[Mature]Werewolf: The Forsaken - Preludes

[Tokiwong]

"I don't mean to offend you guys, I just want to know everything thats happening to me. If there is someone else...like a cub tutor...I don't want to annoy you." Faith says defensively at the byplay between Candace and Subtle Storm. "I don't mean to be a pain for you Candace, asking questions is just part of who I am." she says offering a self-depreciating smile.

“Don’t be so prissy,” Candace counters, “I just hate everyone, so stop crying. You are fine, you don’t know so you should ask, I am just not a people person, I talk with my hands, and usually when I am talking, things are dying.”

“Spoken like a true Blood Talon,” Subtle Storm sighs.

Candace fingers the hilt of her blade, “Life is a battle, and I don’t have time for the pretty things.”

"I guess that makes sense, is there really going to be a lot of fighting? I'm not a very violent person...well I wasn't. Are there going to be a lot of things like that Azlu coming after me? Is that why werewolves are suppoused to leave everything behind? To protect the people that they care about? Besides their pack I mean?"

Both Candace and Subtle Storm exchange looks. Subtle Storm speaks, “Yes our lives are filled with violence. We are the children of Father Wolf, and his role was that of a hunter, and it is our place to hunt. To hunt something usually means it must die or be forcibly brought down with tooth and claw. I am not saying we are warmongers, or blood crazed lunatics…”

“Speak for yourself,” Candace says coldly.

“But we have to fight. We share not our knowledge with the herd because they are not meant to know and they cannot understand our world. Sure it protects them, but it is mostly for your protection, Faith. Humanity is dangerous,” Subtle Storm warns.

“I don’t give a $#!+ about family, but then again my father’s idea of family was drinking, beating me, and waking me up late at night smelling like whiskey. But yeah the apes don’t understand what we do, and most will think you are a monster anyway, even your kinfolk, if they don’t have a strong background with our people can be problematic,” Candace adds.

"Is that what I am? A nuzusal? Does that mean a cub? Werewlves can have children? I mean I guess so or there wouldn't be little werewolves, but aren't we suppoused to leave everything? Do werewolves have children with other werewolves?"

“Nuzusul is a word in the First Tongue, a rough translation means one who has yet to change, but feels the spirit of the wolf. But again that is a rough translation. It just means that you are young uratha, and technically you are not nuzusul anymore. You could probably change now at will with a lot of concentration,” Subtle Storm adds.

Faith has a Primal Urge of 1 now.

Candace nods, “Yeah you got the killer instinct in you. And yeah we can breed just fine with humanity, not wolves and you WILL not breed with another uratha. That is a sin against the Oath of the Moon, and the consequences will weigh deeply on your soul.”

Subtle Storm nods, “She is right, we can breed with humanity, and even the wolf-blooded; like I suspect your parents are, but we cannot breed with other uratha; you can but you shouldn’t because it is a horrible sin in the eyes of Luna.”

Candace, “Yeah it’s like sleeping with your brother, father, or mother. You understand?”

 

[Shalimar]

"I'm not prissy, I'm a people person. I don't like it when people are fighting, well not literally fighting, I always end up playing peacemaker, its part of my nature I guess." Faith tells Candace, not sounding apologetic since the Blood Talon disliked it, simply stating informing. "Its what I do." the pink haired girl says unapologetically. Faith does back away slightly at Candace's comments about killing, but she forces herself to make it only a flinch instead of a step, she didn't understand how the woman could be so...happy to fight and kill. At least Subtle Storm agreed with her sentiment, and it certainly made the girl wary of the Blood Talon tribe if Candace was a representative.

"I'm only 16 I'm not going to be breeding with anyone, not for a long time, maybe not ever now...I wouldn't want to be responsible for a baby not if it could be hurt because everything is soo crazy. Either way, I'm not even close to ready."

"I understand why we can't tell people, I'm fine with that, if tonight is an indication then Uratha have very violent lives and people would try and lock us up or kill us. That violence would spread to those around us too, so we shouldn't be around people that we care about... should I run away? I don't want my parents to get hurt." she asks the older women wide eyed now that she had started to think about the ramifications of everything. She didn't want to leave, she loved her parents, but she would just die if her parents got hurt because of her. "Will spirits and stuff try to hurt them? What should I do?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

She shoots a look of daggers at Piotr, “This is serious, nuzusul you may think this is some fancy game but unlike Moriarty I have little patience and the means to rip you both apart. But yes you do deserve to know why you are here; each of you are nuzusul.”

“That means you are pre-change werewolves, uratha. It also means you are dangerous beacons for the spirits, and you are stirring them up into a feeding frenzy. You may laugh Sherlock and Watson, but your very presence is making our jobs much more difficult,” she finishes icily.

Piotr looks confused, he opens his mouth, then shuts it, then looks at Sherlock, then back at Rachel.

"Ms. Snow, I thought this was some kind of gang related matter, but werewolves?" he remains where he's standing however, for if there was some truth in the supernatural then there may be explanations for some of the things he's witnessed in his time.

 

[Shayuri]

For a moment Ariella stands alertly, head high, ears perked forward. How strange it seemed to have the scent and the sight conflict! How curious it was! Already she was thinking of her eyes as merely an adjunct to her nose...a way to give smells shape. She can't maintain that posture long though...the din around her, all the unfettered noise of the city unfiltered by her human mind brought her head down, and flattened her ears against her skull.

She whined and shook her head, as if to shake flies off. Her skin was loose...when she shook, she could feel it continue to flop to and fro for a few seconds. So -weird!-

Am I still dreaming? It feels different now...louder. More...real.

Cautiously, not sure how the man(wolf?) would react, she padded closer, sniffing the air as she came on. It was strange how she couldn't -hide- her feelings. She was a little scared, a little uncertain, and very curious...and she could feel every one of those emotions shaping her posture, her body, without consulting her brain at all on the way out.

Finally she stopped and sat in the snow...tail thwapping slowly. Not fast enough for a wag...just enough to show her intentions weren't hostile. Ari tried to speak, but all that came out was an eerie wailing barking noise...the noise of a wolf vocalizing.

 

[Graf]

Camera, huge in his enveloping trenchcoat, squats down.

There is an instinctive shudder when he looks at the wolf. Something primal.

He rises on his toes as Ariella approaches, but fights an instinctive urge to run. Or does he want to fight. Camera isn’t sure and raising his eyes to Issac before bringing them back down.

 

[DrZombie]

Piotr looks confused, he opens his mouth, then shuts it, then looks at Sherlock, then back at Rachel.

"Ms. Snow, I thought this was some kind of gang related matter, but werewolves?" he remains where he's standing however, for if there was some truth in the supernatural then there may be explanations for some of the things he's witnessed in his time.

Drake softly sings:

"Off through the new day's mist I run
Out from the new day's mist I have come
I hunt
Therefore I am
Harvest the land
Taking the fallen lamb"

(metallica 'of wolf and man')

He looks at Piotr, and then at the lady.

"I admit, at times I'm a feckin' eejit. But this? We're feckin' werewolves, and the feckin' leprechauns are going nuts because of it?
I don't know what your game is, miss, but if I wanted to be part of a gang war I'd have stayed in feckin' Boston. Find some other feckin' fools.
I don't know about you, Watson, but I'm getting the feck out of here. I've gotten enough troubles with the feckin' cops as it is."
Drake slowly backs off, trying not to turn his back on anyone, hoping to get out in one piece.

 

[Tokiwong]

Camera, huge in his enveloping trenchcoat, squats down.

There is an instinctive shudder when he looks at the wolf. Something primal.

He rises on his toes as Ariella approaches, but fights an instinctive urge to run. Or does he want to fight. Camera isn’t sure and raising his eyes to Issac before bringing them back down.

Isaac puts a hand on Camera’s shoulder, “Don’t be afraid…” He then turns to Ariella and kneels down. He cocks his head slightly and then begins speaking his teeth have a far more feral appearance then should be possible and indeed Camera can’t understand a damn thing his father is saying. It sounds like the yelps and whoops of a dog or wolf perhaps…

It is odd to hear the wolf speech without the scents and visual cues to back it up but Ariella understands this much, “Don’t be afraid. We are not enemy. We are uratha. Understand?”

Ariella has a Primal Urge of 1 now.

Drake and Piotr

“Well even if you don’t believe it, this is the truth. I don’t really care if you try and run, you won’t get far. You are dangerous right now, your body is on the verge of realizing the wolf-spirit within. When that happens it will be bloody dangerous for everyone around you, you will probably fall into kuruth, the death rage. And that will…” she pauses, and then both of you feel it as well…

Rachel howls her body growing larger and more feral, she still looks human, but her face is predator-like now, with hair growing up her muscular arms and on the sides of her face and she easily puts on another hundred pounds of pure muscle… in that same instance the thunder of the hogs roars through the doors as the three bikers from earlier charge into the place.

From the darkness more figures descend, including Moriarty, who the two see burst into a huge man-wolf form and tackles one of the bikers the two skidding into the darkness, but it does not sound like the fight is over. Rachel growls loudly, “THE PURE!”

The mystery woman leaps from her bike and her body flows into an elegant white-silver furred wolf and she charges Drake knocking him down, its teeth viciously ripping at his shoulder… Piotr loses himself to the fear and the anger and shock, and feels his body growing hot, tearing at itself and before he can recall his teeth… they must be his teeth are sinking into the flesh of the white wolf that attacked his newfound companion!

The silver-white she wolf growls loudly letting its fury build and in an instant is just as large Piotr and he feels himself flying… and the haze of fury sets in…

Piotr is lying on the ground, and feels his arm is broken, but when he looks he hears the strange pops and visceral sounds of the injury already mending itself. He is nearly naked and covered in blood, the coppery taste filling his mouth.

Drake comes to with a strange blade sticking from his stomach, and then Moriarty kicking him off it. Moriarty spits, “Jesus dude, you lost it… tried to freaking kill me you son of a bitch… death rage is some scary $#@! man.” Strangely although Drake is in pain, the injury is already dulling to a throb, and he can feel it knitting the flesh back together.

Rachel grumbles, covered in blood and injuries, “Looks like we are not the only ones looking for these nuzusul…”

Faith

Candace does not smile, but Faith can tell that she is pleased that she intimidates the young wolf so much. Candace speaks, “You have much to learn… this life is a war. We are under siege at all times, I hope that you die peacefully in your sleep, but being Forsaken… I doubt that will happen.”

Subtle Storm sighs, “Don’t scare the poor girl.”

“If she is scared now, she will never make it,” Candace adds gruffly, “Relax, no one is asking you to breed.”

Subtle Storm smiles, “I can’t answer that for you, but I can tell you that we are dangerous we have the rage of Father Wolf in us, and we can end up hurting those we love just as easily as any malicious spirit. Many uratha break ties with their old lives, but those reasons are varied.”

Candace adds, “You want to save yourself some heartbreak princess? Get the f%&# out of dodge, you love your parents I see that, but chances are they might get pissed at you for something trivial and if you lose control of that rage, being so young you could end up ripping them apart. Trust me it happens more times then I care to count. We have the soul of a savage hunter within us, and it wants to be free. I ain’t saying you can’t live with them, but you have to be careful.”

 

[Festy_Dog]

"I bit someone," Piotr is more than a little dumbfounded by the immediate past's events, "I can taste blood but it is not my own. I bit someone... and it felt good."

Piotr goes on to talk to himself in Russian. Those with a grasp for the language notice his attention has moved to his broken arm. He pokes it a couple of times, apparently looking surprised. Piotr shakes his head and looks at those around him.

"Anyone care to explain what happened? I'm not drunk or high, but this wound doesn't hurt as much as it should and I saw fictional monsters. That's not something someone who isn't hammered experiences," the Russian looks to the Rachel, "I guess I am no longer in any position to doubt you Ms. Snow."

 

[Shalimar]

"I'll be careful, I promise, I'll keep my rage under control. I just don't want to leave everything...I want to finish school if I can I'm a junior and its only 1 more year, I can keep it undercontrol for a year, right? Is that possible? Are there other werewolves that are still trying to go to school too? Maybe we could like compare notes and help each other, Doing something hard is easier when you have people to talk to that are going through the same thing."

"I'm scared Candace because I'm not an idiot, that doesn't mean I can't handle it. I just need to know what it is exactly. Give me time to adjust and I will." she says angrily snapping at the older wolf.

 

[Tokiwong]

"I bit someone," Piotr is more than a little dumbfounded by the immediate past's events, "I can taste blood but it is not my own. I bit someone... and it felt good."

Piotr goes on to talk to himself in Russian. Those with a grasp for the language notice his attention has moved to his broken arm. He pokes it a couple of times, apparently looking surprised. Piotr shakes his head and looks at those around him.

"Anyone care to explain what happened? I'm not drunk or high, but this wound doesn't hurt as much as it should and I saw fictional monsters. That's not something someone who isn't hammered experiences," the stubbled Russian looks to the Rachel, "I guess I am no longer in any position to doubt you Ms. Snow."

Rachel nods, “That was an attack by the Pure, and I think they were after you,” she gestures to Drake, “Which means everything just got a whole lot more complicated… time we take this up Roman, as much as I hate to admit it. Moriarty get these two to Roman, the rest of us, we got Pure to hunt.”

Moriarty scowls, “Damn it, alright Rachel… I can handle that.”

Faith

Candace nods, “Good, this isn’t a time to be weak… you will need that anger probably sooner then you think.”

Subtle Storm sighs, “I know you will Faith, it just isn’t easy… and uratha… we are not the kind of people that like to compare notes just getting two packs together without them fighting is hard enough. But things are changing at least here in Denver, but we are still very violent and territorial. So don’t take it personally… we have the spirit of the wolf, and wolves don’t play well with other packs.”

Candace nods, “Yeah, I can agree there.”

“And are there uratha that try to lead normal lives, some try. Many fail, some succeed. It is a balancing act of life, because your normal life was a lie, your new life is the truth. You walk two worlds now, that of the flesh and that of the spirit. If you forsake one for the other you only weaken yourself. You can’t cling too tight to your past, because that is not your future. You are uratha now,” Subtle Storm adds.