2022-11-20 How to Get Bitten and Survive
How to Get Bitten and Sirvive
Location: Training Area of the L.A. Bawn
Date and Time: November 20, 2022- 4:00 pm
Summary: River and Meg teach one another a future helpful rituals.
======= Training Area - Bawn - Sept of the Smiling Angel ========
This cave leading off from the railway tunnel is sufficiently wide
and tall to host a dozen Garou in Crinos whilst still leaving enough room to swing a wolf by the tail. The natural rock has been smoothed out somewhat by decades of claws and effort, and though the main weapon store is beyond the cave itself, blunted practice weapons are stored in racks, and the floor is marked out with circles in white paint to denote sparring areas.
In addition, there is a set of two-tiered seating set up on boxes
and benches, for times when members of the Sept wish to observe fighting ongoing or a physical challenge being met, with a large whiteboard leaning to one side keeping lists of those willing to train, and also to heal.
---------------------------------- Players ---------------------------------- Meg 0s Petite, lean, amber eyes, short-ish black hair. River 1m August despite communal chains ---------------------------------- Objects ---------------------------------- Concrete Training Dummy --------------------------------- Locations --------------------------------- Warder's War Den <DEN> Old Rail Cars <CAR> -------------------------------- Directions --------------------------------- Railway Tunnel <N> =================================================================[ +view ]===
River leads the way down into the quiet of the training room, at this opportune time of day when he's guessed (rightly) that it would be empty. The large, open space is ideal for the lesson he has in mind. As he makes his way into the space, he starts taking off his clothing - starting with the white tanktop he wears. It's peeled up and off to reveal a warrior's physique and a massive battle scar of silvery scar tissue, divets and ridges of silvered flesh, in highest concentration in the middle of his chest and becoming more sparse down to his stomach and up around his shoulders. He sets aside a simple piece of jade and bead jewelry worn around his neck too. "It will be easiest to show this, to start, in lupus," he advises.
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Meg nods her head.
First, her backpack. Then, her shoes. And then everything else comes right off, leaving a naked women with a slender frame. She seems to lack the sense of shame most women have; then again, she's definitely not like most women, being that she's half-wolf. Without a word, she undergoes the transformation into her wolf form which, with a bit of hand-wavium, should be done in a few minutes, tops.
As wolf, she's mostly black, but marked with bright blue eyes.
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River likewise lacks any sense of body shame. Undedicated clothing is set aside, neatly but minimally folded, and soon enough River drops to all fours, body distorting agonizingly into the shape of a large Great Lakes wolf.
Once the process is complete, he pads forward, onto the training circle, and settles his rear down in a sit. He begins explaining the instruction, academically, with the postures and vocalizations of the Garou tongue. <<This rite is physical. It is done with posture to communicate, not ape-talk. We show regret, we do not explain it,>> he begins.
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The Blue-Eyed Black Wolf bobs her muzzle in response.
And she too sits down. To watch. Her tail rests on the ground. Her expression is that of a very curious, but very good girl.
Definitely deserving of treats.
--
<<When you get better at it, you can make less gestures. You can even do it in ape-skin. But, to start, easiest to do the biggest gestures. You will see, they come most naturally as a wolf. As a human, you would look sick in the brain doing this, not among Garou.>> River pops up to all fours then and pads slowly over in the direction of the she-wolf (and bestest girl!). His head extends at his approach, giving a light snout-to-snout boop in a gesture of friendliness in wolf-skin. <> he proposes after making friendly.
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The Blue-Eyed Black Wolf gives a confused look.
"Rrr?" She tilts her head to the side a little, as if wondering why on the Mother's face he would want to do that. << Is this not practice? >> He's the demonstrator, so she doesn't move and trusts him, but -- well, no one likes being bitten for any reason. Teeth hurt, after all.
But she says no more.
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<<Yes, practice, but best practice is with a little little wrong,>> River answers. <<Not faking and pretending when there was no wrong at all. When I do it, it will be with my heart - my spirit - reaching out too. Calling for acceptance. You know how to move your spirit, like with many rites,>> he adds, confident in the Theurge's understanding of this.
--
<< One will trust you. >>
And so, the Blue-Eyed Black Wolf does. The way her muzzle opens to let her tongue loll out, even for a moment, shows her trust. Maybe a little of her amusement at this.
Her lack of words probably speaks to her lack of familiarity in 'speaking' as a wolf.
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River then ducks his head to the side and bites her, all at once. There's no real warning, but he doesn't bite hard - just enough to cause a flash of pain. He likely punctures the skin a little, but it's nothing that won't almost immediately close up. Then he's skittering backward on those four paws, still facing her, so that he can all at once drop his front legs flat to the ground. His head lowers and twists and his tongue lashes out over his lips. He whines loudly, and his rear legs start pushing him forward, sliding his body along, butt and tail high up in the air and wriggling away as he makes a piteous display.
--
The Blue-Eyed Black Wolf whines sharply when she's bitten.
But it isn't a bad bite. And if there's no tearing, it's bound to repair itself in a brief amount of time. Being a werewolf has its advantages. She watches as the other wolf prostrates himself, and responds by letting out a bark, followed by a growl. << One understands. >> It is pretty simple. << Will one wish to see how to greet the north star? >> Her muzzle opens again; her tongue hangs out.
Her tail flips back and forth lazily.
--
With the forgiveness earned, River pops back up to all fours, tail wagging in pleasure. He moves around her, circling around behind and to her flank, to bump side-to-side against her in an amicable display, before he sits back down, tail thumping lightly. <<Yes, I would like to learn this. Very much,>> he answers in a faint growl and bark, showing a degree more familiarity with this form than her history likely supports.
He has been accused of being raised by wolves, of course.
--
Meg becomes a serious wolf again.
<< For eight nights, one must find the North Star. One must turn to her and give her homage through silence and observation. >> Her tail flops. << Then, when one can feel her eyes on them, one must howl to her in greeting, as one greets all wolves. >> And she demonstrates by letting out a long, loud, haunting howl -- the sort that echoes through the forest on cold winter nights. It ends gently.
<< And that is all. >>
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River takes his turn to angle his wedge-shaped head in inquisition. <<Maybe I can join you one night, to see it?>> he proposes. <> He gives a hopeful whine and a jumping-up again, displaying eagerness with a side-to-side hop of his forelegs, as though readying to play.
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<< Sure. >>
Meg more easily shifts back into her breed form. She shakes herself off once her fur has disappeared, and kneels by her pack, opening it up. She starts searching within for what she's looking for: a pair of bones that look as if they may have come from the legs of a large bird. "It is simple, really, but -- " She holds up one of her bones. " -- each spirit has their own rhythm. You will need to ask your totem to show you its rhythm." She sits, cross-legged, on the ground. "Morning, noon, and night -- three times a day -- you must drum out their rhythm. Can be anywhere and with anything, really, but -- " She holds up both of her bones. " -- I'm a traditionalist." Surprised? Many people are. But that's probably why she's still naked: true heathens do their rituals skyclad. "Three times a day for three days."
"Your totem will then bless you in the Umbra."
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River takes his turn to shift back into human form. There, kneeling alongside Meg, naked, he nods slowly and gives a small smile. "I have an idea for what I would like to drum on... maybe even making something, over long enough, to make it a fetish at some point. A nice house for a spirit though, obviously, I will need to decide what kind of spirit to house there, before I finish the design. But... MS-13 plagues Jaguar's people. And they decorate their skin so elaborately. I think I shall take some, to make a drum of," he says, seeming soothed by the notion.
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"What you drum with is not as important as the rhythm."
Meg holds up three fingers. "Three times a day; three days. Nine times, basically." She demonstrates by drumming out a rhythm of her own, gently. It's a patient sort of beat, one that eventually builds into a sudden end. Kind of like how a lion would hunt. "When you decide to kill those criminals, I think the Lions would not mind trailing. They may plague your people, but anyone who hunts for pleasure, as criminals do, anger Lion." Which is one way to look at the problem, certainly.
"Is there anything else I can show you?"
<< END >>
