Loony bin (ATTN: All)

Ami Blackfrost feels like utter crap. In addition to a terrible sinking feeling all over her, she just doesn't feel well. Unfortunately, despite trying to sleep the entire afternoon, she is unable to, and heads out that night just to try to walk it off, and maybe find that kid.

(this will be her first change, currently planned for J street.)

Ami shakes, feeling incredibly strange, not able to sit still in the store and wandering the streets.

Everything seems strange to you, and you find yourself becoming lost almost immediately. The building are either too tall or too short, the straight streets curve and bend, and you find that nothing is comforting to you in the slightest.

You hear that odd buzzing, this time its coming from behind you.

"What the hell is happening to me?" she whimpers, wrapping her arms around herself and glancing behind her over and over.

Matthew wanders the streets in Urhan form, lost in his own dark thoughts. So many problems facing us; can we really handle all of them? What about the Pure? Why haven't they attacked yet? Were my previous dreams even referring to them?

You look behind yourself, and see that the moon is new. She has just risen, and you feel the rage, a thousand times stronger than when you got groped at the last party, a hundred times more vicious then what you did to that girl who called you a freak. And it fills you, like a vessel, full of rage and anger. You have to let it out!

She digs her nails into her hoodie, shredding the arms, this doesn't make her feel better, and she slams her fists into the brick wall, smashing them as hard as she can, something overcoming her that she doesnt understand, anger, so much anger... She wants to bite something, kill something... but shes not an animal! Whats wrong with me>?!

You feel yourself growling. And you aren't sure which is more terrifying, the growl, or the fact that you've suppressed that growl, that wonderful, lovely growl, for so many years.

She kicks over trash cans, her steel toed boots crunching into their aluminum sides, smashing her fists and snarling.

Maybe I just needed to get out some nervous energy... This isn't real, I've just been reading books in the store for too long, I was being silly... I'm fine..I'm fine... Just need some punching therapy...Thats it...

You see a scarggly boy, about 15 years old, wearing a white robe. His face is obscured. He's laughing at you, his white finger pointing at you. He then runs down an alley.

She growls, the sound tearing itself from her throat like an insane rage she cant control, she bolts after him as hard as she can.

Her paws click on the concrete as she chases after the figure, who always seems to be just a bit faster than her, and always is just around the corner. Her growls are no longer letting out enough rage. She feels like a pressure cooker turned too high, and the little vent of growling isn't doing it enough.

Mateo and Gwen head out that night, to relax and grumble over their lost chance of a packmate.

What the hell? What am I... What is..

She roars her rage at this prey... Prey? People aren't prey... Whats wrong with me whats wrong with me?!?!

She turns up the heat, racing harder.

Matthew sees something tear past ahead of him. Snapping instantly out of his thoughts, he gives chase.

He's giggling again, and you hear the same cadence as the buzzing you've been hearing for days. This fucker was the one messing with you. You can't hold it back anymore, the rage is just to much, you have to stop to let go of all the anger. It wells up in your throat, and all you have to do is let it out.

She pants going insane in her head, claws, a tail what the fuck is this... Whats going on? Why do I need to... to... Goddammit.. I need to get it out... No... No dont... Please dont.. Its bad.. But I have to..

She runs harder....

And howls.

Its a joy, its a relief to let it out. You hear in the distance some cars screech as they slam on the breaks, and hold back a snicker. But now its time to hide. They will come after you. You should have been queit. They are coming.

She runs harder tongue lolling out of her mouth as she streaks along. She wants that kid, that laughing kid... She wants to tear him limb from limb and feast on him... And plus, going deeper into the alleys is good to hide...

(Hishu)
White Paws is scouting out territory boundaries and possible places to expand his own turf. He feels as ease as he looks up and doesn't see the moon anywhere in the sky. Tonight is a good night, up until he hears the screech of a couple of cars slamming on their breaks. He turns his head just in time to see something dart into an alleyway. White Paws barely has time to wonder what it was before he sees someone chase after it. Might as well check this out. He thinks as he takes up the chase.

She runs even faster and harder, wanting away from the street, and to bury her muzzle in the dead body of that laughing freak.

She cant resist... Its bubbling up... It hurts to hold it back, it feels so good to let it go...

She howls again...

The laughing freak is now behind you, larger and far more imposing. And he's chasing you, his face has been revealed as a empty void. Its very very terrifying.

And now shes running away, and then that angry beast inside her that is making her snarl for being tortured is waking up and she slides to a stop and spins to face the attacker, panting hard, drool dripping from her lolling tongue, feet pads torn up from pavement they arent used to.

She SNARLS straight at the enemy.

It keeps coming for you, and the void that is its' head grows larger and larger, until it is almost obscuring your vision. Terror grips you like you've never felt it before, you have to hide, you have to get away from this thing.

Mateo and gwen start chasing after the wolf.

She yelps and spins, bolting as hard and fast as she can away.

I cant handle this, holy fuck, oh god I'm gonna die I'm gonna die!!!!!!!

She HOWLS in terror.

Ami- dex+stealth (remember your form bonuses)
Everyone else- perception-2

You hear howling, but you can't pinpoint the source. You continue searching for 5 minutes
(reroll again everyone).

Ami runs harder, pads on her feet torn, panting too hard, almost hyperventilating.

Spoiler:

Spoiler:

White Paws changes into his wolf form to give himself a better awareness of his surroundings .

White paws catches sight of her, and is able to swiftly corner her.

Roll initiative everyone, post defence and form.
Everyone who joins cannot act until round 3. If Gwen gets at least one succcess on her perception check, she can join on round 2. Matthew joins on round 2.

01-01-2008 10:00

Mateo rolls 1 to Initiative (10 Again)

7

Mateo (acts on round 3)
Initiative: 12
Defence: 2
Form: hishu

She is still running as hard as she can to get away from the white thing, the bad bad bad white thing that wants to eat her and kill her and spray her guts all over.

She spins as she is cornered, waaaaay too on edge.

Ami
04-24 18:26:54 Ami rolls 1 die to Initiative Failure
1
Init: 6
Defense
Form: Urhan
Defense 3

It was a new moon, in a new territory, and Keys was feeling a little more at ease now that the pack had had a little time to settle in. Besides, there were all the new clubs and seedy nightlife for her to explore here: her part of San Fran had started getting a little too familiar to be as exciting as it once was.

Never one to be overly respectful of boundaries and limitations, Keys had decided that tonight was a perfect night to see what lay to the East of the area Los Sangrientos was claiming. According to the others, there was over a mile of territory between their boundary and the next pack over. It wouldn’t do to have all that open area not be explored. Who would know if the Pure snuck in and set up camp there? So she had taken off east down J Street (which just so happened to run right through the center of her own territory), hopping on and off random buses, listening in on the conversations around her, googling hot spots to party, texting an old boyfriend back in San Fran, and letting her instincts guide her.

Then she heard the howl. That sweet, distinctive mix of elation, confusion, anguish, and anger that marked the birth of an uratha.

A slow smile spreads across her lips as she abruptly ends the text to her old boyfriend and lifts her eyes to the moonless sky. I have a new sister, she thinks to herself. She listens intently as the howl echoes through the streets, her fingers quickly linking her into her Twitter network as she scans messages for reports of the howl.

Once she locks onto set of tweets with solid reports, Keys refocuses her eyes, looking through her cellphone to find the mana-like streams of data and begins tracking them back to their source. Once she has the trail, she slips her cellphone into her pack and slips herself into her wolf skin in the darkness of alley. The Mother of All Loa may have closed her eyes to the world, but those she blessed can always find each other.

The second howl only serves to confirm her suspicion as to the location of the howler and ignite a new flurry of tweets to lead her to its source. As she runs she gives a brief howl of her own, letting the feeling of greeting, understanding, and support color her tones. She half hopes, half fears that the nuzusul will answer, for in making it easier for Keys to find her, she also makes it easier for others to track her as well. Too close to the territory of the Pure, but at least they will know that she is supported already. If others hunt her, I will get her to safety. I just have to be the first to find her.

Spoiler:

Keys can act in the first round.

Rushing up on a confused nuzusul was a good way to get one or both combatants seriously hurt, so Keys slows down as she comes up on the other wolf. Moving into the light where she can be seen, Keys pauses a moment for the other wolf to see her.

Making soothing noises deep in her throat, Keys approaches the nuzusul in a sidelong fashion, her ears perked forward in curiosity, tail wagging, and her posture non-threatening. To this general air of calm welcome she adds only two words in the First Tongue...

"Welcome, Sister."

Spoiler:

White Paws
04-24 19:24:57 White Paws rolls 1 die for initiative 2
initiative: 12
Defense: 3
Form:Urhan

{oops, didn't see that White Paws was the one that cornered Ami, or that he's *right* *there*. Modifying my last post only slightly to include:}

As Keys sidles up towards the nuzusul, she glances only briefly at the other uratha, as if to include him in her non-threatening gesture. With a brief tilt of her head away from him, the slight baring of her throat makes it clear enough to a more experienced uratha that Keys has no intention of picking a fight with him... at least not at this point.

(Staying in Hishu)

With Mateo by her side, Gwen just went along the street, grumbling and promising him a good stiff drink to forget the little setback of the night.

Spoiler:

On hearing the howl, she gives Mateo a brief hand signal, before dashing towards the sound, knowing that something is up. Some nights things just don't let up is the thought that crosses her mind as she closes in on the sound.

What the hell is this language, why can that other dog... wolf... talk? More concerning, how the hell can she understand it?

She trembles, getting ready to lunge, wanting to hide... If they are alive... They can see where she hides. Her ears pin flat back to her head, tail tucked in an insecure and warning gesture, haunches crouched to spring, lips curling in a horrifying snarl.

That one... that one doesnt want to hurt me... But she can see me... She has to go away so I can hide... All of them do...

Her snarl gets deeper, paws leaving puddles of blood on the alley pavement, saliva pouring from her jaws, overheated, winded, panicked, and terrified.

Spoiler:

Initiative = 4 + 3 = 7
Hishu (for now anyway)
Speed 9
Defense 1

Order:

Matthew 18 (R:3)
White Paws 12 (R:1)
Mateo 12 (R:3)
Keys 9 (R:2
Gwen 7 (R:3)
Ami 6 (R:1)

White paws goes first, then Ami, then White Paws, then Keys, then Ami, then The order as written. (R stands for what round you enter)

White Paws stops as has he looks at the newly changed uratha. Scanning her up and down, searching for any sign of weakness.
(Hunter's Eyes)

Ami trembles, growling deep and terrified.

She has to get away from them... They're going to kill her... She has to kill them first.

Her posture hunches down more, getting progressively more aggressive. Her lips curled in a terrifying snarl.

{{White Paws is Up again. Then Miss Keys}}

White Paws, not wanting to startle the nuzusul, backs off just a little and waits for her or someone else to make the first move.

Even as the other uratha takes a cautious stance, Keys can see the tension building to a fever pitch under the nuzusul’s skin. She was already bleeding, tho it looked like it was damage she had done to herself. Keys remembered her own First Change, and the overwhelming need to keep moving that went with it. Being cornered here was probably driving her mad in the grip of that instinct. This could get real ugly, real quick, she thinks to herself. If they don’t back way off soon, the girl's gonna snap and go into a killing rage. Fresh blood being at the premium it is, I don’t think they’re going to back off. She takes a few steps closer to the terrified wolf, continuing to make friendly, soothing noises and avoiding eye contact. At least it doesn’t smell like she’s killed anyone yet. A hint of movement further back in the shadows alerts her to the other uratha closing in. She can sense the tension of the them now, too, and knows that her own presence is adding to their unease. She is an unknown element in an already volatile equation.

Damn. I knew enough of the other packs in San Fran to make a straight deal for a new Irraka. Here, they don’t know me from Luna. But what the hell, they deal with the Pure, they can deal with me. At least we’re in neutral territory and from Wukong’s report nowhere near a tur line, so they’re not likely Anshega themselves. But I’ll be damned if some bone-headed rahu, glory-hound cahalith, judgmental elodoth, or head-in-the-clouds ithaeur is going to ruin a perfectly good Irraka’s instincts on her first night. That’s as bad as raping a virgin.

Knowing she must get the upper hand as quickly as possible, as well as calm the guest of honor of the little get-together, she casually turns her back to the cornered wolf and lays down facing the others, crossing her front paws and radiating a calm yet cocky assuredness that she is absolutely in her rights to be there and knows what she’s doing. Though she may be the omega in her own pack, as their representative she dare not show weakness and submission now. So, it’s me against one, two, three… four uratha and a flighty nuzusul on the edge of kuruth. Time to see how reasonable this lot is, and how fast I can think on my feet. Hey, Sagrim-Ur: Watch this!

“Keys,” she growls out in the First Tongue, indicating herself with twitch of her nose, and then, continuing in broken First Tongue words, “The Bloody pack." She looks directly into the eyes of the white wolf who stood ahead of the others, directing her words to him and past him to include the rest of the werewolves.

[color=brown]“[i]My moon-sister. I help her. I know moon-sister better. I help best.” And with those words Keys exerts her will on the sparkling light spirits in the area and plunges them all into darkness.

Spoiler:

Like the warmth of a mother’s love as she turns her face to allow her children to kiss her cheek, the darkness of the moonless night wraps around the Irrakas, the cool, comforting presence of Mother Luna a tangible sensation that only those of their auspice can feel. Anything could happen in that loving cloak of darkness, and in the darkness Luna keeps them safe.

Keys knows her throat will be raw in the morning from abusing it with the First Tongue, but changing to urshul is too risky just yet. Without moving from her casual position, Keys presses on matter of factly, neither threat nor supplication in her tone as her voice drifts through the darkness.

No battle. No hunt. No killing. No dishonor. You go. Irrakas run. Talk later. Howl for Snow at the Bloody border, we come to talk. Nuzusul join you if she chooses. On Bloody honor. But not tonight. You accept, you step back.