Place : Bawn: Western Forest
Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (13% full).
Weather : Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 69 degrees Fahrenheit (20 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.24 and falling, and the relative humidity is 48 percent. The dewpoint is 49 degrees Fahrenheit (9 degrees Celsius.)
Bawn: Western Forest(#3018RA)
Tall Sitka spruce and sequoia crowd around and above you. Many of the
trees are old, their branches twisted into impossible shapes, trunks
broad and draped with lichen, mosses and creepers. Tendrils of moss
hand down from them like green spiderwebs, snaring the unwary with
cold, ghostly fingers. The patches of younger growth are dense and
pale, needles tinged with silver. Matted undergrowth huddles sullenly
in the occasional small clearings, clutching with thorns and burrs at
the legs of those who would pass. Deer seldom venture here, but the
forest is full of rustlings, and tiny glints from wary, watchful eyes.
The forest spreads out to the east, bounded on the west by Sunrise Road. From farther to the west, one can occasionally hear the distant sounds of the town of Kent's Crossing.
Just past noon and a little bit of fog cover, a perfect time for cub to be out wandering the bawn. Well, not wandering the bawn so much as taking advantage of newly given permission to sniff things out within sight of the Farmhouse. No-Fuss, IE Andy, looking particularly Fangtastic in poise and posture, does manage to give the cub hint away when found occasionally tripping over things and getting his fur snagged in particularly unhappy shrubbery.
Moving as silently as she can from the northeast is Snaps-Leashes. Her head is tucked low and her shoulders move with an easy rhythmn as she tries to follow the not so familiar scent. No bark of greeting is given as she plays this game of seek. While she attempts silence, the thawing ground and the leaf cover from late autumn do betray her sneaky approach.
There's a petulant frown on the face of the brown-haired girl, who's wandering aimlessly, kicking at bits of undergrowth, looking under logs and generally searching haphazardly through this bit of the forest. Oblivious to anything around her, she stops in the middle of a small bare patch and folds her arms across her chest. "I can't believe it's happened again! There's no way it's come this fucking far." she says, kicking the ground with annoyance, spreading a small cloud of dirt and forest-floor-debris. "Fucking sport. Fucking stupid arrows. Fucking stupid targets."
No-Fuss, realizing he's been spotted by something else, somewhere, freezes. He can hear it, but so far can't see who's approaching. Subconsciously his tail drops and stiffens, ears perk up, and he lifts his head to get a bit of a better view over the low shrubbery. His concentration on his proverbial target however is broken, by the generally loud and non-stealthy human. Just what he needs. A few steps are taken with carefully but not exactly perfectly placed paws and he hunches down again, flank rustling a bush as he attempts to vanish into the underbrush.
Snaps-Leashes perks her ears up at the growly human voice. She leaps up out of cover then and gives a bark out of caution; she simply does not want to upset an upset person more. She bounds through the trees then, having temporarily forgotten about the 'prey' she was stalking and stops just within sight distance of the Fury. Her head cants to the side in a look of pure innocence.
KL, lost in her own little world, turns to leave, then catches sight of the lupus Garou and starts. "Fuck!" she exclaims, looking round to see if there are any other forms about. She waves at the wolf cheerfully - her anger of moments before forgotten.
No-Fuss quite literally hops. The cub for just a moment explodes from the brushline, over the top of something, and hauls ass for a moment. He then stops, about ten or fifteen yards from either of the two in a triangular sort of pattern, and stands in a smaller clear spot, looking back and forth between the two. After another moment he turns to face KL, still looking but not yet moving, and coming to the realization that this is likely just a couple more Garou he doesn't know yet.
Snaps-Leashes startles at the expletive and cowers down for just a moment. When the tension leaves the Fury, the wolf trots up and wiggles her tail in response to the hand wave. Her steps become bolder as she moves all the way to gingerly push her nose out and start sniffing the other. The scent is oddly familiar, but not wholly recognized yet. The other wolf is given a faint glance as well, as if curious about whether he will come forward or not.
"Heya." KL says to the wolf in front of her. She looks around carefully, seeing No-Fuss for the first time. She waves at No-Fuss, in the same way as before, then continues her examination of the forest. Satisfied that she is unwatched, her expression hardens to one of concentraion, then her form blurs and shifts, as she runs quickly through the forms until she rests in lupus.
No-Fuss's guard seems to come down a little, and his expression turns more to curiousity. In that he begins a slow approach, not even fully walking so much as carefully stepping through the brush and trees. After several moments his creep becomes a walk, his tail streaming out genially behind him in no particular manner.
Snaps-Leashes gives the other wolf a better sniffing now that she is in a form more acceptable to sniff. Her posture is very polite, her tail maintaining a less than top-dog position and her ears flicking back and forth. She licks noisily at her muzzle and then turns to glance at the approaching wolf. Almost without thought, she takes a half step back and her posture shifts again to being rather respectful.
Escapes (KL) inspects the nearby wolf with a hint of disdain. The message she's receiving from Snaps-Leashes suggests that she is likely to be the dominant one here. She turns her head to stare directly at No-Fuss, tail raised challengingly.
No-Fuss doesn't seem to be feeling particularly agressive today. However he does bring a halt to his approach and eye the Fury. He's not about to be getting in any fights today, however the Fang in him keeps him from allowing his noble, if middle of the road attitude wise posture from dropping. He's not in the mood to be stepped on by a stranger, really. A stiffening of the tail and a brief huff gets the message across before he turns and heads in the opposite direction. Fine then, be that way. I've got other things to be doing anyway.
Snaps-Leashes cants her head at the others departure, and with the Fury at her side, is even so bold as to leap forward with a playful chuff- as if she were the one chasing him off in her imagination. Her tail wiggles a little as she turns back to face the other female wolf, playful eyes pleading for some play time.
Escapes lets her tongue loll from her mouth in laughter at the antics of the Bone-Gnawer. Eyes settling on the retreating form of the Silver Fang, she flicks an ear in a gesture of dismissal. Quite the little-miss-in-charge today.
No-Fuss pauses on his way out, turning his head and snorting once, hackles just a little bit pricked up. Only to continue on his way, the proverbial cold shoulder is given, lupus style. Extra care is given, and he dissappears into the fog and underbrush in as close to perfect silence as a near-rite cub can get, or at least as close as he can.
Snaps-Leashes starts a bit as she is caught and hurriedly trots herself behind the Fury. Once back there, she gives another anxious little chuff, Play play!
A shaggy wolf of average size, with a long narrow tail. The coat is definately a brown, but there are tints of grey and tan in there as well. Large, alert eyes take in her surroundings as her tail bobs back and forth. She does not carry herself proud and tall, rather, her posture is often one seeking play.
Still laughing, KL turns and nips playfully at the rear of the shaggy brown wolf. Run, then. See if you can get away. Her ears flick in anticipation of proper exercise.
Snaps-Leashes lets out a yip and shimmies her hind end before taking off into a mad scramble. She leaps over invisible things for no apparent reason and hurries to get away from her chaser. Her tail swishes back and forth with enjoyment, and to keep from getting it nipped.
The Black Fury takes off after the Bone-Gnawer, a direct black arrow to the randomly leaping Bone-Gnawer. Escapes keeps herself a distance behind, occasionally closing to snap her teeth just behind Snaps' back legs, occasionally dropping back further.
Snaps-Leashes wiggles and barks cheerfully, skittering this way and that until finally she comes to a stop and turns to bat her paws at the other.
Taken somewhat by surprise, Escapes stops in a spray of debris, paws digging little trails in the dirt. She lifts a paw to cuff the Bone-Gnawer lightly in return, a play-growl escaping from her throat.
Snaps-Leashes gives a snarl and wriggles her way towards the other, shoulder bumping and nipping when she can get close enough. This proves to be difficult since her tactic seems to be more focused on ducking, cowering and dodging the other wolf - but she gets at least a few attempts in, until finally she drops down and onto her side, rolling to her back to paw upwards.
Escapes' tongue lolls out again, and she paws at the other Garou's stomach. Silly wolf. Still, the run was good, no?
Snaps-Leashes licks at her muzzle and snorts out a puff of air before rolling back up to her paws and giving her mane a shake. Yes! Thank you! Her nose comes up to offer a nuzzle of gratitude before she backs up a step and begins her shifting back to homid. Once there, she stretches her arms out, "Hey thanks, I think we met before, but under not as hot circumstances. KL, right?"
Escapes matches the shift, twisting her shoulders to get what are probably imaginary kinks out. "Oh. Yeah. Joey, wasn't it?" she says, finally recognising the Gnawer for definite. "I thought the scent was familiar, but this form's" she gestures at her body, "rubbish at stuff like that. What you doing all the way out here?"
"Cleaning up, and hopefully toughening up. Stacey is working with me on the fightin' kinda stuff, and I was just out stalking that other wolf before I heard you." She looks back in the distance to where they started the run. "What got ya so upset?" asks Joey quietly.
KL laughs, and looks embarrassed, her cheeks colouring into a blush. "Look. Um... what do you know about Black Furies?" she says, kicking lightly at the ground with the tip of one toe.
Snaps-Leashes looks up and places a finger to her lips, concentrating. "That if I were getting razzed on by White Bear, you'd probably come to my defense just because he is a tool. And that Olga packs with yer Elder, and that yer all really tough chicks." She folds her arms behind her back very loosely, "Did I miss anything important?"
"On one level, no. On another level...um..." KL replies, grinning. "We come, originally, from Greece. And there are certain things that go along with being a Black Fury. And one of them is archery. We are the arrows of the G..." She pauses. "Kind of of Gaia. I was practicing. But I'm _rubbish_ at it."
Joey ohs and gives a suddenly all knowing nod. "I got it. So you shot an arrow and it went all cockeyed and ya lost it. Want me to help ya find it? And hey, can only Furies learn how to shoot? That sounds kinda cool." She bites at her lip and grins widely then, lifting up her arm to 'make am muscle'. "It'd be cool to hurt thing from far away, since my huge muscles get in the way up close." Which of course, translates to: 'I am a wuss, keep me away from the fray.'
"There was a freak wind gust." KL says firmly. "And it got a little away from me." She grins. "Yeah, you can have a go. There are some targets and stuff back at the Fury house." She starts walking back in that direction. "I don't know about finding the arrow though. I looked pretty well."
Joey hmms at that, "Is it a big deal if you lose one? Or not really. And you really mean we can go back and you'll let me try?" The girl absolutely brightens at this and her feet strain to keep planted and not launch into the air with excitement.
"I don't see why not. No, it's probably not that big a deal if I lose them, but they're not really mine." KL says, with a shrug. "And I'd have to go into town and buy some more, and I don't have much money. It's not like you can do yourself much damage, and no-one ever comes out to the house."
Joey bites at her lip and nods then, "Ok, awesome. And I'll find your arrow, and any others you've lost if there are others. Sorta like, in payment for letting me try." She hops a few paces forward now, as if her wolven antics could be played out on two legs, though it just doesn't look as cute.
KL grins. "You can do that? I mean, there might be loads out there. There could have been thousands of Furies firing millions of arrows for decades." She rolls her eyes with the exaggeration. "You could be fetching arrows for weeks." A distance that took no time at all to run in Lupus is taking a lot longer to walk back in homid, unsurprisingly.
Joey laughs, "I meant you, or whoever else has shot in the past few days. Just the ones that are still in arrow like shape." She too rolls her eyes, quickly getting chummy with the Fury. "So is it hard? I've never shot a bow before."
"Loosing an arrow isn't hard at all." KL says, with an airy wave of her hand. "Hitting what you're aiming at? Now _that's_ tricky."
Joey grins at this and gives a big nod, "Yah, better make sure to stand clear of me for a few rounds. Who knows where I'll hit." She takes in a deep breath and lets it out in a content sigh as she walks alongside of the other.
"It's not me I'm worried about." the Black Fury replies. "It's something that can't heal itself easily. Like a plate. Or a window. Or old Mr Jones who works down the lane."
Joey laughs aloud and then claps a hand over her mouth. "Well, you can help me aim until I get the hang of it." She grins and shakes her head, smiling as they walk back to give this whole thing a literal shot.