Survival 101 - Alice's Faith
March 4th 2006
Blog Entry 5
She wanted to leave: go out the front door, never look back, get out of town.
Downstairs, the fight was on, on and heavy. Alice did not hear Damien's cry for help to his pack totem, or perhaps she was not paying attention as her human form took over once again. The exit to the outside world looked so damned inviting, now that it was coming into view on the first floor. But something drew her back, held her inside the house. Whatever it was, it pained her as she heard the canine yelps beneath her feet.
Reluctant - perhaps she was still trying to convince herself that Luna's Avatars were nothing but the Brady Bunch on a bad day - she found herself sprinting up the stairs to the second floor for the pack members' rooms. In their bedrooms, she knew there were potential weapons: guns she could use. They had taken them after the mafia gang massacre a while ago, she clearly remembered it. She too, had taken some, but had brought one to the motel where Nick rested, and one in what used to have been Killy's room. Unfortunatly, the boy's room had been in the basement where the fight still raged.
First, she scurried through Mike's bedroom, finding nothing. Then she burst into Miguel's dark room, finding, yet again, no weapon she could use. There was nothing useful for her, for the exeption of a diary which she came upon while rumminaging through a ritual shrine. Though taking note of the object, she tossed it to the ground, going about her search, yet still finding absolutly nothing. Not even a blade other then her own that she could have used.
Distressed, but not losing hope, next and last came Ryan's room. A knot was forming in her stomach by then, painful and heavy, one she hardly understood yet. She spent the longest time in the alpha's bedroom, at first finding it to be as deprived of weapons as the rest of the rooms. Refusing to give up and believe Ryan held all his firearms on him, she kept on searching, passionate and uncaring for the artifacts she might break while a new sort of panic was taking her over. It took a while, but finally, she found a suitable weapon: it was the tranquilizer gun the pack had used on Nathan way back when, with one dart remaining. She escaped a sour laughter of victory, taking a hold of the gun and hurrying back to the basement.
In the infirmary room, the fight was still going on strong, this time between Ryan and Miguel alone - a blind, bloody fight for nothing short of anguished survival. Damien's luck was to be uncountious, as both Garuu's saw no more interest in a lifeless meat sack.
Blood sprayed over walls, furr raising in patches with each hit one or the other was taking. Ryan's bloodied and dripping hand eventually rose to his shoulder level, striking Miguel hard enough to send him crashing through the wall, taking the bar on the other side along with him. The sound of breaking bottles and crooked wood and plaster was followed by a painful howl, which tripled Miguel's blind determination at winning the current fight, for the beast before him - even before death rage had taken his new found enemy over - was not Ryan Cohen, nor Steel-Jaw, nor his alpha. It was a prey, an enemy in the way of his basic survival.
When Alice arrived in the basement with the tranquilizer gun, she found Miguel and Ryan looked like a train had hit them both simultaneously. She had gotten there in time to see the black Garuu step back into the infirmary room, his furr patched out by bleeding meat over his chest and arms, his jaw dripping crimson saliva, while Ryan looked just as bad, if not worst.
Taking a deep breathe, she set herself in the stairs, aiming at both beasts. She did not care to aim at one particular Garuu, as long as it hit one of them and sent them to dreamland. But then what?, she thought, there's still going to be one standing, and I'll be the next target. But as she aimed and thought this over, she found she prefered having to deal with one of them then the two of them at once. She pulled the trigger at last, squeezing so tightly her nerves twitched painfully at the fingertip.
The dart hit Miguel in the shoulder, but he did not seem to register it at all, swinging back and forth at the rusty red animal in front of him. Alice had nearly lost hope the dart had been loaded at all when she noticed Miguel wavering, getting tired while the toxins in his bloodstream finally had an effect.
She watched uneasilly, getting mentaly prepared to have Ryan swirl on his paws and come at her, but none of that happened. In fact, her eyes grew wide as she looked over the large barel of the weapon, before moving it down slowly. As a white light blinded her, Miguel and Ryan were sent back to crash against opposing walls, then fell sprawled on the ground.
"Stop it!", came a commanding voice, shared between a beautiful, mystical creature's, and that of a human being's. A wolf now stood in the middle of the room, its furr as white as the milky way, shining with an imaginary moonlight in waves. Its eyes, a piercing blue, were authoritary, but also soft, if not sad and pleading.
Alice found herself dropping down in a sitting position in the stairs, staring in awe at Muraco, Luna's Avatar's pack totem, whom she came to see for the very first time.
"Wow...", was all she managed to whisper...
To be continued...
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Survival 101 - (Death Rage)
Survival 101 - Death Rage
March 4th 2006
Blog Entry 4
Miguel was brought down to the infirmary room in the basement with no second thoughts. Damien inspected his packmate for injuries of any kind: lifting the eyelids, and looking for a heartbeat that was existent but alarmly irregular.
But despite Miguel's sudden and severe condition, something felt amiss, completely wrong; Even more so then the situation itself. None of Miguel's packmates nor Alice could sense danger as Killy would have been able to would he still be amongst them, but the feeling of wrongness was still present and strong.
That feeling was amplified when Miguel opened his eyes widely. He was not coming back to his senses, oh, quite the opposite. Within a few seconds and a beast like howl, his bones cracked and set into place, growing, reshaping themselves to become a large monster: Garuu.
It took everyone aback. The urathas around Miguel were surprised, but not so much either, as they had all felt it coming somehow. Maybe they needed to see it with their own eyes though, and their wish had been brutally granted. And before there could be any further reaction from them, not so much of a gasp even, Miguel held both his swords in his large hands, turning them over as if they were murderous daggers, before stabbing down on the closest target: Damien. Blood sprung over the large man's opened lips, his eyes wide, and not yet registering his own packmate had deliberatly pierced the weapons through him. Miguel had already taken the wakisashis out of Damien before a single wet gurgle would escape him, and the swords were thrown randomly with brute force, the blades becoming one with the walls on each side of the room.
Ryan did not wait to see more, his shotgun already in hands, and by the time the swords had hit the walls, Alice too, had her kamas ready.
Stumbling back momentarilly, Damien held his hand against his chest, blood gushing through his fingers in heavy flows, but still, unlike Alice and Ryan, he would refuse to engage in battle with his packmate. He refused to believe Miguel would attack him on his own free will, and he would until the very, bitter end.
Alice attempted to inflict a wound on the large Garuu before her. Maybe it was with a certain hope, but it was in vain, even she knew it far too much. In the end, she barely scratched him. Ryan, on the other hand, managed to pound a round into Miguel in hopes to slow him down as well. Only, taking down Miguel was not like it had been when he had, with the rest of Luna's Avatars, taken down Nathan. Miguel was a packmate. Perhaps that in his silent panic, he had forgotten the notion that attacking your own packmate was the worst sin of all; or perhaps he knew, but could think of no better way to stop the Irraka in death rage before him. And if he did know it, he was also aware of the risk of death rage engulfing his very soul.
Because that shotgun blast was not only the first, it became the last as well. Ryan's body grew in mass and muscles under the ripping clothes, his skin stretching with the transformation. Before Alice and Damien could exchange a worried glance, Ryan was in death rage also, uncarring to destroy whatever he touched, whatever got in his way.
"Get out! Get out now!", Damien ordered Alice through red, gritted teeth. If one of them was in danger, it was Alice, as she had yet to join Luna's Avatars, and thus became a stranger to the beasts.
"Don't have to tell me twice!", she hissed back, her own shape changing into that of her wolf form. She calculated her escape long before she had sprinted toward one of the two Garuu uncountiously guarding each exit. She managed a swift move, sliding between Ryan's legs and out into the basement toward the stairs.
Within the infirmary, only Ryan, Miguel, and Damien remained, but Damien refused attacking them, counciously fighting his own instincts to go into death rage when one of the beast came at him and slugged him square. From the commotion, the hellish cries, howls and claws, it was hard to tell which, between Ryan and Miguel, was attacking him.
But eventually, even a strong Uratha like Damien could only take so much. His reluctance at fighting those he was bound to drove him to collapse - but before he did, his last cry was for Muraco to come to their aid, because as far as things were going, no one was to come out of this alive...
To be Continued...
March 4th 2006
Blog Entry 4
Miguel was brought down to the infirmary room in the basement with no second thoughts. Damien inspected his packmate for injuries of any kind: lifting the eyelids, and looking for a heartbeat that was existent but alarmly irregular.
But despite Miguel's sudden and severe condition, something felt amiss, completely wrong; Even more so then the situation itself. None of Miguel's packmates nor Alice could sense danger as Killy would have been able to would he still be amongst them, but the feeling of wrongness was still present and strong.
That feeling was amplified when Miguel opened his eyes widely. He was not coming back to his senses, oh, quite the opposite. Within a few seconds and a beast like howl, his bones cracked and set into place, growing, reshaping themselves to become a large monster: Garuu.
It took everyone aback. The urathas around Miguel were surprised, but not so much either, as they had all felt it coming somehow. Maybe they needed to see it with their own eyes though, and their wish had been brutally granted. And before there could be any further reaction from them, not so much of a gasp even, Miguel held both his swords in his large hands, turning them over as if they were murderous daggers, before stabbing down on the closest target: Damien. Blood sprung over the large man's opened lips, his eyes wide, and not yet registering his own packmate had deliberatly pierced the weapons through him. Miguel had already taken the wakisashis out of Damien before a single wet gurgle would escape him, and the swords were thrown randomly with brute force, the blades becoming one with the walls on each side of the room.
Ryan did not wait to see more, his shotgun already in hands, and by the time the swords had hit the walls, Alice too, had her kamas ready.
Stumbling back momentarilly, Damien held his hand against his chest, blood gushing through his fingers in heavy flows, but still, unlike Alice and Ryan, he would refuse to engage in battle with his packmate. He refused to believe Miguel would attack him on his own free will, and he would until the very, bitter end.
Alice attempted to inflict a wound on the large Garuu before her. Maybe it was with a certain hope, but it was in vain, even she knew it far too much. In the end, she barely scratched him. Ryan, on the other hand, managed to pound a round into Miguel in hopes to slow him down as well. Only, taking down Miguel was not like it had been when he had, with the rest of Luna's Avatars, taken down Nathan. Miguel was a packmate. Perhaps that in his silent panic, he had forgotten the notion that attacking your own packmate was the worst sin of all; or perhaps he knew, but could think of no better way to stop the Irraka in death rage before him. And if he did know it, he was also aware of the risk of death rage engulfing his very soul.
Because that shotgun blast was not only the first, it became the last as well. Ryan's body grew in mass and muscles under the ripping clothes, his skin stretching with the transformation. Before Alice and Damien could exchange a worried glance, Ryan was in death rage also, uncarring to destroy whatever he touched, whatever got in his way.
"Get out! Get out now!", Damien ordered Alice through red, gritted teeth. If one of them was in danger, it was Alice, as she had yet to join Luna's Avatars, and thus became a stranger to the beasts.
"Don't have to tell me twice!", she hissed back, her own shape changing into that of her wolf form. She calculated her escape long before she had sprinted toward one of the two Garuu uncountiously guarding each exit. She managed a swift move, sliding between Ryan's legs and out into the basement toward the stairs.
Within the infirmary, only Ryan, Miguel, and Damien remained, but Damien refused attacking them, counciously fighting his own instincts to go into death rage when one of the beast came at him and slugged him square. From the commotion, the hellish cries, howls and claws, it was hard to tell which, between Ryan and Miguel, was attacking him.
But eventually, even a strong Uratha like Damien could only take so much. His reluctance at fighting those he was bound to drove him to collapse - but before he did, his last cry was for Muraco to come to their aid, because as far as things were going, no one was to come out of this alive...
To be Continued...
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