[Ex]  Werewolf Mountain: The old Mactaverney Farm
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				Title: <strong>[Ex]  Werewolf Mountain: The old Mactaverney Farm</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 20:39:09</strong>
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				On the outskirts of the town of forsaken ridge, there lies an old abandoned farm, now rotted to a small set of structures and a mysterious clearing.&nbsp; The farm is a site of much local fear and rumor, and not even teenagers on a dare will go to the basement of the barn.&nbsp; <br><br>Whenever a person goes missing, the police avoid looking the farm, for fear of what they might find there, or what might find them.&nbsp; And yet, the missing and the disenfranchised have a strange tendency to show up there, unwilling to discuss just what happened, even with those closest to them.<br><br>The farm was quite large and prosperous in its heyday, but a massacre will put a damper on any business.&nbsp; Despite how fertile the land was, each owner of the farm after the occupants of the farm were killed in the 1940s has died a rapid and mysterious death, or otherwise ended up completely destitute.&nbsp; Eventually, the people of Forsaken ridge simply purchased the entire property, then forgot about it.<br><br>The farm's negative spiritual influence has made it a powerful place.&nbsp; It's now a veritable necropolis, filled with waiting dead hoping to tell their stories, uncovered mass graves from times before the construction of the farm, and in the spirit world, a small channel of pure death, like a river in the underworld.&nbsp; This locus of spiritual energy makes the farm the perfect place for a group of werewolves to inhabit.
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 20:53:20</strong>
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				<strong>April 21st, 1996</strong><br><br>You've slowly been organizing into a pack, gathering more and more young werewolves to patrol the town of Forsaken Ridge, since it's been cleared of threats by the pack of the legendary warrior Blood Howl and his pack.<br><br>Even now, the pack rests at your locus, devouring all of the essence at reserve there, in payment for helping you find your totem.&nbsp; It's really quite a calm cloudy day, and most of the Blood Howl pack is making that known by sitting around on their asses.<br><br>Around noon, a younger female member of the pack comes in, a hunter in darkness, and drops off a list of things that the pack should investigate or take care of to help secure their new territory.&nbsp; The list reads as follows:<br><br><strong>-Several territorial markings on the east side of your territory have been vandalized.</strong><br><br><strong>-A local community theater production of Macbeth disappeared.&nbsp; The entire production.</strong><br><br><strong>-A local gas station attendant has started getting attention with an alien abduction story.&nbsp; It's leading people around town to start comparing notes on the strange things going on in the shadows.</strong><br><br><strong>-A fairly well regarded circus is due to enter the city in a week.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the vacant lot they've rented is overrun with disease spirits.&nbsp; The last event to occur at the lot was a tent revival by a local church.</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Spider</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 23:55:29</strong>
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				Little Howl frowned as he heard the news, looking at the others that he had been gathered together to make a pack with. This was a time for him to show some authority and lead the way for them, he straightened himself as he got up from his seat, clearing his throat to get their attention. <br><br>"The most important part is the threat upon our territory, it must be dealt with and quickly so, we cannot allow someone to believe we are unable to protect it. After that we need to make sure the spiritual health of our territory remain balanced, we need to take care of that as well. Id say we should split up, Veilbreaker, as our Ithaeur you will lead the group that will take care of the vacant lot, see if you can fix it up with your good mojo, take Sarah along, she needs to prove herself... and her more subtle skills should be of help to you, take 'Slashes' as well as back up if they dont want to behave."<br><br>He nodded to Valkyrie "You are with me" and then to Sangre Loca "As are you, I hope your dog can track, we are going to need it" he nodded to himself thinking it was the best choice from what little he know of them all from the short time they have been together. <br><br>"Once we are done we need to decide what to do with the gas station clerk and see so there is nothing spiritual with the theater... but that will come later"<br><br>"Any Questions?" he looked around to them all with a questioning look<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 00:14:09</strong>
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				Valkyrie stretched on her side in one corner of the room. Her golden eyes were wary as she considered the other inhabitants. She wasn't terribly fond of crowds, and to Kyrie, a crowd was any number greater than herself alone. There were more to keep watch on when there were more present. She laid her head across her front paws, her eyes on Little Howl as he rose to speak. Kyrie rarely left the form she was most comfortable in--Urhan. Despite her relaxed posture, Kyrie was anything but. Tension seethed in her muscles beneath her plush black fur. Always ready to move.<br><br>She lifted her head when he spoke her name, golden eyes sparking, and then sliding askance to look over Sangre Loca. She felt uneasy. But then, when did she not feel uneasy? It was a small price to pay for her keen awareness. She licked her lips and dropped her head again as Little Howl handed out assignments. She wondered if he'd placed her with himself to keep an eye on her. Because he thought she wasn't trustworthy? Or because he thought she was too weak for her own assignment?
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				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 19:18:58</strong>
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				Calvin was sitting in his corner of the room with his legs drawn into an indian style seating.&nbsp; His eyes were closed as his hands rested on his knees.&nbsp; Deep breaths could be heard coming from his lips nice and slow even thou his ears picked up everything that Little Howl was saying to him.&nbsp; An interesting figure one could say about Calvin, as his robe he wore did well to conceal his frame as well as the abundance of trinkets that he wore around his neck and wrists.&nbsp; His staff laid across his lap as he meditated a bit on the tasks at hand.&nbsp; Once he was finished he would open his eyes and look towards the two that would be accompanying him upon the mission laid out by Little Howl.
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 19:49:36</strong>
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				Coming to just outside the farm its know to be special to the shapeshifters of which she is tied to, and its important she stay in touch with a purported new group formed. Going to the message tree she leaves a note:<br><br><em>I run the hospital in the town, if you need anything please come to me I'm a friend.- Dr. Jane Simons<br></em><br><br>Then she ties the large cloth to dictate a message that is not urgent and blows the horn to honor the spirits there and alert any werewolves she is a friend and left a message. Before drivning to see the gas station attendent.
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				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 20:03:07</strong>
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				Sangre Loca crouched down next to her companion, slowly running her hand down his back as he let out a low growl when Little Howl stood up and began to speak.&nbsp; <em>"It’s okay Zeus,"</em> she whispered, placing her hand on his large head.&nbsp; The large Mastiff slowly relaxed and laid down with his head on his front paws, not once taking his eyes off the speaking man.&nbsp; <br><br>As the dog lay down, Sangre stood up, anxious to proceed with the task at hand.&nbsp; She pulled her shoulder length brown hair into a high ponytail and secured it with a black elastic band, never taking her own dark green eyes off of Little Howl.&nbsp; After smoothing the sides of her hair against her head she took a step forward and glanced around the room at the others before turning back to Little Howl.<br><br>“Of course my dog can track but it’s not his job,” she replied matter-of-factly then added, “When do we leave?”<br><br>The sound of the horn caused both Sangre and her dog to give throaty growls at the interruption.&nbsp; "What the fuck was that?" she demanded from Little Howl who seemed to be their self-appointed Alpha.&nbsp; She waited for a response as she tried to contain her annoyance by pacing the room in front of Zeus who watched her and waited for direction.
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				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>21-09-2008, 20:20:48</strong>
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				The Itheaur looked towards Sangre as she spoke upon the disagreement of her companion being integrated into the mission intenurary.&nbsp; He noticed the slight disgust in her voice dictating that the leader at the moment was not showing initiative in using the pack's strength.&nbsp; This would be nothing new to Calvin as from his observations of Blood Talons before had proven them to be a stout hearted worthy warrior tribe that sought duty and preserverance.&nbsp; An amused smile crossed his face as he heard her response to the interruption that made itself known during the conversation.&nbsp; Even thou his own thoughts went towards what made the interruption and who was responsible behind it.&nbsp; "I believe we have a visitor of sorts, but then again what would someone outside of those present be doing out here?" he asked in a low and solitary tone.
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				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 17:11:30</strong>
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				Arianna watched the car drive away and looked to the cloth billowing in the wind. She growled a bit at the dust the vehicle left behind and stepped toward the message. She picked it up and looked it over carefully, looking for anything out of place or if it was just some idiot blowing a damn horn because they were too coward to step up and announce themselves. She held the note in her fist and started off into a light sprint toward the gathering, her feet carried her well across the land and she soon arrived with little effort spent. She stopped just outside the meeting place and brushed back&nbsp; the long corn-silken locks that fell from her ever present ponytail. She stepped into the area and looked around at them all. Her dark eyes took them in one by one. She had seen them all and paid close attention to them individually over the time they had been here. <br><br>Arianna stood tall at her five foot, ten inch stature. She had the presence of nobility about her and the strength to back up any claim she may toss forth. She held out the note in hand and spoke very clearly. Her voice didn't have to be loud to reach their ears, she knew they had the ability to hear things properly and she didn't need to yell at them for an understanding to take place. <br><br><strong>"Apparently, Dr. Jane Simons, knows of where we are and perhaps who we are. Maybe those vandalized territorial marks needs to be fixed before we find others who wish to... aid.. us, as the good doctor seems to want to do. </strong> She looked to the note and read it word for word, <strong><em>I run the hospital in the town, if you need anything please come to me I'm a friend.- Dr. Jane Simons </em>&nbsp; Any of you have a clue who she is? What she is or how the hell she knew we were here? Does no one else run the perimeter around this forsaken place?"</strong><br><br>Arianna seemed almost annoyed, probably moreso by the stance of the one known as "Little Howl," who had deemed it upon himself to be leader. She almost scoffed at that and looked to the others.
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				Post by: <strong>Spider</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 21:53:11</strong>
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				Frowned at Slashes "We will set up a schedual for patrols -after- we repair the damages and track down the vandals... first things first, the good doctor will have to wait for her time to be questioned, if Blood Howls pack hasnt heard of her then its up to us to find up, but as -I- said Slashes, we will take care of the important parts first, we cant seem weak even for a moment. Now as I said... did you have any questions concerning the tasks given?" <br><br>Giving her a pointed look, not seeming concerned for a second that the Rahu seemed annoyed with him.
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				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 23:10:28</strong>
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				Valkyrie--though her head had snapped up as quickly as anyone's at the sound of the horn, ears swiveling forward and perking to catch every nuance of the sound--now proceeded to give a wide yawn and lay her head back across her front paws as though the shifting of pack dynamics did not concern her. She looked bored with the whole thing, though a smoldering look in her eyes gave away that she was listening intently. Listening, filing away, forming opinions--none of them positive. She was a difficult one to impress--not because her standards were particularly high, but because she had no desire to see anyone in a positive light. She preferred to keep all at a distance, her problems her own, her solutions solitary.
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				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 04:18:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=21272.msg826419#msg826419">Quote from: Spider on 22-09-2008, 21:53:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Frowned at Slashes "We will set up a schedual for patrols -after- we repair the damages and track down the vandals... first things first, the good doctor will have to wait for her time to be questioned, if Blood Howls pack hasnt heard of her then its up to us to find up, but as -I- said Slashes, we will take care of the important parts first, we cant seem weak even for a moment. Now as I said... did you have any questions concerning the tasks given?" <br><br>Giving her a pointed look, not seeming concerned for a second that the Rahu seemed annoyed with him.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Arianna snorts and glares at him with a growl. <br><br><strong> "-YOU- haven't given me anything, pup. And as for your patrol schedules, if -you- had done so to begin with we wouldn't have these vandal issues, or unexpected company for that matter." </strong><br><br>She paced around a bit and tossed the paper to the side. She watched him as she continued walking back and forth speaking directly at the self appointed alpha.<br><br><strong>"But I digress... we have work to do and standing here talking about doing work won't get it done any faster. I'll bow to your decisions for now, but only because you might have the potential of your father, -little- Howl. </strong><br><br>She then kept her place and crossed her arms over her chest and waited for orders that somehow she was excluded from before. Her icy blue gaze didn't leave the young Cahalith.
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				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 18:43:36</strong>
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				Calvin looked towards the arguing trio and shook his head slowly.&nbsp; He stood up with staff in hand and spoke in a low clear voice "I have been patrolling the shadow realm, it is just as important if not more important than this realm."&nbsp; Calvin looked toward Sarah and Slashes as he stood there waiting "No time like the present to get things in order and make a name for ourseleves, ladies if your ready I'll be waiting outside," he said as he turned without another word and went out the cabin door to prepare for the journey into the Farms Shadow Realm.
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				Post by: <strong>Greenthorn</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 18:51:40</strong>
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				Sangre made eye contact with Zeus and he quickly got up from the floor and padded over to stand by her side.&nbsp; With crossed arms she looked at the remaining pack members and said in a low, annoyed voice followed by an even lower growl, "Let's just go already.&nbsp; Less talk, more action," then she abruptly started towards the door herself with Zeus at her side.<br><br>Before reaching the door, she gave one look over her shoulder at Valkyrie and Little Howl, "Are you coming?"
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				Post by: <strong>Spider</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 20:50:09</strong>
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				"After this Slashes, we have alot to ..... discuss" his voice was cold as was his gaze even more so, he nodded as Sangre asked if they were comming. <br><br>"Yes, we are going now." he said and walked past Sangre bursting out of the Farm and headed in the direction for the mountain. He was pissed and it showed clearly, shifting down to Urhan taking up a high pace. Leaving anyone who didnt keep up.
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				Post by: <strong>Storiwyr</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 21:06:21</strong>
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				Valkyrie rose to her feet, stretching languidly and then shaking out her thick black fur. She sat down again for a moment to scratch behind one ear, then trotted after Sangre. She made sure to give Zeus his room. While she figured she was a match for the huge dog, she also didn't think Sangre would take kindly to it if the two got into a tussle. And Valkyrie had her reasons for being here. It would not do to anger the natives--at least not yet.<br><br>But Little Howl. Well, he was already pissed. The smell of his anger was unmistakable and she licked her lips in private amusement. It was just as well. Being Alpha was more than just words. He was bound to have to put some of his packmates in place if he wanted to be in charge. Oddly enough, he may have had the most luck with Kyrie, as prickly and unimpressionable as she was. She knew nothing of the legacy of the area, and the huge pawprints he had to fill. She knew only that those she'd been tracking for a year now were here ... somewhere. Kyrie was hungry. Hungry for information. Hungry for revenge.<br><br>Otherwise she would never have been trotting along at Little Howl and Sangre's heels like an obedient pet. For her cause, even Kyrie would swallow her pride.
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				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 03:43:30</strong>
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				<br>Arianna nodded To Calvin and stepped toward the exit. She didn't acknowledge the angry Cahalith's words just smirked because she knew she pissed him off to no end. She spoke up as she walked up toward Calvin, stuffing her hands into the front pockets of her jeans. <br><br><strong>"Lead on... I've got your back."</strong><br><br>She nodded toward Sarah and gave her a smile as well, ready for the journey and a fight. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 00:48:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;Calvin looked to Slashes as she came towards him being the only one available for the task at hand. "We are going to pierce the gauntlet and head into the shadow realm to investigate these disease spirits and form a treaty with them," he said as he looked to her holding his staff in hand as he readied himself.&nbsp; Calvin nodded as he smirked lightly waiting til they were well enough away from everybody else as Calvin would attempt to slip sideway through the gauntlet and into the Shadow Realm. 
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				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 02:54:59</strong>
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				Adrianna didn't hesitate to follow Calvin, she moved as though she were mimicking his every step. She gave Calvin a nod knowing she was not as well versed with that realm as he, but she was good in a fight and she knew that. She moved out quickly and then looked back to Sara and waited for her to slip into the Shadow Realm before she followed suit. She was ready for anything, whether it be spirits or otherwise. She wouldn't let anything get in the way of her packs safety, as well as her own rise in rank. She glanced around once last time and then stepped sideways. She would watch their backs as she said. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dragoondawg25</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 20:27:11</strong>
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				Calvin would shift down into his Urhan form as he sniffed the air lightly and took up to running through the Shadow Realm and past the spirits for which they had regarded as the packs allies.&nbsp; He would make his way towards the city through the Shadow towards the vacant lot which needed some investigating done to it.&nbsp; (follow to the city thread please)
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				Post by: <strong>magnamos</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 19:23:18</strong>
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				Sara walked outside the tent but she followed her team member not directly. Carefully she took off her Shirt and pants. Her Underwear ripped to shreds when she, aswell, shifted into her Wolf-Form and followed her leader into the shadow realm. She had to take a serious sprint to catch up with the two but just a few moments after she entered the shadowrealm she joined there formation.
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