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kiananlogsMonday, 6 March 2017
The moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (57% full).
Brings-the-Pack arrives at the Sept Compound, following after Yael, in what would likely be record time. It's probably a very safe bet to assume the Strider did some Striding to get to the mage's territory in record time and the warper-cougar slowed her down on the return trip.
Gathers-Strength gives a slight snort and a overall full-body shake as she steps into the clearing, before returning smoothly to her birth form. "I found the mage-cat," she says, moving over towards the firepit and pulling her headscarf a little closer against the cold.
Sandra, for her part, has reverted back to her homid form by now. The dog is chained to a tree, away from the compound itself, for the time being, the Shadow Lord seated at the perimeter of how far the short chain is allowed to reach, watching the captive carefully. Those in forms to sense it will note a strong, distinctly human scent coming off of her; the mark of a Gift. Thane, and whomever else has arrived, have been informed of the dog's— predicament. The thing is most definitely tainted, though it's difficult to say (for now) what the nature of that taint is.
Ruin, in homid form now, stands and waits like that's what she was born to do— not at attention, but alert and observant. Despite being forewarned (to some degree), she frowns at the sight of the cougar, looking at the cat with the kind of disapproval usually reserved for a discarded latte left on a bookshelf.
Thane is present in the compound, looking a bit short of sleep but that's not particularly new. He's keeping himself angled to the location of the dog is never out of the corner of his remaining eye. The fire is going to ward off the cold light rain that wanders through in bands and he's got a simple black nylon coat on to serve a similar purpose. His arms are crossed over his chest as he waits and the arrival of their awaited company earns a nod of acknowledgement from the Alpha.
Brings-the-Pack is actually a little winded from the effort expended in keeping up with the Strider. He almost certainly slowed the seasoned Strider down. The dog, meanwhile, continues sporadically testing the strength of the chain that restricts his movement. When he does test the chain's stength, it's with hackles raised and a snarl of Kill! There's definite, definite bloodlust going on. The appearance of the Strider and the cougar prompts one of these lunges. Kill! yoink! The chain holds fast, but the mage-cat still starts at the dog's pointed aggression. The cougar hazards a guess, asiding to Yael, "This is the dog you mentioned was Wyrm-tainted?"
There's a returned nod to Thane, and then Yael crouches by the fire, at least not visibly fazed by the behaviour or reaction of the dog. Or perhaps simply more interested in getting warm. "And something else that I couldn't quite put a name to as well," she adds. "Yes."
It's that 'something else' that has Sandra's expression taking a turn for the darker, her attention shifting rather abruptly to the Strider and the Mage when the topic is raised, though she keeps an eye on the dog and its flailings. Really, she's engaged what may as well be a staring contest with this thing for some time now (at those times it looks at her), as if, like in the forest, she's still waiting for the opportunity to rip its throat out. Probably is! Either way, she's unnaturally quiet for the moment, though Yael's comment about 'something else' does get a questioning look.
Ruin stuffs her hands into her coat pockets and positions herself to where she can keep an eye on the so-called 'magecat' as well as the Something Else Dog.
Thane slants a look back to the lunging dog and curls up a corner of his lip. It's a largely idle threat, perhaps made in realization the dog isn't gonna care, but he expresses his annoyance anyway. "Well, let's figure out what it is so we can shut this mutt up and get it off our land. We don't need that racket calling anymore friends of it."
Brings-the-Pack keeps a good distance away from the dog, closer to the garou, but not too close to them. Crazed dog tied to a tree seems to rank higher as a danger than the garou, at the moment, for the mage-cat. He gazes pointedly at the dog, studying it, as his right forepaw makes a slow, low, sweeping gesture— first left and then right, then back and forth, as if sensing or attuning to things unseen. It's not something a normal cougar would do. The diagnosis comes within minutes.
"There is definitely some kind of spiritual tainting, although I'm not sure of the particular cause, and I don't think I can unwork it. Whatever it is, it seems to resonate in the dog's spiritual, life, mental, and core essence." That doesn't sound particularly good. "I just can't put my finger on the root cause," says the cougar with no fingers to put on anything. "Although," he adds belatedly, "I do sense that the effect will dissipate over a period of time. Months, probably. Maybe a year." He points out the fairly obvious, "It's definitely aggressive, and will continue to be so while under this influence." That seems to be his final diagnosis.
Yael watches Brings-the-Pack out of the corner of her eye, and when he finishes, she mutters what sounds like cursing by the tone of voice, Arabic or at least similar. Whatever she says it isn't polite, but also doesn't seem to be particularly aimed at the cougar, who gets a somewhat gracious nod. A moment of thought later, and she asks a question. "Underneath all of that, is it still a dog? Or is it its own creature by how twisted it has gotten to?"
Sandra's expression darkens considerably more, at this. Her focus is on Brings-the-Pack, but there's a definite sense that the hostility in her expression doesn't have anything to do with him specifically. Still, there's a— quality in her voice that may speak as a warning to the others that Something's Afoot when she asks: "Is it a form of possession?" A pause. "Or would a Rite of Cleansing be enough to 'drain' the energy that's influencing it without causing too much harm?" Then, more reasonably: "We still don't know how it got this way, and, as it stands, it's our only living witness to whatever it was that took hold of its pack."
"They weren't stealthy," Ruin says, in a not-quite-monotone. "A Ragabash can backtrack to their origin."
"Has anyone looked at the dog in the Umbra?" Thane asks as he looks to the other Garou present with his brows raised faintly. "To see if something is influencing it there? Certainly a Rite of Cleansing is prudent. If it doesn't cure it, perhaps the ritual may at least lessen the impact of whatever this is." To Ruin he looks and gives a single nod of his head. "And certainly easier and more sensible than trying to interrogate a dog."
Brings-the-Pack admits, "My expertise is somewhat limited when it comes to Spirit-related magicks, and I'm uncertain as to how effective your Rite of Cleansing might be in this instance. It might be worth a try, though. It is still definitely a dog. Fundamentally, at least. Physically. It has been altered. But not physically so. But there is still something off about it. Unnatural." He tenatively offers, "I might be able to determine more if I were to study it for a longer period of time, but that could ultimately prove to be fruitless."
Yael shifts on her feet a moment, and looks at the fire, pulling a stone with a hole in it from her pocket to fidget with. "I never had a chance to learn the rite of Cleansing," she says, shaking her head. "At least not any version of it that I could use." A beat passes, and she falls silent.
There's a bit of a look cut towards Thane, though Sandra knows better than to keep it leveled on him, gaze just as quickly shifting back to the dog itself. "All due respect," she says simply, "if there's information to be gathered ahead of time, it's worth gathering. As fair warning to any scouts sent to look into the matter, if nothing else." Her gaze shifts to Brings-the-Pack, then, and that tension starts to spike again. Just a touch. Something about what he says seems to ease whatever that 'warning' was, however, and her gaze shifts to Yael. "My education's a bit lacking in that regard, as well, admittedly," she says. "I've participated in the Rite, but never lead one." A beat. "If there's someone we can summon here to perform it, it seems to me it'd be worth trying."
"At the end of the day it's still a dog, remember." Thane remarks. "Even if it's rendered back to sanity, we can't expect it to give us any detailed recounting of what happened to it. One of our senior Theurges should be able to attend to the ritual. In the meantime, with the weather, we should see some Garou to follow the trail as far as they can while it's still fresh before we have to resort to spiritual means."
Yael lifts her gaze from the fire. "I can also track it, and potentially much more quickly," she says, dangling the stone for a moment before she puts it back in her pocket. "First thing first though," and she nods towards the dog, and lifts her shoulders in another shrug.
Sandra's brow arches subtly. "Thankfully, I wasn't pinning my hopes on the canine equivalent of War and Peace," she replies to Thane dryly. Past that, she's said what she's going to say on the matter, it seems.
Ruin offers no further words of wisdom, herself.
A howl is sent out summoning someone who knows the Cleansing ritual and the sept's Rite Mistress is the one who answers with her messenger bag of supplies in tow. Dakota's look to the dog, while cautious, is also one of pity. She listens with patience as she's filled in on the basics and she then moves towards the dog. Once she's gotten a handle on the range of it's chain, she takes out a bag of fine crystalline white sand and meticulously traces an unbroken circle just out of the dog's reach, invoking the Weaver's binding powers to halt the spread of the taint. The dog howls in fury and lunges at the ritualist. A smoldering stick bound with herbs like sage is burned, copying the circle around the dog in one of smoke and flame, calling upon the Balancer Wyrm's strength to purge the spirit. The dog writhes at the end of its chain, virulent coughs bringing up vomit of blood and bile. Then water, cast onto the dog as she traces out the circle a third time, bidding the creation of the Wyld to wash the spirit clean as a newborn thought. The dog is left shaking and whimpering. At the rite's end, the Crinos-formed Child of Gaia howls to the skies, invoking Gaia and Luna to restore the dog's soul and its purpose.
Yael slips off into the woods as Dakota arrives and before the rite actually starts, a brief explanation given that she's going to go find out what she can.
The moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (57% full).
Brings-the-Pack arrives at the Sept Compound, following after Yael, in what would likely be record time. It's probably a very safe bet to assume the Strider did some Striding to get to the mage's territory in record time and the warper-cougar slowed her down on the return trip.
Gathers-Strength gives a slight snort and a overall full-body shake as she steps into the clearing, before returning smoothly to her birth form. "I found the mage-cat," she says, moving over towards the firepit and pulling her headscarf a little closer against the cold.
Sandra, for her part, has reverted back to her homid form by now. The dog is chained to a tree, away from the compound itself, for the time being, the Shadow Lord seated at the perimeter of how far the short chain is allowed to reach, watching the captive carefully. Those in forms to sense it will note a strong, distinctly human scent coming off of her; the mark of a Gift. Thane, and whomever else has arrived, have been informed of the dog's— predicament. The thing is most definitely tainted, though it's difficult to say (for now) what the nature of that taint is.
Ruin, in homid form now, stands and waits like that's what she was born to do— not at attention, but alert and observant. Despite being forewarned (to some degree), she frowns at the sight of the cougar, looking at the cat with the kind of disapproval usually reserved for a discarded latte left on a bookshelf.
Thane is present in the compound, looking a bit short of sleep but that's not particularly new. He's keeping himself angled to the location of the dog is never out of the corner of his remaining eye. The fire is going to ward off the cold light rain that wanders through in bands and he's got a simple black nylon coat on to serve a similar purpose. His arms are crossed over his chest as he waits and the arrival of their awaited company earns a nod of acknowledgement from the Alpha.
Brings-the-Pack is actually a little winded from the effort expended in keeping up with the Strider. He almost certainly slowed the seasoned Strider down. The dog, meanwhile, continues sporadically testing the strength of the chain that restricts his movement. When he does test the chain's stength, it's with hackles raised and a snarl of Kill! There's definite, definite bloodlust going on. The appearance of the Strider and the cougar prompts one of these lunges. Kill! yoink! The chain holds fast, but the mage-cat still starts at the dog's pointed aggression. The cougar hazards a guess, asiding to Yael, "This is the dog you mentioned was Wyrm-tainted?"
There's a returned nod to Thane, and then Yael crouches by the fire, at least not visibly fazed by the behaviour or reaction of the dog. Or perhaps simply more interested in getting warm. "And something else that I couldn't quite put a name to as well," she adds. "Yes."
It's that 'something else' that has Sandra's expression taking a turn for the darker, her attention shifting rather abruptly to the Strider and the Mage when the topic is raised, though she keeps an eye on the dog and its flailings. Really, she's engaged what may as well be a staring contest with this thing for some time now (at those times it looks at her), as if, like in the forest, she's still waiting for the opportunity to rip its throat out. Probably is! Either way, she's unnaturally quiet for the moment, though Yael's comment about 'something else' does get a questioning look.
Ruin stuffs her hands into her coat pockets and positions herself to where she can keep an eye on the so-called 'magecat' as well as the Something Else Dog.
Thane slants a look back to the lunging dog and curls up a corner of his lip. It's a largely idle threat, perhaps made in realization the dog isn't gonna care, but he expresses his annoyance anyway. "Well, let's figure out what it is so we can shut this mutt up and get it off our land. We don't need that racket calling anymore friends of it."
Brings-the-Pack keeps a good distance away from the dog, closer to the garou, but not too close to them. Crazed dog tied to a tree seems to rank higher as a danger than the garou, at the moment, for the mage-cat. He gazes pointedly at the dog, studying it, as his right forepaw makes a slow, low, sweeping gesture— first left and then right, then back and forth, as if sensing or attuning to things unseen. It's not something a normal cougar would do. The diagnosis comes within minutes.
"There is definitely some kind of spiritual tainting, although I'm not sure of the particular cause, and I don't think I can unwork it. Whatever it is, it seems to resonate in the dog's spiritual, life, mental, and core essence." That doesn't sound particularly good. "I just can't put my finger on the root cause," says the cougar with no fingers to put on anything. "Although," he adds belatedly, "I do sense that the effect will dissipate over a period of time. Months, probably. Maybe a year." He points out the fairly obvious, "It's definitely aggressive, and will continue to be so while under this influence." That seems to be his final diagnosis.
Yael watches Brings-the-Pack out of the corner of her eye, and when he finishes, she mutters what sounds like cursing by the tone of voice, Arabic or at least similar. Whatever she says it isn't polite, but also doesn't seem to be particularly aimed at the cougar, who gets a somewhat gracious nod. A moment of thought later, and she asks a question. "Underneath all of that, is it still a dog? Or is it its own creature by how twisted it has gotten to?"
Sandra's expression darkens considerably more, at this. Her focus is on Brings-the-Pack, but there's a definite sense that the hostility in her expression doesn't have anything to do with him specifically. Still, there's a— quality in her voice that may speak as a warning to the others that Something's Afoot when she asks: "Is it a form of possession?" A pause. "Or would a Rite of Cleansing be enough to 'drain' the energy that's influencing it without causing too much harm?" Then, more reasonably: "We still don't know how it got this way, and, as it stands, it's our only living witness to whatever it was that took hold of its pack."
"They weren't stealthy," Ruin says, in a not-quite-monotone. "A Ragabash can backtrack to their origin."
"Has anyone looked at the dog in the Umbra?" Thane asks as he looks to the other Garou present with his brows raised faintly. "To see if something is influencing it there? Certainly a Rite of Cleansing is prudent. If it doesn't cure it, perhaps the ritual may at least lessen the impact of whatever this is." To Ruin he looks and gives a single nod of his head. "And certainly easier and more sensible than trying to interrogate a dog."
Brings-the-Pack admits, "My expertise is somewhat limited when it comes to Spirit-related magicks, and I'm uncertain as to how effective your Rite of Cleansing might be in this instance. It might be worth a try, though. It is still definitely a dog. Fundamentally, at least. Physically. It has been altered. But not physically so. But there is still something off about it. Unnatural." He tenatively offers, "I might be able to determine more if I were to study it for a longer period of time, but that could ultimately prove to be fruitless."
Yael shifts on her feet a moment, and looks at the fire, pulling a stone with a hole in it from her pocket to fidget with. "I never had a chance to learn the rite of Cleansing," she says, shaking her head. "At least not any version of it that I could use." A beat passes, and she falls silent.
There's a bit of a look cut towards Thane, though Sandra knows better than to keep it leveled on him, gaze just as quickly shifting back to the dog itself. "All due respect," she says simply, "if there's information to be gathered ahead of time, it's worth gathering. As fair warning to any scouts sent to look into the matter, if nothing else." Her gaze shifts to Brings-the-Pack, then, and that tension starts to spike again. Just a touch. Something about what he says seems to ease whatever that 'warning' was, however, and her gaze shifts to Yael. "My education's a bit lacking in that regard, as well, admittedly," she says. "I've participated in the Rite, but never lead one." A beat. "If there's someone we can summon here to perform it, it seems to me it'd be worth trying."
"At the end of the day it's still a dog, remember." Thane remarks. "Even if it's rendered back to sanity, we can't expect it to give us any detailed recounting of what happened to it. One of our senior Theurges should be able to attend to the ritual. In the meantime, with the weather, we should see some Garou to follow the trail as far as they can while it's still fresh before we have to resort to spiritual means."
Yael lifts her gaze from the fire. "I can also track it, and potentially much more quickly," she says, dangling the stone for a moment before she puts it back in her pocket. "First thing first though," and she nods towards the dog, and lifts her shoulders in another shrug.
Sandra's brow arches subtly. "Thankfully, I wasn't pinning my hopes on the canine equivalent of War and Peace," she replies to Thane dryly. Past that, she's said what she's going to say on the matter, it seems.
Ruin offers no further words of wisdom, herself.
A howl is sent out summoning someone who knows the Cleansing ritual and the sept's Rite Mistress is the one who answers with her messenger bag of supplies in tow. Dakota's look to the dog, while cautious, is also one of pity. She listens with patience as she's filled in on the basics and she then moves towards the dog. Once she's gotten a handle on the range of it's chain, she takes out a bag of fine crystalline white sand and meticulously traces an unbroken circle just out of the dog's reach, invoking the Weaver's binding powers to halt the spread of the taint. The dog howls in fury and lunges at the ritualist. A smoldering stick bound with herbs like sage is burned, copying the circle around the dog in one of smoke and flame, calling upon the Balancer Wyrm's strength to purge the spirit. The dog writhes at the end of its chain, virulent coughs bringing up vomit of blood and bile. Then water, cast onto the dog as she traces out the circle a third time, bidding the creation of the Wyld to wash the spirit clean as a newborn thought. The dog is left shaking and whimpering. At the rite's end, the Crinos-formed Child of Gaia howls to the skies, invoking Gaia and Luna to restore the dog's soul and its purpose.
Yael slips off into the woods as Dakota arrives and before the rite actually starts, a brief explanation given that she's going to go find out what she can.