Buda & Pest

[Sablepaw]

*The appearance of the Crow-guide who must have alerted him while I attacked breaks my concentration. Especially when she makes that strange and annoying noise...*

<No crow speech. No Spirit speech. She's mocking the Twoleg-sounds just like Jaybird taught me to... or no, she's... "talking" to him!>

*My blank stare becomes clear and fierce at the same time after White Raven replies to his Guide. I snarl at him again scornfully.*

- /Gar/ You're right in that I do have a lot to learn. From pure Spirits and from Mighty Griffin's Tribe. I don't know much about yours but maybe your True-born Tribemates don't mistake the sense of duty for mere arrogance or courage and honesty for sheer boldness. So you were seeking me? Luring me here by mimicking being Prey? You seemed quite surprised when I came, though.

<Mimicking prey... like the Gift of Jaybird, although I tend to lure Twolegs while waiting for them in safety. As a Giant Wolf. And I don't get surprised when they show up. And he didn't have to do much to mimic the Prey... I guess he simply looks like that when wearing Twoleg-skin. The skin he was born in...>

- /Gar/ Anyway, you should be very thankful for Crow for alerting you right in time. That no-furred shape is fragile, it can hardly smell anything and is prone to lose its head and limbs way too quickly.

*I turn to the Spirit again - I'm curious what she said and what she knows so I decide to ask her .*

- /Spi/ Keen-eyed follower of Predators! You surely have a good reason to guide and guard this Twoleg-born and I'm not to question your alliance. But I have a feeling you know about me and the Prophecy given to me by Griffin. What was that about him, finding me? This is the black "wolf" I should travel with, right?

*My voice and scent become alien and my eerie eyes glow in an even more otherworldly way; White Raven will quickly realize I'm using the Spirit Speech.*
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Inu]

*I switch to defensive, when the Red Talon becomes aggressive. Again. Without any real cause.*

<True blooded? Wolf-born? So I'm not good enough for you? How sweet.>

*Her words wakes my anger, but mindless rage is not my way. I'll need to know her motives. And I certainly need to know about her "Sacred Quest"! I force myself to stand confident and superior, but not aggressive. Its her role, not mine. I prepare an adequate answer, just when Crow arrives. She is huge now, I have to admit. And she is just as lovely as always. She always had a way with words... Being in Crinos I can't answer her in Hungarian. And I don't speak the language of the spirits. But I still have my answer ready to the Red Talon.*

-/Gar/ Of course I've found her, my friend. So bold and arrogant. Yet she needs so much to learn.

*Of course I won't show my doubts about findig the right "cub". I accept the special compliment of Crow and I'm glad I could fight back to the "cub" at the same time. This was all I could do for now.*

[Freiherr von Rosen]

Characters present: Sablepaw, White Raven.

*Needless to say, the horse of White Raven bolts out in a frenzied panic, back towards the town. Not that she's needed in any way here.
What both Garou slowly begin to realize is that at the climax, when the Talon charged, a loud, screeching crow sound came crashing down upon them, alerting the horse and effectively saving the Lord's life. In the heat of the moment, it nearly seemed irrelevant, but now, glancing up, a huge, majestic crow can be seen circling well above the wolves.
As White Raven casts his gaze upon it, a familiar voice begins to cackle in a most typical crow fashion.
What's less typical are the Hungarian words leaving its beak.*

-/Hun/ You have found her. You have found her! Good! You're not as dense as you look, after all!
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[Sablepaw]

*My hackles rise, I bare my teeth, my ears straighten up completely and I instinctively snarl letting out a low, threatening growl when White Raven introduces himself. Even my emotion-scent changes from joy and excitement to anger and disdain and there's not even the slightest submission in my posture even after hearing he's of "higher Rank" - in theory.*

<The Tribe of the Traitor. The blood of the Traitor. I don't know if he betrayed any of my kind or not. His Ancestors did that's for sure. But what if he's the one from the Prophecy? I have to find out...>

*I stare deep into his eyes, the eerie glow in my eyes seem even more haunting and menacing but I keep myself from taking the Giant Wolf shape again to charge. I try to cool myself but that's not an easy task.*

<So he used to be like one of those ugly whelps I took to the forest and impaled alive. Maybe born of a Twoleg bitch. Or a Garou bitch who let a Twoleg mate with her. This is so.... outrageously disgusting!>

*Of course I don't get his "joke" and I don't spare a glance at the huge, rolling river. When he asks me I raise my left shoulder to show him my scar.*

- /Gar/ Mighty Griffin himself marked me when I was a mere wolfcub. He shows me visions of times yet to come. He showed me and my Elder a Prophecy. One that I'm destined to fulfil. I have a Sacred Quest from Griffin. Go ask your Crow-guide for carrion birds are wise and they see a lot. Go ask Griffin or any of his Brood and they'll tell you. If they speak to you at all and not shred you to pieces. Maybe you'd better send a true blooded one from your pack whose scent you're carrying if there's a Wolf-born amongst them.

*I try to ease my tense muscles and I try not to snarl constantly but emotions are hard to overcome... but I have to find out if he's the one. For the first time since I met the mongrel-Garou I trot to the riverbank and gaze at the rippling mass of water and ice and then I gaze at the stars, then back at the moonlit snow, at the footprints of White Raven and into his devious grey eyes again. I need to find a Sign. Even though my loathing and hostility can still be felt and smelled my eyes are seeking omens now with a distant, visionary look and my scent becomes slightly cryptic and unworldly*

//Perception (4) + Enigmas (3)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 9, 7, 5, 8, 9, 1 (Total = 42)

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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

Legutóbb Sablepaw szerkesztette (Szomb. Júl. 07, 2012 1:23 am), összesen 1 alkalommal

[Inu]

*I relax my muscles a little, but I don't let my guard down. I didn't expect an attack so early. I know that I missed to howl my introduction, but I hardly reached the forest. I didn't even have time to hide my horse and... I take a glance at the direction where the poor stock likely left the scene, but first things first. I only calm down when she starts her introduction. She would have demanded mine first if this territory had been hers. We are both strangers here.*

<A Red Talon cliath? Now I understand her reaction. She attacked a "scummy Twoleg". :)

Guided by a great spirit and mentored by an Elder? I don't really know the habits of the Red Talons, but this is peculiar. If she were a cub, I would think... No, the Crow's guidance was accurate in one thing: I need a cub.>

-/Gar/ Greetings Sablepaw. I am White Raven, Adren of the Shadow Lords, born in human form under the New Moon.

*I don't intend to tell anything about my deceased family nor about my mentors, but I also have my pride. This proud Cliath is "The Chosen of the Griffin"? I thought I have a duty of great importance but if what she said is true, I will change a few words with Crow, who is never straight and never talkative.*

-/Gar/ ...had been guided by Crow, but recently only by the river... - *I address my little joke rather to myself and Crow. I guess only I laugh at my joke and in an instant I'm serious again. I ask my question with curiousity and respect:* - Sablepaw, may I ask you what you are chosen for by the Griffin?

[Sablepaw]

<....?!!!>

*At the very last moment I try to land on the ground snapping my jaws at the thin air - probably all while jumping over the horse - instead of charging further towards the...*

<...A Garou! Now that explains those wolf scents! But why is he so... weird? And why was he wearing that form... and sitting on a horse???!>

*After breaking my beautiful and deadly charging motion and getting on my fours again I shake myself still snarling and spitting from the initial savage thrill of the hunt but I quickly become more curious than furious. Realizing that the Weird One probably isn't preparing a counter-attack and just stands there as if he's trying to defend himself instead, I decide he's not a foe at least for now so maybe it's the best to take my less threatening, natural shape and introduce myself so I turn into my regular wolf-form. I try to keep several wolf-lengths from the fleeing mare while I'm slowly circling around the Stranger; dumb horse or not I don't want to get under the sharp hooves of a panicked prey while I try to investigate the... Garou.*

<He is black as a Twoleg-wolf... the Prophecy showed me a black wolf at the Hive with me. Could it be... him? Black wolves aren't common. But why is he so strange? And what's up with this faint scent? Where's all the healthy, hearty musk? Anyway... finally I have company!>

*Standing proud and content as a wolf - maybe also trying to act a bit like Eyes-of-Fire - I approach the stranger confidently with only the healthy amount of aggression in my poise. It is a new situation for me; this isn't my territory but judging by the lack of scent-markers it doesn't belong to him or his pack either. And it's not the encounter of two wolves but two Garou strangers... so I'm not sure how to act but I guess I've already introduced my ambush skills pretty well.*

- /Gar/ Greetings Garou. I didn't realize you're one of us. You smelled and looked like those scummy Twolegs so much I bet even they mistake you for one of their kind. Anyway, I'm Sablepaw.

<Maybe a more... elaborate introduction would be more impressive...>

- /Gar/... Cliath of Red Talons, the purest of the Tribes, born under the Crescent Moon. I'm from the litter of mighty Thornclaw, Red Talon of faraway-lands and the majestic alpha bitch wolf kin he called Buzzard's Song. I've been guided and taught by the Great Spirit Old Wolf of the Woods himself and I was mentored and accepted into the Tribe by the glorious and powerful Elder Eyes-of-Fire of the Gibbous Moon. I'm the Chosen One of Griffin, the carrier of Prophecy, loyal friend to the Spirits of the Pure Beasts of Wilderness and the fierce foe and destroyer of Blight-ridden ones, Traitors and Twolegs. Who are you?

<I hope this sounded like the proper Garou introduction. And I hope he isn't a tainted-blooded Nofur-born mongrel but only very good at... infiltrating the enemy or... something like that>


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[Description - Sablepaw in Lupus:

*Her prominent musk indicates she’s a young, perfectly healthy, quite sated bitch of or near to reproductive age although she’s not in heat. A fine and beautiful example of the Grey Wolf but she belongs to a subspecies not known anywhere you've travelled so far. She carries no detectable scent of other wolves meaning she's either a loner or has been long away from her pack. Her route must have been through the pure wilderness but if you have a keen sense of smell you can possibly still feel the stale scent of her last kill: the blood and flesh of dozens of slaughtered humans meaning she probably rolled in the fresh carcasses just like usual wolves do with their prey to show off the scents to their packmates.
Her scent also tells a lot about her mood; right now she seems to be very excited, curious and even a bit upbeat but she also carries the scent of a strong determination bordering fanaticism. Ancient, spicy musk mixed with the odour of the Wyld and the Spirit World hangs around her as a constant reminder of the Old Ways of the Predators. Not even the slightest Weaver or Wyrm taint can be felt around her.

Visually she’s apparently around the age of a dozen of seasons or so yet she’s almost as huge as an adult alpha male. Her winter fur is thick and heavy having dense grey undercoat with wild russet and dark grey guard furs growing paler at her belly, chest and muzzle. Her long and powerful legs end in massive paws covered in short, sleek and silky black fur similar to the shiny summer pelt of sables. There's an eerie glow lurking in her gloomy yellow eyes resembling the menacing willow-the-wisps floating above marshlands. She constantly displays a deeply charismatic, determined or even fanatical gaze. A blood-red scar is clearly visible on her left shoulder shaping three parallel claw-marks, the infamous glyph of the Red Talon tribe. The only item she carries is a crude, primitive necklace with seven human teeth and it’s mostly covered by her long mane.
There's an aura of ancient, savage might and pride surrounding her which may be unnerving or even intimidating for Homids. Her build is of the dire wolves from the days long gone and her shape seems to be somewhat dim and otherworldly; from a human perspective she might easily be mistaken for some kind of phantom beast but all Garou can sense this is simply the sign of her being more of Spirit than of Flesh.
All Garou can immediately feel her rare and powerful heritage as well. It's not just a mere resemblance to the greatest heroes of the past. She's the raw embodiment of the most primal and fearsome Great Wolves like she's just emerged from the cruelest days of Impergium or even from times before. This beast is simply the living, walking and breathing memory of the True Wolf Kin in their purest form possibly from times before the Tribes of the Garou were divided, one of the oldest bloodline under the patronage of Griffin - something you're very unlikely to have encountered before.*

/Pure Breed 5/]
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Inu]

*I jump off my horse and change to Crinos form instantly. The horse will run away, but I have far greater problems at the moment.*
-1 rage

/Gar/ Stop!

*I'm prepared to dodge if the Garou continues its attack. Once I thought I could survive solely with words. Now I'm also ready to flee if I fail.*

*Description: While as a human he was covered with a slightly dirty, white cape and you could see nothing else, his Crinos form is quite the opposite. The deep black fur turns to dark grey only at his muzzle. No wounds or scars break the thick fur (from the front). From this darkness only his sly grey eyes light. And of course a little metal weapon, a dagger to be exact in his right "hand".
(Pure Breed 2)

His scent is weak (Scent of running water gift). The strongest scent attached to him is the scent of the horse. If you stop and examine him, you can also feel the scent of a few twolegs (from the nearby town), the meat of a boar and weak scents of other wolves (or other Garou?). He looks healthy and quite strong, although far from the strongest among the Garou. He is very nervous at the moment since he is under attack... by You. :P*

[Sablepaw]

*Slowly taking my Giant Wolf form I sneak even closer to the strange Twoleg with scent of flowers and wolves. I don't have an idea why he carries these smells but maybe I'll find out after he becomes food. He's not an enigma after all but a mere Nofur. I approach him from behind and once I get close enough I prepare for the leap; he's pretty high now but he'll get close enough to the ground soon - even if I miss my initial attack the horse will be frightened enough to knock him down and if I'm lucky she might also kick or trample him. So I charge silently and confidently trying to bury my fangs into the back of the Twoleg's skull...*

Dexterity (6) + Brawl (2)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 8, 5, 4, 2, 10, 10, 8 (Total = 57)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 3d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 5, 3 (Total = 16)

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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

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