The Muse of Eru

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Sasha

Sasha missed Markus and didn't really know what to do with the fellow named Blanc, so she told him to go follow the group heading for the sacred grounds. A part of her just wanted him off her hands, and another knew that if he saw the sacrifices and threatened to blab, he looked like an easy enough kill. Sasha then headed to the pack deck to meet her own crew.

“You are now on patrol. Follow any unusual scents, do not engage anyone if possible, report back any news. I will repeat this again: your job is to report, not attack without need. If you die in the attack, we may not know and you will be risking your pack members by being stupid – so don't be stupid. You will need to shift to optimize the telepathy between us as a group. Be careful, avoid being seen by any more hikers or hunters if possible. I will be going alone, you can pair up if you need to do so.”

With that, Sasha turned and moved off the porch, pausing only to fall into the shift. Shaking out her fur, she bolted to the left of the house, along one of the trails that fanned outward.

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Hey all,

We didn't need it at first, but I think I'm going to have to implement a posting rule. Specifically, you should be posting once every 24 hours at the very least. The past several days have shown a dramatic decrease in posting, partly due to several players waiting on other players. If you need to be absent, I understand that, but then move your character out of the way or let someone else do so for you.

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Marrec

Marrec was contemplating a blade that amounted to a short sword, unsure if he would prefer guns or knives, since usually he just relied on physical strength. The recollection of the guns he had confiscated from the hunters helped Marrec decide, so he plucked a couple handguns off the wall, popped the magazines free and began to load them up with ammunition. Markus' arrival turned his concentration, though he kept on eye on what his hands were doing.

“After all these years as Ulfric, you’d think it would get better..”

A laugh rolled out of Marrec's mouth as he shook his head. "Then you'd get bored and slow and be less prepared for when the rare event did occur." Marrec put on a double holster shoulder rig that settled below either arm, following up with a loose coat stashed nearby for just such an occasion.

“Got a inventory of what ammunitions we need to fill up on in town?”

"Yeah, I do. What did you have the Bolverk do?" he asked curiously, having seen the man mixed in with the others in the kitchen and knowing the hunters would be taken into town. Slipping the two guns into place as well as two extra magazines, Marrec turned to look at the wall of knives with a discerning eye. He turned towards the door when he heard movement, followed by Sam's arrival.

Sam

Her attention turned inward as Sam contemplated the upcoming tasks, concerned about the ritual given the pack’s lack of a Vargamor, or pack priestess. As if Markus was moving along the same wave length, Sam heard him suggest such a position to his Lupa. Curious to see Valerie’s response, the Geri lifted her head and focused her ears and attention on the pair, only to be surprised by the other woman’s willingness to step forward into a more active role. She was certainly intrigued by the upcoming evening now, that was for certain. Grabbing a piece of french toast from the ever-moving plate, Sam considered changing to even more ragged and worn clothing, but decided it wasn't worth the event.

Sliding off her stool, Sam started to follow after Markus, only to have her progress arrested by the Lupa's announcement to meet back in the kitchen once everyone else was gone. Unsure of what time frame that implied, she decided simply to move with her typical fast-paced stride towards the armory and the Ulfric. Coming up on Markus and Marrec, Sam blocked the doorway with her lean frame, arms folded loosely across her stomach.

"The lone werewolf, James, said some old crone in town told him how to get here. If there are people spreading tales about us... be careful. Perhaps we need to set up a couple people in town as look-outs, as well. Some of us are well-known enough to blend in as normal," she mentioned pointedly, looking at Marrec with the recollection that he had been a teacher. A frown knit her brow as she considered the potential ramifications if the people of Odessa began to seriously question the house in the mountains. It helped that most of the pack still maintained their normal lives within the city of Odessa, but enough werewolves had started to live and regularly visit the pack house that perhaps they were attracting attention.

Well, of course we are. Those two hunters are here and even if they don't mean us harm, there will be some that will, she thought worriedly, fretting her lower lip between her teeth for a moment. "Perhaps I should go to town instead."

Sasha

On the tail of the Lupa's order to meet back, Sasha slowly unfolded her long legs and stepped away from the table, dark eyes scouring the kitchen without settling on any particular face. Shaking back the thick main of dreadlocks, the woman approached the kitchen's main passage with a predatory grace allowing her to move in a swaying, stalking gait. Once she arrived at the open archway, she stopped only to turn around.

"Anyone who chooses patrol can meet me outside when you're done with breakfast, which should be in under twenty minutes," she said, contralto voice vibrating on the air. "Back deck," she added as she turned to look at the human man, Blanc. Reaching forward to curve a long-fingered hand over his shoulder, she used her other hand to gesture towards the door. "You should come with me to find Markus and we can take you back to town."

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Marrec

"Hmm, not much would hopefully be needed. But if you find a screwdriver, Phillips head, a nice sized stone with a flat bottom and some rags. Feel free to leave them within reach of wherever we are keeping them, if you happen to come across them that is. And thank you my friend, for leading me back."

Marrec didn't offer surprise at the odd response, only acknowledging the thanks with a nod and then a sheepish, "Of course, Emil." He watched as Emil went to the door, thinking about the tools to collect. Heading to the nearby shed that was home to the landscaping tools and most other useful things, Marrec stepped inside and approached the massive tool cabinet. He quickly found the Phillips screwdriver and a handful of rags, only to stash them in his pockets. Marrec hesitated, unsure about the stone bit, since snow covered the grounds and any gardening and decorative work that utilized stones were well buried.

A light bulb went off as Marrec remembered there was a stash of old landscaping junk stashed in the far back from a previous Lupa's attempts to spruce up the house. He struggled his way to the rear of the shed and found bags of loam, seeds, walkway lights, and --- rocks! Digging through what happened to seem like mostly pebbles, Marrec found a decent sized one, but didn't think it particularly flat. He searched for several more minutes, but wasn't particularly satisified with any of the options. Shrugging, the enforcer left the shed and went inside to find some food before returning to the Ulfric, only to find the Ulfric in the kitchen, with the majority of the in-house pack and some extra bodies.

Marrec was in time to catch his own role guarding the Ulfric while in town, unlike Sasha who would have to lead patrol. A broad grin stretched across Marrec's face as he looked at Sasha, a deep laugh rumbling from his chest as he caught her glaring at the sign-up sheet and wondering who she would get struck with. In her defense, Marrec had never enjoyed leading patrol – there always seemed to be that one werewolf who got lost, injured themselves, or tried to be a hero and go off on their own, which inevitably led to them being lost and injured.

“Okay. I'll need to get prepared, then,” Marrec said, thinking of a couple concealable weapons he wanted on hand. Turning around, the man went to find the armory.

Sam

Sam watched as people began to converge on the sign-up sheet, nudging curls of orange peels further onto the counter so they couldn't fall to the ground. She eyed the quickly depleting stack of french toast, not sure if she was hungry enough to try for them. Her attention turned to James when his voice brushed against her mind like velvet fur.

"Do you think the Ulfric would mind if I helped out?"

“Doubt it,” she responded aloud, smooth voice carrying across the babble of the other werewolves without raising in volume. Her eyes turned to glimpse Marrec before returning to James' figure as he approached the sign-up sheet. Popping an orange wedge into her mouth, Sam stood up and followed him, placing half of the orange on her seat as a form of dibs. Weaving around the bodies, she caught up to James and watched his indecision. Shifting her body so that she crowded him a couple inches to the side, Sam grabbed a pen and scrawled her name under Sacred grounds duty. She had failed to save them, so she would instead help prepare them for their next stage as a packmember – as the Munin.

Shifting the angle of her head so that she was peering at James from mere inches away, Sam raised an eyebrow at him and offered the pen. At the same time, she removed another orange wedge from the rest in her left hand and ate it, a smile curling the corner of her mouth. Once he had taken the pen, Sam would turn and head back to her seat to fetch the remainder of her orange and settle back into her chair to wait until everyone had picked their chore.

Sasha

Sasha lifted her head at the mention of her name, refraining from sighing in exasperation. She watched the werewolves move forward to pick a job, frowning as she tried to discover who was choosing to work under her. Her scowl deepened as she saw Marrec laughing at her, only to fade away until her face was pleasantly blank. She noticed North hiding near the kitchen's entrance and raised her hand high to capture the girl's attention, not bothering to try to yell across all the noise.

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Just a note, all:

If you decide to back out for whatever reason or just become inactive, you forfeit your character. They will be NPC'd until they die or something else that aids the plot development.

=D

Vampires?

The succubus/club thing reminds me (as in it was done) of Laurell K. Hamilton where some vampires could feed via other things like fear or lust, so they might own businesses that draw out those emotions.

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Marrec

Marrec didn't try to peer after Emil to discover his secret places, instead turning his back on the Bolverk and staring forward. When Emil finally returned and asked Marrec to lead the way, the enforcer shrugged. “Sure.”

He began the trek back to the house, keeping his path fairly straight so as not to cause Emil unnecessary difficulties. Marrec walked with purpose, but his senses were attuned to his surroundings, drawing in sights, sounds, and scents to be quickly analyzed as normal or strange. He occasionally crossed trails that smelled strange and human, but didn't deviate to follow them, instead decided to come back later and see where the trails originated and led, if he had the time.

"So, how many did they get? Did the hunters get anyone?"

“Two hunters, two dead werewolves – Susanna and Ted, specifically. It's not clear if either of the hunters are responsible just yet, but Markus will find out. Or perhaps you will, I guess.” A dark look crawled through Marrec's eyes as he finally added, “at least they were killed quickly. Some hunters are far bigger monsters than we could ever become.”

Marrec led the Bolverk towards the pack house, his long-legged stride quickly devouring the distance so that they would arrive fairly soon. Having reached the path that wound up to the deck's stairs, Marrec glanced back at Emil. "Need anything ready if you do need to go to work?"

Sam

"Nothing much bothers me Samantha."

“It bothers me,” she muttered seriously, cocking her head when she heard a surprising amount of voices drifting up from the basement. A glance to the side showed Sasha digging into a plate of food, but Sam didn't engage the other woman in conversation. She liked the female enforcer better than Marrec in terms of efficiency, but she didn't trust her for the same reason. Marrec might be a blundering hunk of muscle, but at least he was too dull to be disloyal. The uncharitable thoughts made Sam emit a small laugh as she took a seat at the bar-styled counter in the kitchen. She tracked James movement as he wandered further into the kitchen, clearly happy with his present surroundings.

"Want me to fix you up some French toast?"

“I'm sure there's some food lying about,” Sam assured him with a smile, raising up slightly off her seat to scour the counters for leftovers. Amidst a pile of unwashed dishes was a platter of already cooked french toast. Pointing at that, Sam triumphantly claimed, “There! Though, feel free to cook whatever you want.” Settling back down into her seat, Sam perched her chin in a cupped hand, eyes slitting to a narrow glare when she heard multiple bodies making their way upstairs. The kitchen was in proportion to the house and included several tables with chairs beyond the long bar, which meant it was reasonably huge. Acacia, the new werewolf, and a young man Sam hadn't seen before trooped upstairs. As the three infiltrated the kitchen, Aldo appeared at the large entrance and quickly tried to become invisible.

Sam eyed Aldo curiously, always finding some amusement in his wariness of her, though she didn't go out of her way to antagonize hiim. Although the Bolverk meted out the punishments sentenced by the Ulfric, Sam often handled quite a few of the daily corrections needed by some of the pack members, which sometimes got a little messy if they weren't immediately contrite. Sam grabbed an orange from a nearby bowl of piled fruit and began peeling it, looking up against as Valerie made her way into the kitchen as well. Breakfast time had the tendency to be loud, messy, and crowded.

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Marrec

On his way out, Marrec had scruffed one of the younger werewolves that was often hiding just out of sight and told them to clean up Ted and Susanna before placing them in the large spare freezer where, admittedly, deer carcasses and such were often strung up. With so many pack members, it was good to have a plethora of food on hand at any given time.

He was getting a little tired of searching for the Bolverk, despite knowing he was closing in, when the other's voice came upon him. Turning in the direction of Emil, Marrec couldn't help but utter a sigh of relief.

"You can stop prowling around now Marrec. You've found me, or I've found you, or we've found each-other. Ether way you coming out here means an end to my sabbatical, how... delightful! So what does our illustrious leader require of me?"

“I'm not prowling around so much as stumbling, given the lack of sleep,” he started, voice slightly disgruntled in tone. “I'm not really sure what Markus wants from you, since it concerns a pair of hunters. I guess your field of punishment has just expanded, Emil, and you'll have to be far more gentle with such delicate creatures. Sounds like it'll be fun.” Although his tone was light, Marrec had never really decided whether he agreed with the idea of a Bolverk or punishing werewolves like they had been bad little puppies who had peed in the house, but he knew the issue was never so simple and such punishments could, perhaps, result in lives saved. With such a perplexed point of view, he had decided to just accept things until he no longer found them acceptable – it made life easier.

“Although they might be dead by now... I guess we'll have to go see,” he added, grinning suddenly when he recalled the Ulfric toting a meat tenderizing tool.

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Sam

"I'm only as tame as the situation calls, Sam. When a family finds two strays out in the cold, do they welcome the docile one into their home? Or the aggressive?"

Susprise flitted across the Geri's face at the other werewolf's response, not having expected the frankness nor the depth of reasoning. Sam had a tendency to expect little to nothing from others, often taking on the brunt of any task due to that distrust. She never did so with any ill thoughts towards others, but simply felt more secure in never counting on others. Common sense often seemed absent, which led to her presuming little else of value was present the majority of the time.

She was considering offering James some diluted apology, since she wasn't a woman easily capable of deep, sincere and tear-filled apologies or similar nonsense, but allowed the words to die unsaid when he stepped closer. She was above average height for a woman, but James' proximity caused her to lift her chin for a better visual of his eyes, intrigued by his behavior in spite of herself.

"Very few times have I found something worthy of my.....aggression.....You saw one of those times last night; when I came across the dead bodies of your fellow pack members...."

“Fair enough,” she murmured thoughtfully, pleased by the empathy that had led him to nearly confront two other werewolves at once. Finding herself feeling tense and nervous with James watching her so intently, Sam flashed him a grin before pulling the sliding door open, stepping inside, and sweeping a hand towards the interior.

“This is our home. Welcome... and don't mind the ill manners you'll surely see,” she mentioned rather dryly. She glanced around quickly to make sure there wasn't anything too absurd happening in the immediate area. Satisfied, Sam gave James a light push in the direction of the kitchen, determined to find food before someone swept her away into pack business.

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Sasha

The house was waking up around her, but Sasha found that her pace had slowed considerably as she wove through the large and winding halls of the house. Eventually she heard Markus's voice, drifting up from below, mixed with the less familiar tones of the hunters. She debated going downstairs, but Sasha headed to the kitchen first. She passed Acacia and the new werewolf, Vashti. Not particularly concerned with them, the enforcer went in and started digging around in the fridge.

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