These sparse woods stretch away, north of the place of power that is the Caern, hemmed in on the west and north by unsubtle swaths of decaying, web-covered grey that denote roads in the Realm. The entire area, all around, is a vivid reflection of the physical world: colors are brighter, scents are sharper, sensations more crisp. The trees reach upwards, impossibly high, towards the heavens, while the airts of various animal spirits wind crazily through the undergrowth; the land is replete with life, a place where Spirit and Realm are still close together.
A number of landmarks punctuate the woods: a massive thrust of bright, almost crystalline rock that juts upwards, out of a clearing, like a shoulder of the earth; a pair of giant arcs of bone that glisten with fresh blood, between which hangs a luminous bundle of ephemera; a bright clearing, beneath a broad, steep cliff, across which wind spirits dance incessantly. Faint pathways lead off in three directions.
The three Garou give chase into the webbing after the spider. Progress is soon slowed, however, by the uncertainty of footing on what often looks like gossamer-thin threads and figuring out the best route from one point to the next without backtracking. Here in this extension of the Pattern Web, the spider is in its home territory, and it shows. The trio can pursue about as far as the interstate, and there the web expands too much for feasible following without some sort of assistance.
Speaks-Circles sits heavily at the foot of a nearby tree, and begins carefully plucking shard of geomid from himself. He does not wince, and bleed for a little when he removes the shards. Rides-Fire appears ready enough to charge right in but Nightflash, who had hung back to sniff Speaks-in-Circles, raises his head to give a quelling howl that calls his packmate from the chase. Kaz pauses at Nightflash's howl, and mutters, ~Eh. Fuckit.~ Glancing at Sepdet, she asks, ~Wanna do some tagteam burnin'?~
~Bloody hell, I think we've lost it.~ the Uktena remarks incredulously. He looks around, then at Banecruncher. ~What d'you reckon, mate?~ Banecruncher grumbles in reply, something about needing a ~flamethrower~ with all these damned webs and stops when they get too thick to proceed. Farther from the two, Sepdet, pulls up short with an irritated huff and glances back over her shoulder. ~I want,~ she calls back, ~But no. We might catch the woods on fire.~ She waves a hand wearily towards the webbing stretching to the edge of the road, and then starts to retrace her steps, keeping an eye out for other spiders.
Ears mutters something glumly to herself and then shifts slowly back down into homid, stomping back toward her packmate. "You 'kay there, Matt?"
Banecruncher rumbles and follows Sebastian and Sepdet back toward the others, pausing occasionally to snap at webbing in his fur.
Bitter Cup likewise straightens from checking on her packmate. The theurge's arm bleeds from a shallow slice, but she seems more or less unaffected.
Matt examines his wounds with detachment, bleeding less but still looking ragged. "Cor, could be worse. Not brown bread by a bit. Must be whot fallin' on a grenade is like."
Rides-Fire returns to Nightflash, grumbling over the enemy that escaped.
Halfpaw cranes his neck, again clutching at his side. Despite his injuries, both past and present, he manages a pained grimace. ~That was different,~ he muses to himself. He motions toward Bancruncher, following him back to rejoin the rest of the Garou.
Ears peers down at him dubiously, and cranes around to look for Sepdet.
Sepdet brushes webs off her arms with more fastidious than usual, eyes sliding over the wounded taking a mental inventory. Satisfied that no one's incapacitated, she slips quietly back towards the others, dropping back to her shape of habit. Her steps take her towards Andrea.
Faces-Shadows crouches a bit, hands on his bent knees, still catching his breath--and doubtlessly healing bruises--from his dual falls. He looks around a bit, still hunched over, ~Anyone dead yet?~
Stomps-The-Wyrm lopes into view, seeming to favour her left hind leg a bit, and looks around curiously, taking in the scene as best she can as she approaches. Hey. Did I miss all the revelry?
Kaz is new to all this Alpha of a pack stuff, so she's perhaps pardonably a bit paranoid about her packmembers. Once Sepdet turns from Matt, she relaxes, and flops down next to him. "Hey, Bern!" she calls. She narrows her eyes, assessing the Ragabash's gait. "What, did I light out on you too quick?"
Banecruncher rumbles and flops down somewhere convenient, where he can continue working on the crud in his fur.
Stomps-The-Wyrm shakes her head a little, odd in her current form, and replies distractedly, heading over to examine Matt's wounds. Nah, as they say, you should see the other guy... but WHY is it ALWAYS tentacles? The leg she's favouring does seem to have a round wound in the lower portion, visible as she noses her injured packmate with gentle worry. You all right?
Halfpaw follows Sepdet, just hanging back to see if she is at all injured. Satisfied, he shifts back to his birth form and settles down next to Banecruncher.
Bitter Cup says with faint humor, ~I think we've survived.~ Closer than some Revels, for all the lack of heavy wounding. Seeing Sepdet, her ears perk forward.
Matt smiles gamely. "Been better. Guess Oi call in ill again." He tries to get up, but finds he lacks the strength. His torso is sheened with his blood, but the flow is stopped.
Sepdet unslings her waterskin from her shoulders, twists off the cap, and offers it to Andrea with a crooked smile and a ghost of a courtly bow. ~Drink?~ Her voice is light, but the formality of the gesture suggests some ritual meaning behind it.
THe Uktena elder finally straightens up, eyeing the exchange between Andrea and Sepdet as he slides back down into his brth form. "Too damn close. Not a lot of wounding, but they were webbing left and right. That big boy really /sucked/ hard."
Kaz explains, "It's a conspiracy," and looks around vaguely for something to lean on. Finding nothing, she just flops down on the ground and puts her hat over her head.
Rides-Fire turns his head toward Patrick and growls agreement. ~Weaver is dangerous, especially since so few choose to fight it often.~
Bitter Cup takes the waterskin and lifts it to squeeze a stream into her mouth. The muzzle isn't shaped well for this, but she does fairly well. Her arm has almost stopped bleeding, though the clots matt her fur.
Halfpaw just keeps silent, listening to the exchange of words of the wiser in the group.
Sepdet holds the skin steady, explaining in low tones. ~From Astraia's well. Fit enough for new undertakings. And alphas.~ She screws the cap back, touches Bitter Cup's shoulder once, rises and retreats.
Bernie shifts back up into homid, brow furrowed with concern, and crouches by the Fianna, glancing over toward her pack alpha. "Kazness, you 'kay?" she asks, noticing blood on the Galliard's leg as well.
Patrick smiles somewhat grimly at Rides-Fire's response. "Yeah, well. It's far too easy to ignore the Weaver too much for too long. I definitely concede that the bawn is too far, though."
Kaz, whose hat is still blocking easy vision, shrugs. The hat falls off. "Yeah, sure. I gotta little whang from an annoyin' kinda weaver dude, but I'll be fine, quick 'nuff."
The seated Uktena, Sebastian, finally pipes up. "Um, any chance of that 'ickle spider comin' back with it's big brothers? Just thinking that sitting here, isn't exactly the best thing we should be doing."
The older Uktena shakes his head. "He's wounded. The big one is gone. It'll be a little bit before they attempt this one again. Still, posting a watch tonight isn't a bad idea.
Bitter Cup exhales after drinking, her ears quivering with pleased surprise at the refreshing quality of the water. ~It is good to see you,~ she tells the little Strider. ~Thank you, for the first message, and I will ask you to open your eyes again for the second. Harbringer.~ With that she turns back toward Patrick.
Rides-Fire grumbles that he wishes they would come back.
Banecruncher continues digging at his fur, as if utterly disgusted at the thought any of the webbing might remain in it.
Sepdet's back stiffens very slightly at the word "Harbinger". She nods at something and walks back to the edge of the trees. ~I have no objections to dealing with others foolish enough to cross our bounds,~ she says, the glint in her eye belying her mild tone.
Banecruncher shifts so he's watching toward the north as he gnaws at his fur. I watch until someone says otherwise.
Rides-Fire's attention flickers over Sepdet, but he drops his regard after a few moments.
Kaz picks her hat back up, but then peers at Sebastian. "Hey, dude. You're the new guy, yeah?"
Bernie glances around. "Sorry I missed it," she murmurs, before asking a little more loudly, "...are you all plannin' t' stay here all night or somethin', then? Or only people keepin' watch?"
Sebastian nods, and says, "New as they come, yes. Um, ma'am."
Sepdet seems to be keeping some sort of watch. That, or the air molecules in the direction of the road have abruptly arrested her attention. She is quite still, letting the ebb and flow of scattered talk wash around and behind her.
Kaz snorts. "I ain't no ma'am. I caught your introduction last night, what with alla them portentous messages from certain Striders I could name -- an' what with alla my babblin', I bet you caught mine. S'hey, good t'meet you in less of a mob, yeah?"
Sebastian stands up and offers an extended hand and a grin to the Gnawer they call Kaz. "Well met, indeed."
Kaz, still lying down, rousts herself up enough to shake Seb's hand, firmly. "Yeah. So when'd you get here, anyways?" Glancing back at Bernie, she adds, "Me, I'm stayin', cause I'm lazy. I got my hat, I got a piece of turf, works f'me."
The corner of Sepdet's mouth curls into a faint smile at Kaz's ribbing, but the Strider predictably doesn't rise to the bait.
Sebastian says "'Bout a year ago." Before the Gnawer can retort, "Uh... I got lost."
Bernie nods to Kaz, and murmurs something vaguely inquiring to Matt before sliding an arm supportingly around him and helping him up. "A'ight," she says aloud to her other packmate, "We're gonna go back where there's, like, neosporin an' shit. I'll catch ya t'marra, yeah?" The rest of the group gets a wave from her free hand before she starts the slow walk away from the caern.
Kaz says, "You betcha Bern. Y'all sleep good, huh?" She quirks an interested eyebrow at Sebastian. "Think that's a long story if I ever heard one. I'd kinda like to drag it outta you, if I weren't fallin' over dead tired. Can I get a rain check?"
Sebastian nods, "No worries. Over some grub, maybe." He looks around, shrugs, then says, "I've gotta dash. Things to take care of for my acceptance into the Sept. Talens. Are you going to be alright here, on your own?"
Kaz says, "Hell, sure. Grub'll work." She glances around. "Yeah. I'll be fine. Thanks. An' g'luck with them talens." She flops back down, and puts her hat back over her face. Slightly muffled, she says, "G'night." A few minutes later, she's snoring.