Hearing of Revel.
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flint_garouFlint goes out to the woods to visit Norman.
22 October, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (48% full).
From the general direction of Edgewood, Requiem works his way towards Coup de Grace territory, tail wagging, distracted at one point by chasing—but not actually bothering to catch—a rabbit, until the galliard gets close enough to howl. It's brief, querying if Oath-Ring is present, identifying the young Glass Walker as well.
There's something of a pause, and then a rather grumpy and sleepy reply from closer to Kent Crossing: Here. Coming. Stay at the edge.
Requiem settles at the edge of the territory near to the base of a tree, with a brief acknowledgement. Ears perked and forward, the young galliard's tail wags slowly, lazily.
It is considerably longer before the Godi limps up to the borders of his pack's land. One foreleg is crusted with dried and blackened blood, a tenuous web of new, pink flesh almost but not quite covering the bone visible through the deep gash across it. Most of the rest of him is a blotchy mess of acid burns, slicked yellow and green with ichor in places. He flops down without hunting further, simply giving a short howl to indicate his new position.
Requiem finds the Get with little trouble and then a short whine of concern, approaching carefully to lay nearby. Revel was a good fight? the galliard asks.
Nobody died except the Enemy, the Godi responds by way of an answer, and his mood could easily be taken for surly, whether that is the truth of it or not. After we got there, he adds, a little sadly. One of Chimera's children died before we arrived.
The Walker's ears splay, and he sets his head on his front paws. Requiem is sorry he was not able to go. There is sadness at the news of the chimera spirit, ears splaying further. Wanted to, but had duties came first. But it is good that the Enemy died.
Oath-Ring seems to feel no need to add to the Walker's remarks, and just waits with his head resting between—but not on—his forelegs.
Requiem settles, companionably but without too much more to add. The cliath finished making new table, new chairs, so can be out and about more. Is out and about more, because Unfettered claimed territory, the lands by the highway right outside the city, the lands by the bridge into the city.
Bad place, the Get notes, not disapprovingly. Lots to clean up.
Lots, Requiem agrees. The parts in the city that Unfettered patrols even more so, but it seemed like a good place. Lands that need a pack, the young wolf states.
Oath-Ring can find the worst humans now, the Godi says with grim satisfaction. Humans headed for the Fallen One's clutches. Humans that drive others that way. Ask. If you need to be shown.
Requiem will remember that, he replies, ears twisting forward and the briefest feral flash of teeth at some idea it brings up. The Walker bobs his head in a nod as well, additional agreement or emphasis.
Did you want something? Oath-Ring prompts after another long silence.
The Glass Walker considers, and swings his head from side to side. Wanted to come by, see Oath-Ring, hear of the battle and the Revel, the galliard states. Has done that, and should let Oath-Ring rest and heal now. There's a pause, and then in a flash of relaxed manner, Requiem carefully and very gently noses an uninjured bit of the adren's side, the puplike manner, tail wagging from one side to the other. When Oath-Ring is healed, will he teach Requiem the moot rite?
~There was a burrow to the south of the Bawn. There were banes. Silver spined bane. Silver scaled bane. Two banes that spat fire. Hydra that spat acid. It tried to make it dark but I commanded it not to.~ Slowly the Godi names those present and something of their deeds, although his recall of what each did is incomplete, being focused mostly on those nearest to Wildfire and to his own two packmates. ~I already said I'd teach you that Rite. No need to wait.~
Requiem settles to listen to the recollection of battle, attention rapt, head on his front paws. There is particular pride and his tail wags when the Godi mentions his pack alpha, ears perked and generally cheerful for the rest of the time he spends there.
22 October, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (48% full).
From the general direction of Edgewood, Requiem works his way towards Coup de Grace territory, tail wagging, distracted at one point by chasing—but not actually bothering to catch—a rabbit, until the galliard gets close enough to howl. It's brief, querying if Oath-Ring is present, identifying the young Glass Walker as well.
There's something of a pause, and then a rather grumpy and sleepy reply from closer to Kent Crossing: Here. Coming. Stay at the edge.
Requiem settles at the edge of the territory near to the base of a tree, with a brief acknowledgement. Ears perked and forward, the young galliard's tail wags slowly, lazily.
It is considerably longer before the Godi limps up to the borders of his pack's land. One foreleg is crusted with dried and blackened blood, a tenuous web of new, pink flesh almost but not quite covering the bone visible through the deep gash across it. Most of the rest of him is a blotchy mess of acid burns, slicked yellow and green with ichor in places. He flops down without hunting further, simply giving a short howl to indicate his new position.
Requiem finds the Get with little trouble and then a short whine of concern, approaching carefully to lay nearby. Revel was a good fight? the galliard asks.
Nobody died except the Enemy, the Godi responds by way of an answer, and his mood could easily be taken for surly, whether that is the truth of it or not. After we got there, he adds, a little sadly. One of Chimera's children died before we arrived.
The Walker's ears splay, and he sets his head on his front paws. Requiem is sorry he was not able to go. There is sadness at the news of the chimera spirit, ears splaying further. Wanted to, but had duties came first. But it is good that the Enemy died.
Oath-Ring seems to feel no need to add to the Walker's remarks, and just waits with his head resting between—but not on—his forelegs.
Requiem settles, companionably but without too much more to add. The cliath finished making new table, new chairs, so can be out and about more. Is out and about more, because Unfettered claimed territory, the lands by the highway right outside the city, the lands by the bridge into the city.
Bad place, the Get notes, not disapprovingly. Lots to clean up.
Lots, Requiem agrees. The parts in the city that Unfettered patrols even more so, but it seemed like a good place. Lands that need a pack, the young wolf states.
Oath-Ring can find the worst humans now, the Godi says with grim satisfaction. Humans headed for the Fallen One's clutches. Humans that drive others that way. Ask. If you need to be shown.
Requiem will remember that, he replies, ears twisting forward and the briefest feral flash of teeth at some idea it brings up. The Walker bobs his head in a nod as well, additional agreement or emphasis.
Did you want something? Oath-Ring prompts after another long silence.
The Glass Walker considers, and swings his head from side to side. Wanted to come by, see Oath-Ring, hear of the battle and the Revel, the galliard states. Has done that, and should let Oath-Ring rest and heal now. There's a pause, and then in a flash of relaxed manner, Requiem carefully and very gently noses an uninjured bit of the adren's side, the puplike manner, tail wagging from one side to the other. When Oath-Ring is healed, will he teach Requiem the moot rite?
~There was a burrow to the south of the Bawn. There were banes. Silver spined bane. Silver scaled bane. Two banes that spat fire. Hydra that spat acid. It tried to make it dark but I commanded it not to.~ Slowly the Godi names those present and something of their deeds, although his recall of what each did is incomplete, being focused mostly on those nearest to Wildfire and to his own two packmates. ~I already said I'd teach you that Rite. No need to wait.~
Requiem settles to listen to the recollection of battle, attention rapt, head on his front paws. There is particular pride and his tail wags when the Godi mentions his pack alpha, ears perked and generally cheerful for the rest of the time he spends there.