[Wyrmywahya] (123 not it!!!)
[Gina McClaren] *She gets about four blocks and fifteen minutes away, before she finds an area with cell service and a noticable lack of leering drug dealers. Standing under a street lamp she pauses, and punches the number for the BBQ place Maija works at, letting the phone ring unti she gets an answer, and leaving a message that it was urgently important she speak to Maija. Then she waits.*
[Maija] It’s late, and she was tired, and when Big Bob comes clomping up the stairs, she’s asleep on the couch, surrounded, as usual, by a variety of books. The knock on the door is insistent and she jumps up and grabs automatically for the blade under the couch cushion. A moment later she recognizes the voice, calls out that she’ll be right there, wraps herself in her blanket and goes to unlock the door.
A moment’s confusion as she looks at the phone, and then she nods and takes it. “Thanks, I’ll bring it down in a minute…”
Only when Big Bob takes his leave, grumbling good-naturedly while looking over his shoulder worriedly, does she answer the phone.
“…Gina?”
[Wyrmywahya] (post around me real quick need to use the restroom)
to Gina McClaren, Maija
[Gina McClaren] Maija darlin.. saerry tae breng ye entae thes. Wahya’s back. An’ he’s changed. Changed fer tha bad. Ee’s near dead, but ee’s en a killin sort o mood. Ee’s only calm about half the time, but when ee es, ee mentions yer name.
*The warmth and softness of her voice is somewhat lackluster tonight as she sings into the ancient cellphone she calls her own. A deep breath and a pause as she collects her thoughts.*
Reckon, ah’m gintae gawn back, see effen ee’s aulrecht. Boy’s fetchen a Shaman en tha meantime.. Reckon..ets up tae ye effen ye coome oor nae. Ets dangerous, but mayhaps ye could help. Aye?
*A cursory glance around, checking for bad sorts prowling aroun. Seeing none, she drags a hand through her hair and begins the trek back to her house, careful of her cell reception.*
[Maija] “wait…wha’?” She blinks, and falls back against the wall, listening and picking apart Gina’s accent, and what she’s saying.
Wahya’s back.
Wahya’s changed. Bad.
Wahya’s not dead, but in a killin mood…
Wahya’s calling her name.
She scrubs her hand over her face, and looks down the hallway to where Wahya would normally pop in, where the last time he scared the bejesus out of her, to make sure she was alright, to make sure she was not being torture, to make sure she knew he’d be back.
“No.. yeah, no a’course I’m comin!” its Wahya and he’d do the same for her. The decision made, she starts to move, ditching the cover and throwing it on the couch as she starts searching for her clothing and getting dressed. “Jus’ gimme nuff time t’get dressed, an’ I’ll come.”
[Gina McClaren] Aye! Meet ye o me house. An.. effen ye wander through Chinatown.. an’ they’ve the dead chickens hangin? Pick one oor tae oop. Aye?
*She rattles off the address and hoofs it to the same. Charms jingling as she goes, tension building the closer she draws to the little yellow house on Oaktown avenue.*
[Wyrmywahya] By the time Gina makes it back to her home, it’s likely she’ll need a new couch. The moment they were gone, Wahya had started to prowl around the living room, his head low, sniffing at the front door that bore his claw marks. When he couldn’t figure a way around it, he began to search out her home, slipping in and out of rooms.
The desire to kill – to rend flesh – gnaws at his insides; it twists pain so violently that it makes him want to wretch. He was hungering to destroy something, to kill… his lust for violence exacted on Gina’s couch.
By the time, the pair of kin makes it back there. Once they dare to open the door, the couch is in tatters. Cushions turned over or lie haphazardly on the floor. The guts of the couch are all over the place, wood and metal gnawed on and white stuffing and fabric everywhere.
[Maija] …dead chickens? “…uh. ok. I’ll be there soon.”
She hangs up, and dials another number, quickly and leaves a message, her voice low and soft, even as she shoving her thin self into jeans, her shoes, and digging for a sweater. She hangs up the phone, and then as she bundles up, she calles out “I know ya waitin’ out there, come on in, BB!” She’s rewarded with a grumble even as she grabs what little extra cash she has, and shoves it into her pocket. She grabs her pack, shoves some things into it and slings it over her shoulder before she grabs her keys, and the phone.
“Hey, bob. Here’s ya phone. I left John a message – if he shows up here an’ ain’t got it, kin ya tell him t’check his voice mail? An’ I need t’borrow ya car. I’ll have it back t’morrow, I swear. Remember th’fella what stayed with me a while? He’s hurt.. I gotta go see i’m.”
She exchanges the phone for the keys to the beater station wagon and briefly smiles her thanks before she locks up, and hauls ass down the stairs, to the car, and to Gina’s – with a brief detour through Chinatown.
Whole Chickens.
Gross.
She arrives at Gina’s, parkin’ out front and stepping out just about the time Gina arrives back there too. Coincidence or fate, who’s to say. She grabs the bag o’chickens and her pack, and steps to the walk, locking the car up behind her. “…hey.”
She ain’t much to look at, Maija, not when compared to Gina. Her natural reluctance to smile, to speak, to do anything but hide in the shadows making it even harder to figure out the young gnawer. But once a friend, she’s a friend for life. Wahya needs her. She’s here, bearing “…chickens?” in the bag she offers Gina.
[Gina McClaren] *The two kin couldn’t be more different. White, Brown, Thin, Curvy, Quiet, Loud, Shy, Shameless, they make an odd pair as they approach the door, Gina taking the bag of limp chickens from the gnawer kin, exotic features pinched with worry.*
Och thank christ darlin. Reckon move real slow an speak real soft.. we may need tae run like hell effen ee’s en a mood.
*The door pushes open, and the pikey winces. Her couch was ruined. Her door clawed to hell. That made the damage tally for tonight $200 in hush money, 1 second hand couch, 1 regurgitated rump roast and a can of repair putty. If she could keep her face off the list of things to repair or right off, she’d consider herself ahead of the game. She steps cautiously inside the door, bangles jingling as moves slowly towards the kitchen, and her bedroom. She singsongs quietly.*
Wahya? Darlin? Ah’m back… Brought ye Maija…
*Fair warning. Last thing she wanted to do is startle a rabid wolf.*
[Maija] Move slow, speak soft, and be ready to run like hell. Tension settles into her shoulders, wraps around her spine, and she swallows hard.
This is a bad idea.
This is a really bad idea.
[but it’s Wahya]
Though every instinct in her is screaming at her to run, every muscle in her skinny frame demanding the same – still, she follows Gina inside.
[Wyrmywahya] The kinfolk should have listened to their instincts.
Gina and Maija tip-toe through the little yellow house on Oaktown Avenue. Eyes and ears perked for any signs of the rabid wolf that could be anywhere.
The couch thumps loudly, rocking up off the floor. Large black ears suddenly pop up from inside the couch, followed by a tail. It thumps again, slamming against the wall as Wahya’s head jerks up and to the side, rolling back over edge of the couch. He was inside the thing, somehow wedged up underneath the frame.
His ears pin back, his body moving to try to climb out of the couch’s inside. His nose twitching at the scent of the chickens.
[Gina McClaren] [Perception/animal ken]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Gina McClaren] *Gina freezes mid-step, whirling around in a minature cyclone of long hair and jingling clinking charms. The bag of chickens crinkling in her tightening fingers.*
Wahya.. here. Try thes. Hopefully ye won’t throw up.
*Here’s really hoping… Gina was attached to her face, literally, and didn’t want it bitten off after another thrilling episode of “Why does two legs try to poison me?” SHe licks her lips nervously.*
[Maija] Her eyes widen, and she takes a step back, and another until she thumps into a wall. Something solid. Something real. Something… thatsnotwahyathatsnotwahya
She swallows hard, as she slips from her pack and sets it to the side, slowly, and sinks to a [protective] crouch, even as she murmurs. “….Wahya?”
Not quite believing it just yet…
[Wyrmywahya] Maija knows Wahya. She had lived with him for a few weeks in the little one bedroom apartment. He slept on her couch, slept at the foot of her bed, scared the shit out of her neighbors and the people she tries to bring home for dinner. His coat was different, more greys and browns and white underbelly…
Now, his fur dark, nearly black with bits of grey, and yet… it is Wahya. The shape of his features and those gold intelligent eyes.
Wahya was always a clever wolf, but not now. Right now, he was as feral as the nickname applies to his kind. Caught up in some thrall that only the Wyrm knows, whispering gleefully in his large ears; what had the Master done to him.
What did she whisper in his mind, what did she glean from the dreams of a lupus? Do they even dream at all? Wolves lived in the present, never thought on the past, nor anticipated the future. The scent of chickens draws his attention; he grows frustrated trying to crawl out from the exposed cavity of the couch’s belly.
And when he does finally emerge, he looks the worse for wear, to the point of near starvation. His bones showing through the ragged black belt.
[Gina McClaren] *A limp chicken flops on the floor near his feet, Gina backing away slowly. Singsong reverberating off the cupboards, bouncing around the cramped kitchen as she peers out the doorway at the Uktena.*
There ye are darlin. Fresh fer ye. Be calm… Yer safe, nae need tae fret… Look, Maija’s here.
[charisma/empathy – be cool, everybody be cool!]
((no botches no botches!))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 3) Re-rolls: 1
[Maija] She knows Wahya. This is him, but not. This is him, but worse. This is him but… possessed…
“…oh Wayha. What did they do to you?”
Gina singsongs, and drops one of the chickens near his feet, and Maija reaches her hand out for the other, nice and slow – suddenly realizing just why they were necessary, which makes her disgust a little tempered. While Gina backs away, Maija inexplicably moves forward – a step, then two. Then she simply waits, quietly.
[Wyrmywahya] It’s disgusting the way he responds, more animal than Garou. He jumps off the couch, one large paw stepping on part of the chicken to hold it in place. His head dipping down to tear chunks of flesh and bone, swallowing instead of chewing his food.
When the first chicken was devoured, the wolf’s head lifts up, tongue flicking out to wash the meat’s juices from his lips. He swings his head at Gina first, nose twitching as he drinks in her scent.
And then, he turns his eyes on Maija.
“Wyrm-comer…” rolls out in a guttural human speech from lupus jaws. Claws click on the hardwood floor as he charges at Maija, sliding halfway when his legs almost give out on him and snaps his teeth at the chicken in her hand.
[Gina McClaren] Move!
*Gina barks softly, both hands on skinny shoulderblades suddenly as she shoves Maija hard in the direction of the door. This “Wyrm-comer” crap was always followed with snarling and violence. Gina tosses the whole sack of chickens in the direction opposite the door, fear spiking the air like a live electric current. They needed to go. Now. Preferably before the corrupted lupus caught his footing. What had she been thinking?!*
[Maija] He lunches for her, and she closes her eyes, tucking further into her protective crouch, trembling as he snaps at the chicken in her hand. Fingers release of their own volition, and then she’s suddenly SHOVED – which sends the too-thin, skinny-assed gnawer sprawling…
(…my what lovely teeth you have, big bad wolf…)
…and scrambling backwards to find that wall to put her back against, again.
[Wyrmywahya] The wolf gnashes his teeth, tearing apart half the chicken and swallowing it in one gulp. His ears roll forward at Gina’s bark, his head whipping around from left to right.
Maija had gone skidding across the hardwood floor, crawling backwards until she finds a wall against her back. The wolf pins his ears back, his body lowering now in a threatening position as he starts to stalk towards her. His tongue licking along black lips that peel back to snarl at her.
[Gina McClaren] Nae Nae nae.. Darlin.. Calm doown..shhh shhh Shhhhhhh…
*This was a bad idea. This was a BAD idea. THIS WAS A BAD IDEA! THISWASABADIDEA! Gina claps her hands once, backing up and singing in the calmest, most soothing voice she can force past trembling lips, and the knot in her throat where her pounding heart now resides. Her eyes flicking to Maija, then the door.*
Nae yer enemy, calm down darlin. Eat yer chickens.. we’ll leave ye be.. shhh shh shh shhhh.. Calm..
[per emp Wp – Calm down! WE’s leavin! WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 9 at target 3) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Maija] She falls utterly still, but for the rise of breath – quick and panicked – in her chest, her eyes wide as she stares at him, pressing back against the wall as she pulls her knees to her chest, in an attempt to protect her tender belly, her eyes never deviating a millimeter from his – those eyes that once looked at her as a friend, as his kin… as someone to be treasured and protected…
“….wahya… please….”
Her voice a soft strangled plea…
[Wyrmywahya] Gina makes noises, her hands clap, and she begins to sing in that voice which had managed to calm the wolf in the first place. His ears roll back as he listens to her voice, conflict etched into lupine features as he leans over Maija, raising himself up to appear more threatening despite his emaciated state.
She whimpers his name in a ragged plea…
It doesn’t register in his mind, there is no recognition. The gold from his eyes has changed to a dull red. He turns away from Maija, padding towards Gina to circle around the caramel kin, licking his muzzle.
“Breeders…” the word comes out in a raspy sound that barely passes for a chuckle.
[Gina McClaren] *It wasn’t working. It wasn’t working. Gina’s eyes get wide as Wahya rasps a single ominous word, an old familiar fear prickling from the base of her spine to the pikey’s hairline. Dark eyes slip wide, hands shaking as she brings them to cross under her bosom. Little knives inside her sleeves. Little knives. Woefully inadequate suddenly. This was no back alley rapist looking to break off a piece of toffee. This was a Garou. Gina tenses from head to toe, frozen in place, eyes moist as she looks from Maija to the door. Pointedly.*
[Maija] Gina looks pointedly at the door, but Maija’s eyes are on Wahya.
hedoesn’tknowme – itsnotwahya
She hasn’t gotten this far in her life without a healthy survival instinct, however, and even as he licks his chops and circles Gina, she inches her way toward the door, looking for something, anything that she can use to help Gina get away too…
[Wyrmywahya] It was working, but not in the way, that Gina had anticipated. The Strider kinfolk has become the new focus of the wolf’s interests, he begins to circle her, pacing in a slow gait. Shoulder blades jutting out as loose skin rolls over them, it makes them wonder just how deep the wolf is losing his own psyche.
That connection he held with Gaia has slipped through his claws.
Gina will feel the brush of fur hissing against the back of her jeans as Wahya sidled up behind her and then paced away. He stands between both of the kin, pausing to look between them in consideration.
The wolf turns and starts to charge Gina to knock her down.
[Gina McClaren] *She’s too scared to even scream, a choked gasp of air and a dischordant jangle of charms as she makes to throw herself out of the way.*
[dodge him! Make for door!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Maija] Slowly.. slowly.. her fingers slide into her boot as she grabs the blade she keeps there, and then?
Wahya charges, Gina dodges and Maija springs into motion while his attention is on the other kin – but not away from him, not this time. She won’t see him hurting the kin who wanted only to help.
She may hate the nation, but she always does her duty.
She springs forward, her hand flicking the switchblade open as she swings…
[Wyrmywahya] The time for games was over. The Kin in their attempts to help had their hands bitten, so to speak. Such is the way of the wolf… Gina tries to dodge the wolf, throwing herself out of the way as he charged at her. Wahya skids across the hardwood floor, his body twisting and swinging back around has he snaps his jaws at Gina, makes a dash after the Caramel kin.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Wyrmywahya] (give me initis so we just have a an order here)
[Gina McClaren] [init! +5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Maija] +7
(makes mental note to get the girl a gun.)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Wyrmywahya] Lupus: 8+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Wyrmywahya] (I know Gina is dodging, likely correct and Maija is cutting him while he’s going after Gina)
to Gina McClaren, Maija
[Maija] (Yup.)
to Gina McClaren, Wyrmywahya
[Gina McClaren] (yus!)
[Wyrmywahya] (go ahead and roll maija’s attack)
to Gina McClaren, Maija
[Maija] Dex+melee= 5d4 pleasedon’tmissplease?
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 6 (Success x 3 at target 4)
[Maija] Damage = str+2
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wyrmywahya] soak
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmywahya] chasing down gina
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Gina McClaren] Oh jesus Dodge!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmywahya] The violent jingle of bells explodes all over the living room as Gina is chased around by Wahya; Maija makes an attempt to save the other woman by springing after him with her switchblade. She can feel the blade connect with fur, sliding into what muscle and bone are there, but the wolf doesn’t flinch or yowl in pain. He is too determined to latch on to the sweet voice that has kept him at bay for so long…
Gina feels the weight of the wolf slam against her, it is enough to knock the small woman down and she finds the wolf on top of her. Despite, the bony appearance of his frame, he is still tenacious enough to topple her. Huge paws plant on her shoulders, his muzzle snapping once just inches from her face and his tail twitched.
“Lets have sex, monkey…”
[Maija] …blink. he knocks down Gina, and only later will she think of what he said, and perhaps wonder about it, and think far too much on what it means when he had rejected her so determinedly months ago. But now, she just swings the blade again.
“Wayha, STOP!”
[Gina McClaren] *A high whine of terror, made all the more terrible by that expressive voice the pretty strider kin can’t turn off. Gina’s knocked nearly breathless as Wahya’s weight crushes her small frame. What she wouldn’t give for someone to pop in from the umbra now. But there was not displacement of air or crack of light to signify the cavalry, just Wahya and the terrified kin in Gina’s living room. Gina shoves at Wahya’s chest, squirming out from under him best she can, belly dancing has to come in handy for something. The pikey swallowing hard as she sobs.*
Maija.. RUN! Fer Fook Sakes! Gi’ help!
[escaping! dex..ath?]
[Maija] Dex+melee 5 d4
Who ya think’s gonna help woman? ME.
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 7 (Failure at target 4)
[Gina McClaren] [escape!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Maija] (….or not. *LMAO*)
[Wyrmywahya] (falls out of chair)
[Wyrmywahya] (want to reroll at a +1 diff?)
to Gina McClaren, Maija
[Maija] (Oh yes. *L*)
to Gina McClaren, Wyrmywahya
[Maija] SRSLY? Come ON.
+1 diff, 5d5
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 5)
[Maija] (hahahahahahhahaha0
[Gina McClaren] [striders don’t FAIL!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Wyrmywahya] bite on maija
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 5, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Wyrmywahya] bite damage str+2 + 4
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Wyrmywahya] Maija is screaming. She shouts Wahya’s name. Tells him to stop, but he isn’t obeying. Her voice grates on his ears, causes them to fold back as it distracts him from his intended purpose. It allows Gina the time to get out from under the wolf, but as Maija attempts to swing her switchblade at him…
Her steps falter, a piece of greasy chicken meat catches under foot and she goes down, just as the gleam of steel caught in Wahya’s eyes and forces him to attack her instead.
The knife slips from Maija’s fingers, stabbing down into her left thigh muscle. Vicious jaws rip into her left flank, tearing the fabric of clothes from her waist as she can feel Wahya’s teeth take a chunk of flesh out of her side…
Blood sprays across the walls and onto the floor, what had started as an innocent attempt to help a wyrm-ridden wolf has escalated into a blood bath. Wahya’s tail switches, his nostrils flare as he chuffs out hot breath, licking the blood from his muzzle as he swallows the tasty bit of flesh torn from Maija’s side.
to Gina McClaren, Maija
[Wyrmywahya] Maija is screaming. She shouts Wahya’s name. Tells him to stop, but he isn’t obeying. Her voice grates on his ears, causes them to fold back as it distracts him from his intended purpose. It allows Gina the time to get out from under the wolf, but as Maija attempts to swing her switchblade at him…
Her steps falter, a piece of greasy chicken meat catches under foot and she goes down, just as the gleam of steel caught in Wahya’s eyes and forces him to attack her instead.
The knife slips from Maija’s fingers, stabbing down into her left thigh muscle. Vicious jaws rip into her left flank, tearing the fabric of clothes from her waist as she can feel Wahya’s teeth take a chunk of flesh out of her side…
Blood sprays across the walls and onto the floor, what had started as an innocent attempt to help a wyrm-ridden wolf has escalated into a blood bath. Wahya’s tail switches, his nostrils flare as he chuffs out hot breath, licking the blood from his muzzle as he swallows the tasty bit of flesh torn from Maija’s side.
[Maija] She goes down – her own knife in her thigh, and then Wahya’s teeth find purchase and take a chunk form her side as she falls… Gina had gotten free though, and this tie it’s the kinfolk who yells at her…
“….get….help…. GO.”
Even as her eyes remain on Wahya… who’s eating.. her flesh… (….ew…)
[Gina McClaren] Wahya! Fookin PLEASE!!! Thes esnae ye… Please.. *Gina’s sobbing, crawling backwards away from him, eyes rivetted on Maija’s bloody form as she sings. *
Stop! Jaysus Wahya STOP!
*The pikey lurches to her feet, scrambling towards the door. She had to get help. She had to…*
[pleading roll. fleeing roll next!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 3)
[Gina McClaren] [annnnd fleeing]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Wyrmywahya] [WP check]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Wyrmywahya] (new initis please)
to Gina McClaren, Maija
[Maija] 7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Gina McClaren] [init +5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3
[Wyrmywahya] 8+
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Wyrmywahya] (Maija, Wahya, Gina. Give me Maija’s attack roll)
to Gina McClaren, Maija
[Maija] Gina starts to run, and Maija tries her damnedest to give the kinfolk a few extra seconds to get out that door, by keeping Wahya’s attention on her.
“Wayha… please.. it’s me… Maija-kin…” her eyes shine bright with the agony ripping through her – even as she brandishes the knife one more time…
(dex+melee -2 (mauled, 5agg) diff 4 +WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 4) [WP]
[Maija] (Damage= 2+2=4)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)
[Wyrmywahya] Gina starts to run, manages to get to the door. She screams at Wahya to stop. Maija takes a swing, managing to stab the wolf towering over her, in his madness, he doesn’t feel it chink off his shoulders. Irritation reflected in his eyes at the Wyrm-comer that tries to kill him. His jaws snap out to grasp a hold of Maija and bite down.
bite attack
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)
[Wyrmywahya] bite damage
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Gina McClaren] [ruunnnn out the door, get help!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 8, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Wyrmywahya] Gina McClaren’s home will never be the same again. Has a matter-of-fact, she may have to move… again. Her eyes will drink in the savageness of what it is the Garou are capable of, even more so when one of her Cousins, the werewolves she strives so hard to fix…
Wahya is not himself, the wyrm-taint that spread through him runs its course, the days, weeks, months of not eating – his resources tapped out as he ran faster than the speed of thought to get home to the very woman he wanted to see…
Now, the taste of flesh melted in his mouth, he succumbs to the hunger that has gnawed at his gut. The flavored meat of the roast upset his pallet, the raw chicken wasn’t enough. Tonight, human flesh sustains the wolf-born turned monster…
Gaia helps us all.
[Maija] Gina runs, Maija has enough time to see that, and to feel a sort of relief course through her as the other kinfolk gets away, even as Wahya’s teeth loom again.
Everything slows down.
Maija’s soul is broken. Wahya can’t fix Maija’s soul.
The clamp shut over her already broken torso, where the wound there is already saturating the floor with her lifesblood…
You’re wrong. You’re very pretty, and I’d be a fool to go now.
and he bites. Even as the pain rips through her, she reaches for his muzzle, for the eyes that aren’t the eyes she was expecting, hoping to see again, the eyes of her friend, warped by the wyrm in ways that she couldn’t break past – she reaches, and he bites, and her eyes close, as her hand falls to the floor.
Maija ok. Maija-kin is Wahyas.
forever.