Logs:Border Wars: The Party Crashers
|Border Wars: The Party Crashers|
|Dramatis Personae|| |
Woods of Hanging Hills
Friday night had come finally. The scouts had came back with valuable information that was no doubt going to vital for the wolves that had decided to come past the boundary of where Forsaken territory ends and Pure territory begins. There's a plan, or at least one would hope there is a plan as they set out.
The new moon doesn't hold any light for the group as they go, but most of them don't have to worry about things like that. It's not too long before they are trudging up to the boundary that's been marked by large rocks and now there's even a few traces of blood that they can smell.
Evelyn is here, along with the rest of her pack. The little Goth is, however, not dressed quite so gothly, save that what she wears -is- black. The bulletproof clothing she wears covers her from neck to wrists to ankles, the bottoms tucked into a pair of combat boots that come halfway up her calves. Her dark hair is gathered up in a knot at the nape of her neck to keep it from her eyes, and she's armed. A shotgun is slung on her back with a strap, and a rapier, of all unlikely things, is worn at her left hip. Finally, the silver chain of her amulet shows at her neck, though the relic pendant itself is tucked under the shirt so that it touches skin. Thusly kitted out, the wolfblood moves with the pack, staying close to Kharn's side for now.
Ashley can't see jack in the dark. As Evelyn is dark and outfitted, so is the other Wolfblood. She's wearing nifty black cat burglar like thief clothing and a pair of black combat boots. These all look well worn as if they've had use before. She's not all pink, all the time, but you can guess she'd rather wear rainbows than darkness. As they get to the rocks, she's also staying somewhere near Eve. That dark no moon, makes her pull on a pair of goggles that look like a ski mask. The frames are grey lensed and those in the know may realize she is setting up tech for night vision. ESS Eyewear proficient. To her, the terrain ends up with a soft glow so she can now see her packmates. At her side is a strapped pistol holster and for protection she has hidden beneath her coat a bit of kevlar strapped to her chest.
Under her moon (or lack there of) Ginger has fallen into her arguably more comfortable, wolf skin. While some are anxious or restless at their time of the month, the Irraka is calm and focused. Next to her brother's and sisters she's tiny but that is it's own advantage in the almost perfect silence of her nimble movements and the way she seems to slip the eye easily in the wake of the larger, more imposing beasts. Like Kaheya she drifts around the fringes of the group, sniffing, listening, watching.
Waneek's in Dalu and is eerily silent, only speaking when spoken to. No one has ever seen her this intense, the Ithaeur so focused that very little else will reach her. Glancing at Gunnar, she nods slightly as she watches him give the instructions, her body trembling slightly. Nervous. << Let me know when.>>
Kuthgurim arrives with Evelyn, wearking a dark grey pair of firehose pants and a black T-shirt, that is in stark contrast to his pale skin and beard. There's less fire, of course, because the moon is dark this evening. As Gunnar speaks to Gunnar, he nods and says to the group as a whole, "Ginger, come scout for me. The bloods have shotguns, good for defense and they are not as adept in the dark. Roman, with me as well." He doesn't have his Klaive drawn, but the big Dalu speaks to his Alpha with a bit more authority than he has, "Take care of them."
At the front of the group is the massive dire timber wolf of grey-silver fur, thick for winter climes. Hopefully Ashley looks the other way. As they cross the boarder into Pure territory, the Alpha stops and turns to face the pack and gives them a quick reminder of their jobs tonight. He rumbles, voice and body language passing on his thoughts, << Kharn, you will pick two and patrol the outskirts of the area where the Anshega are doing their contests. Find one or two stragglers who you can take easily and maim them. Then place them somewhere they will be found. When all hell breaks loose make them get found, with a distraction if you must.>> He turns to Waneek and growls low, << We will defend Waneek while she summons spirits of Anger and discord, binding them to her will and send them to sow dissent amoung the Pure. We want them to fight and fracture. >>
Ginger's head lifts, her ear twitching towards Kharn. She peels off quickens her steps to prowl ahead of the group, her frame quickly swollowed by the shadows.
The massive dark grey wolf that is the Aussie Roman, nods his head to his Alpha and then stares at Kharn before he moves to where he should be. Each paw digging in. His tail flipped up and over his back. His eyes narrow and his breathing careful. He's prepared.
Evelyn reaches out to touch Kharn's hand once, then slips away from his side, and closer to that of Ashley. As that border is crossed, she reaches to pull her shotgun from where it rests on her back, checking it briefly. She's definitely squinting, and giving Ashley's night vision gear a somewhat envious look.
The Meninna looks a little anxious when Kharn doesn't choose him to go and rough up stranglers. Damn. But Nu'tuk Romrr takes it in stride. The black wolf continues to scout out a perimeter around where Gunnar, Waneek, Ashely, and Evelyn are while Kharn, Roman, and Ginger will split off. Kaheya is alert and silent as he moves carefully around the area of the rocks, watchful.
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Ashley gives Evelyn the thumbs up. It's silent, but she does point two fingers in front of her to point out Roman if they have to veer his way as Kharn most likely will be in the thick of things shortly enough. They'll have to stay near one of the packmates when the directions come in. And of course, she grins wildly, at the sight of Eve's shotgun. Oh hell yeah! She pats the firearm at her side too, but it's a wee bit smaller. Perhaps she's envious now of the bigger gun. Toys, gotta luv'm. Her gaze moves back to watch carefully soon enough. All serious now.
The Ithaeur comes closer to where Gunnar is and nods slowly, her awareness being pulled inward. Golden eyes closing, she lifts her chin and howls, her cry lifted towards the Hisil. The call is for a spirit of discord, asking for its presence, its help. This lasts for as long as it needs to.
Kuthgurim nods and goes to stand by Evelyn. He relays the First Tongue to the Wolf bloods, "Change in plan. When Waneek summons the spirit, the Pure will hear it and try to stop the ritual. We stand and fight when they do." The big Dalu reaches over his shoulder and draws Shar'suthar from his skin sheath. The mind-tingling humm of her lust for blood fills the area. Nothing that will cause too much discomfort, just an itch to fight.
Turning towards her mate, Evelyn listens when Kharn translates the new plan and nods. Violet eyes flick over to his klaive as it is drawn, and she shivers a bit, her eyes growing slightly more intense as she tightens her grip on her gun. "If it gets too frenzied, I'll pull out my claws. Until then, I'll do my best to shoot."
Ginger keeps her post, all senses on alert as the ritual goes on.
Roman walks into the shadows and crouches behind a tree.
While Waneek prepares for the rite, the huge dire-timberwolf stalks around the area, keeping ears alert and nose sniffing the air. When Waneek begins her rite, he gives a low rumble, "Tell the blooded to find places to hide. Ginger and Kaheya be ready for ambush.
Evelyn nods once to Ashley, and then the little Goth turns on her heel, ghosting off through the darkness after her friend to take her place in the bushes. She settles on one knee, shotgun up and braced against her shoulder, peering out and waiting for something to possibly shoot at.
Ginger is perfectly still at her post, watching, listening smelling. The smallest of the wolves waits away from the rest, frozen in her crouch.
Roman turns his eyes towards noises and he crouches down into the darkness further and he keeps himself low and hidden as much as possible.
Kaheya lays low, not moving a hair where he lays, watchful and listening. His senses are trained on those who approach, ready to leap out and defend his sister as Waneek performs the rite she and Gunner planned. This isn't exactly what the /Meninna/ had in mind for them to do tonight but ... the black wolf stays as concealed as he may, hidden and using Feet of Mist to help mask himself. Let the Anshega be lured in by Waneek and the glowing pair of Rahu. He is ready to buy what time the ritual requires.
Ginger sinks further into her crouch, closer to the ground, planning to let them pass her if possible, then ambush from behind like a good Irraka.
Hearing the sound of the approach, Evelyn turns her gaze - and the barrel of that shotgun - in that direction. Her eyes narrow, though at this point, she can see a -lot- better. She might soon wish she couldn't, depending on what comes charging out at them.
Ashley makes sure the Wolfbloods are in position not to hit anyone in the pack, if they fire off rounds. The angle is to protect Waneek from within the hiding position, the brush and winter branches holding some kind of hidden protection. It's not perfect, but it will have to do. Her own gaze is off the glowing Wolves, to not obscure her own night vision.
Ashley lifts her firearm to aim.
There's a moment where all goes silent and then bodies start busting through the trees and the underbrush. Three are in Urshul and all are colored like the night, but what little light is in the forest makes the eyes glow. The other four that appear are in Urhan and Dalu. But they came prepared for whatever is doing the howling out here. There's a chorus of snarls and snaps that fill the air as they draw closer now, within range of the guns. Almost in range of hand to hand.
There's a howl that rings out from one of the wolves that came in. Probably calling for more troops. There was a huge meeting scheduled tonight. But that was interrupted. Two break off and go after Kharn once he's done cleaving into their brother. One gets a hold of him, but doesn't leave much of a mark.
Then something turns it's eyes to Gunnar. The massive silvery white wolf heading straight for the Alpha and jaws open wide as it snaps down into his flesh and fur, almost cracking bones. It hurts alright. Badly. Thankfully the big wolf is able to keep his composure and not give into Kuruth.
One of the better hits of the evening is landed when Kaheya bites into someone that wasn't even expecting it! The wolf rounds on Kaheya and snaps it jaws one before going in for a similarly painful bite on the Cahalith's flank. Eye for an eye. Rump for a rump.
Or pissed of Predator Kings.
Kaheya get's the feeling along with the others that this might mean death for more than one of his pack tonight if they don't retreat. There will be other days to fight.
There's a howl that breaks loose as one of the huge Werewolves breaks the treeline, hitting one of the smaller trees with enough force to snap it to the side. The man shifts down from Gauru when he sees the scene in front of him. "ENOUGH!!!" he bellows. And it's like the Pure just kinda tense up. The ones that were fighting withdraw from the Forsaken and start to slink back. The man is covered in scars and dirt, but he has a raw presence that clearly states he's an elder.
"Take your wounded and be gone. If anyone else attacks I'll let them have you here and now. I'm giving you a gift at this moment." he tells the Forsaken.
Ginger backs up slowly, the taste of blood in her mouth, but rather than fury her amber eyes are as empty as the moon above. Her body is deliberately positioned between the pure and the bloods, not moving forwards or back until she's sure Ashe and Eve (and her wounded pack mates) and moving towards safety. Her nostils flare, soaking up the scents of the pure while she lingers, ready to move and intercept any attacks from either side if necessary.
It's her own Beta that Ashley hears first with his yell. The words, Run, still ringing in her ears next echoed by Evelyn at her side. She bolts! That loud noise crashing in seems to be coming down in and around them, and it makes her want to pick up her feet all that much faster to retreat. That cold air hits her lungs and if Evelyn wavers at all running through the dark, she'll move ahead slightly so she can lead at a slight advantage with the NVG.
Gunnar backs him up, and Kharn as well and that's good enough for Kaheya. He moves to try and get clear of the Anshega and turns sharply when the THING comes crashing into their space. He's positioned his body between it and Waneek in an attempt to shield her, his side bloody slick where his black pelt has been ripped. When it's evident that the huge elder isn't barreling on top of them, Kaheya goes to urge his sister to fall back, golden eyes seeking for Ashley and Evelyn to make sure they are retreating. Are any of their pack too sorely wounded to do so?
Tides of Blood doesn't attack again....his muzzle is already dripping blood as he stands at the front when the big MOFO comes out and bellows. You can be sure that even the dire wolf is taking care as he waits for his pack to move away to safety. His golden eyes watch the Pure, especially the apparent elder and it isn't until his pack have all turned to go and put a little distance that he bows his head slightly and begins to back away...getting out of there.
Roman has a Pure on either side of him that he's been dodging but he doesn't move at all. The wolf refuses to move as well. His alpha isn't gone and he will wait until Gunnar is heading out before he backs up and moves after him. He's getting out of there quickly too. He wants nothing to do with this fight.
The battle lust is not so much that Kuthgurim can't stay his blade. As the Elder comes through the treeline, he steps back into a defensive posture next to his Alpha. His blade isn't put away, but it's not as if he plans to attack. When Gunnar bows, Kharn would follow him and run after the Wolfbloods that have likely made some progress into the woods.
Ginger does not shift down, she waits firmly playing wall until she's sure the violence is haulted. Once the pack and bloods start to fall back she starts to back up. It's slow and deliberate movement on her part, her gaze locked on the one that declared that they may leave, the alpha they likely made tonight.
Kaheya sees his sister is disoriented so he quickly shifts from urshul to Dalu. He reaches his hands out and instead of helping her to fall back, he simply picks her up and starts moving. The Cahalith spares a look back to make certain the Anshega aren't coming at his back and without fear, but with due caution, he carries Waneek to fall back with their pack.
The silver haired man that had called an end to thing doesn't move and none of the Pure seem to be wanting to dare to call his bluff on things. They start to stalk back into the darkness of the woods. The only thing that can be seen is the flash of their eyes before the turn and bound back towards their camp. Blood had been shed this night, but no one died.