The front door leads into a small mudroom; coats are hanging on hooks. It opens into the spacious, well lit living room, with several battered old couches arranged into a sort of conversation pit facing the fireplace, a table in the center of them. There are a few chairs, some straight-backed, some plush and comfortable, arranged to make secondary conversation areas, with little end tables placed in strategic locations. There's a notable absence of either breakable objects, or elaborate electrical equipment such as televisions. The walls, painted an increasingly dingy white, have some sweeping dark fabric prints on them, but no paintings or posters. A steep, uncarpeted staircase leads up to the second floor. There are several doors that lead out to other sections of the house, as well. (+view for details)
The vast temperate rain forest is dominated by Sitka spruce, western hemlock and other giant evergreen trees that spread their overhead branches wide above the forest floor. Each tree limb intertwines with its neighbor, forming a thick overhead canopy of pine branches that leaves the forest floor dim even at noon. The land undulates here, rocky outcroppings breaking up the otherwise overwhelming vegetation. The occasional call of an owl or the startle of a deer create an unease that seems to permeate the forest. It's not hard to believe, standing here, that someone or something is watching--perhaps even hunting. Remnants of the Wyld surge still remain here and there in the form of unidentifiable plants--some of them still bearing their weird fruit.
The bawn continues to the north, east and west, while the railroad tracks to the south mark where the bawn ends and the mundane forest takes over. A variety of other trails converge here, as well. The Ash grove, the sept compound, and the half moon pool can all be easily accessed by their respective trails.
Around six feet tall and apparently made entirely of bulky muscle, every sinew thrumming with barely suppressed energy. There's a striking intensity to his narrow golden eyes, the colour complementing his fair skin and unruly mass of copper hair, but the prominent brows and neanderthal-like features tend to overshadow other aspects of his appearance. He definitely needs a shave... not only on his jaw, but just about everywhere skin can be seen. His teeth and nails seem oddly sharp, and when he speaks, it's in a disconcerting gutteral rasp.
A teenager, maybe 14 or 15 years old. The whole 5"7 of his somehow spell out "farm boy", with a body that obviously has been subjected to a more or less healthy dose of sunlight and the abs that tell of a young life that has seen quite a bit of labor.
Well, either that or he is one of those that spend a good deal of their youth in a fitness center with a tanning booth.
He is not unpleasant looking, with a cleanly shaven face (or one that needs no shaving just yet to stay that way), well defined chin and high cheekbones, with a pair of grey-blue eyes, a face that could probably be considered cute if he used his facial muscles more than he absolutely has to, almost like trying to give his face a nondescript look. The blond hair he has cut down to a crew cut does nothing to help here, he seems to go for the "practical" style rather than following some fashion trend.
Practical also seems to be the theme of his clothing style, a pair of khaki pants and matching shirt, both slightly worn but clean, along with a pair of boots on his feet that have equally seen a good deal of use but are (usually) kept clean and well cared for.
Shaggy brown hair and darker brown eyes frames this young boy's face. Justin has a slightly tanned complexion with a hint of Puerto Rican from his mother's side, Caucasian from his father's. He has a fairly lanky build that could use a bit of bulking upas he is built like a high school track runner. He wears loose fitted 'destroyed' blue jeans, simple tank tops, and worn down sneakers that are about five months in need of replacement, and during the cold, a thick green military jacket from his Grandpa. He looks like your average, ordinary American young teen that plays outside and is fairly active. Tall at five foot ten, he is a few inches higher than most his age for now.
Physically, Watcher looks like a young man maybe in his late teens. He's lean and in the high five foot range. Overall he has a distinctly native american look to him, with a tanner toned skin and long hair dark enough to black save under direct sunlight where it has a faintly brown cast. His eyes have the marked epicanthic fold and look to be a dark brown in hue. There are a few features that don't entirely match, though. He's got a wider nose bridge and nostril set that might fit better on someone of african-american stock along with a faint texture to his hair that can be seen at close range. He tends towards two wardrobes. One is very traditional clothing one would expect of an ancient Native American - a deerhide tunic and trousers and high boots dyed a dark brown. Sometimes, a coat lined in grey rabbit's fur is added. The other is more modern, simple jeans and varied shirts and flannels. None of those seem to fit him nearly as well though as if they're third party.
In his Hispo form, Watcher's coywolf heritage is far less noticeable. He's far bigger than a wolf and dwarfs a coyote, resembling some primitive creature or an oversized hybrid of wolf, dog, and bear. As a whole, though, he still physically resembles his coyote heritage more than his wolf as a whole. He's smaller and leaner than most Hispo, with the longer ears and a lighter build. He's got a thick coat, though, and it lends him a bit of false bulk that usually makes him just look a bit shabby. His muzzle is a bit broader though not so heavy as a wolf, though in Hispo it hardly matters. Those jaws are massive, his paws and claws even more so. Overall, he's a tawny grey-ticked coloration with a darker saddle. His undersides are lighter and he has yellow eyes.
It's sunny but chilly outside this morning, which may or may not be related to why Felix is inside. Food is almost certainly related, though, as he's got the fridge open and is poking around in the contents, and a certain dampness of his hair suggests showering may have been involved as well. He's taking up more fridge-room than usual while he hunts, in Glabro rather than Homid.
Heading into the kitchen is a wild haired glabro of Justin. He is now about 6'5 and wrapped in bandages. "Hey." His voice growls out to his packmate as he peeks over his friend's shoulder into the fridge. "Snag me those cheese sticks in the back."
"Hey," Felix replies, and reaches in to snag the cheese in question, passing them over his shoulder to Justin. Even in this form the Galliard still barely scrapes 6'; if he's got bandages, they must be hidden under his clothes at present. He snags an apple himself, along with a beer, and after a moment of consideration, an apparently random tupperware.
Catching the cheese sticks, Justin sits down heavily at the kitchen table. He yanks the package open with his teeth, then takes a bite. "Dude."
Felix pushes the fridge closed with his foot and flops into a chair himself, setting the drink and tupperware on the table. "What?" he asks, tilting his chair back rather dangerously as he gets comfortable. A glance at the bandages. "You healin' okay?"
Giving him a grin, Justin nods his head. "Yeah, I am doing good. You know what I realized the other night?"
Felix grins back, and takes a good bite of the apple. Somewhat regrettably, that comes before answering, "Nope. Whatcha realise?" Glabro teeth are less good for talking with your mouth full than Homid ones.
"The other day, during combat. We kicked ass. We were on fucking fire. It was like we were in perfect sync with each other." Justin says as he yanks off another hunk of cheese into his hands, then lobs it into his mouth. "We weren't the omegas that night. We were rocking and rolling. We beat the shit out of the bad guy and looked bad ass doing it."
Felix grins wider, and the lean of the chair gets even more precarious as he kicks his ankles up onto the corner of the table. His boots hang off the edge so they're not actually on it; that's polite enough, right? "That's 'cause we fuckin' rock," he says, "...but yeah. We kicked some ass. With style. Went pretty good, all in all."
Justin nods his head and chuckles. "I like having you guys in my head. Makes it easier to coordinate the attacks. We are what I knew we could be. Crafty warriors. May not be the strongest, but we get the job done."
"It does make it a shitload smoother sortin' shit out," Felix agrees, "an' ain't no enemies gonna overhear the plan, too. Bein' able to pass on the warnin' about the safehouses an' shit real quick was pretty good, too. Thinkin' I like it too, so far. Still maybe a li'l weird here an' there, but eh, reckon it won't be for much longer." Another bite of the apple.
"Yeah, it can be a bit weird, especially when Watcher does not guard his mind, or when you are thinking naughty things." Justin says with a smirk on his face. "It is why I only think to myself in Spanish."
Felix smirks back, arching a brow while he chews the bite of apple, and thinks a fairly good example of the genre. He sighs then, though, head dropping back to study the ceiling. "Bein' stuck out here an' away from everythin' sucks."
Justin wrinkles his nose upwards, then face palms. "Duuuuude. Come on." He fires one back to him across the packlink, except it may be of the more male on male persuasion. Somewhere in the link they can hear Benny complaining loudly. "Yeah, but it is nice to breathe the fresh air too."
Felix makes a face at the retaliatory strike, although amusement at the complaints possibly ameliorates it somewhat. "Dude," he replies, shaking his head and pointing the apple at Justin accusingly, "That ain't half fair, you at least like chicks too." He leans with a little difficulty to snag the beer from the table and open it up. "I got nothin' against fresh air, but it don't nearly make up for everythin' else. Startin' to feel like a fuckin' monk or somethin'." He and Justin are at the kitchen table, both in Glabro; the Galliard has his chair tipped back and his ankles on the corner of the table.
Watcher comes in through the house's front door, in Homid for once because door hardware generally requires at least a few fingers to easily manipulate. He sniffs at the air but it's a pointless gesture on a few levels, namely because he can hear the ones he's hunting for. He makes his way for the kitchen with a most perplexed and confused expression on his face.
Justin flashes a grin upon his face as he looks back at Felix, then nabs another bite of cheese sticks. "I am not going to think of Bella naked for your viewing pleasure." He says, then looks over at Watcher, back to Felix, then back to Watcher as he sends over the image of two dogs banging. One a poodle, the other a terrier. He can't help the chuckle which bubbles up in his throat.
"I ain't gonna think 'bout Lilah for yours, eith--" Felix starts, giving Watcher an absent chin-lift of greeting as he enters, but breaks off at the image Justin sends, blinking and then laughing, shaking his head again. "...anyway. Shitload of other girls in the world, though," he sort-of-finishes, regardless. "Hey, Watcher."
Watcher continues to look rather bewildered as he looks between his packmates even with the new imagery shared. "I don't understand." He says in true Lupus fashion, clearly missing the actual point. To make matters worse he just stands there, probably expecting a logical answer to it all.
Justin gives a shake of his head as he laughs. "We are just fucking around with each other, using our new pack link to share stupid stuff. We will stop. We were just talking about how great the three of us did during the fight. We worked amazing together! We proved that we can hang with the big dogs."
"'course, I'm perfectly capable of thinkin' about Bella naked my own damn self anyway," Felix notes, "assumin' I'm so inclined." Thankfully this is not proven via packlink. He tilts his head and studies the confused Lupus thoughtfully for the space of another bite of apple, while Justin talks. "We were pretty kickass," he agrees.
This Watcher clearly understands and he smiles with a look of pride as he takes one of the seats for himself. "We fought very good. That was not good they were there. Not many came. Not enough to fight sept. Why so few?"
"They wanted to send a message to us. Let us know they have not forgotten about us." Justin says as he wrinkles his nose. "We should start sweeping the bawn though. Let's take one chunk, scour it, then move on to the next. In and out of the Umbra. Let's make ourselves feel better by not missing anything that the Guardians may over look. We're trained to be spontaneous. If something is out of place, we may be better at finding it."
"Yeah, sendin' a message," Felix says, "I mean, literally. That's what Ugly was doin' until he got shit on. Mouse an' Nolan were sayin' maybe a distraction, but to me it seems like, if they already knew where we'd be then, an' I assume what we'd be doin', why'd they need us MORE 'distracted' than that for whatever it was they wanted to do? 'less it was somethin' they wanted right there, which it doesn't seem like." He finishes off the apple and sits up, boots clunking onto the ground, with a sigh. "Yeah, let's go make ourselves useful, I guess."
"More we help," Watcher says, "Less angry they can be with us." He gets up after just settling in and looks back towards the door. "Maybe if near, can show you pups." There's a bit of a hopeful gleam in his eye as he says it for all it's said softly.
"I don't think anyone can be angry with us after the other day of us kicking ass." Justin says as he nods his head. "So let's start with the southern bawn first, and we will move west, to north, to east. Then we will move inwards along the Caern."
"I dunno, I'm pretty sure some of 'em could find a way if they tried," Felix says, and drains the remaining portion of his beer -- which is, honestly, most of it -- in one go, before standing up and stretching. "Anyway, sounds like a plan to me. That likely to take us anywhere near your pups, Watcher? 'cause I reckon we could always adjust."
"Patrol first." Watcher says with a faint shrug. "They are south, past park. Long walk." Which is a bit of an understatement considering the vast size of the park itself, but four-legs measure distance differently than two. "After we help we can go. Caern more important."
"Patrol first." Justin assures as he gives a stretch. "We will go tonight, start running about on the south bawn. We will let the Guardians know so we won't cross over and patrol the same spot. Will make things go by faster that way."
"Why not go now?" Felix asks, moving to put his trash where it belongs. "This side of things, anyhow. Ain't like we got a lot better to do." Victory of the other night aside, there's a touch of glum frustration that escapes there nonetheless.
"Can go now." Watcher says as he looks to Felix and then Justin as he gets up from his seat, readjusting the clothing he's sporting and not looking particularly thrilled by how it's settling. "More time to look when not dark."
"Let's go then." Justin says as he pushes himself upwards, then robs the fridge again to shove some supplies into the back pack. "We should keep eyes on this place as well. You never know when they may want to blow this place up and take away our safe space."
Felix puts the mystery tupperware back in the fridge, and while he's crowding Justin there anyway, snags some things as well, putting them in his pockets. "Ain't no safe space," he says, heading to the pantry and grabbing a handful of cookies from a package there. "But yeah, we oughta keep an eye on here, too."
"Knew where caern was." Watcher says to his packmates. "Probably know here too. Can protect here, just watch if they use it wrong. We all run here to fight, they run to caern."
"Well, I guess we should figure out whether or not we are going to fight at all if something goes down. Should we run back and alert the big dogs, or take something on and run the risk of getting killed and then no information is spread." Justin says as he glances between the two. "Personally, I would rather run and get Thane and the others depending on what we found."
"Like I said. Ain't no safe space." Felix comes back out, eating one of the cookies, and leans against the counter. "I say if we're pretty sure it's alone an' we can take it, we take it. Otherwise..." He shrugs. "Your call, anyhow."
"You know the Loud Howl gift?" Watcher asks of Felix. "I know howl that sounds like Wyrm-things but bad idea then. If howls not loud enough, one finds Guardians. Others keep thing busy so it does not run."
"Well, worse comes to worse, you run for help, Watcher, while Felix and I lock it down." Justin says with a nod of his head. "You are faster and can get across the gauntlet easier. I have gifts that can protect me in and out of the Umbra, so I would take point and Felix would back me up. OhNo will be there as well. Even if he is just a distraction."
Felix shakes his head. "Can't howl any louder'n normal," he says, "I can distract it also, but ain't got a lot else to use in that case giftwise." Fleeting grin, "'less we wanna try to talk it into repentin' its wicked ways, I guess."
Watcher nods once in understanding of Justin's plan before he begins heading for the door. "I run, find help. Hope Ohno is not bored, will be walking a lot. Not very fun."
"We can make it fun. We can sing songs! Or at least teach you some songs. There is this very wise Galliard who was called Barney, and he would sing this song about loving you and loving me and loving everyone in between." Justin says with a nod of his head.
"I know a lot of songs," Felix says, "prolly... shit, I dunno, but a LOT. Wish I had my guitar. Either guitar." A touch of glum there again, but he shakes it off. "Anyway, even before you add in songs, walkin's prolly less borin' than sittin' around; at least the scenery changes some. Could tell stories, too."
"Let's go walk." Watcher says on his way back for the door. "Fur is more comfortable. Air is nice. Lots to smell and see. Just maybe not enemy so nice."
[Bawn: Southern Forest]
The coyotes are starting their tour of guardianship in the Southern Bawn. First the physical realm, then the Umbra when night comes. Justin is currently leading the greatest pack of all time through the woods, the two homids in a rousing chorus of Macklemore's Downtown, with Watcher howling along with them.
Frederick is sitting under a tree, watching the small procession coming down the path in their usual stealthy way, shaking his head as he stretches his legs, then his arms, or rather, his one intact arm, but otherwise he remains motionless as he calls out "'bout time you guys show up!"
Lupus may not be good at singing in English but they can howl. So Song-of-Ashes provides tonal backup as they go in his boisterous, brassy, and just plain loud Hispo-formed voice. At least until Frederick speaks and he stops, tail wagging at the familiar voice.
Felix is in Glabro, which isn't ideal for his singing voice, but good for his remaining Dancer-mementos. He's still pretty good, just a lot more reminiscent of Tom Waits than usual. "Downtowwwn!" he's belting out as they near the Get, and breaks into a brief, sharptoothed grin as he continues, pointing at him and planting his feet, "You don't want no beef, boy; know I run the streets, boy! Better follow me toward..."
"Doooowntoooown!" Justin's voice rings out on the tail end of Felix's lyrics. "What you see is what you get, girl! Ain't seen nothing yet until you're doooowntown!" The Gnawer howls out in his own Glabro voice which comes out raspy and rough, hardly as refined as his Galliard companion. "Cut the bullshit - get off my mullet! Stone washed, so raw, moped like a bullet! Pee-yow!" As they come across Frederick, he gives an amused smirk, then holds out his fist to him as if he is holding a microphone. His turn. Finish the lyric!
Frederick isn't even starting to move as he watches the show unfold in front of him, actually, not true, he actually shakes his head slowly as he looks from one of them to the next, looks at Justin, then his fist, then back at him and he just furrows a brow "You are ... nuts?" He pauses as he looks again from one to the next. "And subtle like a five ton truck. Say, weren't you supposed to be kinda like some sort of scout pack?"
Felix looks amused but dubious when Justin gives Frederick the 'mic', and unsurprised when the Get doesn't play along. He crosses his arms, shoulders back, and picks up a line or so later, "I'm in a b-boy stance, I'm not dancin'. I got your girl on the back goin' tandem. 'cause we're too damn quick, we're too damn slick, whole bawn be yellin' out 'Who that is?'" He spreads his arms wide to include all their surroundings, then drops them, with a bit of a smirk, and switches to speaking: "Nah."
~They know who we are!~ Song-of-Ashes says to Felix with a gape-mouthed grin. He swings his head back towards the Fenrir with an amused whuff. ~We can be. We can scout, we can chase, we can hunt, we can fight. Coyote can do anything he wants. It's boring being just one thing.~
Justin putting himself in a b-boy stance, arms crossed and a smirk on his face, he goes, "Word." Tipping a wink to the Get, he loosens himself up. "Nah, we ain't scouts. We're treasure seekers one day, bad asses the next. Right now we're guardians and we're doing a patrol of the south, then we're gonna do umbral rounds when it gets dark. Whatcha up to? Looking to roll with the winners?"
Frederick looks from one to the next and the main difference in his movement is that he switched from shaking his head to nodding with a grin. "Yup. Nuts." He eventually starts to stand up, making quite a spectacle out of that ordeal of lifting his ass. He looks over at Justin, too bad he can't look down at him anymore, and smirks his trademark smug smirk. "I am rollin' with the winners. And I've been here a long time before you came and gonna be here a long time after you'll be gone."
"Fft. Ain't nowhere you been we didn't get before you," Felix replies, smirking back, "an' as for who's gonna be around longer, I reckon we'll just hafta wait an' see." He can do a pretty good smug himself, apparently. "Don't look like you're doin' much rollin' of any kind at the moment, though. 'less you got some pot you ain't sharin'."
Song-of-Ashes squints at Frederick and splays his ears. ~We've been in this sept longer than you. We're also Fostern.~ So nyeh. The Lupus doesn't say it because the thought doesn't occur, but he's said it so painfully matter of fact even Captain Obvious couldn't have deadpanned that well.
"Bro, you're the Omega of pack Flexy Chests. Don't toot your horn too loud, bruh. We're so bad ass we don't even /have/ an Omega." Justin says with a grin. "At Pack Mu Mu Mu, we're all certified badasses and cool kids." He bobs his head a few times with a grin. "And you coulda had a piece of this, but nooooo, you wanted to hang with the Alpha and your man-crush Brom."
Frederick offers a simple one-shouldered shrug. "As soon as my shoulder's working again I'll give you a lesson in survival and show you how to make fire simply by rubbing your ears." He looks over at Justin. "And yes, I made it into the Alpha's pack. Guess he can spot quality when he sees it. And if I was you I'd be careful with saying such shit about Brom. I don't think he likes that."
"MIGHT have been able to," Felix says to Justin, sounding fairly dubious about the prospect, then looks to Frederick again, "an' no thanks, man, I ain't real interested in you rubbin' anythin' of mine. I got girls for that." He stretches, glancing toward the setting sun for a moment. "J didn't say shit about Brom, anyway. Just about you. An' your li'l man-crush."
~He doesn't!~ Yaps Song-of-Ashes with his ears flattened. ~Well, he didn't like glitter all over him. He was mad.~ The Uktena remarks as he looks down at his paws before he glances back up slyly. ~...but I tricked him. He's a Guardian and didn't smell me coming!~
"I'll talk shit about Brom all day. I ain't scared of that walking protein shake." Justin says as he gives a few shadow punches forward. "What's his dick taste like by the way? Seeing how you always have it in your mouth." He says as he rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek, popping it out. "You wanna go on patrol with us or what?"
Frederick shoots Justin a LOOK as he tries to ignore Felix as good as he possibly can, and gives the Lupus a puzzled look at his remark. "You REALLY thought it's a good idea to play a prank on Brom, yes?" He looks between the two homids. "And you two didn't have half the sense to stop him?" He wrinkles his nose. "No thanks. My patrol's over for today and I think once in a while even I may catch a little sleep. Plus I don't want to catch crazy from you."
"That shit must taste like candy," Felix muses to Justin, "...or maybe just like weinerschnitzel. The taste of home." The last bit about as 'innocently' as the combination of Glabro and Felixness allow. He reaches into his coat pocket and comes out with the mint-tin he keeps his smokes in. "Anyone you think it ain't a great idea to prank most likely's who needs it," he says. At Frederick's last comment, there's a flicker of a glance toward his packmates, and he breaks into the chicken dance. With commitment! Which is probably what the Get thinks they need.
At the same time as Felix, Justin starts up the chicken dance as he bobs his head and flaps his 'wings'. "Dun na nunna nunna nah! Dun Dun Dun Dun!" He has a wide, wily grin at the Get of Fenris.
[...but alas, a baby got Watcherplayer and Frederickplayer fell asleep.]