The hunt has been declared. The mood of the pack shifts as you each begin to fulfill your sacred duties. The Hisil reacts with fear as the children of Luna stalk the territory in search of their quarry.
Step Three Instructions
STEP THREE: THE HUNT
The Uratha now know of the prey, even if they don’t
yet know details. Now the pack moves into the Hunt. The
Storyteller again uses a montage of focus scenes, with a few
differences. Each player has at least one focus scene where
she demonstrates her character’s skills in tracking the prey
or learning more about what the pack hunts. But the Hunt
montage is more than just showing the Uratha in action, it
introduces and establishes the rest of the pack. Players should
aim to introduce at least one potential packmate in each focus
scene, and spend their points bringing these characters into
the pack. Players can craft focus scenes that only include their
primary characters, but these should be the minority.
Importantly, introducing a character doesn’t cost points.
The players only spend points when they are satisfied that the
character adds to the pack. Ideally, the (on focus) players run
the secondary characters, but the Storyteller can if needed.
Encourage players to approach focus scenes from new
directions. They could introduce the scene from a peripheral
character’s perspective and run that character instead of
their Uratha. The pack wants to know how the secondary
character contributes to the hunt, to decide if they bring the
character into the family.
Each focus scene introduces a potential packmate, drives
the hunt, or preferably both. Not every scene has to successfully
bring the pack closer to the prey, but even dead-ends should
showcase some skill or talent the pack might use in future
hunts, even though it didn’t work this time.
The Hunt scene ends either when the players have spent
all their points introducing characters, or when they’ve sufficiently
advanced the hunt to know where to find and how to
fight the prey — or at least the beginnings of a plan. Now the
Zakmur-Dah moves into the final phase — the Kill.
STEP THREE: THE HUNT
The Uratha now know of the prey, even if they don’t
yet know details. Now the pack moves into the Hunt. The
Storyteller again uses a montage of focus scenes, with a few
differences. Each player has at least one focus scene where
she demonstrates her character’s skills in tracking the prey
or learning more about what the pack hunts. But the Hunt
montage is more than just showing the Uratha in action, it
introduces and establishes the rest of the pack. Players should
aim to introduce at least one potential packmate in each focus
scene, and spend their points bringing these characters into
the pack. Players can craft focus scenes that only include their
primary characters, but these should be the minority.
Importantly, introducing a character doesn’t cost points.
The players only spend points when they are satisfied that the
character adds to the pack. Ideally, the (on focus) players run
the secondary characters, but the Storyteller can if needed.
Encourage players to approach focus scenes from new
directions. They could introduce the scene from a peripheral
character’s perspective and run that character instead of
their Uratha. The pack wants to know how the secondary
character contributes to the hunt, to decide if they bring the
character into the family.
Each focus scene introduces a potential packmate, drives
the hunt, or preferably both. Not every scene has to successfully
bring the pack closer to the prey, but even dead-ends should
showcase some skill or talent the pack might use in future
hunts, even though it didn’t work this time.
The Hunt scene ends either when the players have spent
all their points introducing characters, or when they’ve sufficiently
advanced the hunt to know where to find and how to
fight the prey — or at least the beginnings of a plan. Now the
Zakmur-Dah moves into the final phase — the Kill.
The bell rang and May rolled herself out from under the car she'd been working on. She grabbed a rag off the nearby work bench and hurriedly wipped as much grease and oil from her hands as she could.
She rounded the corner into the lobby and there stood Rashid. He seemed just as anxious as when he'd asked her if she could help him out. In fact, a lot of her friends at the Center were pretty anxious. Something must be going on that they didn't want anyone knowing.
Randy had told her they rescued some girl that boys where giving drugs and making her do lewd things, so when Rashid had asked if she could reinforce a beat up old Ford Bronco's frame in just a few days, she told him she could. Who knew, maybe it would save a life.
"Well, I would not take this car to Monster Jam, but you did only give me three days, guǎng shuài." she smiled. The was no denying the big man was handsome. Even if boys were gross.
She lead him through the shop out back where Randy was putting on the finishing touches. He cut the torch and raised his mask up.
"Yo Champ, check this shit Ki Lan here showed me how ta do." the big man grinned, throwing his tools down and hopping inside the car. Rashid gave her a curious look and May shook her head.
Randy grinned behind the wheel and then he punched the steering wheel.
MOVE BITCH, GET OUT THE WAY the car screamed much to May's dismay. Randy was laughing like a madman behind the wheel. May quickly turned to Rashid.
"With our idiot modification discount, that will be three hundred fifty. Cash or card?"
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Randy had spent most of the day on the street, hitting up as many of his old connections as he could. Cho hadn't told him too much, but it seemed a few of the people from the Center wanted to help Rose out with some missing person's case. The cops musta been outta places to look cuz Cho had asked him to ask around about places where people had mysteriously vanished, started actin' weird or gotten real sick. Some odd specifics, but after seeing what their crew had done for little Jessa, Randy was more than willing to ask some odd sounding questions.
Shit, helping save lives instead of ruining them? He wished he's started this shit years ago. But there wasn't much sense in dwelling on the past, not like he could change it. Nope, but maybe he'd stop some knuckle heads from doin' the same shit he and Riley'd done. And for Randy, that'd be good enough.
Still though, he missed a lot of these people. They weren't all bad dudes and chicks. Some of them just made bad choices. And an excuse to hang around these dudes without the Champ givin' him the eye when he was done was pretty dope.
Like Travis D and his girl Carissa. They'd been homies for years. Smoked all kinds of green. The kind they was smokin' right now was tight too. Almost made him forget why he'd come. Almost.
"People goin' missin'? Shit man lemme think." Carissa said and she thought for a long moment. "Oh snaps you rememba little Loni? She went missin' the other day. Ain't nobody seen what happened to her man. Like, one second she was dancing and gettin' her freak on and then like man, then she was just gone. No one seen her head out the door, no windows was open in the bathroom. Tiny thinks aliens got her man. You believe that shit?" she asked him before taking another hit. Randy nodded. He'd heard about Loni earlier from some other people. But he added Tiny to the list of folks he should hit up.
"I don't know shit about no aliens, gurl, but that shit's strange. Yo, anyone at the party get hella sick?" he asked. This time Travis D spoke up.
"Yea man. Hell yea. You 'member Chester and Sylvia?" Randy nodded. He didn't but oh well. "Man, they was screwin' there or some shit and the next fuckin' day dude, no shit, they was in the E.R. sick as shit man. Quarantined. Dude, I'm with Tiny. Fuckin' aliens man." Randy spent another hour with them, not exactly convinced aliens where involved in whatever happened at that party. But he managed to get the address and passed along what he'd found to Cho.
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"This is who I could find man. It's fuckin' weird what ya'll are asking. Not like I was askin' niggas to volunteer for 'nuthin' fun. Forty bucks to poison a bunch of rats is going to attract a certain kind of people Rory. Now chill the fuck out and show these dudes how the shit works, aight?" sometimes Rory was chill as fuck. Other times dude was fucking judgemental. Riley wasn't exactly sure where they stood, but if the Center needed his help, after what they'd done for him, he was going to help.
They'd spent a good six hours spraying every damn nook and cranny in the abandoned warehouse with rat poison when Riley and Rory heard someone scream. Rory seemed to be expecting shit to go wrong the whole day and didn't even hesitate to race towards the sound. Dude was way faster than he looked.
They got to where Greg and Armando were spraying and Riley hesitated at what he was seeing. Some homeless dudes, glass eyed and sweaty were attacking Greg. Armando was laying on the floor, bleeding, next to some broken glass. Looked like they'd clocked him with a bottle.
Rory was on them before Riley knew what was going on, and if his boy was fighting, he had to throw down too. Rory tore one dude straight off Greg and began to savage the shit out of him. He seemed a little bigger than Riley remembered but he shook it off as nerves and kicked other dude, hard.
The homeless dude didn't seem to really feel the kick, but the force of it knocked him off Greg, who looked tore up. Like, literally Riley noticed dude's scraggly beard had clots of Greg's blood in it.
"The fuck is wrong with you nigga? Bad meth?" Riley asked, dude's only reply was to hiss and leap at Riley with some fucked up ass teeth. Dude was strung the fuck out, and strong as hell with what ever drugs were running through his veins. And damn he stank. All fucking kinds of stank.
Riley struggled with him, no slouch in a fight himself. Strong as dude was on whatever these drugs were, he seemed awkward with his limbs. He moved almost animal like, like his brain was so fried he didn't know how to move right.
Riley took advantage of that and put Rashid's lessons to good use. A few good body shots and a right cross sent the man to the floor. Riley went a little street with his next move and stomped the shit out of dude till he fuckin' stopped.
He leaned against the wall and caught his breath. Looked over at Rory. He looked like he wanted to kill these dudes. He told Riley to get the crew out of there while he called Rose. Riley had a weird feeling about it, but chalked it up to nerves. Besides, Greg and Armando needed to get to a hospital stat.
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She rounded the corner into the lobby and there stood Rashid. He seemed just as anxious as when he'd asked her if she could help him out. In fact, a lot of her friends at the Center were pretty anxious. Something must be going on that they didn't want anyone knowing.
Randy had told her they rescued some girl that boys where giving drugs and making her do lewd things, so when Rashid had asked if she could reinforce a beat up old Ford Bronco's frame in just a few days, she told him she could. Who knew, maybe it would save a life.
"Well, I would not take this car to Monster Jam, but you did only give me three days, guǎng shuài." she smiled. The was no denying the big man was handsome. Even if boys were gross.
She lead him through the shop out back where Randy was putting on the finishing touches. He cut the torch and raised his mask up.
"Yo Champ, check this shit Ki Lan here showed me how ta do." the big man grinned, throwing his tools down and hopping inside the car. Rashid gave her a curious look and May shook her head.
Randy grinned behind the wheel and then he punched the steering wheel.
MOVE BITCH, GET OUT THE WAY the car screamed much to May's dismay. Randy was laughing like a madman behind the wheel. May quickly turned to Rashid.
"With our idiot modification discount, that will be three hundred fifty. Cash or card?"
******************************************
Randy had spent most of the day on the street, hitting up as many of his old connections as he could. Cho hadn't told him too much, but it seemed a few of the people from the Center wanted to help Rose out with some missing person's case. The cops musta been outta places to look cuz Cho had asked him to ask around about places where people had mysteriously vanished, started actin' weird or gotten real sick. Some odd specifics, but after seeing what their crew had done for little Jessa, Randy was more than willing to ask some odd sounding questions.
Shit, helping save lives instead of ruining them? He wished he's started this shit years ago. But there wasn't much sense in dwelling on the past, not like he could change it. Nope, but maybe he'd stop some knuckle heads from doin' the same shit he and Riley'd done. And for Randy, that'd be good enough.
Still though, he missed a lot of these people. They weren't all bad dudes and chicks. Some of them just made bad choices. And an excuse to hang around these dudes without the Champ givin' him the eye when he was done was pretty dope.
Like Travis D and his girl Carissa. They'd been homies for years. Smoked all kinds of green. The kind they was smokin' right now was tight too. Almost made him forget why he'd come. Almost.
"People goin' missin'? Shit man lemme think." Carissa said and she thought for a long moment. "Oh snaps you rememba little Loni? She went missin' the other day. Ain't nobody seen what happened to her man. Like, one second she was dancing and gettin' her freak on and then like man, then she was just gone. No one seen her head out the door, no windows was open in the bathroom. Tiny thinks aliens got her man. You believe that shit?" she asked him before taking another hit. Randy nodded. He'd heard about Loni earlier from some other people. But he added Tiny to the list of folks he should hit up.
"I don't know shit about no aliens, gurl, but that shit's strange. Yo, anyone at the party get hella sick?" he asked. This time Travis D spoke up.
"Yea man. Hell yea. You 'member Chester and Sylvia?" Randy nodded. He didn't but oh well. "Man, they was screwin' there or some shit and the next fuckin' day dude, no shit, they was in the E.R. sick as shit man. Quarantined. Dude, I'm with Tiny. Fuckin' aliens man." Randy spent another hour with them, not exactly convinced aliens where involved in whatever happened at that party. But he managed to get the address and passed along what he'd found to Cho.
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"This is who I could find man. It's fuckin' weird what ya'll are asking. Not like I was askin' niggas to volunteer for 'nuthin' fun. Forty bucks to poison a bunch of rats is going to attract a certain kind of people Rory. Now chill the fuck out and show these dudes how the shit works, aight?" sometimes Rory was chill as fuck. Other times dude was fucking judgemental. Riley wasn't exactly sure where they stood, but if the Center needed his help, after what they'd done for him, he was going to help.
They'd spent a good six hours spraying every damn nook and cranny in the abandoned warehouse with rat poison when Riley and Rory heard someone scream. Rory seemed to be expecting shit to go wrong the whole day and didn't even hesitate to race towards the sound. Dude was way faster than he looked.
They got to where Greg and Armando were spraying and Riley hesitated at what he was seeing. Some homeless dudes, glass eyed and sweaty were attacking Greg. Armando was laying on the floor, bleeding, next to some broken glass. Looked like they'd clocked him with a bottle.
Rory was on them before Riley knew what was going on, and if his boy was fighting, he had to throw down too. Rory tore one dude straight off Greg and began to savage the shit out of him. He seemed a little bigger than Riley remembered but he shook it off as nerves and kicked other dude, hard.
The homeless dude didn't seem to really feel the kick, but the force of it knocked him off Greg, who looked tore up. Like, literally Riley noticed dude's scraggly beard had clots of Greg's blood in it.
"The fuck is wrong with you nigga? Bad meth?" Riley asked, dude's only reply was to hiss and leap at Riley with some fucked up ass teeth. Dude was strung the fuck out, and strong as hell with what ever drugs were running through his veins. And damn he stank. All fucking kinds of stank.
Riley struggled with him, no slouch in a fight himself. Strong as dude was on whatever these drugs were, he seemed awkward with his limbs. He moved almost animal like, like his brain was so fried he didn't know how to move right.
Riley took advantage of that and put Rashid's lessons to good use. A few good body shots and a right cross sent the man to the floor. Riley went a little street with his next move and stomped the shit out of dude till he fuckin' stopped.
He leaned against the wall and caught his breath. Looked over at Rory. He looked like he wanted to kill these dudes. He told Riley to get the crew out of there while he called Rose. Riley had a weird feeling about it, but chalked it up to nerves. Besides, Greg and Armando needed to get to a hospital stat.
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Echo sat in a yoga pose in the middle of the room. The air was thick with incense burning from four censors placed around the room. Her hair was slicked back with oils and her face and body covered with runic markings made of blue paint. The sound of the “beats antique” played from her ipad speaker. Her eyes where closed and she swayed gently to the music. She breathed rhythmically and deeply and reached out her senses inviting a nearby spirit into her.
She felt the alien intelligence brush up against her consciousness like the memory of a lover’s body.
What do you want symmetrical thing? Said the spirit in her voice.
I want to know about those that made the tear between our worlds she said.
And what do you offer me in exchange?
I offer you peace. I know what causes those tears. They are a threat to you, for while they let you through, they will let more, and greater spirits after you. Spirits who will view you as food. I have friends who will stop that
What is it that you wish to know if you already know what they are?
I wish to know where they are now
There are many
I wish to know where the closest one is
There is one. Not the leader. I know of it. I shall return.
Echo returned to herself and opened her eyes, looking at Rory who silently stared back. After a few minutes of silence Rory’s head twitched towards something behind her and she felt the spirit’s presence slide back to her.
It is at The-Fear-That-Is-Underwater. It is feeding off the scraps of water poison. It is alone.
Thank you wise one. This one and her friend will remember you
Echo said and separated the bond from the spirit.
Echo unwound herself and stretched. She rolled up her yoga mat as Rory put out the censors and collected them back into the duffel-bag. Walking over the abandoned apartment’s sink to give herself a French bath. She poured some water from a bottle into her hands and splashed it on her face and wiped off the blue paint that was there. She cleaned her arms and chest next. Relatively clean she took the towel Rory held out for her and dried off. Wordlessly Rory turned away and finished packing up her ritual items as she got dressed.
She left the ipad playing music so she had something to listen to while she waited on Rory.
She felt the alien intelligence brush up against her consciousness like the memory of a lover’s body.
What do you want symmetrical thing? Said the spirit in her voice.
I want to know about those that made the tear between our worlds she said.
And what do you offer me in exchange?
I offer you peace. I know what causes those tears. They are a threat to you, for while they let you through, they will let more, and greater spirits after you. Spirits who will view you as food. I have friends who will stop that
What is it that you wish to know if you already know what they are?
I wish to know where they are now
There are many
I wish to know where the closest one is
There is one. Not the leader. I know of it. I shall return.
Echo returned to herself and opened her eyes, looking at Rory who silently stared back. After a few minutes of silence Rory’s head twitched towards something behind her and she felt the spirit’s presence slide back to her.
It is at The-Fear-That-Is-Underwater. It is feeding off the scraps of water poison. It is alone.
Thank you wise one. This one and her friend will remember you
Echo said and separated the bond from the spirit.
Echo unwound herself and stretched. She rolled up her yoga mat as Rory put out the censors and collected them back into the duffel-bag. Walking over the abandoned apartment’s sink to give herself a French bath. She poured some water from a bottle into her hands and splashed it on her face and wiped off the blue paint that was there. She cleaned her arms and chest next. Relatively clean she took the towel Rory held out for her and dried off. Wordlessly Rory turned away and finished packing up her ritual items as she got dressed.
She left the ipad playing music so she had something to listen to while she waited on Rory.
Rory stripped and folded his clothes neatly in a pile on the floor. Rory shifted into his wolf form and stepped through the hole in gauntlet into the spirit world. He ran past the neon darkness and the livid colors of the spirit city. He would have preferred to go back to the pack’s locus, but the information was perishable. Even though the pack’s locus was closer to the inner harbor than this tear in the gauntlet it would have taken longer to go back on two feet and leave form there than going directly on four. He slinked along the shadows avoiding a gigantic 10 legged crab with what appeared to be a naval gun emanating from its chitin. He wove through the physical obstacles and maneuvered around the ethereal ones. In short order he was at the inner harbor. The water glistened reflecting the light of a sun that did not exist. The majesty of the old frigate’s spiritual form shining like it did in its hey day, far surpassing that of how it looked in reality. Passing the USS Constellation he made his way to the USS Torsk. The Torsk was twisted with a gigantic shark’s maw filled with jagged metal teeth in the front of the submarine. It’s very hull fused with the spirits of fear, hatred, panic, and sea predators. Rory had no idea which one had actually won out, but the thing was seething and waiting – for what Rory didn’t know, and he sincerely hoped he never found out.
Rory cautiously approached the vessel-spirit. He deeply hoped that the spirit was bound by its physical moorings. Rory stuck his tail between his tail, whimpered and rolled over on his back in supplication.
Oh great one, I humbly request permission to approach
The sleeping giant grumbled. Rory hoped that meant yes.
Keeping his head low and ears back, Rory slowly crawled forward
Great one. I desire nothing more that to act in your service. I have seen rat spirits and other parasites that offend my upon your eminence. I desire nothing more than to remove these pests. To stop them from stealing what is in your domain by right of might and age.
The great submarine dipped slightly in the waves that bore no current, in what Rory hoped was a nod, so Rory moved around delicately to the gangplank and stepped onto the blind elder-thing’s back, shifting into his larger Urshul form.
Rory picked his way along and spotted the minor Beshilu gnawing on some lesser spirit it had captured.
Rory pounced on the Beshilu tearing with tooth and claw. But this wasn’t about killing it- Not yet. Rory called upon his gift as he bloodied the creature, and it tried to tear at his eyes and chest.
Snapping its neck Rory drops it at his feet and howls his triumph. He then spend the next 20 minutes or so ripping off various hanger on minor spirits and ethereal parasites from The-Fear-That-Is-Underwater’s back. Switching to his Dalu form he picks up the ripped, icor dripping things and carries them down the gangplank. He lays them at the bow of the submarine as offering and fulfillment of his word. Bowing and walking backwards he departs.
Tired from the work. Rory shifts back to Hisu and walks back to the pack locus, too tired to make his way all the way back to where Echo was waiting. Stepping through to reality he was refreshed with the smell of air and reminded of the sting of his cuts and blood. Naked he grabbed a pair of the generic reserve clothes he had stored there for the pack, and walked up to the changing room where he cleaned his wounds and dressed in his own clothes. He dialed Echo’s cell phone to tell her where he was and that she should come back.
Rory cautiously approached the vessel-spirit. He deeply hoped that the spirit was bound by its physical moorings. Rory stuck his tail between his tail, whimpered and rolled over on his back in supplication.
Oh great one, I humbly request permission to approach
The sleeping giant grumbled. Rory hoped that meant yes.
Keeping his head low and ears back, Rory slowly crawled forward
Great one. I desire nothing more that to act in your service. I have seen rat spirits and other parasites that offend my upon your eminence. I desire nothing more than to remove these pests. To stop them from stealing what is in your domain by right of might and age.
The great submarine dipped slightly in the waves that bore no current, in what Rory hoped was a nod, so Rory moved around delicately to the gangplank and stepped onto the blind elder-thing’s back, shifting into his larger Urshul form.
Rory picked his way along and spotted the minor Beshilu gnawing on some lesser spirit it had captured.
Rory pounced on the Beshilu tearing with tooth and claw. But this wasn’t about killing it- Not yet. Rory called upon his gift as he bloodied the creature, and it tried to tear at his eyes and chest.
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Snapping its neck Rory drops it at his feet and howls his triumph. He then spend the next 20 minutes or so ripping off various hanger on minor spirits and ethereal parasites from The-Fear-That-Is-Underwater’s back. Switching to his Dalu form he picks up the ripped, icor dripping things and carries them down the gangplank. He lays them at the bow of the submarine as offering and fulfillment of his word. Bowing and walking backwards he departs.
Tired from the work. Rory shifts back to Hisu and walks back to the pack locus, too tired to make his way all the way back to where Echo was waiting. Stepping through to reality he was refreshed with the smell of air and reminded of the sting of his cuts and blood. Naked he grabbed a pair of the generic reserve clothes he had stored there for the pack, and walked up to the changing room where he cleaned his wounds and dressed in his own clothes. He dialed Echo’s cell phone to tell her where he was and that she should come back.
A bone chilling howl pierced the still air accompanied by a symphony of snarls, talons and fur as the stack of crates exploded outwards a touch prematurely as the pack moved into their positions. Ever since they had discovered the belishu, he had been itching to sink his teeth into some and what fun was the hunt without a little chase to go with it? Oh, he knew their Irraka would tear into him later for spoiling her carefully laid trap but he would deal with her wrath when the time came, but now was the time for instilling terror into their little rat spirit friends.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see the flash of one of his packmates flanking the three hosts and pushing them towards the center of the warehouse. Moving with purpose he cornered a fresh looking one, the spirit’s fear wrapped around the human’s dead body like a thick fog.
”Who is your leader?” he snarled into its shaking sweaty face. The twisted human sputtered and gnawed its teeth together and it struggled under him. ”Better talk before my packmates get over here.”
”Red Minister.. She is called Red Minister! Don’t eat me..” the pitiful thing squeaked.
”Oh I’m not going to eat you, you’re going to crawl back to your leader and let her know we are coming for her, teeth bared and ready to tear out her throat,” Luke growled as he buried his muzzle in the hapless human’s chest, rooting out the offending rat spirit.
Snapping his massive jaws at the escaping spirit with no intention of actually catching hold of it, the giant wolf harried it across the floor until it disappeared down a storm drain. Satisfied he trotted back to the group with his tongue rolling out of the side of his mouth like a proud and happy dog.
“Seriously, you just let it go?” someone snarled at him.
“Yes, and it will run back to its master and tell it what it saw here, bringing fear back with it like a disease to fester in their ranks. Red Minister will know terror is creeping up on her and will be frantic to try and stop us. I intend to send several back to her, eventually their trails with converge and will will know right where she is at, then we can strike at their heart.”
Out of the corner of his eye he could see the flash of one of his packmates flanking the three hosts and pushing them towards the center of the warehouse. Moving with purpose he cornered a fresh looking one, the spirit’s fear wrapped around the human’s dead body like a thick fog.
”Who is your leader?” he snarled into its shaking sweaty face. The twisted human sputtered and gnawed its teeth together and it struggled under him. ”Better talk before my packmates get over here.”
”Red Minister.. She is called Red Minister! Don’t eat me..” the pitiful thing squeaked.
”Oh I’m not going to eat you, you’re going to crawl back to your leader and let her know we are coming for her, teeth bared and ready to tear out her throat,” Luke growled as he buried his muzzle in the hapless human’s chest, rooting out the offending rat spirit.
Snapping his massive jaws at the escaping spirit with no intention of actually catching hold of it, the giant wolf harried it across the floor until it disappeared down a storm drain. Satisfied he trotted back to the group with his tongue rolling out of the side of his mouth like a proud and happy dog.
“Seriously, you just let it go?” someone snarled at him.
“Yes, and it will run back to its master and tell it what it saw here, bringing fear back with it like a disease to fester in their ranks. Red Minister will know terror is creeping up on her and will be frantic to try and stop us. I intend to send several back to her, eventually their trails with converge and will will know right where she is at, then we can strike at their heart.”
The drunkard who was also known as Knots seemed to think her ass was the world's best handhold as they made their way up to the cheap motel room. Trixie wasn’t a prostitute but this idiot didn’t know that, actually he didn’t seem to understand that not all women were prostitutes there for his pleasure. He also didn't understand that selling tainted shit to a girls at the club would put two of them in the hospital, but after tonight she was pretty sure he would be able to grasp the concept a little better.
Lola had shown her the bruises along her wrists when the man just didn’t get that lap dances were just for entertainment, not foreplay and she was damn lucky the bouncer that had been within earshot was one of the nicer ones. Another one of the girls, Cherry, had told her the man was a lot more successful with her and had made her do the drugs that put her in the hospital. Trixie had been enraged, but her temper had been off the wall lately and she just couldn’t let the man go unpunished. Not this time, or maybe ever again.
”Let’s do a hit before we begin, hun.” she smiled as she peeled herself away from his groping arms and pulling the small heroin kit out of her bag. Normally she hated needles, blow was her go-to drug because there was no shooting up required but this batch was prepared for a special occasion such as this and she had no intention of doing any herself. She found it rather amusing that Knots didn’t want to do any of his own drugs, on the contrary he was more than happy to take the ones she had offered. Carefully she heated up the crystals and loaded the needle up for the man who was already eagerly taking off his clothes. Trixie figured it was because he didn’t often find willing women to fuck him, certainly not ones even half as hot as she was.
The sleeze wrapped his own arm with his belt and looked at her expectantly as she approached, she guessed he wanted the full service deal too. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed the tattoo of a red scorpion on the man’s wrist but she had come too far now to turn back, anyway that made him doubly deserving of what he was about to get. Expertly she loaded him up with the tainted stuff, setting the needle aside as she killed time teasing him some more and slowly removing her dress. It happened a little faster than she expected, just barely getting herself out of the way when the contents of his stomach started coming up.
“What the fuck did you just give me, bitch,” he groaned doubling over.
”Exactly what you deserve, asshole. You’ll never touch another woman again or sell tainted crap to anyone.” Trixie moved to the side to wipe any fingerprints off the needle as she watched him trash on the floor, blood tinged spittle dripping out of his mouth. Snatching up her purse and dress, she casually walked out the door not even bothering to look at the corpse behind her.
Lola had shown her the bruises along her wrists when the man just didn’t get that lap dances were just for entertainment, not foreplay and she was damn lucky the bouncer that had been within earshot was one of the nicer ones. Another one of the girls, Cherry, had told her the man was a lot more successful with her and had made her do the drugs that put her in the hospital. Trixie had been enraged, but her temper had been off the wall lately and she just couldn’t let the man go unpunished. Not this time, or maybe ever again.
”Let’s do a hit before we begin, hun.” she smiled as she peeled herself away from his groping arms and pulling the small heroin kit out of her bag. Normally she hated needles, blow was her go-to drug because there was no shooting up required but this batch was prepared for a special occasion such as this and she had no intention of doing any herself. She found it rather amusing that Knots didn’t want to do any of his own drugs, on the contrary he was more than happy to take the ones she had offered. Carefully she heated up the crystals and loaded the needle up for the man who was already eagerly taking off his clothes. Trixie figured it was because he didn’t often find willing women to fuck him, certainly not ones even half as hot as she was.
The sleeze wrapped his own arm with his belt and looked at her expectantly as she approached, she guessed he wanted the full service deal too. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed the tattoo of a red scorpion on the man’s wrist but she had come too far now to turn back, anyway that made him doubly deserving of what he was about to get. Expertly she loaded him up with the tainted stuff, setting the needle aside as she killed time teasing him some more and slowly removing her dress. It happened a little faster than she expected, just barely getting herself out of the way when the contents of his stomach started coming up.
“What the fuck did you just give me, bitch,” he groaned doubling over.
”Exactly what you deserve, asshole. You’ll never touch another woman again or sell tainted crap to anyone.” Trixie moved to the side to wipe any fingerprints off the needle as she watched him trash on the floor, blood tinged spittle dripping out of his mouth. Snatching up her purse and dress, she casually walked out the door not even bothering to look at the corpse behind her.
Lone wolf?! Rose snorted, a deliberate, decidedly unladylike sound. She'd chosen to hunt the belishu without working with a pack member directly yes, but she had also chosen to stick to the area immediately surrounding the gym. And everyone knew she was hunting so if she ran into trouble, they'd all come running. At any rate, she didn't appreciate being labeled as such, not one bit. Shaking her head to clear away the agitation the memory created, she focused her attention on her prey. It hadn't taken her long to spot one and it was obvious it didn't notice her. Rose followed along behind it, refusing to make a move until they were alone. Since it was late at night, cars were few and pedestrians were rarer still. It was a shame the human host had to suffer but it had long since been killed, any further damage she inflicted was negligible. It finally wandered down an alley and she silently followed, determined to finish it quickly and quietly. As Rose pounced, however, her foot caused a piece of trash to skitter against a brick wall and the meat suit quickly scampered away. She instantly shifted to Dalu, her human form would be enough to quickly over take it but she wanted sharp teeth and this form could give her that. The brief chase only excited her bloodlust further and she immediately bit into the neck, ferociously chomping. The body made an unnatural sound, its voice loud in the still night. Rose hushed it by wrapping a free hand around the neck and squeezing until no air could escape. No air meant no noise. The body finally went limp and Rose let it fall to the ground, turning her head to spit out blood and tissue. Meat that has been dead for so long is not delicious. She made a mental note to avoid biting her way through the next dead host she encountered as she shifted back to human. There was no sound or movement, no reason whatsoever for her to think anyone might be there but something made her look behind her. Price stood at the entrance to the alley, gun drawn. It was pointed at, well shit, it was pointed at HER. How had he even managed to-? No, there was no point in asking that. The shadows and darkness were her friends. This alley had no lighting. He couldn't have seen much. As she opened her mouth to tell him she'd been the victim of an attempted rape, a loud crack sounded as his gun went off.
The sewers were absolutely terrible. They smelled awful, they were covered in slime, and worst of all...*Crunch* were these damn hosts trying to expand.
The last thing that Rashid and his crew needed *Snap*...*Splash* were these things getting even more of a network put together.
Rashid was musing as he ran under the city, tearing into the scouting Beshilu. as the giant monster that Urshul was down in these tunnels. The last thing anyone wanted was for these things to expand and be able to escape from anywhere. So while the others drove them into a frenzy and protected the home turf, Rashid was just finishing up closing down their extensive escape routes underground, effectively funneling them all to the same path over the course.
Back in Hishu, Rashid climbed out of the sewers from an entry in the park, startling a murder of crows on his way out. Fitting name for them, those things were ornery when in a group. Most of them flew up and away from their carcass, but two stayed down and cawed at him angrily, hopping in front of the small furry dead thing. The beast in him surged to the top and Rashid snarled at them before realizing that he was in public again.
Two more flew down, have fluffed themselves into enough of an outrage. Seeing the rat behind them, Rashid had an idea that might just help everything else come together. With a couple gestures and some soft words, he tried to convince the more intelligent birds of his idea. Point out more rats to him, he'll kill them and leave the bodies to the avian partners to consume. The entire tree lit up in excitement, taking to the air. He took that as confirmation enough. The flew high, but like any carrion birds, started circling their targets when they found them. Here in the park, a stray dog wouldn't stick out too much, so as Urhan he hunted, always with an eye to the skies to the black feathered allies looking for food.
The last thing that Rashid and his crew needed *Snap*...*Splash* were these things getting even more of a network put together.
Rashid was musing as he ran under the city, tearing into the scouting Beshilu. as the giant monster that Urshul was down in these tunnels. The last thing anyone wanted was for these things to expand and be able to escape from anywhere. So while the others drove them into a frenzy and protected the home turf, Rashid was just finishing up closing down their extensive escape routes underground, effectively funneling them all to the same path over the course.
Back in Hishu, Rashid climbed out of the sewers from an entry in the park, startling a murder of crows on his way out. Fitting name for them, those things were ornery when in a group. Most of them flew up and away from their carcass, but two stayed down and cawed at him angrily, hopping in front of the small furry dead thing. The beast in him surged to the top and Rashid snarled at them before realizing that he was in public again.
Two more flew down, have fluffed themselves into enough of an outrage. Seeing the rat behind them, Rashid had an idea that might just help everything else come together. With a couple gestures and some soft words, he tried to convince the more intelligent birds of his idea. Point out more rats to him, he'll kill them and leave the bodies to the avian partners to consume. The entire tree lit up in excitement, taking to the air. He took that as confirmation enough. The flew high, but like any carrion birds, started circling their targets when they found them. Here in the park, a stray dog wouldn't stick out too much, so as Urhan he hunted, always with an eye to the skies to the black feathered allies looking for food.
Thomas had spent all night at the last scene of the missing girl case they were working on. Yeah, he went back after hours to check it out one more time on his own but it wasn’t like he had a whole lot of things to do in his spare time besides think about the job. It was all that seemed to be on his mind these days, crime had gone up in their precinct and there had been a handful of missing persons cases that had gotten shoved into several people’s hands. When he wasn’t thinking of the job he was thinking about his new partner, which was a definate no-no but she was so closed off and peculiar about her personal life that it made even him curious.
Right now that wasn’t important to think about, well actually he was kind of thinking about it because he had found himself driving over to the community center after he had a breakthrough with some evidence. Price had a hunch she might be there because she apparently taught classes there. Not that she had shared that information with him, but he had found out when he saw her name on a pamphlet Alicia had for women's self defense classes.
The man at the front desk looked vaguely familiar but Price couldn't put his finger on where he had seen the man before. He must have recognized him too because he gave him the strangest look before telling him that O’Keefe had gone for a run. Sighing he decided to take a walk around the block hoping he would run into her because was eager to tell someone about the mauled rats on the scene of the last abduction. The others at the station might laugh at some of the things he came up with, but she never did.
Price whipped his head around as he heard the sounds of a struggle from one of the alley ways. Instinctively he unclasped his gun from his side holster and stepped around the corner.
“Police...” He started to say when he saw a familiar silhouette struggling with a man at the far end of the alley, the stranger must have had her lifted somehow because the woman looked entirely too tall at this angle but there was no mistaking that flaming red hair.
“Shit..” He hissed under his breath as he drew his gun when second dirty looking bum popped out of the rubble near her and was charging at her back. Price took a deep breath and followed the man for a second taking careful aim so he wouldn’t risk hitting O’Keefe.
*POP*
The second assailant dropped a mere foot away from her just as the one she was struggling with collapsed on the ground.
Right now that wasn’t important to think about, well actually he was kind of thinking about it because he had found himself driving over to the community center after he had a breakthrough with some evidence. Price had a hunch she might be there because she apparently taught classes there. Not that she had shared that information with him, but he had found out when he saw her name on a pamphlet Alicia had for women's self defense classes.
The man at the front desk looked vaguely familiar but Price couldn't put his finger on where he had seen the man before. He must have recognized him too because he gave him the strangest look before telling him that O’Keefe had gone for a run. Sighing he decided to take a walk around the block hoping he would run into her because was eager to tell someone about the mauled rats on the scene of the last abduction. The others at the station might laugh at some of the things he came up with, but she never did.
Price whipped his head around as he heard the sounds of a struggle from one of the alley ways. Instinctively he unclasped his gun from his side holster and stepped around the corner.
“Police...” He started to say when he saw a familiar silhouette struggling with a man at the far end of the alley, the stranger must have had her lifted somehow because the woman looked entirely too tall at this angle but there was no mistaking that flaming red hair.
“Shit..” He hissed under his breath as he drew his gun when second dirty looking bum popped out of the rubble near her and was charging at her back. Price took a deep breath and followed the man for a second taking careful aim so he wouldn’t risk hitting O’Keefe.
*POP*
The second assailant dropped a mere foot away from her just as the one she was struggling with collapsed on the ground.
"Oh uh yea man uh, n-no problems. Check this," Cho said to Luke. He adjusted the levels on his mixer and put on the recording. The words were always harsh to his ears, and it often made him sick after speaking them, but Luke grinned with surprise.
-Run for your lives, spawn of the Plague King, for the inheritors of The Great Hunter come for you. We will rend and tear and feast on your tainted flesh. There is no place you can hide from our vengeance.- Cho's voice said in oddly perfect Uremehir. No human mouth should speak it so clearly. Cho found it ironic that he never stuttered when speaking the First Tongue. Part of his curse he supposed.
"I-It uh, it repeats for like t-two hours yo. Should be plenty long enough. I think. Maybe. Shit, should it be longer? I can m-make it longer." Luke slapped him on the shoulder and told him it was fine.
Once Luke had left Cho took the CD to meet up with Randy. They were going to set up a bitchin' sound system for the Bronco.
-Run for your lives, spawn of the Plague King, for the inheritors of The Great Hunter come for you. We will rend and tear and feast on your tainted flesh. There is no place you can hide from our vengeance.- Cho's voice said in oddly perfect Uremehir. No human mouth should speak it so clearly. Cho found it ironic that he never stuttered when speaking the First Tongue. Part of his curse he supposed.
"I-It uh, it repeats for like t-two hours yo. Should be plenty long enough. I think. Maybe. Shit, should it be longer? I can m-make it longer." Luke slapped him on the shoulder and told him it was fine.
Once Luke had left Cho took the CD to meet up with Randy. They were going to set up a bitchin' sound system for the Bronco.
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