, too, is sticking fairly close to Levi, possibly a holdover from her job. And if she gives the new wolf an occasional odd look.. well, it's Levi. He probably did something to deserve it.
Brant skirts from shadow to shadow beneath the treecover, doing his best to blend in and avoid Mother's nearly full face. Concealment was the sniper's friend, and the less attention paid him the better. His rifle had it's bayonet fixed, and his dalu form moved with agility that belied his increased bulk.
A hulking Firebeard walks toward where the others have gathered, seemingly unarmed in his near-man form. His already gravelly voice made more so by his mouth, he greets everyone with a nod. The bracers about his wrists are alive with power, sapping whatever social tact he may usually have. Arms folded, he waits for everyone to filter in.
Levi runs in Dalu form, his marked and glyphed armor still clinging to his frame. He carries no weapons on him, but the clothes beneath the armor are utilitarian and worn. This is combat gear and he's ready to fight. He is apparently at the head of a small pack in its own right. Jackson to his left flank - Nadya somewhere behind him, Bernie to his right. He's not seeing her odd looks - yet - so he forges on. If there's something to be tracked, he's going to be at the forefront of that effort.
Javier isn't out in front of the group to meet whatever comes head on. He's in a flanking position, either arrogantly or stupidly in his Hishu form, in pants and boots that he almost certainly doesn't care about destroying.
Nadya is dressed much the same as before, wearing a leather jacket that's home to various items that she's bound to use. A quiver is slung crosswise over her body and her bow is in hand. She's with Jackson and Levi, tracking slightly behind them and just out of the way.
The large Urshul wolf who is beside Jackson is ready for another fight. He's up for another nibblin! His tail is flipped right over his back and his ears are pressed back. His claws are dug into the earth as he moves with his family. He growls as he moves. The ever grumbly Roman moves rather quickly for his size.
Kharn is out front. He is leader of none, but knows he should be on point. Do or die.
Deborah is here! In Urshul! Under a Glorious Gibbous moon! Tbe pale-furred she-wolf huffs and puffs and pants and lolls her tongue out in excitement of the battle to come. She moves quiet as a Menienna, despite her dire-wold size. For there is prey to be had.
Desmond's in his customary war-form. At the moment, that means he's wearing the over-sized and threatening look of an Urshul wolf. White fur, pristinely white in fact. It's not much for helping stealth, but Skolis-Ur's chosen rarely are the slinking at the back type.
Make that less pack-like and more like an actual Pack. Alpha, Beta and Omega makes a Murder.
The Bale Hounds know they're going to be fighting and the group is in everything ranging from Dalu to Urshul. There's not unshifted body in the group. There's a snarl as one of the front ones sees Kharn running and it would appear that it's time for the clash of the Forsaken and the Bale Hounds.
Kharn does what he does. He picks up speed as he charged at the nearest Bale Hound. He roars as he reaches back and rips the two-handed sword from the skin at his back, bringing it down hard and slicing deep through his foe's chest.
There's a very odd change in the air and seeming to step out of the darkness is a cloaked figure, for the moment, they stand towards the back and observe. Not coming forward into the fray.
While some might have qualms about shedding blood but Katharina is not one of those people. Darting in, the blooded makes a bold dash to the one Kharn stunned and stabs him, the tip of that silver blade sinking in deeply into the side of his neck. It is allowed to stay in for several seconds before it is yanked out, maybe doing more damage than it did going in, and she darts out of range, if possible.
Levi ducks left and jaunts right before he closes the distance between himself and the big Urshul wolf. The claws on his hands flash and he strikes out quickly, leaving scores of nasty cuts in the wolf's pelt. Dancing back, the armored wolf snarls his challenge.
The bale hound that was towards the back tries to slink off, but when it tries to rush past the dark figure in the back it finds itself with it's head separated from its shoulders, a bloody axe whirls and then the figure goes back to being absolutely still. Observing the fight.
Javier, unsurprisingly, is the big, dark Gauru that launches himself into the fray once chaos has already set in and started thinning out. The most tempting target to his war-lusting eyes is the unhurt Dalu, which he goes after with heavy claws, slashing from shoulder to abdomen.
Brant watches as the Bale hounds go down, and the one cut down as it tries to flee. Still, a shadowy figure in the distance isn't a higher threat than those close, so his sights return to the Urshul hound he shot earlier. Careful to avoid the equally large form of Roman, he lines up a shot that passes through the ribcage of the Bale Hound and drops it bleeding to the ground.
Levi waits until the last of them has fallen, his snarls still coming with every inhale as his chest heaves and his claws itch for more flesh. It was over so fast. The warrior glances up at the cloaked figure who speaks and when Jackson advances and questions, he stalks side by side with the other wolf. When the mention of dealing with the Hounds is brought up he spits, "Shit is wrong, we're fixing it. Next step Host," he pauses for a minute and leans over to whisper to Jackson, briefly. Bernie is back up and gasping which means he is shifting down to human and dropping to a knee to help her up, "C'mon. Yer gonna have some damn sexy scars," he winks and helps the Scout to her feet again.
There's silence from Rina who is standing where she stopped her egress from the first Bale Hound she stabbed, her eyes wild and her face and hand splattere by blood. For how nasty she looks right now, she should have just gone for the guy with fang and claws like the Uratha do.
"No, I've heard of your kind. Spirit-bound types." Jackson takes a step forward. "I'm a shaman of my people. I'm glad that you were helping out our cousins. Mother's Soft Touch is currently helping her with healing," the Ithaeur turns to gesture toward the spirit that's administering healing Numen to the wolfblood. He turns back to Savitar. "My name is Jackson. Laughing Crow, they call me. Perhaps you can help us. Are there any more of these," he kicks one of the Bale Hounds with his boot, "hanging around any more? Also, have you noticed any Wounds in the Hisil?"
The Deborah-wolf becomes a Deborah-Woman, dressed in her version of battle rattle. Weighted gloves for pounding, armored jacket for tanking, BDU pants for all those pockets, swat boots for SWAG, and escrima sticks on her hips. There is the spirit buddy healing the 'blooded, so she scoots over there. "Take some of my strength," she offers, raking her palm with nail-claws to press a bloody handprint onto Bernie's shoulder. Gifting some of her Essence to the spirit in turn.
Bernadette gives Levi a look that is distracted, but still somehow almost comically baffled. In fact, it's a look akin to earlier ones. Still, she does lean on her boss, panting, and turns her eyes upon Nadya. And she smiles. She's, evidently, more showy in her emotions when hurt. One hand - one bloody hand - pats at the other blooded's shoulder, but she shakes her head, and points to herself. Whatever that meant. Then, she just lets the hand drop, lets her head drop, and more or less just pants quietly. Others can deal with the Warden, evidently. Bern's done for now.
Uratha essence is typically not as tasty as other kinds, but Mother's Soft Touch is certainly not one to pass up the offer of Essence. It takes it from Deborah and, in the Hisil if anyone can see past the Gauntlet, the spirit gives a slight bow. There's a bit of a rattle in the trees and the shadows seem to deepen around them for a moment, allowing the light of the moon to shine a bit brighter down upon the group. The Forsaken feel a sense of emotional well-being, a kind of thank you from the spirit as it flexes its influence given to it by Luna. It continues to look over Bernadette, checking to make sure that she's safe and healed through the haze of the Gauntlet.
"Nice to meet you all." Savitar nods to them. The man wasn't going to be threatening anyone. "I've killed four of them on my own, Rowan has killed one that crossed into Hanging Hills. None have been seen in Fallcoast proper. This was the last six of them except for the two Blackheart and his pack are taking care of." he tells them. "As for Wounds. There's one closer to the mountain that I know of. You'll want to talk to Wendigo." he states grimly.
"Well, probably a good idea, yeah." Jackson glances mountain-ward for a moment, then looks back to the group. "Is everyone okay? Did anyone take any severe damage that requires me to use my Rites?" He looks back to Savitar. "Thank you for the assistance, Savitar. It's good to know that we've allies among your kind. I need to tend to my kind, and we'll work on closing those wounds created. I'd also like to apologize to your Patron through you regarding the Bale Hounds. We should have killed these things faster. But time's a flat circle and a series of nows, so it looks like this was meant to be." He shakes his head. "Anyway, thank you again." And he turns back to head toward the other Uratha and Uragarum.