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Forest-Wolf laughed as he ran behind her. Looking around the ruins, he felt like something was with them in that very place. Not so much a threat, but more of a spirit. "You feel that?"

OOG : errr... get rid of "chool" ? what do you mean ?

Dark-Moon nearly laughed at the amazed amusement of Bright-Howl. It was gratifying to see a young one discover her Gaian gifts. He remembered his tutelage... It had been harsher due to the different moon of his birth, but just as exiting...

But to educate this cub... he wished his sister was here to show what had to be shown... That he could never do... Bright-Howl would have to figure that out by herself.

*wolfspeech* You see ? Spirits of the mother will listen to your pleas and fullfill them is possible... but nevr forget to thank them and always repay them what you owe... even if they do not ask... Spirits will remember for as long as they or their brood exists... so be carefull.

I will teach you what I can... but that won't be much...

His gaze then turned to Night-Song

You have found you vitality again I see. Good to see the spirits of air think highly of you... your voice must please them if they just grant you this boon and not whisper their price... perhaps they look forward to hearing you sing about the battles you have fought and those the young ones here have fought and won ?

Bright-Howl smiled and nooded as Dark-Moon spoke of what was to come. "I hope I can figure this all out." She said with an air of uncertainty.

A poor pesant boy of 17 had gotten him self lost after bandits chased him off the road for the few megar posetions he had he wondered the forest ever sence. He was tall and very skinny had long black hair and a long narrow face. He was lost for days and he ate the last of his bread and cheese three days ago, he was starving to death.

"Oh please some one, any one, help me." He cried weakly. He fell down from exuastion. He was cold, wet, and he wasn't going to last much longer. He was too weak to find a hare to eat, and he couldn't make a fire to cook if he even had one.

He heard voices not too far from where he was. He tried to call for help but all he can manage was whisper. He looked up at the night sky wiating for his megar life to end. He closed his eyes a final tear leaked from his eyes, only a boy and he already for death.

((I hope it's not too late for me to join in, and can any one give me a short summary of what happened so i can be current and not to ruien this cool RPG for ya))

On Night-Song's face appeared a slight expression of thank about the words of Dark-Moon.

*wolf-speech*
Ahh, maybe they like my voice - I hope so, at least. But maybe they just wanted to show what they can do to show this youngling beside you their power, who knows?

She paused, as if thinking about something, then went on.

*wolf-speech*
And maybe this little spirit of air heard whispers from the cold and icy winds of my homelands about my folk or it is just pleased to see me befriend with the avians, like this little raven up there. In the end it will say me its price for the case my songs won't please the spirits. I will call myself blessed to sing the story of these younglings and of this fight. Another story for me to care for ...

Again there was a short flash of pain in her eyes while saying this last words, but it disappeared as soon as it came and nothing was left of it in the emeraldgreen eyes of Night-Song.

OOG : Hi Anubis... No short summary - besides this being a medieval setting - since your character knows nothing about what has happened... just see how it rolls ok ?

Dark-Moon made a swift motion with his hand, indicating all to be silent. He gently pushed Bright-Howl away and stoop up, sniffing the air... growling softly at first, but growing in stenght as he seemed to catch a scent...

*Wolf-speech* Man-stink ! Fear and death are carried by the spirits of Air !

The dark red gleam resurfaced in the eyes of the warrior, all the seeming newfound calm and joy crashing away with the speed of the running waterfalls

Running, Dark-moon headed into the direction of the scent, clearly ready for another battle, claws dragging along rocks and soil.... preparing to rend flesh and crack bone

He was starting to slip away, he just wanted it to end. Then the sound of foot steps dragged him back into reality. his heart sweld up with hope he look and saw that it was no human but werewolf. the hope was quickly into fear he can barely move let alone fend off a werewolf. he closed his eyes waiting for it's fangs to end his life

Bright-Howl changed into her warform and had taken an alternate route from the others. There was something about the scent. She approached and saw the child. She then lept and landed infront of Dark-Moon and Night-Song. "Father and friend. Peace. This is a dire situation not a cause for war." She spoke gently.

Clearly surprised at his child interposing herself between his wrath and the human, Dark-moon roared in anger, streching his body upwards, claws raking the sky... He had no wish to come to blows with her... but neither would he tolerate humans so near to the site of the glorious battle.

*Wolf-speech* the Manling is weak... death will claim him anyways... I will make it quicker than nature will... Step aside child... all things end when they should and it's time has come.

Taking a few steps towards the boy - not going past Bright-Howl to avoid a false sense of challenge - the massive war-form of the old Garou seemed to tense up for a swift, lethal strike

Night-Song, also surprised by Bright-Howls reaction, stopped near behind Dark-Moon who was clearly unsatisfied about her behaviour. She looked at the peasant boy with an unsure growl.

*wolf-speech*
No right I have to give advice to you, oh bold and wise Dark-Moon, but as you already said - death will take this one soon, I can smell it like you can. There is no honor in killing a helpless youngling without any chance to protect himself ... when it is our mothers will to let him die it will happen.

Dark-Moon stopped dead in his tracks... his body losing all the tension it had mere moments ago. Slowly he turned to face Night-song

*wolfspeech* You would invoke the justice of our Mother ? Let him claw his way back to life ? ofcourse... your people respect endurance and strenght...

he inhaled deeply, seeming to search for something to say that would break the argument she had made... but how could he go against the Mother's law...

*wolfspeech* Hear my words... and heed them ! None will hunt for this manling.... none will aid him nor comfort him... If he can drag himself to the carcass of the deer and grow strong on it's remains... he may life...
Untill the Mother so declares or untill his actions decree it fit, I will not lay claw of fang upon him...

The massive snout bowed down to hang mere inches from the boy's face...snorting as if disgusted at the sight and smell of it

listen boy... a few hundred meters that way is flesh... raw and bloody... If you can crawl to it and grow stong on what the corpse-eaters leave you, you may live... But none will help or spare you should you fail... live or die, you do not matter !

I was supirsed that they didn't distroy me they were talking in some strange language i haven't heard before. A huge male came close to my face in thought he would tear my face off. but he spoke and told me there is food near by, i didn't care about the rudeness of his words. i tried to stand back up so i can walk but i was too exausted. i fell back down and began to crawl. i found a deer carcus it was raw meat, i didn't care as long it was food. i took my hand and started to rip some pieces off anbd started to shovel it into my mouth.

(when are guys going to turn my guy into a werewolf?)

*wolfspeak* "Wonder what happened to land him in this part of the woods," Alexander said, walking up beside Dark-Moon, still in his wolf form. "So, what now, now that he has proven he can survive on his own?" he asked, looking up at the tall Garou.

Bright-Howl disturbed by her mixed emotions she transforms back into her human form and walks away her ebony black hair blew in a gentle breeze. The breeze was almost sad as if the familiar spirit that followed her grived for her confusion. She sat down and looked at the ground.

(I can't speel to save my life. I meant "school")

Tsume stopped almost causing Forest-Wolf to fall on her. "my god. this is just..amazing. I've never seen any of this before." Joy rising to a breaking point she laughed and hugged Forest -wolf with all her strenght

Dark-Moon turned his head towards Alexander with a puzzled look in his eyes. Like he had heard something completely incomprehensible

*Wolfspeech* What do you mean "what's next" ? If he lives, he lives... if he dies...well... then the mother has spoken. What did you expect ?

From the edges of his vision, the old warrior sees his child grow closed again, doubting and alone... Swiftly shifting to his sleeker lupine form, with the audible grunts and cracks, and ran to where Bright-Howl was sitting.

*wolfspeech* Child-pain Hurts Dark-Moon... Human-death Hurts Child ?

He pressed his muzzle against her human neck, rubbing it gently up and down as to comfort and confide with her

Night-Song also changed back to her lupine form, but slowlier and remained where she was standing. Her attention was directed towards the peasant boy who was shoveling the raw meat into his mouth. She gave Alexander a toothy wolf grin.

*wolfspeech*
Proven that he can survive on his own, metal-wolf? Hah!

She snorted disgusted in his direction

*wolf-speech*
The only thing that he will prove will be his inability to stand raw meat! If his stomach will be able to handle it, he will survive - maybe. But remember - in the end it will be Dark-Moon's decision what to do with him. And consider this - The Veil shall not be lifted!

She layed down with another disgusted sound and continued to observe the boy

Forest-Wolf smiled and looked around.
"This is really amazing. These ruins have a comforting feeling in them."
He felt a rush of hapiness pass through his body. Hugging her back, he began to laugh.
"We should tell the others about this place."

after i had my fair share of raw meat, i rolled over on my back. i know i'm going to regeret that later, even though i was full i was still cold and eventualy sircome to hyperthermia. I spent over a fort night (two weeks) in the wilderness alone and most of the time i handn't a single silce of bread. i was pretty confident that i'm going to make it now when some thing is my stomache. i looked at the werewolves that looked at me with awe or plian disgust i wasn't aware that they were watching me.

I already started to feel a bit stronger i sat up. their yellow eyes were starting to make me nervous. I looked over at the naked human girl i presumed she was also a werewolf but in her human form but the view of some one that looks human makes feel a bit less nervous. i wanted to wave but feared the adult's wrath.

Bright-Howl smiled gently at the comforting nuzzle of Dark-Moon. She leaned into his nuzzle and then turned to him warm honey colored eyes meeting his amber ones. "It's not the human death that bothers me. This human just seems diffrent. I guess my old life has not completely died away." She placed her hand on Dark-Moon's shoulder. "Father, friend and teacher. I understand not why my heart continues to be confused." She confied to the powerful wolf at her side.

Unintentionally hearing Bright-Howls words Night-Song directed her attention to her and spoke gently to the confused youngling without thinking about her interrupting the intim moment between her and Dark-Moon

*wolf-speech*
Ah, but old lifes never die away completly, young one! They remain being there, sometimes a threat that haunts you and sometimes as a gentle, yet bittersweet remembrance ...

In Night-Songs face appeared again an expression of pain while saying this, but she fought down the feeling and went on

*wolf-speech*
Even if an old life dies you should revere it and remember who you have been - but never stick to close with it, since it is dead and dead things shouldn't keep the living from doing their business. But forgive me - I didn't want to interrupt you.

*wolfspeech* "Compassion is obviously a trait lost on those who dwell only in the forests," Alexander huffed scornfully. And what in the bloody blue blazes is with these bastards and geussing my name? he thought to himself. Alexander lay down, and watched the boy, not particularly inspired to start a quarrel just yet. Alexander could see the boy's eyes wanering towards Bright-Howl, and laughed inwardly. Obviously he still had enough strength to gawk at a pretty girl.

Bright-Howl upon hearing Night-Song's words of wisdom she smiled and nodded in agreeance and respect. "Thank you wise-one. Hopefully I will come to understand what has happened and what needs to be now." She kept her hand on Dark-Moon's shoulder.