Wahya Must Die: Part I

[Gina McClaren] *Chill and cloudy. The sun sets with a dull orange glow. Everything bathed in strange yellow light as the cold of night slides into the park on the coat-tails of day. Gina's bundled against the elements, an olive mini-trench and pumpkin colored sweater. Faded jeans cling tightly to ample curves as she wanders through the park, dufflebag over her shoulder. She was in no hurry to get home tonight. Despite who she woke up with in the mornings, the little yellow house on oaktown avenue was cold and lonely when she returned home from work. It was almost enough to make her miss Emile. Almost. A smirk at the memory as she pauses ankle deep in fallen leaves, bending with a tinkle of bangles, to fish an errant leaf out of a worn leather boot.*

[Wyrmywahya] It’s nearly the end to a quiet day, a chill clings to the air, carried on the wind as it circulates through Grant Park, whistling and humming as plays along the grass, through bushes and rustles the leaves of the ornamented trees in the Millennium Park. It sings past a small, curvy caramel woman bundled up to protect herself from the elements. It tries to tear through her hair and sends it whipping across her features as leaves start to roll by when she bends to rescue one from her boots.

The sky shrouded in a light cloud cover, but not enough to threaten the city with rain, and yet a loud noise crackles across the horizon, seemingly to come out of nowhere. There is a break in clouds, like something cut through it briefly with a flash of faint light and it is gone in the next second.

From the south edge of the park, a city worker whistles his way through his job plucking up trash that pedestrians have left on the ground. The bushes behind him suddenly shake violently as if coming alive and deep bellow growls begin to echo from the underbrush. The City Work stops, blinking in confusion as he turns on the bushes, noticing the bright gleam of red glowing eyes and begins to yell spastically in Spanish as he waves his arms in the air.

[Gina McClaren] *Well now that was something you didn't typically see. Gina straightens, drawing a hand up to push long hair back out of her face, looking towards the commotion. The pikey recognizes spanish, but thats all she recognizes of the language, head tilted as she moves towards the frightened worker.*

Loves? Wha's the matter aye?

*The low growling draws her attention further, her feet crunching with greater speed through the grass as her leisurely pace becomes more hurried. Whether good or bad, she was betting that the litter-picker didn't need to be involved. Her footfalls come slower as she comes within a few feet of the bushes, shooing the startled hispanic man away with a singsong*

Peaches.. Mayhaps, gawn phone animal control.. aye?

*A hard swallow as she crosses her arms and peers into the bushes a little more closely.*

[Wyrmywahya] The City Worker turns on Gina the moment she is within a few feet of the bushes, attempting to peer a little more closely. He grabs at her arm, trying to jerk her away as he speaks at her frantically in broken English.

“Senorita… No. Lobos. Come away, please…”

The growls continue to vibrate growing louder. They can hear the snap and snarl of vicious jaws as foam and spittle spew from the bushes. The animal – or a rather large wolf – edges slowly out of the bushes, its body hung low to the ground, ears flat against his head as its upper lip curls and quivers to expose sharp fangs. The fur along its neck running down to its tail spikes up.

The wolf seems larger than it should be. Rather it looks like its getting larger with the snap and crunch of bones and muscles reshaping themselves to grow into a more hispo shape.

The City Worker screams in terror, tucking on Gina to come way with him.

[Gina McClaren] Och fer tha love o merciful fook! Nae.. vite vite.. uh.. "Ond-da-lay" .. fookaft. Wha'ever. *Gina jerks her arm away violently. If she was going somewhere she sure as hell wasn't being drug there. One look at the creature emerging from the bushes and she's having second thoughts. Her hands come up, screaming city worker forgotten as she takes a large, slow step backwards, palms up in submission. Gina's voice ringing clear as she fights to keep her tone smooth, soothing, and above all else, calm. Its something of a feat.*

Calm now... Calm biggun. Ah'm nae tae hurt ye. Ye dinnae need aul tha. Please.

*No really. Please. Lets not eat the soft kinfolk, big bad. Gina's fear spikes the air, in spite of the warmth and softness of her voice, heart racing as she tries to figure out exactly whats going on here. Dark eyes wide with barely restrained terror.*

[per emp + wp ]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Gina McClaren] [cha+ animal ken diff 6-2(ench vc)=dif 4]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 4)

[Boy] This was not his territory. It wasn't a part of the city that he routinely patrolled. But Marrick came here when she needed to run. There was a pit in Boy's stomach when he realized he'd been so distracted that he lost track of her, and now he was out visiting the places he expected to find her again.

But it wasn't that easy. Marrick wasn't here. She wasn't a set of keys, after all.

All that said, he was still the same man...er...boy...that he'd always been. So when someone in the park started making panicked help-me sounds, Boy's shoulders tensed, his ears prickled, his stomach churned and he came running toward the direction the screaming city worker was trying to run from.

He grabs the man by the collar, pulling him away from the Kin and turning him to face Boy rather than the quickly inflating wolf. He didn't know spanish, but when you could look you practiced looking mean and unpleasant as much as he seemed to do, language was usually less of a barrier.

"Get the FUCK outta here!" He barks in the man's face, and sets him free to run on.

[Wyrmywahya] The sweet, soothing singsong voice of the smaller woman draws the Feral’s attentions to her. She can see some semblance of intelligence flash briefly in its golden eyes. A ear flicks forward at her voice, his nose twitches as its head lifts up to breathe in deeply of her scent, her pedigree… it seems… to acknowledge what she is.

The faint bristle of rage flutters around the wolf, it is not at the point of frenzy, but the dark look that overtakes its eyes becomes one of a wild feral animal. A beast bent on destruction and rending flesh from bone for the sheer pleasure of violence. The longer she stares at the blackish-grey wolf, the more she stares at it, the more she sees how much the animal has suffered physically and perhaps… mentally. It body was emaciated, nearly devoid of fat and muscle eaten away to leave a living sack of skin and bones. There were patches of skin showing through the fur and its gums were black with sickness. Even the way it froths at the mouth, it looks ill.

The moment Boy comes on the scene, the wolf attentions draw to him, listening as he yells at the City Worker. The Spanish man turns to flee, swearing up and down as he crosses himself and starts to run away, which is the biggest mistake he made. The sudden rush of movement targets the man as prey and the hispo bolts after the fleeing City Worker like it were a deer, brushing between Boy and Gina, with a strong burst of speed.

[Gina McClaren] DINNAE!

*Gina yelps as the emaciated wolf streaks past her towards the fleeing man. Her eyes register Boy and an instant later she's blurting at the Uktena, whirling on her heel after the hispo.*

Stop hem!

*Breaking into a run towards the running wolf, looking around frantically for spectators. They didn't need anyone seeing this. The curvy kin praying to every god she doesn't believe in that this doesn't end in bloodshed.*

[Boy] The hispo wolf takes off, and so does Boy, leaping out into large, furry action at almost the same instance that Gina screams. The chase wouldn't last long before this blackish-grey wolf was on the poor man, tearing him apart. Before that could happen, the red and brown wolf (Boy) had his jaws snapping at the other one's hind legs.

[Wyrmywahya] Boy is healthy, strong and virile and full of energy which allows him to overtake Wahya, he is certain by now, that it is his Uktena brother, but it doesn’t act like him. Wahya’s sickly body can’t keep up the burst of speed as it tries to run after the City Worker.

The City Worker screams, flailing his arms and looks back, he’s lost his hat and his equipment. Wahya springs at the man, managing to bring him down as his jaws clamp down on the man’s boot and he starts to jerk and twist at it. The man kicks at the wolf’s face, landing a hit on the nose that shakes off the hispo and allows Boy and Gina time to reach him.

[Gina McClaren] Shhhh! Shhhhh! Nae Nae Nae... *She's not touching the wolf, she's a little too clever to throw herself at a rampaging hispo. Gina does however position herself between the worker and the dire wolf's rangey form. Hands up again, tone soft as she singssongs quietly.*

Calm darlin.. Calm. Stay calm. Naethen tae chase. Ye dinnae need thes man... Coome.. Coome away.

*Warm, soothing repitition, best she can sing it with her heart in her throat. Dark eyes flicking this way and that as she worries about on lookers. Gina tries to catch the Hispo's eye, bangles clinking as she slooowly moves away from the worker, trying to draw the beast along with her. *

Ye need tae gi' smaller darlin. Please? Nae wan's gintae harm ye.

*A desperate glance to the red/brown wolf that was now Boy.*

[Gina McClaren] [cha/emp vs 5-2 = dif 3. Empathy specialty = emotions.]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 11 at target 3) Re-rolls: 3
to Wyrmywahya

[Boy] There isn't any delicacy in the Hispo form. A Crinos, given enough focus of mind, could could carry, cradle, hold, without causing too much damage. The Hispo that was Brother of the Lost could only bite. He locked his jaws around Wahya's throat and placing the weight of his healthy, hale, monstrously large body on top of him.

And all the while he wasn't growling, but whining. Seeing his tribemate this way was painful. Absolutely painful.

[Wyrmywahya] The City Worker manages to escape, minus a shoe, which hangs in Wahya’s mouth as Boy clamps his jaws down on the loose skin of the wolf’s throat, keeping him restrained. Gina’s voice – in all its sweetness – becomes a break in the dark clouds that churn in the Feral’s twisted thoughts, briefly shattering the waking nightmare that the wolf was experiencing.

Wahya’s ears roll forward at the sound of her voice, drawn to it like a magnet; he tries to fight against Boy to reach her. The shoe dropping from the wolf’s mouth to land on the grass. A painful keening erupts in the back of his throat as he lies down on the grass, sliding a paw over the bridge of his muzzle. Ears flat along his skull now.

”Wyrm-comers must die…” he growls out to Boy, ”Must destroy them… kill –“

[Gina McClaren] We need tae gi' thes poor darlin tae somewhere moor private.

*Gina sings worriedly, licking her lips in nervousness. She crouches by Wahya's head and croons gently, voice a lullaby.*

Calm darlin. Et'll be aulrecht. jes come wi me, away..aye?

[Boy] as the creature in his jaws relaxes ever so slightly, so too does Boy's grip on it. That is, until it speaks. And in the high tongue it speaks of hatred and death. With its body still pinned under his own, Boy lays a massive paw on Wahya's fore-limb.

"What are you? Who is this creature that speaks from my Tribemate's mouth? What happened to you, Many Tongues?"

A dark but cognizant eye blinks at Gina as she speaks, and his muzzle and jaw linger over Wahya's throat again.

"Take your Man shape" He growls.

[Wyrmywahya] Wahya’s body begins to shudder uncontrollably under the weight of Boy’s body. His form flows from hispo to wolf – his breed form. Jaws snap out sending flume of spittle upon the grass. He snarls at Boy, Gina’s voice managing to ease some of the anger and frustration bristling under his fur.

”Who are you, wolf-brother who fucks the monkeys? They take the land, they kill the kin, they rape the Mother … Wyrm-comers must die!” his barks rise up to a near-roar, which dies immediately, leaving Wahya to choke on the last bark, and send him into a coughing fit.

Blood and mucus regurgitate back up as he vomits; he tries to push himself against Boy’s weight, but doesn’t have the strength, barely managing to get his hind legs under him before he’s face-planting on the grass.

Gina can see the pain that Wahya is in. The lack of strength in the wolf from days, weeks, perhaps months of not eating...

[Gina McClaren] Och.. fook.

*He's vomitting, and Gina can't help her very human impulse to help. To touch and fix. Her hands linger close enough to sniff, or bite, should he choose, bangles clinking as she resists the temptation to smooth the wolf's fur in sympathy. This wasn't a dog. Though its hard to recognize Wahya in this state, pretty pikey singing away, soft and comforting. Kin letting her voice curl around them like a warm familiar blanket.*

Darlin.. We're tryin tae help. Please.. come wi' oos. We'll gi' ye some food. Fix wha ails ye. Please?

*Dark eyes cast to Boy in anxious question, then back to Wahya, trying to read what she can off him. Her palms up, expression soft with concern.*

[Per/animal ken]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]

[Gina McClaren] [or with the right amount of dice! ahem. wp again..disregard LAST steenkin wp]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]

[Boy] There's a low, keening, mournful and annoyed growl that comes from him when Wahya struggles. Boy's weight does not relent, but his form shifts as he does, Bones cracking and fur giving way to dedicated clothes until his bulky Glabro form is weighing the wolf down instead.

Naturally glowering eyes look up to Gina.

"I need you..." Comes his gutteral voice. "To keep him calm. Sing to him. Talk to him. Something. Keep him calm."

[Wyrmywahya] Gina and Boy both know the dilemma they are going to face if they don’t get the wolf-born out of sight. A shit storm has already stirred with the attack on the City Worker. It is likely more humans will become, if not the police themselves, this was a nice area of town. Response time would be quick.

Gina’s voice keeps Wahya’s attention. The more she speaks to him, the more his anger deflates until he doesn’t want to fight, if he doesn’t his resistance futile, leading him to only whine and growl when handled. He seems incapable of walking now.

[Gina McClaren] Shhhh.. Ets aulrecht darlin. We're gintae take ye somewhere's safe. Somewhere wi' food, wha's warm, an' dry. Jes calm yerself... *Gina nods idly to Boy, swallowing as she continues speaking, soft and soothing. The curvy child of owl had been blessed with one helluva a voice, and she couldn't think of any better use of it right now, than keeping Wahya calm. With any luck at all the Park worker had fled without alerting the authorities, and the three of them could - for a time- be mistaken as park-goers rough housing with a hybrid. If they were very lucky, they'd get out of this park without further incident.* Stay calm darlin... We're gintae move ye now. Someplace safe.

*Gina looks to Boy, hopeful. She didn't know how much he could carry in glabro, but it damn well better be about a wolf's worth, or they were about to be in a world of trouble.*

Can ye hoist hem?

[Gina McClaren] [charisma/empathy - to calm the savage beast vs 5-2 = 3]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 8 at target 3) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
to Wyrmywahya

[Wyrmywahya] Wahya, at this point, is jello thanks to Gina's soothing voice. It is the only thing that is remotely keeping the 'killing instinct' at bay as the wolf whines pitifully at them.

[Boy] It wasn't until then that Boy finally let up, peeling himself slowly off of the wolf's body. He swings his jacket off his shoulders and covers Wahya with the heavy denim before lifting him up in his arms.

"We need to get to the Bawn. And I need you to come with me to keep him calm."

[Wyrmywahya] ((there isn't gonna be much resistance from Wahya at this point. You all can probably drag him to the bawn, it's getting him there that'll be the issue))
to Boy, Gina McClaren

[Gina McClaren] Ah'm wi' ye, but we're nae 'eaded tae tha Bawn yet. Ee's nae reactin sae well tae ye, darlin.. ah cannae imagine hem wi' a bunch more o' ye. Breng hem tae me house. We can aulways call folk tae coome wance ee's settled.

*A nod from the pikey as she stands, brushing crushed leaves off her jeans. She falls into step alongside Boy, at as brisk a pace as he can set. Her tone a constant soothing singsong, repetitive and smooth. It matters little the words she says, so long as her voice remains a calm lullaby for the feral wolf in Boy's arms.*

Ets aulrecht. Shhhh sweet wolf. Shh. We'll take care o ye...

*They needed a cab. She digs about in her purse and retreives a cell, muffling it as she punches buttons. This was going to have to be one helluva tip. A short burst of melodic speech before she hangs up.*

Need a van, south gate, Grant park. Quick as Lightning.

[Boy] Boy's brow lowered into a look of concern and uncertainty. He had to admit though, she was right. So when she calls up the cab Boy doesn't argue. He goes with it.

He glanced at Wahya in his arms. He needed a good cleansing. As a start, at the very least. But he was equally sure that would be a bad thing until he could properly restrain the wolf born.

[Wyrmywahya] It may not be a wise idea to take the wolf-born to the Caern, even to the edge of its own bawn. There is no telling what the Spirits will say or what the Guardians will do. Boy knows that the litany preaches for the Garou to not tend to they sickness.

Right now, Wahya was as sick as they come. Someone may try to put the wolf-born down before any thought to try and save him.

There were the rumors, ones that flew about the endeavor that the Theurge elder, Joss, and Charlie did to try and stop the Master, the little girl who has been tormenting various Garou and kin for months. There were rumors that Wahya had set off to seek information and it got back to Joss at a price… trapped in Malfeas.

Gina and Boy wait it out for the taxi cab to appear, Gina using her beguiling ways to persuade the man to take all of them back to her residence. The tip had to be huge to keep him quiet, there went dinner for the next week.

[Gina McClaren] *Once they've manhandled Wahya into the back of the van, Gina digs into her satchel with a sigh. She'd spent the better part of yesterday working the Magnificent Mile, and had a hefty stockpile of cash from the wallets she'd liberated It was supposed to go towards groceries and her nestegg, but her fridge was more or less stocked and.. well.. this was an emergency. She sits in the back of the with Wahya and Boy, crooning gently the entire way to her little yellow house in Bronzeville. A wad of cash paid to the cabbie for his forgetfulness on the matter. Soon she's opening doors and helping the two Uktena into her fragrant, cramped little home.*

[Gina McClaren] (to GC!)

[Wyrmywahya] A Boy and his dog... and Gina! Pile out of the taxi van that pulls up into her residence. They hear the grumbled whines and growls of the lupus under Boy's jacket, but he's been docile on the ride over.

[Gina McClaren] *Gina moves to let them in, keys rattling as she sings softly.*

Jes a wee bit longer sweet theng.. we'll have ye settled.. almost home..

*Its a squat yellow house in an area of Bronzeville that, while still dangerous and scummy, sports the occasional mowed lawn or white picket fence. People here still struggling to have a neighbourhood to be proud of, safe or not. Gina's little house has peeling yellow paint that might once have been cheery, a solid white door, and a tall greying clapboard fence that obscures the backyard from nosy neighbours. The inside is cozy, or in less glowing terms, cramped. The interior decorating looks to have taken place in the seventies or eighties, given the palette of oranges and browns everywhere. Even the yellowing kitchen wall paper has orange floral accents. Olive fridge and stove monstrosities, chipped white cabinets. The house may be small, ugly and cramped, but it smells like heaven. Spices and Food. A few ecclectic touches mark it as Gina's. A patchwork throw here, a basket of charms there, a dirty teacup, a dented bone of Andrew's long since forgotten deep under the couch. The pretty pikey hustles to shut the door behind them.*

[Boy] Boy rides silently with Wahya in his arms and his lap. His bulky form, sloped brow, and single brow get a bit of a look from the cabbie, but in the event that he'd need to suddenly restrain the wolf again, he kept the Bulky form, even as he followed Gina into her home.

Wahya gets set carefully on the couch. Boy took the jacket off him, but stayed close. He spoke as softly as the gutteral voice of this form would allow.

"If we have to call someone...we need to start with Soledad. I don't think he'll want to see anyone from another tribe."

"

[Wyrmywahya] There is no response from Wahya until he has been set upon the couch. He weakly lifts his body up to drag it into the corner cushion, curling up into a ball. His sides heaving in and out with labored breath as the loose skin slide along his ribcage like an accordion.

His head pillowed by his front paws, he watches Gina and Boy, ears flat along his skull. His throat twists and contorts with a painful effort. A rather growling monkey speech emitted in response.

"Bring wyrm-comers... will tear out hearts and eat them."

[Gina McClaren] *Gina nods to Boy, hustling to the kitchen*

Aye darlin. She's wan o me warders now anyhow. Soledad'll need tae kain. Her an' Hunter both.

*She'd had a small beef roast thawing in the sink for supper. Its that she goes to get now, tending to Wahya's most obvious problem first. Saran wrap peeled off, strings cut, the football sized chunk of meat cut into smaller hunks. Its brought to the living room in a roaster, along with a good two inches of tap water. Gina tilting her head as the wolf on her couch speaks. She purses her lips, looking to Boy in confusion, before singing softly to Wahya. Roaster set on the cushion beside him.*

Mayhaps.. eat thes enstead darlin. Fill yer belly an be calm. Rest fer awhile. Aye?

[Wyrmywahya] The wolf's nose twitches, his eyes gleam with hunger as he smells the meat Gina brings to him. His tongue runs along the sides of his maw and over his teeth. His legs shake as he forces his body upright on the cushion, neck stretching out to bring his head down to sniff at the bowl of water, rejecting it. His nose pushes against the bowl, shoving it off the couch to dump it on the floor.

The roast is grabbed between his teeth as Wahya collapses back down into his corner, setting it between his paws as he starts to wash his tongue over the roast, savoring the flavor, before it gets devoured - more like inhaled - in two bites.

[Boy] And at this point, Boy gave up on his desire to stay close to the wolf. Wahya was starving. Better if he could stay as far away as possible.

He moved to stand closer to Gina, in fact, watching Wahya cautiously, but speaking in even more hushed tones.

"I'm...not sure if that's a good idea either. Honestly, I don't know how they'd react. Only Soledad. Or else, only another Uktena."

The act of running his hand through his shaggy hair in Glabro didn't have the same sense of vulnerability as it did in his Homid form. Now it was a clear sign of frustration, and possibly potential violence.

"I...I need to think about this."

[Gina McClaren] *Bloody water washes over the stained hardwood, and raw beef marks the cushion of her ugly seventies couch. Gina takes both occurances in stride. The couch would wash, or lose a cushion. The floor would mop. But all of that later. Now she simply singsongs soft encouragement, en route to the kitchen for left-overs.*

There now, ah'll gi' ye moore. Jes rest there. Safe an' sound.

*Her purpose in feeding Wahya twofold. Firstly, he was starved, and needed to eat to keep up what little strength he had. Further, if the wolf gorged himself sick on her groceries, he'd be in no state to attack anyone. She wanted to see a drowsy sated light take the place of the half crazed feral one in his eyes. She rumages in the fridge, bringing out a dutch oven full of stew, and plate piled with cold spaghetti and meatsauce. Delmar had stayed for breakast, she didn't even have raw eggs to offer the poor Lupus. Its all set on the couch as she moves to sit in a chair nearby, gaze shifting to Boy.*

She's me warder darlin. She'll nae coome effen ah ask her nae tae.. but.. reckon ah can jes tell Soledad. Effen ah need tae.

*A deep breath drawn as she watches the starving wolf with his food before looking back to Boy. Worry pinching exotic features. The strider kin still in her jacket and boots. Her voice rings soft and tired in the livingroom.*

Ah saved ye a bowl o Stew, effen ye wan tae nibble while ye thenk.

[Wyrmywahya] The roast consumed. Wahya looks as if he is starting to settle down, watching Boy and Gina cautiously. His eyes start to close, head nestled on his paws. Seeming calm... until his sides start to heave. Bones poke through loose folds of skin as that space between his lower ribcage and loins which used to be his stomach starts to ripple.

He coughs and hiccups, eyes opening wide as his ears flatten sideways. He shifts his body on the cough, forcing the upper half of his torso up on his front paws and drops his head down between his legs. He continues to dry heave for a few more seconds, and then his jaws open up and spills out his stomach's context on the floor in a steaming pile of undigested meat.

Wahya chuffs out in a snort, looking up at them as he collapsed back down on the cushions. "React to, Brother of the Lost?" he growls to Boy, Gina starts to bring out more food, the smell assaults his nose, makes his stomach growl in hunger pains but he rejects the food. His stomach unable to digest the flavored meat. "Two-legs trying to kill Wahya?"

[Boy] Ah saved ye a bowl o Stew, effen ye wan tae nibble while ye thenk.

Wahya balks. He hiccups and lurches and heaves and expels the food he'd just devoured into a smelly wet pile on the couch.

Boy shows his disgust on his face. "No thanks." He says, and crosses his arms across his chest. And then, his face falls passive as Wahya speaks.

"He remembers me. Recognizes me. I...I need to use your phone."

[Gina McClaren] *Gina carefully moves the food aside. If he couldn't eat it yet it was just cruel to have it in front of him. The pikey clinks and jingles, moving slowly and purposefully. The last thing she needed was to seem like prey to the feral on her couch. A desperate glance to the other Uktena as she pushes long hair back over her shoulder. She points to the phone just inside the kitchen, nabbing a kleenex from the box beside the sofa. Moving slowly towards Wahya, to kneel in the damp water spilled along the base of the couch. She's careful, lower than the lupus as she slips a palm forward and scrapes bile and half digested meat away from him, into the disgarded roaster. Her voice soft as she singsongs.*

Nae tryin tae hurt ye. Mayhaps et was tae mooch meat o once. We'll gi' ye cleansed an' set tae rechts Whaya... ah promise. Then ye'll be able tae eat.

*A purse of her lips as she looks to the throw draped across the back of the couch, and lullabies gently.*

Are ye cold?

[Wyrmywahya] Wahya's eyes grow lazy as they watch Gina. His ears remain held in their half-cocked position, he lowers his head to his paws once again, just watching the pair. Boy seems put off by the display of the wolf-born.

"Two-legs try to poison wolf?" he questions the caramel kin in the gruff voice, it sounded strange coming from a lupus muzzle.

"Wolf eats meat - raw, fresh... blood." Some flickers in his eyes for a moment, golden orbs darkening as he stares at her, licking his maw like he were ready to devour the kin.

[Boy] Boy watched carefully as Gina approached, but he didn't approach himself. Not just yet. He wanted to see how the wolf born would react. What he'd do with her so near.

What he sees isn't exactly pleasing.

Boy steps forward, eyes alight with fire and the need to kill the thing that was threatening kin. And then he stops himself.

"Forgive us, Wahya Many Tongues. We'll go and find you meat. Fresh meat. And when you've eaten and rested and have your strength back, you and I will hunt the wyrmcomers."

Boy extended a hand toward Gina, still not coming much closer.

"But first...we'll go get you some meat."

[Gina McClaren] Nae. Nae Wahya. Never. Nae tryin tae poison ye. Jes.. offerin aul ah 'ave. We'll gi' ye somethen fresher, aye. But mayhaps... jes... rest?

*Her spine straightens, cold trickle of fear running down her back the wolf regards her. Dark eyes slip downcast, away from gold eyes grown dark. She tilts her head back cautiously, exposing the pale of her throat submissively. A hard swallow as she dares a glance to the wolf above her, trying briefly to read his expression. Her hand slips into Boy's as she rises, slowly dragging the roaster away with her.*

[Per/animal ken]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Wyrmywahya] Boy will suddenly find himself conflicted, the sudden change in Wahya is apparent. The madness - that wild feralness they saw in the park has returned. He snaps his jaws at Gina, catching only air and not her face. If it weren't for Wahya shaking so much, he would try to move after her, but he barely manages to growl out in a threatening manner.

[Boy] "Calm him." Boy orders, even as drags Gina upwards off the ground and away from Wahya.

"Sing to him again. Or...whatever it is you were doing."

[Gina McClaren] Darlin.. Wahya.. shhh. Please be calm. We're nae yer enemies. Ah'm nae yer enemy. Please rest. Rest an recover darlin. Sweet wolf. Calm, darlin.

*Gina's backing away, slipping behind Boy as she singsings, voice as soft and soothing as she can make it, struggling against fear. The diminutive strider kin none too proud to hide behind the teenage trueborn.*

[charisma/empathy dif 3 - calm down wolf. Dear god and Gaia... Caaaaalm Doooooown. WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 3) [WP] Re-rolls: 1

[Wyrmywahya] “Two-legs poison meat… try kill wolf.” he starts to growl out, legs wobbling underneath him as Wahya manages to force his emaciated body upright. Skin and fur sags over his frame, sliding over his ribcage, the joints of his spine poking through as fur began to rise up from neck to tail.

“Wyrm-comers…” a flash of red shines in his eyes, any reflection of Many Tongues seems to vanish, replaced with some other aspect or personality that rides in this wolf’s skin.

“Rends the flesh… two-legs, wyrm-comers must perish…rape the Mother.” He doesn’t seem to be making sense now, slowly sinking off the couch and onto his paws, Gina’s voice attempts to calm him. “Will eat the hearts…”

[Boy] "Get out." Boy says flatly, and a large hand with course hair along its arms takes Gina's arm and points her toward the front door.

"Slowly. Calmly. Out."

[Gina McClaren] Nae.. didnae poison ye... Promise ye Wahya.. Please.. Calm darlin. Ah'm a friend. Ah'd nae harm ye. Never. Swear et. Please Calm...

*She's prattling in that voice, terror threatening to thread through it despite her best efforts. Trying hard to affect some semblance of calm. Curvy kin sloooowly moving towards the door. Don't look like prey. And above all, don't run. Gina swallowing hard as she sings quietly.*

Rest.. be calm. Please. Jes..stay put?

[Charisma + empathy - holy crap don't eat the kin! SERENITY NOW!!!!!]
((everyone cross their fingers this doesn't botch))
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 9 at target 3) Re-rolls: 2

[Wyrmywahya] Wahya slowly begins to stalk towards them, tongue lolling out to lick along his maws, upper lip curling back as he snarls as Boy, his head lowers down, ears flat along his skull. Seeing the other Uktena as a real threat now since Gina is now behind Boy and out of Wahya's reach.

Gina starts to speak - to sing - or do whatever it was her voice had managed to do before. It halts the beast in mid-stride, making Wahya recoil back on his haunches as he shakes his head. He appears confused for a brief moment, "Maija-kin?"

[Boy] Maija...Maija...he knows that name. She was...yes...the kin that Wahya had lived with. Boy didn't say anything. he swallowed nervously, moving to follow Gina out the door.

"Good." He whispered to her. "Good, but keep moving."

[Gina McClaren] Aye. Friend o Maija kin. Ah'll gawn.. Ye rest peaches. Rest. Ah'll find Maija fer ye, jes rest an' be safe. Be calm. *Still slowly backing to the door, satchel picked off the floor as she opens the door and backs out onto the steps, tension evident in every line of the pikey's soft form.*

[Wyrmywahya] Boy and Gina shuffle out the door as Wahya's continues to remain confused. He watches them go, ears swiveling up and back on his head, cocking it at an angle. When he sees their images start to disappear behind the front door. He snaps his jaws and snarls out. Foam spewing from fangs as they snap at air, he skitters across the hardwood floors as fast as his wobbly legs will allow him and crashes hard into the door the moment it slams shut.

On the other side of the door, they will hear the vicious barks and scratches of claws scuffing against the door as Wahya thumps against violently. It continues for another few minutes until he has exerted his energies and it falls silent inside Gina's home.

[Gina McClaren] [how stupid are you going to be tonight Gina? Do you need to go back and see? CURIOSITY FLAW- ftl!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 9 (Failure at target 7)

[Boy] Boy listened silently to the violent clamor inside, watching the door intently in case it threatened to give way. When it didn't he nodded once, firmly.

"Alright. Now, you go find Soledad, and maybe this Maija girl if you can. Its a good sign that he remembers her. Meanwhile, I'll go find a Shaman of our Tribe."

He breathes in slowly, and exhales quickly, glancing to the door again.

"Hopefully you wont have to have him in there too long."

And with that he turns to leave. It was a long way to Chinatown from there. Once he was out of sight Boy would step sideways, where he could take on his wolf form and make the long run to find Bai Chou, the God Slayer.

[Gina McClaren] *There's snarling and thumping and crashing. Instinct says don't walk from the house. RUN. Gina winces, jingling softly as she moves down the steps. She nods to Boy, and moves down the sidewalk at a brisk pace. Not exactly a walk, but nothing worth chasing either. A glance around as she digs into her satchel, but she had bigger problems than gangbangers at the moment. She had calls to make.*