Son stumbles and weaves amongst the shanties and shadows. Thick, black gore covers his face, body and clothing. He is exhausted from his ordeal and seeks only the safety of his pack. By now his wounds have all healed, but he feels a pollution laying upon his body and soul, like a dark shroud. He desperately wants to cleanse himself, to wash this foul taint from his body, but first, he must find his brothers. He makes his way to the area they have claimed as their own, hoping someone is about.  

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Whisper  is there briefly, taking a walk from being around Abby, and in Ghosts apartment with the small forest on her balcony he has come to love.    Son will find him nurturing the young sapling that he has been tending since their arrival here. Having grown into a sturdy young tree amongst the cracked pavement and broken bottles.


2008-11-21 15:08:19 Whisper rolls 5 dice to perc + alert 10,7,1,7,9 (3 successes)


Whispers back is to Son as he approaches, but that scent, scent of blood, of gore, brings Whisper around to quickly face his gore covered packmate.

Among the relative silence of the mostly sleeping camp, a haggard form stumbles toward the activity. As he nears, it becomes evident that he is covered in nearly as much filth as is Son, though by the smell, most of it has been ejected from his own stomach. He would seem to be speaking to himself.

"Traversing the blasted, apocalyptic landscape of Tent City with weary, unsteady footsteps is a man of what some would say was small physical stature. Those myopic fools know not that his mental faculties tower as far above them as the crest of the mighty Draco rex Cristatus."

As he nears the other nocturnal residents, he looks up at them, his bleary eyes struggling to focus. Deciding that these are indeed hominid silhouettes, and not merely trees, he throws wide his arms in greeting.

"Good morrow, my itinerant brethren! Have you a place at your deciduous hearth for a world-weary sage?"

He does not wait for an answer, but merely tips forward and slams face-first into the ground without even putting out his hands to slow his fall.

Son stumbles towards Whisper, a dazed look in his eyes. He coughs several times, his chest rumbling like broken machinery. Laying a arm around his Alpha, his legs sag and he nearly falls to the ground. Through wheezing breaths, he is able to force out several words.

"Got jump'd... Worm spawn... Al'must had me..."

He breaks into a spat of hoarse laughter. He cuts off at the sudden appearance of the filthy bum. He watches in silence as the overweight tramp rambles on, finally tumbling to the earth in silence.

The surrealist moment ends with another fit of coughs from Son.

"I need'ta... cleanse m'self... need'ta git cleen..."

 I start a wandering through the area, this seems a place I'd likely go iff'n I was to need a spot to settle for a spell.

After a few long walks back and forth I manage to speak with some ol' timers from a few years back and they direct me sure 'nough to the feela's I'm after.

I spot my little bumpkin lookin real bad, falling towards the Alpha. Looks like the spirits ain't steered me wrong yet then. Just in time, like always.

I start approaching the fire, my dirty old pearl snap button reflecting the fires light. My steps hard on the gravel under my boots. I got a feeling my blood ain't feeling so good when I start getting close. Not good at all.

My pace starts increasing as my worry grows...

Son slumps forward, hacking a large glop of black liquid into the dirt. The wind catches his nose and his ears perk up. Quickly glancing about, he sees a skinny old bum making haste their way.

"Freddy...?"

 Well at least he can see straight enough to make me out, that sounds a whole heap better then I thought. That black shit don't look so good though. I come a running in as fast as the wind'll take me.

"Yeah boy! What you gone and gotten yourself into? Seems you ain't doing so good," as I grasp his free arm and help Whisper bear his load.

"Great seeing you as well there Whisper," as I steal a snaggly smile to the man I'm opposite.

"We really need to let you catch a breath there boy, now what the hell you gone and done?" in a caring manner, obviously worried that something here is very wrong.

He breaks into wheezing laughter, spattered by coughs.

"I ain't doin' so bad... You shud see thim other fella..."

He chuckles some more, grinning at Freddy.

"Jiss' need ta git cleen s'all... But we need sum pry'vissy..."

Son gestures towards the unconscious drunk at their feet.  

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 "That there fella ain't getting up till midday so I ain't sweatin him none. If its a cleansin you want, then its a cleansin you shall have. You got a river round these parts? They sure are nice for getting good with the spirits," looking at Whisper. I figure if any of these would know its him. He seems to always be carrying some of the water with him and I figure it ain't Ozarka.

I'm sure glad these fellas ain't made a liar outta me. Took quite some bargaining to keep it all hushed and they sure lived up to what those spirits said. Now to get this cleansing done, then I can tell em about what I know.

Yuri rolls 8 dice to Sneaking up 2,10,10,8,4, 9,5,3,6,3 (5 successes) (dif 6)

No one seems to notice Yuri until he is 6 inches right behind Freddy because he has a natural nak of not being notices. “So what type of trouble are you bringing with you this time?" He look at son, "ummm you really should avoids those backstreet rugby matches. I know their fun but it look like your body can take the contact." He gives Freddy a bow.  

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 "So there you are, seems yer friend done gone and got a bit sick on us. Where can we get to so's we ain't gonna be disturbin no one? I hates when a rite gets all muddied due to some folks a wanderin in," as he continues to hold Son up, under one of his arms.

"I think I know place that will work just follow me Guys. Yeah it my quiet spot but I think it will be perfect." He leads the pack through the slum to an old forgotten building.

(yeah I’m stilling this location and it well written descrïption. hell bellisa is dead so why not let the werewolf take it over)
The old station has been abandoned the last 45 years, all it's window panes are gone and it's grown over with greenery. This was once the hub of the city, built near the water in what was in early times downtown but since then it's been converted to an industrial district. A newer and more modern station was built downtown for the travelers and a bigger station for industrial use was built amongst the warehouses.

Son stumbles along, supported by Freddy and Whisper. He seems to be trying to stay alert, but his head keeps lolling. At first, his steps are hesitant and he stumbles every few paces, but as they venture further, his strides increase with confidence. Every few moments, he wheezes with soft laughter and before long, he is mumbling.

"Sss... dun'n... ta prey... hu' gud... whey... n'hu... werr... 'n crun... shoe mi' ah'way..."

He barks out a deafening cough, spitting a mouthful into the dirt. His friends pause for a moment, but Son suddenly straightens up, standing strong. He lets out another wheezy laugh as they continue on their way. This time, as he sings, his words are clearer.

"Oh bruh'thers lits go daown, lits go daown, cummon daown. Oh bruh'thers lits go daown, daown ta thu river ta pray."

 I stop and lets him go, when he starts his coughing fit and he sure looks a might bit more healthy now that he's a standing.

"You sure yer feeling alright? I don't mind a doin' it if'fn you don't," looking him in the eyes to try and gauge his reaction and mental snap.

"Yea this is clearest water in the slum so i hope this will do the job." He look at Freddy and give him a nod to know that Yuri agree that he should run the cleansing for son. He pull out his fiddle to help set mood and began to play a improvise southern hymn.

Yuri rolls 10 dice to Hymn 10,10,3,10,5, 7,6,7,5,7, 7,1 (7 successes)

the song is moving and you can not ignore it beauty.

[[I'm gonna post for everyone so this goes easier. if you don't like what you do or wanna do more, lemme know.]]




While Yuri's plays his song, Son starts looking around for the proper implements. He rummages through nearby piles of refuse, turning over rocks and kicking aside used needles until he finds what he needs.

2009-01-24 17:20:03 Son rolls 4 dice to Wits+Scrounge; -1diff in a dump! (Diff 5) 8,1,9,10 (2 successes)

After a few moments, he's collected everything he needs.

Taking a rusted old car antenna, he bends the end in an arc, forming the symbol of Gaia. Using a piece of string, he ties a branch of May hawthorn flowers to the wire.

Nodding towards Freddy, he signals that he is ready. Son ambles into the small stream, positioning himself in the center. The cold water laps at his legs. The Bone Gnawer Elder takes the lead, shifting into his lupus form. One by one the other's follow suit. They begin circling widdershins around Son, who stands in the stream, shoulders slump and head down. A growl begins to grow, building in the throats of the wolves. Son begins shaking his fashioned wand, keeping time with his brothers. Together, they move faster and faster, their rage swelling. Slowly, Son's arm begins to raise, climbing challengingly, until he holds it high over head. The packs audible anger has become a palpable rumble. The very stones seems to quake in fear. Suddenly, Son's hand begins striking down at the river, his sacred wand flinging cold water all about. All of the lupines burst out in synchronized howls, breaking the urban scene, echoing out into the night.

2009-01-24 17:42:00 Son rolls 7 dice to Sta+Primal Urge 3,2,10,1,2, 7,2 (1 success)

As the fifth and final howl is about to be issued forth, Son shifts into his crinos form, accompanying his brothers in feral song. He holds the flowered wand on high, presenting it to the heavens as their fearful roars resound.

[Spend 1 Gnosis]
2009-01-24 17:56:44 Sun-of-the-South rolls 7 dice to Cha+Rituals 6,3,1,1,4, 5,9 (failure)

Shifting back into his homid form, Son lets himself fall backwards, splashing into the water. Floating on his back, he drifts slowly down stream as the eerie howls dissipate.  

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After a few minutes, Son drags himself out of the murky water. All of his brothers have shifted back into their homid forms. He stands their grinning at them, his hair wet and matted. Glancing down, he takes note of his blood stained overalls.

"Ssseems Ow'll be needin sum new threddsss..."

He chuckles to himself, his breath rasping through his teeth.

 "I got's a few threads here, they might not fit too tight, but they's at least a bit cleaner," as he digs in his bag, pulling out a pearl snapped shirt and pair of ragged jeans. He tosses them toward the blood stained man.

"Now how bout we jis sit a spell and talk, I'm wonderin what exactly got into you and I gots a piece ta be tellin ya'll."

He gingerly finds a comfortable spot taking a measure of his surroundings. He sits amidst the rubble and debris, finding a torn up chair that is nearly falling apart with rot.

"So whats been a happenin, seems ya got a few things seen to here, where are ya in the city?" in a wondering tone, suggesting he does not exactly know what has happened in the city and wants to hear their tales.

Whisper will have quietly been attending to Son's injuries, this kind of Rite he knows Son can handle far beyond his own ability, more to the point Whisper has been watching this Freddy, the two Bone Gnawers in his pack clearly know him....

Whisper will hook Son under the arms and help him from the murky water and look over at Freddy,

2009-02-13 00:37:31 Whisper rolls 5 dice to Persuasion (cha + exp) 2,2,2,3,2 (failure)

Whisper's words have no extra punch though he'd like them to, his character and status will have to be enough.

"We've had quite the arrival in the city, People who hunt our kind, a lost cub, injuries, attacks....Which part would you like to know about?

Son moves away from Whisper, standing on his own. He nods thanks to his Alpha, but makes it clear that he needs no help. He shakes violently, like a dog trying to dry off. He waits a moment for his head to clear, his damp hair sticking up wildly. Son runs a hand through the mess, thinkin' he ought to be cutting it soon. Looking towards the battered old man, he speaks to his pack mate.

"Knownin' Freday, 'hill want tha short end o' it. Figure' he stick 'round long'ee'nough, 'hill be hearin' the long o' it."

Son grins as the Bone Gnawer elder, embracing him with a gallant hug.

"How ya' doin, ya o'sun'yabich? Ews'a alwez pokin yer hedd 'round jist'n tyme, like sum basterd angel, ha ha."  

His laugh comes out raspy. He bites his lip, rubbing a hand over his ribs.

"Dim f'kers got me' gudd... but I gott'em bedder."  

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