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Sue comes into the cavern, lips pulled back from teeth as the top of her
head brushes the tunnel roof as she enters. She raises her hand,
letting the jingling of keys say for itself why she comes in homid.
"Car outside. Ready?"
Windrunner sits up in his cell quickly in anticipation at the sound of
Sue's arrival. ~Yes!~
A rope is lowered into the cell.
Windrunner shifts to homid and grabs onto the rope, climbing quickly
from the pit.
Windrunner contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Windrunner blurs and reforms as he shifts to Homid.
Alex climbs out without incident and seems unwilling to attempt any type
of escape. "What now?"
Sue glances at Christopher before looking back at Alex.
Christopher says "We're going for a drive. Can't do it here, yet. The
place isn't ready."
Alex nods in understanding and waits for direction from either Spiral.
Christopher motions back down the tunnel, which coincidentally is the
only way to go. The passageway ends in this pit.
Alex follows willingly, occasionally turning his glance towards Sue.
Sue exchanges glances with Christopher. Then the beta leads the way up
the tunnel, her back to the newly converted while Christopher guards
from behind. After leading the way from the cavern, the ragabash is
soon lost in the twists in turns in the near-utter darkness. The
theurge pauses on occasion, but does not hesitate.
Alex gives no trouble as he is lead, if anything, he appears to be eager
to reach the destination.
Christopher asks as they walk, "Do you have any questions about what's
going to happen?"
Alex says "None that can be answered, aside from how long does it
usually take?"
Christopher shakes his head. "Not long, from our end. Maybe twenty
minutes. Sometimes more, sometimes less. To you it'll seem to take a
lot longer. You'll have visions."
Alex nods slowly. "And once it is over, I am considered to be one of
you?"
Christopher smiles grimly. "Or a corpse."
Alex grins. "Hopefully not. It wouldn't be nearly as much fun."
Christopher chuckles in the darkness. "So I've heard."
Sue doesn't answer any of the questions, as the alpha seems content to
do so. It's a fair walk from where the pit is to where the tunnels
lead into the sewers, then a messy climb to the surface. She pauses at
the entrance, her eyes unfocused, smelling the air. She then says
quietly, "Clear."
Christopher nods once, and motions for Alex to follow her up.
Alex climbs out to the surface when he's told and waits for the next
direction.
Christopher climbs up last, then looks around.
Sue tosses the keys to Christopher, then heads quickly to the car before
the trio is spotted.
Christopher motions for Alex to sit up front, Sue in the back. Then he
slides into the driver's seat.
Alex follows Sue, scarely two steps behind her as she moves.
Alex climbs into the front seat.
*Vroom* The car starts up. "Relax, it's a few hours' drive." Christopher
pulls out onto the street and heads for I-90.
Sue slides in, again grimacing as she does so. She leaves the door open
until she rolls down the window, then leans over to do the same with
the other. The snow flurries that then enter the car seem to bother
her little, as does the biting wind.
Christopher turns the heat up on full high once car's moving.
Alex does his best to keep his mind occupied on the trip, mostly by
looking out the windows.
The trio are met by some of the Seattle Dancers, which examine Alex with
a cool dispassion. Then the three are led into the tunnel systems, to
the Pit.
Alex follows the group down, and waits.
Christopher falls into position at the back of the group again as the
now-larger squad disappears into underground Seattle.
Sue meets with this sept's Ritemaster. Together, the pair gather the
participating Garou and go to the Wyrmhole, where the shadow Spiral
flickers on the floor. They then begin the full rite that an unknowing
convert like Hazmat does not get to see. Together the five garou, two
of them horribly deformed metis, enact the history of the tribe in
front of Alex. The story of the Spirals unfolds.
Alex watches in facination, a slow smile spreading across his lips as
the story progresses.
Sue contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
You shift into Crinos form.
Christopher contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Christopher shifts into Crinos form.
Rrr-ogh stands and roars at the ceiling, shifting into the war shape.
One of the metis licks its lips with a scaled tongue and leers. The
Seattle ritemaster turns to the new convert and motions toward the
shadowed pattern. ~Dance. Dance, and be one with us.~
Krrrahsk shifts up silently, taking a back seat now to the Theurges
performing the Rite.
Alex smiles to himself as he steps onto the shadowed pattern, if there
was any hesitation or doubt in his mind about this, it has long since
been left behind.
Before you have gone three steps, the cavern around you disappears. You
are in a formless blackness at first. Gradually, smells and sounds
come to you. Your eyes adjust. Crickets drone in the background, and
the air feels warm. The air smells of grass, old wood, and dust.
Alex blinks to clear his eyes, attempting to get some kind of bearing on
his surroundings.
Alex pauses for only a moment though, before continuing on.
Lights approach from the back, a pair of headlights.
Alex turns quickly and moves to the side of the road and the brush.
A van pulls up, turning off its headlights as it coasts into the
barnyard. The doors open and Garou pile out. Garou you recognize.
Quiet is there, as is Patrick, and Anwhotep, and Deepsprings. They
move with steath, breaking out and heading toward a dark farmhouse.
Alex watches from the shadows, puzzled by the appearance of his former
packmate. He follows behind them, remaining unseen in the shadows.
The Garou split up, slipping off in pairs and trios. The two members of
Crossing go into the barn and the rest slip toward the farmhouse.
Except for Deepsprings, who turns as if she hears something. She turns
back to the woods, her ears tilted forward. Only you, watching the
scene from the outside, see the sudden flash of Anwhotep's smile as he
watches her go and does not follow. The Child of Gaia is left alone as
she turns to the brush to investigate.
Alex growls to himself as he sees the others leave her. He knows all too
well what is about to happen as he slips from the shadows to follow
Deepsprings.
Suddenly, you find yourself in another perspective. Your heart beats
fast as you watch the war party sneak dishonorably to the sleeping
house. Though you know that you have the weak Gaians outnumbered, your
Hive brothers are sleeping. Just you and your pack patrol the outer
woods, where this lone Gaian is coming. Beside you, your packmate
gives a warning whipporwill call.
Alex heeds the warning and shifts up to crinos, taking a position that
will allow him to easily ambush the coming Garou.
The call is echoed, until the woods seem alive with birds. The bloodlust
takes you, and your attack in tandem with your packmates.
Alex dives into the attack, savoring the the joy of the kill. He leaps
at the unsuspecting Gaian, claws outstreched to rend his target to
pieces.
The bloodlust sings in your veins as you strike again and again. The
Gaian is a worthy opponent; she does not run, but she cannot stand
against you. She falls, a bloody broken thing. Behind her, the rest of
the scene unfolds. Your Hive has awakened, and the Gaians are running
like cowards. Patrick has already started the van, and thrown the main
door open for the Garou that pile inside. Your tribemates don't bother
to crush the broken force, instead mocking them from the porch.
Alex throws the body aside and makes an attempt to catch any of the
fleeing Garou before they reach the van, only the fight matters, and
to kill any who would dare attack the Hive.
The van pulls away. But the two parts of your personality suddenly fuse.
You know them. You know where they live. You can find them again.
Alex stops short as the van pulls away and begins to laugh at the
cowards who run, but will not be able to get away. The time for them
will come soon enough. He turns and returns to his packmates, and
Hive.
The scene melts around you. Now you are Alex again, at a moot at the
Wheel. The mood here is ugly, tense. Catherine and Adam stand in the
circle of disapproving sept members, torn and bleeding. Adam stands
protectively near Catherine, his lip swelling from a nasty cut.
Alex blinks at the scene and then moves towards them, glaring at the
rest of the Sept. ~Leave them alone, there is nothing wrong with what
they have done!~
The Arm might as well have been shouting into the wind for all he is
heard. He recognizes Garou there. Quiet, their Elder, publically
disowning them. As he looks at her, he sees a flicker of her past: a
scene where she is being intimate with another Garou, a Black Fury.
Glancing at Echen produces a similiar echo of his past indiscretions.
Looking from face to face, the scenes fill your vision. The hypocrisy
feels as if it will choke you.
Alex growls deep in his throat as his rage builds from what he is shown.
~You're all hypocrites! Every last one of you. You have no place
judging them!~
The gathered Garou begins to laugh. Megan pronounces solemnly, ~The
sentence is death.~ Laughing like jackals, the Wheel Garou move in for
the kill.
Alex snarls and shifts to crinos, lashing out at any who draw near
Catherine and Adam. ~You will not touch them so long as I live!~
Your claws draw blood, but there are too many. But gradually it doesn't
matter that you can't save your former packmates. All that matters is
the fight. The blood. The death.
Alex continues the fight until he too is torn down by the Sept he once
trusted and served. His only satisfaction is in the knowledge that he
will take several of them with him.
A feeling begins to swell inside you, buoying up your flagging strength.
There are others that will fight beside you. Others that belive as you
do, if you will invite them inside yourself.
Alex opens himself to the feelings and draws on the other's strength,
welcoming their help as he would the help of an old and proven
packmate.
Alex loses himself to the rage and the killing, using all of the new
strength that has been offered to him by the others.
The vision fades, and you find yourself in darkness. The darkness is
complete and total, without even the faintest glimmer of light. You
feel no floor beneath your feet, no breeze upon your skin, and not
even the sound of your own ragged breathing sounds in your ears.
Alex slowly opens and closes his eyes a few times, unsure in the
darkness of their position. He hangs there for a few moments, trying
to collect something, anything, from the sensory deprivation. When the
attempt gains him nothing he attempts another step forward, not even
sure if he's standing or floating in nothingness.
You think you step forward. Or perhaps not...you cannot even sense the
location of your own limbs. The lack of sensory imput is restful at
first, but that quickly fades as your mind begins to invent sounds and
sensations to fill the empty void. Perhaps that was a movement in the
air. Whispers of sound surface occasionally, but it is impossible to
determine if they are real or phantasmal.
Alex moves to crinos once again and begins turning at each sound he
thinks he hears. He growls low as he starts to tire of the situation.
Alex contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Alex blurs and reforms as he shifts to Crinos.
The whispers grow slowly louder, coming first from one side and then
from another. There seem to be a hundred different voices speaking to
you from the darkness. The words are too faint to catch at first, but
you can hear the tone - some of them cold and logical, some of them
giggling maniacally, and others covering all of the ground between.
Windrunner growls briefly again before moving on, hoping to understand
more of the voices with each step.
The whispers grow in numbers, swelling into thousands of voices, and
then moving beyond what you can count. The volume grows, but the words
are still uninteligible - the voices of fools and madmen. As they
become louder, they suddenly seem useless, futile...voices no one can
understand, that serve no purpose but to cloud your thinking and fill
the silence.
Windrunner sets his jaw in determination and ignores the voices,
pressing onward and focusing on what lies ahead.
As you push forward, you hear a new voice...or you think you hear it. It
cuts through the voices in the air without being muffled by them, as
if it were speaking directly into your mind. << You hear them. They
are everywhere. >> The voice is stern, but its tone is reasonable.
Windrunner nods to the new voice, continuing on. ~Yes, I hear them, and
I hear you. Speak to me.~
The voice continues. << You have seen them. You know who they are. >>
Windrunner nods again, not stopping as he talks with the voice. ~They
are the ones who helped me. The ones who think as I do. My true
family.~
The voice's volume increases. << No. These voices are not your friends.
They are those you have been told off. Those who are not needed. Those
who shall be purged. >>
Windrunner listens again and then nods slowly. ~Yes.~
The voice says, reasonably, << Will you help your true friends? >>
Windrunner answers without hesitation or question. ~Yes, I will.~
The voice asks, more firmly, << Will you fight for them? >>
Windrunner smiles. ~I will, and I will kill for them too.~
You are disoriented for a moment, as the entity speaks in a voice that,
suddenly, sounds loud and...RED. << Will you BLEED for them? >>
Windrunner closes his eyes, holding against the disorientation. ~YES!~
The voice thunders, << Then BLEED! >> Sensation returns to your body,
and you can feel all of your limbs again...in fine, excrutiating
detail as you are wracked with pain, as if you had been pierced by
countless silver needles.
Standing about ten feet tall and well muscled, this half-wolf/half-man
is covered in silver-gray fur. He has several dark highlights in his
coat, most noticeably around his ears and the tip of his tail. His
hands and feet end in sharp claws, which look capable of tearing most
anything apart with ease. He looks back at you with gray-green eyes
that betray his intelligence, showing that there is more than pure
rage to this form.
There is a large circular scar near the center of his chest, with a
matching exit wound scar on his back. A furless line cuts across the
top of his head, near his right ear, and there is another circular
scar on his left leg, at about mid thigh.
There is also a smaller, strange looking mark near the base of his neck.
You could probably 'look Windrunner's scar' if you wanted a closer
look.
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Windrunner growls and bares his teeth in pain, refusing to use his gift
to simply ignore it. He continues to try to walk forward, despite the
searing pain.
Just as suddenly, the pain vanishes, and you can see again. You are in
the center of the Spiral, again in the cavern and surrounded by your
friends. You know, without doubt, that the voice took away your pain.
And you know just as certainly that the source of the voice is near.
Very near, and reflected in the pool you find yourself next to.
Windrunner smiles at this realization and turns his gaze to the pool, to
see the source of the voice which speaks the truth.
At first, you see only your own reflection, haggard from the pain that
you just experienced. Then you notice. The scar on your shoulder has
changed, replacing the mark of your former tribe. Now a twisting
spiral marks you as your new tribe. The turns of the scar fascinate
you, capturing your eyes. A moment of vertigo comes and passes, the
face of the pool darkening. Then He comes, his face filling your
vision. Your mind shatters as you take in His madness.
Windrunner stumbles backwards and away from the pool at the vision,
making his way out of the Spiral. He falls to his knees as he exits,
his mind reeling. ~HRrk'Cha~
Rrr-ogh gives a short howl as the new initiate comes back, whole in body
at least.
Krrrahsk raises his voice in greeting as well, for his new tribemate.
Windrunner recovers and shakes his head to clear it as he rises to his
feet.
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