Marrick Wins a Fight

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6) ((how is she that day..?)

[Marrick]

She was, for the most part, clean. Where the Fury had crashed wasn't important, nor was it somewhere that she could really talk about, but she was, for the most part, clean. After she woke up, she started the long trek home. Her mind wandered. It went places she had no desire for it to go. She hummed songs she'd only heard Emily sing. Seemed the Fury was just toxic for galliards to be around. People avoided her. There was nothing to herald her arrival but the turning of the front door knob and half a sigh. She didn't say a word.

[Boy]

He was in the living room. Or what was left of it anyway. The dust was still settling, and Boy, dumbfounded, was still staring at the bit of the mural that lay in tact. His little tantrum seemed to have sent everybody else running. Wendy wasn't home. Doodle wasn't home. Callie might have been there, but she spent so much time in her new room (her very first room ever) to be of any concern. The only thing that was home to respond to the click of Marricks Entry was a wolf, mottled grey and brown, tearing into the cushions of the couch with a frustrated fervor. And when the front door closed behind her, there he was, creeping out of the living room, head held low and eyes glaring curiously. He didn't look like much in his wolf form. In fact, he looked like the big doggie that his sister used to refer to him as. A big doggy with piercing eyes, and a slowly...wagging...tail....

[Marrick]

"... we're going to need to get a new couch..." She doesn't smile. Instead, the Fury shuts the door behind her and slowly... very slowly... sits herself down on te ground by the front door. there's blood on her sweatshirt- her hair's taken on a morbidly strawberry cast. There's still flecks of blood and vitriol under her nails, on the cuffs of her pants, ground into her sweatshirt... She looks at Boy, and with as much composure as she can muster behind haunted eyes, she speaks. "Walks the Tracks is dead."

[Boy]

His eyes widen just then, and he seems considerably less doggy, and a hell of a lot more wolf. The grey and brown wolf takes a few steps forward before he stands with his legs apart, head in line with his body, tail rigid, and tongue flitting over his muzzle. "Who else..." he says simply in the high tongue, and he watches her with the eyes of a hunter.

[Administrator]

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[Marrick]

"We both did," she tells him, "it was just the two of us. We were investigating somethin', an' we heard rumor that there was something big goin' down and we went to check it out. It was sept business. " She looks at him, and there was a small smile. Something that came with memory, but not actual happiness. It doesn't reach her eyes. "You should have seen her, there were four spirals. And it took everything they had- she killed two on her own before she fell." She's quiet again. There's pain in that statement... her eyes travel to the mural, or what's left of it. "... god, what the Hell am I gonna do?"

[Administrator]

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[Boy]

Who knew that the high tongue could seem so forlorn. "No..." Boy whines. Literally, his wolf form whines high and painful as he communicates to Marrick. "No, there were others, right?" The wolf form takes a step closer. "There were others that you had to keep safe." Another step forward "There were others...distracting you...from protecting Sheridan....right?" and he's in front of her now, slumped against the door. Those eyes burn dark and intense, meeting her own gaze, and again his tongue flicks along both sides of his muzzle. His tail wags ever...so...slowly....

[Marrick]

"No," she replies ... His form pads forward and the Fury inhales. She doesn't get up. Instead, she closes her eyes, she presses her back against the door even harder than she had before. Who knew that the high tongue could be so forlorn. There is elegance in it, yes, but the sound is painful to listen to. There were others- "No," she says again. It's more insistent this time. Her jaw is clenched, her heart is pounding harder, and the sound of her voice is pained.

[Marrick]

Then, she snaps- "No! We were trying to protect the sept. If somethin' hurt her, I tried t'draw fire. If something attacked her, I tried to make sure that it didn't stay standing but it wasn't enough. I tried, but it doesn't matter because it wasn't enough."

[Administrator]

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[Boy]

Inits!

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 8

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (6+1d10)

[snail]

(okay, you know how it goes, marrick declares first, then boy!)

[Administrator]

cricket, welcome to Lake View (Northside) (Now)

[Marrick]

actions!: -1 rage to snapshift to hispo all actions, or splits thereof, are devoted to blocking any attacks incoming

[Boy]

Declare! Reflexive: Snapshift to Hispo 1a: Hamstring Marrick 1b: Move behind Marrick R1: Throat/Jawlock Marrick

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) [Hamstring]

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) 1a: block: dex3+hispo2+brawl4=9-2 (split), diff 6

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) (1b action is now a block)

[Marrick]

(oh, fuck, didn't mean to roll that, sorry!)

[snail]

(that's fine, we're keeping it!)

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [Switching to bite, +1 diff]

[snail]

*REDFLASH* Redoing due to dice + change.

[Marrick]

[Declare! -1 rage to snapshift to hispo Still taking defensive actions, split as necessary]

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 8 (Failure at target 8) [Hamstring: Hispo Dex (5)+Brawl(2) -2(split), diff 8]

[snail]

(no need to redeclare, we're just rerolling. marrick's declare remains: 1a. block b. turn with boy first block is unnecessary. boy, are you switching second action to bite?)

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) ((Yes He is)) [Hispo Dex (5)+Brawl (2) -3 (split), diff 6]

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [Block! dex3+hispo2+brawl4= 9 -2 (split)= 7, diff 6)

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 5) [Rage: BITE! (Hispo Dex) 5 + (Brawl) 2, diff 5)]

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [[block! dex3+hispo2+brawl4= 9 -3 (split) = 6, diff 6)

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Damage: (Hispo Strength) 6 + 2 (Bite) +1 (suxx)]

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6) [[Soak? Hail? Please hail!]

[snail]

(you guys can post 1 IC post each if you want! otherwise, reinit!)

[Marrick]

She growled, fur raised and there was something genuinely edged about her now. She squared off with her alpha, her brother, and she didn't advance. She didn't retreat. I'm done, she tells him. It's the only words, growled, whined, something that she gives.

[Boy]

"You Tried!?" He screams as he leaps at her, haws clapping as he suddenly bursts into his hispo form. Those curled fangs, those razor sharp teeth catch air and clothes as she sidesteps his attack. But she doesn't remove herself from the path of his wrath. "Not enough!" he mimmicks her, only it more accusatory than the excuse she'd given, and even with his jaws unsatisfied, or perhaps, especially with his jaws unsatisfied, he looks ready to tear at her anew.

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 [8+1d10]

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 8

[snail]

(declare, marrick first!)

[Marrick]

[[Declare: -1 WP for resist pain all actions are reserved for defense]]

[Boy]

Declare! 1a: Bite 1b: Bite again R1: Leap on top of/over Marrick R2: Throat/Jaw lock

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 7) [BITE: Hispo Dex (5)+Brawl (2) - Split (2)]

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6) [dex3+hispo2+brawl4= 9 - 3 = 6, diff 6]

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5) [Bite again!: -3]

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) Stop biting me! dex3+hispo2+brawl4 = 9 - 4 = 5

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Damage!:]

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 7 (Failure at target 6) [SOAK!]

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6) [forgot aboutn the bite]

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 5, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5) [Bite anew!]

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6) [Block! dex3+hispo2+brawl4= 9 - 5 = 4)

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) [Damage: Pulling at crippled (part 1)]

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6) [Soak?]

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) [Damage: Pulling at crippled (part 2)]

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6) [Bite again: You're only making this harder on yourself!]

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Failure at target 6) [Damage]

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 6, 6, 10 (Failure at target 8) [Frenzy check? For the love of god, don't eat your brother...]

[Boy]

"You've still got some in you. Where was this when Sheridan was by your side? Why are you here and she's not? Why are you better than her, Marrick? Why are you more worthy!?!" His jaws snap at her anew, not half as tired as she was, but fulled to the brim with Rage. "WHY ARE YOU HERE! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU'RE MORE WORTHY!"

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8) [Frenzy Check: WE WERE SO CLOSE!]

[Marrick]

"I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!" She has yet to snap her jaws at him, yet to attack. She has yet to do anything against him but defend herself, but the time to repent was fading, and things were shifting to something much different. "I didn't ask to outlive Sheridan, or Emily, or Dobson, or ANY OF THEM!" Why are you more worthy? She roars "I'M NOT!"

[Administrator]

mouse, welcome to Lake View (Northside) (Now)

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (8+1d10)

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 8

[Boy]

Declare! 1: Activate Shroud: spend 1 gnosis, roll gnosis (1 wp) R1: leap on top of Marrick R2: JAW LOCK! SUBMIT BETCH!

[Marrick]

Actions!: 1a: -1 rage spur claws 1b: bite again 1c: bite? r1: Just keeeeep biting

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) (dex3+hispo2+brawl4 = 9 - 3 (split) = 6)

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6) [Damage: str3+hispo3+succ4=10)

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [Soak]

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 3 at target 5) Bite!: dex3+hispo2+brawl4= 9 -4 = 5, diff 5

[Administrator]

mouse has left Lake View (Northside)

[Marrick]

Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 6) damage: str3+hispo3+hispobite2+2= 10

[Boy]

Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6) Soak again!

[Marrick]

She is covered in blood for the second time in a short set of hours. The Fury looks at the form of her fallen Alpha, tastes the blood on her tongue, but she does not roar in victory. She doesn't do much of anything, really, except look at him. She leaves him on the ground, but instead pads off to her room to go get a talen. Her tail stays down, and soon enough the Fury fades into a blonde mess of blood and exhaustion. She was unhinged before, but now? Now she just looks tired. Spiritually, mentally, tired.

[Marrick]

[Blood Bandages: for life's little booboos, -1 gnosis]

[Administrator]

snail has left Lake View (Northside)

[Boy]

His eyes open suddenly. Great , hungry, curious brown eyes. And slowly the hispo's fur melds away, leaving only the fresh, open wounds at his neck and body, still bleeding from Marrick's jaws. Boy pushes with his feet, lunging away from her. His eyes stare at her, hot and have glaring for a moment. A collection of seconds. And then his eyes dart downward. "I never asked to lead. But I at least expected you to follow." There was something off about his voice. Perhaps it was the flesh of his throat still not stitched back together. Perhaps there was still a lump of rage or sadness left in him. "You get to tell Doodle...what happened to Sheridan." There were still advantages to the homid form. It was more acceptable to mundane society than any other, and it had opposable thumbs. Perfect for things like...opening front doors. Which is just what Boy did before lingering once. "And you can do it the way you seem to prefer lately." Those eyes, still brown, still hungry, still curious, don't dare meet hers now, even as he moves out the doorway. "Without me." And the door shuts firmly behind him.

[Marrick]

"Don't-" she starts. There is no edge in her voice, there is nothing left in her. She moves to the door. He's heading for the door, and the Fury puts her hand on it, something hard and harsh, and fueled by whatever rage she has left. But, there is nothing left. There is no pain, except for the kind that reflects in her eyes right then. "Don't you dare, don;t you dare make this about me not deferring-" If he tries to leave, she shoves the door. They're both bleeding, still. They're both on even ground. There is silence. "You're going to listen to me," she said, "you owe me that."

[Boy]

There's a sparkle in his eyes. No not a sparkle. Nothing as hopeful. Its a glistening, soft and shimmering like sunrise on a lake. But his face is far from serene. There's still plenty of Rage in him, even if there isn't as much fight. "What." he snarls at her. "You gonna justify this? Gonna make this better somehow? You remember who it was that wanted something to protect? That wanted Territory? And now we're gonna lose it all. What is it exactly that I owe you, Marrick? How've you been paying back for what you've gotten?" He was like this lately. Ever since she mentioned Wyrmbreaker's impending challenge, he'd been all snarls and orders. He didn't ask anymore. He didn't suggest. He ordered. "So Tell me, Marrick. Tell me your story. Tell me something that means we have a totem again. You know how close we were? Do you know how fucking close we were?"

[Marrick]

"I am a disgrace, do you understand me? I ain't worth the fuckin' effort, and I ain't worth yer honor." She says... she falters, but she says it. "I can't stay anymore. I'll make my amends to the totem, and I've already set my mind to giving Sheridan her last rites, but then I am gone. Full moons in this town are a dime a dozen and you don't need me, you need a shield on a leash-" it was more bitter than she realized. "Sheridan came to me. She heard news that something was happening, that there was an attack being planned, and we went to investigate. We were being careful, we watched our backs, we kept cover. We didn't know we were walking on on a pack of fucking Black Spiral Dancers. There were four of them, but that doesn't matter because we should have run. We didn't have a chance to retreat, there was nowhere to go. That junkyard was a maze... She died before we could get help," she said. "By the time Joss got there, Sheridan had died, I had died, and only one of us stayed up." Her voice breaks. "And I wish that it wasn't me, and I wish that I hadn't come back. But I did. And I don't deserve our totem," she said, "I'll clean this up. I'll make amends to our totem... but you have lost your beta. And we will be stronger for it."

[Boy]

He listens quietly and without interruption, letting her tell her story through to the end this time. He doesn't weep. He might have shet a few tears, but those were on their way long before. And even as she lays it all out at his feet, he's quiet for a long, long time. "I didn't come here for the full moons." he eventually whispers through a ripped throat." I didn't find this place, keep this place for the full moons. I came here for my sister. But if I'm not strong enough to lead you then maybe Wyrmbreak is right. Maybe we should all just quit. Besides, You're not my beta. You stopped being that the moment you got here. The moment I had to beg you to leave that bastard behind at the brotherhood and come to the home I made for you. "You don't want this to be about you not deferring to me, but in so many ways it already is. If you won't listen to me, and if i can't make you, then I'm not worthy of leading. And if you, as beta, aren't ready to overcome your failures....I have to ask you now, Marrick. Is that really how you feel. Are you ready to quit?"

[Marrick]

"You need to talk to me," she said. She's quiet, holding the door still, but she's not looking. "We used to talk... and... Maybe I changed, or maybe you changed, or maybe we both changed but... but it didn't used to be like this." She falters. "I can't follow anyone else... but I don't know what to do, and I'm dragging you all down with me. It's not your leadership, it's me... I don't know what you're thinking anymore. I don't know what you want, what our goals are, what... I feel lost. I... I hate being lost. Tell me where I'm supposed to start looking?"

[Boy]

"Hoooome" He says in a long, rhaspy whisper. "I can't talk to you. You're never here." And his head bows again. It was the same problem he had. With Dietrich. With Marrick. With everyone. How could they not see what holes needed filling? How could they not fill it. He wanted to say ' do your duty' but what did that mean to anyone but him. "Start home. Make it safe." Marrick could see the flesh of his throat bobbing as he swallowed. "And from now on...I'm not leaving your side."

[Marrick]

"I have duties at the sept, I have a rite to perform, I-" she stops. "I'm not gonna be on house arrest, Boy, I can't do that to th'sept." That was what started it all. Sept duties. Marrick going to perform her duty, doing what she had to do as her position dictated, and finding herself backed into a wall. "Here and the caern. Those are the only places I need to go without you if I have to... nowhere else."

[Boy]

"Did I say you stay!" Even with the torn throat, he had enough Rage to bark, hoarse as it was. "Did I say you couldn't leave?! No!" a gob of coughs, blood, and phlegm in his throat. "Listens! Follow! You Will make this better. And I am not leaving your side. No matter what you're doing or where you go, until you do!

[Marrick]

"Fine." And it was all she said on the matter.

[Boy]

Half shaded eyes dip toward her. The blood still drips on his chin, particularly the way he pointed his nose downward as he turned the lock again. "You know what this is like." He says eventually in a barley recognizable voice. "I still want to tear your throat open." And he tugs at the door. "So I need to leave." And perhaps that was the last of it. Perhaps that was the peace that they needed now.

[Marrick]

"Okay," she said as she stepped away from the door, "I'll clean this up before Wendy gets home."

[Boy]

Dark as it was outside, bruised and covered in blood as he was, he left. Something else would pay for this tonight. Lets just hope it was something that that would see it coming.