[End Transmission] [Damage]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 7, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Dark Young
Noooo I want to liiiive!]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 6, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [STAY DEAD]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]

[End Transmission] [Int + Med + Bear + WP, -1 Gnosis on Joey]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 3) [WP]

[Null Moon] The Fostern Glass Walker puts an end to things before anyone else can fall victim to either its tentacles or the mind-scrambling affects of frenzy.

She swears, calling upon her tribe's gift to strengthen the fibers of her fur, and hurls herself into combat without a second thought. Word On The Street, out of his mind with Rage, cuts at the warped tree-thing's armor with his claw, cutting deep enough to slice into the dark green goo that is its center. It lashes out at the Galliard again for the final time; End Transmission throws herself in front of its tentacle, but the razor-sharp tip still makes it past her defenses... to scrape at the hair on Word's chest, still flayed open from shoulder to hip by the monster's attacks.

The next two strikes are aimed at End Transmission. The first hit opens up a laceration from her right ear to her shoulder, and the second completely misses her. She retaliates with a one-two swing of her claws that hits it between its macabre branches, spilling putrified green matter and filling the street anew with the stench of death. It falls, all twelve feet of it, as if cut by a lumberjack's ax, and crashes to the concrete without another sound.

Laughs In The Face Of Death lies with her throat cut to the vertebrae; Word On The Street collapses with his intestines hanging out of a tear transecting his torso; and End Transmission is bleeding from a slice in her flesh that managed to get through her steel fur.

But the thing is dead, and the streets are quiet again.

[Because I forgot earlier... anyone new coming into the scene, roll WP diff 6 to not vomit from the smell.]

[Face of Death] Joey tries, tries to get through this. She tells Nate to rip at the thing's shell, but to no avail. She steps in next, but her claws barely scratch the surface.

And then everything went to hell. The last thing she remembers is her brother looming over her, eyes wild with frenzy, and his claws raking across her.

She wakes with a gasp, in her birth form, covered in her own blood, her hands dirty with the ichor of the creature the two of them failed to take down alone. Joey nods to Echo, grinning a little as she pulls herself to her feet.

Calmly, she surveys their surroundings. The fight has drained her, and she's tired. She wants to go get a shower and get some sleep. But first...

Joey walks over to Nate, draws back her arm, and swings for the Bone Gnawer's face.

[punch! dex + brawl, diff + 2 (called shot)]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Failure at target 8)

[Face of Death] [-1G Mother's Touch on Nate]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 2)

[Face of Death] She swings, and she misses completely. When she faces him again, Joey just shrugs, and presses her hand to her brother's chest.

[Hatchet] [WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[End Transmission] [Ack!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Hatchet] Nate goes over the edge, comes back, and Hatchet's moving. Echo, in another part of the city, is rushing towards them as her fur turns to metal, scraping and shrieking against itself with every movement. She's a terror, that one.

Moments later -- literally, a breath, a heartbeat, maybe two -- and the Gauntlet gives a subtle, soft pop! that belies the fury with which Buried Hatchet hits the concrete and asphalt in hispo. It is not the first time he has arrived late, missing the battle with his packmates. He's never shown shame for it before;

yet there's a flicker of agony in his golden eyes when he surveys three of his four packmates. He's there in time to watch Joey punch Nate in the face to heal him, and a vicious snarl rumbles out of his throat.

Enormous paws clench at the ground, digging into the rock as he pads heavily forward, sniffing idly at Echo as he passes her.

[Hatchet] [delete "to heal him".]

[End Transmission] The fight is over far too quickly for End Transmission's liking. Her fur, once steeled for battle, flickers and like a wave lapping against the shore vanishes and retreats back to its usual mottled brown and black. She shakes herself out and, resisting the urge to up-chuck at the stench coming from the Tentacled Thing, lopes over to her sister and snuffles at her face before laying a massive paw upon her and freeing the healing energies of their totem.

Soft, blue light infuses Face of Death and when she rises; she rises complete and is greeted by a tongue-lolling Hispo beast looking about as pleased with herself as was possible. The Gauntlet admits Buried Hatchet about the same time that Joey has strolled over and thrown a punch at Nate and the Glass Walker is in the process of flicking her ears back and observing as her Alpha sniffs past her.

She nudges against him briefly in greeting, and falls in beside him.

[Word on the Street] Nate was just seeing red till this creature was finished and laying dead at his feet. He is standing there panting , ragged breaths escaping from his throat. Every one of them causing him searing pain.

He watches as Joey heads towards him, and then she swings and Nate closes his eyes, as he accepts his due. He then winces in pain as her palm is pressed to her chest... eventually opening his eyes "Guess I deserved that.....so I guess I'm shouting you hot chocolate for the rest of the night?"

And then he is standing there watching the approach of his Alpha, A look of shame on his face from taking his claw to his packmate.

[Face of Death] Nate offers her hot chocolate for the rest of the night, and Joey's freckled face lights up in a grin. She reaches out and places a hand on Nate's shoulder, gives it a squeeze before dropping her arm to her side.

The smile vanishes as the Hispo wolves approach. Joey drops her gaze to the pavement, shoulders rounded in posture of submission in the presence of their Alpha.

He would have heard her voice again over the totem link, telling Nate not to bite the creature. That might be why it was so difficult for them to fell the creature creating the unholy stench in the street. Joey isn't used to fighting with her claws, but something told her things would have gone a lot worse if they'd tried to sink their fangs into the creature's hide.

Whatever Hatchet has in store for them, Joey stands by her brother's side. Silent once more.

[Hatchet] What. The fuck. Happened.

The Fostern is all but quivering in front of them, his tone in their minds somewhere between rage and something else entire. The question is, for what it's worth, primarily aimed at Nate. Poor Nate. Echo is at his side, slightly behind him, her steelfur glinting under the thin moonlight and the more rotund citylight.

[Word on the Street] Nate just stands there and takes the full force of Hatchet's words. He breathes slowly as he tries to calm himself, his Alpha's rage and something else washing over him.

"Alpha....Laughs-in-the-Face-of-Death-yuf and I were doing our normal patrols. We had extended out a bit further and came to the Green. Then we heard screams and a trembling sound , and we went to investigate." he then turns briefly and looks at Joey, remembering the expression she wore "We came across this thing... and well my stomach churned in weakness.. I couldn't stop myself from hurling. Faces of Death-yuf seemed to recognise this thing and told me not to bite it. We moved into war form and engaged the creature."

[Hatchet] It's interesting that the other two males in the pack choose to call Hatchet Alpha. Joey calls him Boss, her own vernacular for the same thing. Echo, on occasion, calls him Asshole. She's a Fostern as well, however, and Hatchet's never argued that this, like Alpha and Boss, is an accurate if sometimes inappropriate title.

He's a beast. They all feel it, these days. The only break was when he ran Katherine Bellamonte's Fostern challenge the other day: but his packmates could sense, all that time, that every ounce of his energy was being poured into keeping himself calm, keeping himself acting like a Fostern Philodox of the Fianna and not a base animal.

There's been times he's come back to the Brotherhood smelling like blood. Or covered in it. He's come back smelling like sex. He's been filthy, lately, forgetting to wash. Forgetting to shave. Staring, for long periods of time, at empty space. They hear him muttering in their thoughts at strange intervals. Once, he asked

Where's Natalie?

but when no one had any clue what he was talking about, he didn't seem to remember saying it.

To say that he's been strange lately is putting it mildly. Ever since the fight with the Red Talons, their usually volatile Alpha has been completely unpredictable.

He stands back and he listens as Nate answers his question, his sides heaving from how hard and how fast he ran from wherever-he-was to here when he felt his Galliard die and come back. Hatchet chuffs out an obviously disgusted, disdainful breath when Nate admits that he couldn't handle the smell. And then he snarls.

And you died. And you died, he adds, whipping his head around to look at Joey. Why you hit brother?

[Face of Death] Joey lifts her head, meets Hatchet's eyes for a breath before looking away again. She knew almost immediately that something was different about their alpha. Who knows if she would have if something similar hadn't happened to her only moments earlier. She noticed when he punished her for her conduct against the Red Talons, not because he punished her, or his method, or his severity.

Because he just acted odd. Of them all, Hatchet has the greatest rage, and the greatest control over it. He has always seemed to ride the edge between human and beast, but since that night on the roof, he's definitely been more beastlike. Joey doesn't know what to do, or even if there's anything that can be done to bring him back to the way he was. So she watches him when they're around each other. And she tries to stay out of his way.

He's looking at her now, however, and there's no hiding from that hard stare.

"When he died he came back. He killed me," she says simply.

[Word on the Street] Nate just goes back to watching the Alpha of the Sentinels, he called him that because he didn't know him well enough to call him anything else. He was the new kid on the block, the unknown element sometimes.

He nods simply at Joey's words "Yes Alpha, " and then a pause "It is my shame, that I took my claws to my packsister." His head dropping slightly as he lowers his eyes.

[End Transmission] Echo's fur has, by this point, reverted back and she no longer clangs around like a saucepan lid. She moves alongside but slightly behind Hatchet as a sign of his superiority in the pack hierarchy and comes to a stand still when the discussion begins about what happened.

To be honest, she'd kinda like to know, herself.

When Word on the Street admits his shame, the Glass Walker No Moon huffs audibly but she does not speak; mentally or in growls. She merely turns those dark eyes of hers on their Alpha, and watches him.

[Hatchet] That stupid, Hatchet says bluntly to Joey, without comment on her vow of silence or how he just asked her knowingly to break it. He doesn't clarify if he means Nate frenzying and attacking her, or if he means Joey punching him, or what.

It gets explained a moment later, because he snaps his jaws at both of them then, nipping at them, growling quietly. You both stupid. You cubs of pack. Echo mother, I father, Daniel big brother. You stupid little Omegas.

Bizarrely, there's little chastisement -- despite the actual words -- in his tone. He speaks as though this is known, as though they themselves would call themselves idiots and Omegas. Hatchet may place them, abruptly and vocally, as lowest in the pack, but he does so without rancor, malice, or even punishment. It's as if stupid is only to be expected, as though Omega is not a place of shame, as though this is merely accepted.

You, he snarls at Joey, no attack brother for attacking you while frenzied. It frenzy. You have no right to punish him for his failure. Childish! If he punished, it come from me.

He turns to Nate. You will learn more control from big brother and I. You were weak tonight. Nearly destroyed part of pack. I no punish, though. I fucked your Kinfolk without permission. We both stupid and weak sometimes.

Hatchet addresses them both, then: You both very strong. Echo saved you, she your good sister-mother. You heal, you fight together. You good packmates. We clean up now.

Without another word, he goes to do exactly that.

[Face of Death] There may not be chastisement, or malice, or punishment in his words, but Joey's face burns with shame all the same. There's no reaction to the strange way their usually eloquent and verbose alpha speaks, however. That, she already addressed with Daniel.

The freedom with which he admits to fucking Nate's kinsman, however, is surprising. Joey doesn't comment on that, either. She doesn't comment on anything.

She moves to help Hatchet with the clean up and disposal of the odd creature, shifting up to Crinos to protect them and to protect the Veil, as well as make the job of dismantling the creature easier.

[End Transmission] I fucked your Kinfolk without permission.

Okay, now see that gets a reaction from the Glass Walker. She stares at her Alpha for another minute, then tilts her head to one side as if trying to figure out [and you know she is] exactly who he means. She wonders if it was the man she grabbed and kissed once, just because he was attractive. Then, tail twitching, she turns and looks at the Bone Gnawer as if she half expects some show of anger, or defiance.

When Joey moves off to aid Hatchet with the clean up, End Transmission remains for a moment, watching Word on the Street with those keen, penetrating eyes of hers before she whuffs aloud and nudges Nate; her shoulder still stained red from the blow she'd taken.

It's okay, I fuck up a lot, let's go get this done. I have downloads in progress back at the Brotherhood.

[Face of Death] [agh, change that "kinsman" to "kinfolk!"]

[Word on the Street] Nate rocks a little where he stands, he had wondered where his place was in this pack. Now he knew....at the bottom..though it seemed expected by him. The Gnawer, the lowest of the low. He would just have to prove otherwise...to become the Hero rather than the comic sidekick who was always getting into trouble.

He winces as he snarls at Joey, but he remains standing where is his. He had already tried to get in the way once before and it had resulted in his Alpha demanding to know if he was challenging him.

When Hatchet turns towards him, he was about to answer with a simple yes.... but then he is told that. His mind running through all the potentials of which there were only two. Both males.....it took all his effort to hide his reaction, to stop an embarassed blush to creep over his cheeks. Then there is something else... a memory of a night when he was taken into his Alpha's room.. before he was pack.. and berated for not respecting the territory of another. "You .... tell me this now...after you berated me for such action. When I did not even touch your kin... just angry that my conversation with her was interrupted." He sighs and pinches his nose "Forgive me, if you feel I have spoken out of anger...the wound is still raw... and my beast is stronge..."

"Alpha...you and I will need to have words... perhaps not now.. but soon. I maybe be Omega within the Sentinels but I still have earnt the honour to represent my tribe. We....have much to discuss and learn from each other I think."

He nods his head and nudges Echo back with a small smile "Thanks Echo, that means a lot."

[Hatchet] For what it's worth, the Alpha himself seems to have absolutely no shame in anything he just said. Nothing in his body language suggests it. Nothing in his thought-voice hints at it. Conversely, there's no shame applied to those he speaks to, which is another difference from what they're used to. Normally, the Philodox has more than a few judgements to hand out, whether on his own head or theirs. Now it's pared down to simple reality: this happened. This is how it is. This is what you are.

And ultimately, what it seems to come down to for him is that whatever else, they are still his pack.

Echo chimes in that she fucks up a lot, too and wants to get this done. Hatchet huffs out amusement, shifting slowly into crinos to help Joey. When behind him, Nate speaks up. His enormous head swivels around, pinning the Galliard with those gleaming yellow eyes. He stares at the Gnawer, his form hulking and crouched near the monster that his packmates destroyed, his maw slightly open, breath steaming.

Yes, he says, keeping his words over the totemphone though all of them but Echo have continued to answer him out loud. Daniel has to be wondering what the hell is going on. I tell you this now. After I berated you. Lee purebred of Stag. Ethan is Gnawer. Ethan can not be mother. You trespass on my Kin, think of it, my tribe could lose bloodline.

He turns his whole body around to face Nate, and walks towards him on all fours. Which puts his warformed face roughly level with Nate's homid one. His eyes seem to glow in the dark, slightly.

Would you rather I punish you for nearly killing my sister, longer in this pack than any of you, or 'have words' about our Kinfolk? We could do both.

[Broken Hammer] He's late to the scene; even later than Hatchet. The Forseti appears out of some ever-convenient alleyway, keeping close to one wall, narrow and lean and longleggedly lupus.

His wet nose moves as he scents the air, literally reading their moods from their scents.

[percep+PU, -2 diff for lupus!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 4)

[Broken Hammer] [...no. that's not right.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Broken Hammer] ...and then he picks up his feet, trotting easily toward his packmates. There's an effortless grace in the wolf's motions, rangy and agile.

He takes the same advice he gave Grace several nights before. Rather than asking questions, he simply sits on his haunches and listens for what he might pick up.

[Word on the Street] Blood... it's what everything seemed to come down too. His relationship or whatever it was with Lee... Daniel's business with Izzy. For those from a tribe without it, it was hard to comprehend what all the fuss was about. But he couldn't ignore the strength of it.. the potency of blood when it sung forth it's presence. He himself had succumbed to it's allure, so he could understand the need to keep it strong.

He holds firm and looks down into those gleaming yellow eyes, so powerful it was almost impossible to keep his gaze. Lowering his eyes , as he grits his teeth At least that is what I deserve, for striking Joey he lifts his chin and for the second time exposes his throat to his Alpha I just do not understand your ways Alpha......please teach me so that I can be a better member of this pack. So I can stop questioning your methods and incurring your anger.

[Word on the Street] (( umm forgot Hatchet was in Crinos.. that should be - He holds firm and looks up ))

[End Transmission] The Ragabash feels the prickle of another addition coming toward them and swings about, her dark eyes gleaming in the moonlight as Broken Hammer appears and seems to absorb the scene without being a part of it. The Glass Walker pads around the carcass on the ground; holding her head higher than Joey and Nate as if she were contented enough with herself; if uneasy about what was happening between Alpha and Omega-wolf.

She sinks down beside Daniel, and, remaining in her Hispo form, huffs, as if realizing they weren't going to be finished any time soon so she might as well get comfortable.

[Hatchet] Joey is cleaning up the dead thing. This is the sort of job pack Omegas do: they do the grunt work, the dirty work, and they do it in accepting silence lest they get smacked down. One has to wonder if Hatchet, who has argued against having an Omega outright in the past, would do that or not. Echo and Daniel are watching, sister-mother and big brother observing for now as their Alpha bears down in crinos on the homidformed Galliard.

Aware of Daniel or not -- and how could he not be? -- Hatchet just snarls softly. If you want to avoid my anger, you are in the wrong pack. I am an angry wolf. Get used to it.

With that, he turns again, going back to helping Joey. He seems finished with that conversation, whether he and Nate have words again later or not.

[Face of Death] [headed bedward! thanks for the play, and good night!]

[Word on the Street] He lowers his chin and watches as Hatchet turns away from him. Almost a look of puzzlement on his face, it would seem that Word on the Street had some thinking to do. A final comment sent out on their totem link I have too much of the city in me. I need to be a better wolf.

Then he heads towards Joey and Hatchet as he shifts into his War Form and begins assisting with the clean up duties.

[Broken Hammer] When the immediate confrontation between Hatchet and Word on the Street ends, Broken Hammer speaks up into their minds -- cautiously.

Alpha, am I correct in thinking you have previously warned Word on the Street for attempting to court your kin without your permission, and now deny him the right to do the same?

[Hatchet] Hatchet doesn't leave the work by Joey to go over to Daniel when the Forseti speaks, as he did with Nate. He just answers mentally, tearing tentacles off the thing. I denied him nothing.

[Broken Hammer] Daniel thinks for a moment.

No, I suppose you have not. But you have withheld information of your trespass until he trespassed against you. Then and only then did you tell him what you did, and in the same breath, told him to leave off his rightful retribution so that he might escape yours. Alpha, where is the honor in that?

[Hatchet] Broken Hammer,

this time it's like a snap of his jaws in the air, unseen, unheard except by the other Sentinels. He flashes a look over his enormous shoulder at Daniel.

I roared at him for courting Lee. He was not my packmate then. He was not even a maybe-brother. I warned him then. I did not punish. He pack now.

He did not trespass on me tonight. He made stupid mistake, lost control. I made stupid mistake, lost control. If he want retribution, he can have it. But I will take retribution, then, for near-death of little sister. Do you understand now?

[Broken Hammer] I understand, Broken Hammer says in a tone that says he will argue further, but that is not right. You cannot choose whether or not to take retribution based on whether or not he does the same. Even if you do not intend it so, that smacks of blackmail. What's more, neither of you can choose whether or not to accept consequence for crime. The law does not bend to our whim. We cannot choose whether or not to uphold it based on how we feel. The law is the law, and if you break it, you must pay penance.

You have trespassed on the territory of another tribe, Alpha. You owe its elder contrition. He has trespassed on your territory in turn, by killing your packmate. It was unintentional and he was frenzied, and this should be taken into account when you decide what price you will ask; but action demands consequence, always. It would be dishonorable to do otherwise.

There's a pause.

I am not commanding you, Alpha, and I am certainly not taking the side of a brother too weak to stand for his own rights. But I am your packmate and a Half-Moon. I am counseling you on what I believe is honorable and wise. You can accept or reject it as you wish.

[Hatchet] Shut up, Daniel! It's a roar across the totemlink. Two of your packmates died and raged back tonight. There is a creature of the Wyrm half-dismembered in the middle of the street.

Pack is not Nation. Joey is not territory of mine. If she is, she also Nate's territory. Kinfolk are territory. But it not matter!

He sounds frustrated. With the waxing and waning of how much sense he's making, what grammar he's using or abandoning. He sounds frustrated with Daniel now, too. It not matter right this ... the word escapes him. Time! It not matter! Stop talking and help packmates first. Shut up.

[Word on the Street] Nate turns to look at his so-called pack brother You call it weakness.....I call it picking the battles you can win. But our Alpha has asked us to stop talking, so I will do so.

[Broken Hammer] The Forseti bolts to his feet at the first shout across the totemlink. His hackles are on end. His teeth are bared.

What is the matter with you, Alph --

and then he cuts off, turns on Nate, and lunges at him without another word. It's called redirection of hostility.

[End Transmission] Enough!

The Glass Walker is on her feet, her teeth snapping together. When Daniel lunges at Nate; Echo moves to stop him.

[Broken Hammer] [for the record, that will stop daniel immediately, in case that changes your posts! i don't wanna immediately post again *LOL*]

[Hatchet] Funnily enough, Daniel's the first one to ask him this. And something is definitely fucking wrong with Hatchet, has been since they faced those corrupted, brutal Talons. He doesn't know that Joey herself was affected; painfully enough, he was not so surprised by her acting against orders that he thought it strange enough to question.

Nate snits at Daniel, Daniel begins a question only to lunge at Nate, Echo springs to her feet and shouts that that's enough, Joey pauses by the tentacled creature -- or ignores them all -- and then

a vibrant, bearlike roar echoes all up and down Cabrini-Green.

Hatchet is not a slavering beast, even now. He has some sense. Not a lot. It's thin, especially when he's angry or aroused or worried. But it's there. He still has his intelligence, his reasoning, his will. He still has his awareness that these are his packmates. He has a great many things going for him, except for humanity, which he never had much of to begin with.

When he makes that sound, it isn't across the totemlink, it's a guttural, full-throated roar of dominance loud enough to make it seem like the walls of the buildings around them shudder. It echoes. It rebounds. It warns.

Be STILL.

Daniel is already standing down. Hatchet is all but shaking with fury, every drop of it leashed... as much as he can, right now.

Cleanse the body and the area. Get rid of the pieces. Return to the Brotherhood. We will sort this out there.

[Broken Hammer] At Echo's first clap of teeth, Broken Hammer aborts his lunge; turns away with such liquid ease that the swiftfooted wolf seems to have intended nothing more than that odd, arcing little leap from the start.

He paces, though, stifflegged, until Hatchet unleashes a roar that pins his ears to his head. He shows his teeth at the Bone Gnawer again, but keeps his silence and, for the meantime, bends his attention to their work.

[End Transmission] [Let's see if this will even work. Cleanse?]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP]

[Broken Hammer] [i halp!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[End Transmission] Not everyone is aware that End Transmission can Cleanse. She doesn't often do it, usually leaving it to Joey to perform the Rite after they battle; but tonight, be it because of the tension rattling to her core after that ungodly roar from their Alpha, or her clear agitation with both Nate and Daniel -- she assists Face of Death with it tonight.

Wordless but for that one snapped direction over the totem-link.

She works with a brutal kind of efficiently, Echo does, she doesn't snap at Daniel again, or at Nate but rather ignores them for the sake of getting rid of the taint so they can return home.

[Word on the Street] [ Cha + Rituals diff 7 - ME TOO ]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 7 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Word on the Street] [ SKip mine.. just checked char sheet]

[Hatchet] [charisma + rituals]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[Word on the Street] Their Alpha's roar causes his fur to almost bristle, the power and dominance unleashed causes him to stop.

The order had been sent out to not talk about it, thinking the matter was over... then Daniel lunged and was stopped by Echo. His eyes fixed on Daniel as the Fenrir challenges him with a stare.

He takes a moment, and then looks away returning to the task he was assigned. These matters would be handled later, for now he did his job.

[End Transmission] [eee, SCENE GUD. Thanks guys! I'ma wrap for echo there. :] ]

[Hatchet] The packmates cleanse. In silence, now all of them rather than just Joey. They've never been a perfectly harmonious pack. They never will be. There is no such thing, anyway.

Hatchet, for his part, helps the others Cleanse as Nate watches. His voice is silent over their link now. Soon enough they all have pieces of wyrm-creature to find ways of disposing of. They are sent off in different directions to do so, to burn or drown or bury what they have, to take it to the Wyrmpole as trophy, to get it the fuck off the streets.

--

Later.

He's waiting in his room for them. It's small, but it is the seat of their Alpha, his home, and few of them have ever been inside of it for very long. It's always been neat, and tidy: the bed made, his shoes lined up under it, books stacked on his desk. He stands inside and stares at what it's become:

a bloody rabbit carcass, picked to bones, on the desk. Books torn apart when the words got confusing or referenced things he didn't know. Pages litter the floor. He's had to clean up places he's urinated over the last week or so, so there's a smell of disinfectant in the air along with less pleasant ones. The window is open; the room is icy cold. The bed is a mess, pillow stiff from dried saliva as he's drooled in his sleep, the sheets shredded from claws. There's a large dent in one closet, a hole where he put his fist.

Hatchet waits for the others to arrive, surveying Room 1, hearing an echo in his head.

What is the matter with you?

[Hatchet] [Thank you guys for the RP! I'm looking forward to their Pack Meeting. We can do it on the Sentinels board since the next few days are gonna be busy for at least a couple of us. Whoever wants to start us off there, feel free to open the thread with your character's arrival at Hatchet's door.]

[Broken Hammer] [thanks for the scene guys! and w00t, to the boards!]