Stuff has been gleefully deleted, including Sepdet's RP with the Striders, Cyllan, Rachael, Marc and Deepsprings. This was in concern of what brevity could be achieved, in any attempt to leave them out. -----------------------------------------------------------------------

On the Earth Mound, Maury abandons her attack to drop to a crouch beside Alexander. "Alexander? You okay?" The anger seems to have drained to a more manageable level, the eyes more grey than gold now as she gazes concernedly down at the Lord.

Sword-Eater's ears flicker as the ahroun falls for no apparent reason. He remains where he is, a grey shadow in the darkness.

On the Earth Mound, Alexander curses loudly and grasps his leg, although he doesn't seem to be in any actual pain. "Goddamn mother-fucking leg. I should cut it off and just grow a new one!"

On the western curve, Noor glances over at Alexander. "I've got a weedwacker back at the pad....gimme time to get there....or do you want a case-cutter?"

On the Earth Mound, Alexander snarls as he turns to look at Noor. "Watch your mouth!"

On the western curve, Noor rolls her eyes slightly. "Well, you sounded sincere. Was just giving you a sincere offer, no?"

On the Earth Mound, Alexander pushes to his feet, looking rather ridiculous as he tries to storm off but is obviously afraid that he'll only fall again. "Sorry Maury," he mutters, "not much of a sparring partner anymore."

On the Earth Mound, Maury rises with Alexander, a little concerned still. "That's all right," she murmurs, "I do feel a little better. Thanks."

On the Earth Mound, Alexander nods to her, and manages a small smile before he steps away from the mound, back to the center. He shifts back as he goes, dropping to a not-intimidating form, staring at the ground in front of him.

On the Earth Mound, Alexander contorts and blurs as he is transformed. On the Earth Mound, Alexander heads into the center. At the center, Alexander shifts into Homid form.

Sword-Eater snorts where he sits. Gaining his paws again, he moves purposefully toward the center and Alexander.

Alexander looks to Sword-Eater as he comes up. "Hey, you look better like that."

Sword-Eater rumbles. It is good to have the four-leg form again.

Alexander nods once, silent.

Sword-Eater tilts his head inquiringly. What happened, in your sparring match with the Fianna? Have you been injured?

Alexander shakes his head to Sword-Eater. "No," he says slowly. "I... Gaia decided to teach me a lesson." He shrugs, "Echen was right."

Sword-Eater flattens his ears at the Claw's name, his displeasure evident in Alexander's statement. The verbal parts of his speech have more of a snarl as he answers: What could make you say that?

Alexander says "He said I was crazy to go into the Umbra so close to the new moon that time, remember? I did it again, before I lost the wolf, and got my ass kicked in there. My legs didn't heal right, I don't think."

Sword-Eater still looks unpleased, his tail jerking irritably. Perhaps that one could be right about hunting in the umbra, though I have my own thoughts on why what happened to us happened. However, he is no leader, if leader he was supposed to be that night. And as him telling you were wrong. The Get snorts derisively, Those are big words from one that follows his path.

On the western curve, Maury's head turns, despite her apparent focus on her conversation, to settle her gaze on Sword-Eater. The firelight glints gold against her eyes once more.

Alexander shrugs helplessly. "Whatever the reason, my legs just kinda give out every now and then. They don't hurt, or anything. They just quit sometimes."

Sword-Eater growls an understanding. Continue to fight and Gaia will strengthen them again.

Alexander nods, not looking like he really believes it. "I'm trying, I really am."

On the western curve, Noor stands up suddenly and shakes a finger at Alexander. "Do you want me to get up in the morning and take you on ten mile runs?" A pause. "You'll probably end up carrying me the last eight miles, so probably not. Okay. So. Do you want me to......tickle you into strengthening your legs? Trust me, they will, after you chase me over a hill or two."

Sword-Eater continues to act annoyed, although it doesn't seem to be focused directly at Alexander. He paces a few steps forward, stops, then sits. The wolf then adds, I did not fight as well for a time after my paw was injured. Patience comes hard to the full, but try.

Alexander smiles wryly at Noor, and calls out, "I'm already running. I can get about half as far as I used to before they give out." He nods again to Sword-Eater, folding his hands behind his back. "I will."

On the western curve, Maury keeps her gaze on Sword-Eater, though a little of her usual calm has come back into her eyes.

On the southern curve, Robin Lost-Road comes in from the woodland to the south. On the northern curve, Brian emerges from the thin treeline to the north. On the southern curve, Robin Lost-Road heads into the center.

On the northern curve, Brian's pace slows from a quick, but regular run as he reaches the treeline that edges the Caern. Barefoot and with sweat-drenched hair clinging to his forehead, he leans one shoulder against a tree, wearily, his eyes sweeping the Wheel.

On the western curve, Maury shakes her head, turning back to look at the center. A quick smile lightens her face as she notices the new arrival; all too quickly, the smile fades into quietness as she looks at him, head tilting as her face takes on a questioning expression.

Alexander looks at Robin as she walks up and nods quietly to her. "Hi."

Sword-Eater's gaze flickers to Robin. The gaze becomes an open stare as the Get takes in the winged girl.

Robin Lost-Road scowls at Alexander, hands on her hips and her wings open to the wind. "All better?"

On the northern curve, Brian rakes a hand through his hair, wiping sweaty tangles out of his eyes. He seems to sag, slightly, against the tree, the weary expression that touches his features only deepening.

Alexander nods at her, expression growing puzzled at her expression. "Yeah, why?"

On the western curve, Maury calls, quietly, "Brian? C'n I talk to you briefly?"

Robin Lost-Road shakes her head. "Nothing. I'm glad for you. Two lupus were just harassing me."

Alexander ohs softly. "Which ones?"

Robin Lost-Road shrugs. "Wouldn't say. I'll beat them up later."

Sword-Eater growls something softly to himself. Something that might translate loosely to 'fuck me' if lupus even had the concept of such an expression. His look turns from open surprise to a strange minglement of pity and disgust.

Alexander nods again. "OK. How're you doing? I haven't seen you since you...." He trails off, frowning at something. "Hey, you did come to see me at Stormcrow's, didn't you? Once?"

On the northern curve, Brian lifts one shoulder in a mild shrug as he pushes, reluctantly, away from the tree. "Dunno," he says. "Can you?"

On the western curve, Maury pushes herself to her feet, only then realizing her form; she dwindles back down again. "If you'll let me. I have some things the Claw should hear."

On the western curve, Maury contorts and blurs as she is transformed. On the western curve, Maury shifts into Homid form.

Robin Lost-Road nods. "Once. It didn't go well."

Alexander nods, scratching his beard. "Yeah, you got mad... I don't remember why. Or how. You... left, though. I wasn't sure if I'd dreamed it or not, after. I thought maybe I had."

Robin Lost-Road frowns. "You told me you were going to kill yourself, Thunderclaws. And 'try again'. Yeah, I got angry, and things got ugly."

Alexander looks surprised. "They did? What happened?"

Robin Lost-Road holds up a hand. "Don't. I don't want to deal with this right now."

On the northern curve, Brian sinks down to sit amid the northern curve of the Wheel, facing the center. He draws his knees up to his chest and lifts his shoulders in another shrug, his gaze still on Maury. "You'd better tell him, then."

Alexander's expression moves from confusion to the beginings of worry, but he doesn't press it. "Sure... um, I guess. You still intend to go hunting, or are you already done? I'd still like to go, if you want."

On the western curve, Maury walks into the center, and around the Wheel, giving only a slight nod to each of the people in the middle before approaching the northern curve.

On the western curve, Maury heads into the center. Maury heads north, away from the center of the Wheel.

Sword-Eater's hard gaze flashes to Alexander, then back to the metis. His posture still indicates distaste, and not all of his earlier agitation has drained away.

Robin Lost-Road smiles faintly. "It's too late, Thunderclaws. I must wait for the Stormcrow."

Robin Lost-Road fixes her gaze on Sword-Eater. "What's your problem?" Alexander frowns, and looks down. "Sorry I couldn't help." He doesn't notice the look Sword-Eater gives him.

Sword-Eater's hackles go up and his head goes down in menance. He growls, Just wondering what act of demented mercy made your parents allow you to live. It certainly wasn't for your polite tongue.

On the northern curve, Maury stops several feet away from Brian and sinks down into a crouch, rather than sitting. "There's trouble at St. Uriel's, and it's gotten past me; I think Unity and Cyllan have also looked at it, but I don't know what to do with it. There are dreambanes attacking the children's dreams. Not the adults, not Garou. They look like eggs, in the Umbra, until they turn into a nightmare. Attacking the nightmare produces a fox frenzy; attacking the egg makes the nightmare worse. Doing a Rite of Cleansing before going to bed makes the nightmares enough that the kids can sleep. Or rather, one kid, my roommate; I can't risk a Cleansing over the whole dorm, too dangerous. The whole place is covered with a sort of amber film, in the Umbra. S'like a beehive. I don't know what to do about it, and I don't know who would, 'cept maybe the theurges, but something should be done." She pauses for breath, head tilting a little as she watches Brian.

On the western curve, Paul turns back to keep an eye on Robin's conversation, and an ear on Maury's.

Alexander steps back silently and stays out of this conversation.

On the northern curve, Brian reaches a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, his gaze wandering, for a moment, past Maury to the brewing confrontation at the center. "I know about it," he says. "Hadn't heard all the details, but there's things being done about it."

Robin Lost-Road smiles at Sword-Eater and flashes her wings wide. ~Favor of the spirits, lupe. Can you say the same of your own miserable self?~

On the northern curve, Maury nods; unlike her usual reaction to not knowing of plans in progress, she continues, trustingly, "There was a cub kidnapped from St. Uriel's, by what might by a Chimera. Stormcrow's got a kid of the Chimera, or something, and he's planning to exchange it...I think. I don't really know. It's in his hands, as far as I know." She wets her lips. "Horus is dead, and I want a hunt...during his moon. Not this one, we Moot only a few days later, but the next one, maybe. Umbral, I think." She falls silent again, tonguetip flicking once more over her lips as she gazes at Brian.



Sword-Eater bristles further, his eyes flashing dark fire. He shifts upward, easily, into the warform. Sword-Eater contorts and blurs as he is transformed.





Joshua Halfhand smiles, the expression plainly hideous on his blunted muzzle, ~If you want to take up my miserable self with the spirits, bitch, you're welcome to talk to Phoebe anytime. If you can get her to give you the time of night, since you apparently don't have a respectful bone in your deformed body.~

On the western curve, Blinks-at-Fire freezes his indignant protests on seeing Sword-Eater shift. He goes on speaking to Paul, his voice suddenly hushed. That cub you were watching - watch now.

Alexander's only reaction to Sword-Eater's shift is to take another step back. He watches the two tensely.

On the western curve, Paul turns back towards Robin quickly and watches tensly.

Robin Lost-Road's body is tense, smiling up at the Get. Her tone of voice is artificially mellow. ~I think that I may, Halfhand-rhya.~

On the northern curve, Brian nods a little, his gaze drifting back to Maury; despite the casual mein of his expression, his fingers tense, claw-like, on his knees. "I know that too," he says quietly, now visibly directing his attention away from the argument.

Joshua Halfhand continues to watch Robin evenly, his own body giving away the signs of his readiness for a fight. ~Since you know my name, and so were /intentionally/ being rude to one higher than yourself, I'll assume you know my packmate Persephone. Perhaps she can point you in the right direction, after the footmarks of one of your tribe, Rides-The-Lightning.~ The Get smiles in malice, ~Of course, he died, Falcon's wings or not, and I doubt you're half the Garou he was. But you're welcome to try.~

On the northern curve, Maury nods slightly. "Megan wants to talk to you," she continues. "Stormcrow says the caern draws legends and evils, and he said something about a Black Stag. He says it hasn't anything to do with me, but he wouldn't answer when I asked whether or not it was an actual stag or some legend that got called that. That's not really relevant," she lifts her shoulders, "but I thought you might wanna know that, too, because he said..." Her brow furrows a little. "I think he said it was both a danger and not, and that his tribe had dealt with it in ages past. Still, if it's a danger..." She trails off, and shrugs, then adds something lower.

Robin Lost-Road shakes her head slightly. ~I know you by sight from the night of the Great Hunt, but not as you were.~ She, too, smiles. ~I am many things that Rides-The-Lightning was not. Perhaps Persephone can assist you with your math, Halfhand-rhya.~

On the western curve, Blinks-at-Fire watches Robin and Joshua with wide-eyed concern. He hisses at Paul's ear: Whatever he does, do not interfere.

On the western curve, Paul chuckles.

On the northern curve, A hint of suspicious wonderment creeps into Brian's expression as Maury speaks, but his features tighten with impatience when the girl lowers her voice. "I'm tired of this accusatory bullshit," he nearly growls. "And I'm not going to listen to it." The man rises, abruptly, and brushes a hand back through his hair. "Fucking grow up. I'm tired of these backhanded insult games you play, these crusades to make yourself look good at someone else's expense. At least, if you're going to suggest something like that, have the courage to confront and challenge her instead of running to me and trying to corner the market on giving a shit." He spits at the girl's feet, then, and shoulders past her on his way towards the center.

On the northern curve, Maury stares up at Brian with utter surprise.

On the western curve, Blinks-at-Fire tenses anxiously. *Even* if he kills her.

Joshua Halfhand continues to look directly at Robin in amused malice, ~The only reason Persephone would have call to do that is if you are rude to me again, cub. For she might be concerned we got all the pieces of you to put back together; I certainly wouldn't give a damn.~ Insultingly, he turns from her as if she is unworthy of notice, adding, ~And I can see that you're many things that Rides-Lightning wasn't, freak. He was many things, including my packmate.~

On the northern curve, Maury says, finally, "You don't understand, Brian." She rises. "But whatever. Now I'm getting along with *her* better, it seems like I can't get along with you." The grey eyes turn sadder, and she says, quietly, "G'bye, Brian."

Robin Lost-Road mouths two words at Halfhand's back, and turns back toward Alexander, clenching her fists tightly.

Alexander looks back at Robin carefully. "So he's going to send you off on your Rite soon?"

On the northern curve, Without a glance back over his shoulder, Brian says, cavalierly, "If you get along with her so well, Maury, then go tell her to her face that you think there's a chance she'd kill someone for no good reason. And don't show your face around here and don't call yourself Fianna until you do."

On the western curve, Paul continues watching quietly from his squatting position next to Blinks. He jumped a bit at Brian's declaration, but is keeping his attention fixed in the Center's direction.

Robin Lost-Road spends a few moments to control her voice. "Soon. Soon."

On the northern curve, Brian heads into the center.

Alexander nods quietly. His attention shifts to Brian as the big man approaches.

Joshua Halfhand scowls as Brian arrives, using his turning from Robin to move past the Fianna toward the north. He shifts back to his human shape as he walks.

Joshua Halfhand contorts and blurs as he is transformed.

On the northern curve, Maury snaps, "You should try listening to what I say rather than what you think I said, Brian, if you could so completely misinterpret." She turns on one heel, voice floating backwards. "I _don't_ think that, I _am_ Fianna, and I am bound to the caern's defense. Maybe, Brian, _you_ should grow up. Maybe you should take a chance on, maybe, me having grown up more than you've let yourself see." On the northern curve, Maury turns to the north, and leaves past the rim of the Wheel. On the northern curve, Persephone emerges from the thin treeline to the north. On the western curve, Blinks-at-Fire tells Paul, in a worried voice, Don't worry. This is normal. This is almost a quiet night.

Robin Lost-Road clenches her teeth, watching Brian.

Brian favors Halfhand with a sour look as the Get passes; his hands remain tensed, claw-like, at his sides, though much of his anger seems to have faded -- until Maury speaks. Mercurially, like a puppet with its strings jerked, he spins back northwards, his Change coming sickeningly fast.

Joshua Halfhand's back is to Brian; he does not see the Claw's change.

On the western curve, Blinks-at-Fire adds, I could be wrong.

At the center, Alexander takes a few more steps backward, away from the Claw as he shifts.

Persephone chuffs to Joshua but turns her head to watch Brian warily as he shifts forms.

At the center, Echen heads north, away from the center of the Wheel.

On the western curve, Paul starts to stand, then sinks back to his crouch.

Echen's focus is on the trees at Persephone's back as he moves, fluidly, northward; the scent of burning flesh reaches those near him, and droplets of blood, welling from around claws that glint like metal in the spare moonlight, fall from his fingertips.

Persephone whines at Joshua in a lupine-friendly manner, but still keeps an eye on Echen.

Joshua Halfhand's scowling face softens almost imperceptibly at his packmate's greetings, and the Crisium gamma jerks a nod to the Fury. The man then turns his head toward the source of the stench, what little stress he had lost regained at the sight of the storming Fianna.

On the western curve, Blinks-at-Fire stiffens. Don't interfere. We are cubs. We are nothing.

At the center, Alexander looks after Echen curiously. "What the fuck is that?"

Echen turns to the north, and leaves past the rim of the Wheel.

At the center, Robin Lost-Road offers a "'Scuse me, Thunderclaws," as she heads westward. At the center, Robin Lost-Road heads west, away from the center of the Wheel. At the center, Alexander nods to Robin's back as she moves away.

On the western curve, Paul looks at Blinks with some irritation. ~I am not irrational, brother. I do what I feel compelled to do. Have faith.~

On the western curve, Robin Lost-Road claps a hand on Paul's shoulder as she passes. ~All we could ask.~ On the western curve, Paul rises from his crouch. ~Hello, Robin. How goes it?~ He seems to no longer be paying so much attention to the center. On the western curve, Blinks-at-Fire watches Robin approach. He nods to her, warily, as if confronting one crazed and possibly dangerous.

At the center, Alexander moves northward toward the two Garou there. At the center, Alexander heads north, away from the center of the Wheel. Alexander says something to Halfhand, too soft to carry.

On the western curve, Robin Lost-Road fixes Blinks-at-Fire with a look. ~Don't push me, and I'm not a problem.~ With a lighter tone, she answers Paul, ~I haven't been killed yet. That's something.~

From afar, to Joshua Halfhand and Persephone, Alexander mutters, "I was wrong, Halfhand-rhya, he was wasn't right that night. Just lucky."

On the western curve, Paul smiles broadly, and chuckles a bit. ~That it is. I'll push my luck and hope you manage to keep it that way for quite a while.~

Persephone looks from Halfhand to Alexander and back for a moment, then pads to the center. Persephone heads into the center.

Joshua Halfhand looks after Echen, then glances toward the west. He growls out to Persephone, despite his human form, "Sometime I think this whole place is crazy. Treat rude mules like equals, let an asshole like that survive to Athro and Elder and Claw. Phoebe help us." He listens to what Alexander says, then offers the younger man a tense, but genuine, smile.

On the western curve, Blinks-at-Fire steps forward. He eyes Robin with suspicion. Paul is my brother, he says with a slight growl. He does not know all our ways. Do not set him a bad example.

At the center, Persephone comes before the Table Stone and howls a howl of respect, then turns back to the north and rejoins her packmate. At the center, Persephone heads north, away from the center of the Wheel.

Alexander turns, with a shake of his head, to face the center, and the rest of the Wheel.

Persephone chuffs in some disgust. He is a fool and child-beater, regardless of his rank or titles.

Alexander says "He's off doing it right now."

On the western curve, Paul looks down at Blinks with a smile. He says softly, "I have always had bad habits, brother. I try and fit everything I see and hear into my own beliefs, and act accordingly. Never fear." On the western curve, Robin Lost-Road meets Blinks-at-Fire's eyes for a long moment before nodding. As she crouches before the lupus, she says, ~I respect your concern, Strider. I will not lead him down my road.~ On the western curve, Blinks-at-Fire regards Robin for a time. Good night, then.

Joshua Halfhand grimaces at the unwelcome memory of his last defeat, "He has the right to, especially as the women he preys on seem to welcome such treatment. I can not interfere with what he does with the young women of his tribe." The blonde man pauses, then adds with relish at the thought, "Unless one called for aid."

Alexander snorts. "Not likely."

On the western curve, Blinks-at-Fire heads west, out past the rim of the Wheel.

Persephone snorts again. That one is not likely to ask for aid. She is too weak, unworthy of her heritage.

On the western curve, Robin Lost-Road stands, shaking her head at Paul.

Joshua Halfhand glances toward Persephone, shaking his head slightly. "She's not totally unworthty. She was brave in battle. Just that man has some hold on her heart, twisted as it is." Joshua makes a noise of disgust, spitting in the dirt.

Persephone chuffs in a dark amusement. She does not deserve her name, not when he is concerned.

On the western curve, Paul asks Robin, "Do I amuse? Or is there something more important that that head shake is for?"

On the western curve, Robin Lost-Road says "No. Nothing at all. I'm going to sleep."

On the western curve, Paul bows slightly, "Fair dreams, and good hunting Robin. See you 'round."

On the western curve, Robin Lost-Road heads west, out past the rim of the Wheel. On the western curve, Paul heads west, out past the rim of the Wheel.

Joshua Halfhand turns away from the Gaian and looks over to the west, "I don't see her there anymore, witchy woman, but that winged freak you told me about might come looking for you. After I chastized her for her mouth, she made some comment about my misbegotten self or some such bullshit, saying she'd take it up with Phoebe."

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