2018.01.07:Storm and Fury

Storm and Fury
The Final installment of the Black Helix saga
IC Date	December 25th, 2017
IC Time	The darkness before dawn, the storm still raging
Players	Sergei(st), Dragomir, Brooke, Halona, Ada, Pancake, Natalie
Location	The founder's residence, an estate out in the desert
Prp/Tp	Project- Black Helix
Spheres	Gaian
Theme Song	Red Light Kings - Born to Rise [1]

<OOC> Brooke says, "OUR SAGA BEGAN with a regular patrol around the Caern and we discovered poachers. They had a fomori with them, and cages with some trapped cubs. Sergei, Iris, Halona, and myself took them out, (with Iris getting hurt), and were able to keep one alive so Dragomir could come in and question him. After we got the cubs taken care of, got the prisoner to an undisclosed location in a cage, Dragomir questioned him further. He got intel on the situation. There was a breeding program, with more cubs and females held. Trying to gurantee only breeding true. We did recon in the storm both here and in the umbra, of the location. Got past security, took them out, saved the cubs and a very pregnant female, but seems someone got away out the back, so it is not mission accomplished yet."

<OOC> Sergei says, "Where we're at now- Going to the Founder's residence. His facility destroyed and his sons slain, he's hunkered down in his headquarters with what remains of his forces."

Having freed the cubs from the evil testing facility, the pack regroups and starts discussing how they're going to proceed from here. Jake and Hyo take the cubs to safety, ?and send back Natalie to assist? The large silvery-white dire wolf (Dragomir) pads around and seems to have caught a scent that upset him. He shifts back up to homid and looks about, "Defiant-Storm'rhya's stormcrow followed whatever was here back to the residence. The big house has complicated security and is surrounded by banes similar to what we dealt with here. Whatever was trapped here, seems to be stuck in Crinos and is currently raiding the perimeter and wrecking shit." Dragomir looks towards Sergei and says, "One way or another, they're alert now.. and whatever was trapped here, we might need to help as well." The Russian not wanting to speculate on what or who it might be it seems.

Natalie is sent back, yes, because you never know when a kitty cat might just be helpful. So the tall black girl arrives to help if she can!

"Lead us, Alpha. We are ready to take care of this." Brooke replies. "Give us direction and we can together to put an end to this and free whatever is trapped."

"With the Gauntlet between us, at least we only have to deal with one problem at a time," Ada says, looking, well- pensive. She gestures to a small bag tied around her neck. "If we should split up, I can lend this to someone, a healing Talen that was given to me by Journey. If I am... unconscious, feel free to use it," she says, flicking a little hair away from her eyes. "It is dedicated for all forms, it'll be on my body, unless someone takes it."

Iris stashed her purse and shawl somewhere safe, cause you can't take that shit raiding with you. The hippie gathers up with the pack to listen quietly while plans are made, attentive both for the mission ahead as well as to learn how this sort of thing is done.

Sergei was healed before Jake left, some gravel rubbed into the bullet hole to preserve the scar for a Rite of Wounding later. The night is dark, cold and snowy and Sergei is frowning "I do not like going into unscouted terrain for a battle like this but at least the storm his making us as hard to see for them."

Or almost impossible. Halona, even with her gray rather than white fur is hard as hell to spot, even when she's RIGHT there. She stays in her breed form for now, taking some comfort and warmth from it

Natalie has her own coat pulled tight, head down a bit, but she listens close. She glances up, looking at the group she's joining, trying to soak in as much detail as she can. She finally focuses on Dragomir and says, "Tell me what you need. If it's something I can pull off, I'll do it." She seems quite steady at the moment, if a bit cold.

Dragomir catches sight of Natalie coming, having been given word that she would be. "Greetings, we welcome the help. Not much time for introductions.. I'm Dragomir, rited Eye of the Storm.. " he gestures to Brooke, "Hushed Blaze," then the Halona, "Like the Wind," then to Sergei, "Howling Wind," then to Iris and says, "Mercy's Messenger." The Russian says, "We are raiding a residence where a powerful Black Spiral Dancer is, with his guards. We haven't had a chance to scout this area yet.. so we're going to need to be quick on our feet and work together." He offers towards Natalie, "Welcome to the mix." He turns to look towards Sergei and says, "Lets start physically scouting now then.." a glance towards Halona and says, "Get us some eyes on the area... keep distant, don't be seen." as if he had to tell her that.

Like the Wind nods, doing her blendyasfuck thing that she does, all but disappearing from view. She's there, but she's moving ahead. Natalie gets the slightest little nod of acknowledgement as she moves.

Natalie nods her head to Dragomir and offers, "Morning Mist. I can scout too. Just will have to shift, at least part way back, to tell you what I found." she smiles a little bit, pausing to see if Dragomir wants her to help with the scouting.

Howling-Wind is not as invisible as his packmate but he's stealthy enough in the snow. Sergei drops into Lupus form and heads off to follow her, nodding to Natalie for her to follow him.

Dragomir nods and motions towards Natalie and to Like the Wind (Halona), "Take Morning Mist with you... get us a layout, and a good count of what we're up against." Then he looks towards Ada and Iris, "Take a peek on the umbral side, see if we're dealing with proximity mines and the such like we did here." Then he looks back over towards Sergei and Brooke and says, "You two will have to take the Founder down.. I'm going to see about diverting this Crinos escapee if I can."

Hushed Blaze drops into Lupus for the scouting mission. She awaits direction as she will stand out with her red fur in this storm.

Morning Mist shifts into feline, and as she does, nearly blends into the surroundings as well. That pale grey coat of hers does quite well looking snow-like in this environment, the charcoal dots could simply be smudges of shadow. The sleek, long limbed cat bobs her head and falls in with Like the Wind, paws making little to no sound on the snow as she places them carefully.

Iris gets lupused up somewhere during this cause it's friggin cold. She twitches her ears in an affirmative sort of way and gets to her feet with a look to Ada and Jonathan, ready to go try and be sneaky and get some umbral intel.

"I have a spirit ally that can help scout." Jonathan says with a dip of his chin, "Either out beyond or in the umbral realms. Although I'm not sure how well a bird...even a Talon of Horus falcon will handle the storm beyond." the Silver Fang theurge mentions.

"If you're sending all of the Theurges into the Umbra, take this," Ada says, unhooking the pouch from her neck. She tosses it at Drago, then rolls her shoulders and swells up into the form of a small, brown Crinos. She stretches out her limbs one by one, then turns her attention to the others in her party and waits for their cue before venturing anywhere.

The umbra near the Residence is a mess. And easily apparently already under seige. The banes aren't fighting with the weaver spirits like at the lab, they've won that fight but the strange spirits that came in with the blizzard are fighting them pretty fiercely.

Iris slips through the gauntlet with ease and runs with the others to where they can just see the place and start getting all ninja around the edge of the grounds. <<At the lab place last time, they had set up mines or something in the land surrounding the place. Weaver spirits they'd been fighting with all corrupted and stuck with some kind of goo to act as alarms and who knows what else. They had a lot of traps like that and they corresponded a lot to some traps in the physical realm as well. Watch out for any of that weirdness.>>

Moving into the umbra, the young Silver Fang ahroun flexes a moment. He doesn't yet call on his spirit familiar, not wanting to bring an ally to danger until he knows what they may be getting into. He begins to circle slowly opposite the other, but trying to maneuver so at least one has quick access to protect his flank.

Cloud-Control doesn't slip in so much as stumble, and she gazes around the Umbral battlefield with unease. She crouches down into a brown ball and bristles from end to end, grunting under her breath. ~Wherever there's fighting, or the signs of fighting, you can guess that the traps have already been set off. You could look for ones that have gone off, and... make a guess?~ She makes a rumbly sound on the back of her throat, looking at the ground and sky, checking the perimeter from where she stands.

As the Umbral recon team starts their sweep, at first its hard to make anything out. The storm rages in the umbra as well and the fighting is pretty fierce. Some of the mines Iris mentioned to look for are present though. None of the motion sensors seem to be intact umbrally however.

<<That's true, yes, but just in case one hasn't been tripped.>> Iris says. Safety first! <<We should take turns peeking out into the physical to try and see if there's any mirrored traps though, things might be crazy and disarmed here, but not so much there.>> They can probably work out a good turn by turn looksee while they make their rounds, and try to make a pair of verbal and mental maps of the planes.

<<Sounds like a plan. Alternate through.>> Soars the Umbra agrees. <<Stay tight and make sure noone gets attacked when their attention is on the other side.>> the Silver Fang growls out.

Cloud-Control looks over what's going on, studying, then nods. <<The Banes seem to be holding a line. We can do a quick circuit around the place, see if there are any holes we can poke through. Or... we could also try making a distraction in a weak place to try and draw some across the Gauntlet, or to shift the Bane's attention so the spirits on the other side begin to gain ground. Either way, we shouldn't linger too long. We'll only know if we're spotted when we're attacked."

The team is able to make a sweep of the boundry, surveying the defensive line. The two layer map is compared and interestingly enough there's a few places where some of the physical defenses have been torn up and the spirit analouges look like they've been eaten. Something large, crinos large, is roving the storm but none of the umbral team have seen it yet.

Making due with the one thing she has to write on, Cloud-Control makes a small, rough map on her pawpad using the tip of her claw. The wounds would heal abruptly if she was healed, sure, but at that point the map itself would be less than useful. She glances around the Umbral storm, then peers down at her map, her fur ruffling in the invisible wind. >>I don't think we have enough brute force to make a useful attack here...<< she murmurs, peering at the storm spirits. <<And I don't have what I need to harness the Umbra to help us.>>

Soars The Umbra continues to keep an eye out, as keen an eye as he can. Not good enough to spot the crinos. <<At some point this place will need to be attacked though...brute force may not be the answer...>>

Iris bobs her head and says, <<Exactly why we're mapping and the Wendigo are scouting the physical land.>> she tells Soars, and once Cloud Control has things on her pawpad she adds, <<Great, let's get this back to the alpha!>>

The sneaky team in the physical world is marking out the boundry as best they can through the storm. They find some signs of violence, a couple of two person patrols half shredded and buried in the snow. Halona finds a few busted craters where burried explosives once were. Natalie finds some too, but buy falling through a snow drift and having to dig her way out. She's just about free when she hears footsteps far too heavy to be Halona's wolf form approaching but not right on top of her. As Halona approaches she hears the steps as well and they both hear a snarling mechanical voice, a digital vocoder in english overlaying the actual speaker in garou >>You should not be here.<< And an enormous....thing looms out of the storm.

<OOC> Howling-Wind says, "visual aid http://img00.deviantart.net/ec03/i/2010/129/c/4/cyber_wolf_alpha_by_vermithrax40.jpg"

Not seen! Yay! Halona freezes briefly but then circles around to the side, trying to get a little closer to Natalie, but back behind.

Morning Mist is startled into a heartbeat of stillness when that /thing/ addresses her. But since she's been spotted, she doesn't try for stealth any more so whirls to flounder out of the drift and find traction so she has some kind of footing to manuever on, going so far as to dig claws in to find that purchase.

The cybernetic crinos keeps distance with Morning Mist but he doesn't seem to try to get any closer, the digital vocoder making him intelligble to her >>Why are you here? You should leave.<<

Like the Wind freezes as she gets a good look at this big ole puppy. She edges forward just a little bit and gets a sniff. As long as she's CAREFUL, hunkered down as she is, all but buried in the snow, inching along, she should stay hidden. Over the pack link, she says, with totally neutral tone, <<Dragomir, what is your position? Can you see me? And also, no one move an inch.>>

Dragomir has been waiting to hear back from the groups, while trying to encourage Brooke to do some on the fly programming for getting them past security and psyching up Sergei for battle by poking him in the bullet hole or something. >>I can't see you.. I can never see you.. but you're on the other side of the Estate according to Merlin. What's wrong?<< he says over the pack-link.

Morning Mist whirls to face said beast thing that knows she's there, bristling. As she bristles, she seems to swell, form shifting into a larger, fiercer cat. Canines (or let's face it, felines) extend so that they reach below her bottom jaw, hooked fiercely, bulk swells and spots blur into splotches until a big ole sabre cheetah is in her place. She doesn't bother to say anything to a wolf cyber-something. It probably couldn't understand her anyway. Instead she rumbles a growl in the back of her throat, backing up a slow step.

Like the Wind maneuvers herself slowly down and back and behind and gets herself into the optimum pouncing position. She doesn't make any sudden moves, just being very careful, VERY VERY sneaky, like ZOMG sneaky. She could probably bite this guy on the ass and he still wouldn't see her. She contemplates it, ever so briefly, but then holds her position. <<My Alpha, I am standing about six feet behind a being who I am nearly certain is your brother. He looks like you, he SMELLS like you, but he is NOT you. He is speaking to Morning Mist and telling her she shouldn't be here, but he does not seem aggressive. I am in a position where right now, I could tak---- Misty just shifted to her cri---cha----big cat form. I think there is about to be an attack. Advise me, Alpha. RIGHT now or I make this decision on my own.>> Halona isn't normally so aggressive or forward, but she's READY to do something.

Dragomir is always calm.. level-headed, in control. The Eye, of every Storm they seem to face. A tactician, a strategist.. and yet, as the words come over the pack-link there is a broken moment. A flash in blue eyes, which seem to go cold and a fury that emits both audibly and over the link as Rage overcomes him and he swells into a War form he rarely if ever takes. This is not the Alpha they are used to seeing, this is one tormented by the Beast at his heels.

The cyber wolf straightens up when Morning Mist shifts and he shakes his head slowly, not approaching >>I am not here for you. Speak your purpose and I will know it. What was done to me is good for some things.<<

Morning Mist stills as well, other than the tip of her stubby tail twitching. She finally utters in feline >> Just looking around. << Intense dark honey colored eyes remain locked on the creature in front of her, every hair on her body standing on end, which makes her look even bigger. Hey. The answer might work. Cats are curious creatures after all.

<<My Alpha, I mean no disrespect, but STAY WHERE YOU ARE. You cannot be rational in this moment. Brooke. Get back to him, relay this to the others who can't hear.>> Halona moves when the crinos wolf does, staying behind him, stalking him, ready to pounce the shit out of him

Hushed Blaze hears the call from Halona and heads over to Eye of the Storm. She shifts to Crinos with her Alpha and says, <<We have got this. Trust us.>>

Iris arrives with the umbral gang back to the meeting point just then, a little thrown off by the wordless activity she drops in on, although surely Ada gave her and Jon a heads up about the issue with the cyberwolf. That being the case, Iris hunkers down and tries to be still and unseen while maybe Ada attempts to distract Dragomir with her pawpad map of things. Look, tactical stuff!

Iris arrives with the umbral gang back to the meeting point just then, a little thrown off by the wordless activity she drops in on, although surely Ada gave her and Jon a heads up about the issue with the cyberwolf. That being the case, Iris hunkers down and tries to be still and unseen while maybe Ada attempts to distract Dragomir with her pawpad map of things. Look, tactical stuff! (re)

Soars The Umbra crosses over with the others. He isnt in on everything said and so prepares for the worst, staying low and ready to pounce on an enemy if necessary.

The red crystal in the housing over the cyber-wolf's heart glows briefly and he says >>Deceptive but not lying. Nicolai will be sending out another Creature or two soon, tell me you are not alone.<<

Eye of the Storm is almost washed completely over with Rage, and yet he manages to snarl out his Call to Duty to all the Gaian spirits within miles. He bellows with violent trembling anger as he demands their service to attack the Wyrm. Lifting his clawed hand towards the building and growls his order, <<Kill them all.>> it's cold, cruel, vicious. This Founder is responsible for what has become of his Brother. It just got very personal for this Silver Fang. He probably should have done something smart.. like invoke Luna's Armor, or activated Resist Pain.. something, but he doesn't. Instead he takes advantage of Spirit of the Fray, and before anyone CAN stop him - he's charging! Eye of the Storm throws back his head and lets out a furious howl into the air, let them know he's coming - let them hear the thunder on the horizon, as the Falcon sweeps in.

<<SOMEONE TELL ME SOMETHING GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!>> That was Windy, over the pack link.

When Eye of the Storm sends the Call to Duty there is a moment of stillness as his howl blasts across the country side, for a moment the only sound. Then there's an answering howl in an archaic dialect but still intelligble A Silver Fang General howling a summons to battle and those sensitive to such things can feel a rift between worlds, a shadow bridge Open to somewhere far away. Then from the North, the north of the compass and the cold dark canibbal cold of the soul, comes another howl. Those present at the lab facility would have heard a much smaller echo of this cry from Howling-Wind. Something ancient and terrible hunts Gaia's enemies in the storm and the Alpha of Terminal Velocity has Called it to feast >>WENDIGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!<<

Cloud-Control tries to show the map to her Alpha, but he's gone ( in more ways than one ) by the time she reaches him. For a fleeting second she thinks about tackling him, but she knows better than to try. The Theurge draws in a deep breath through her nose, her chest billowing out, then turns on her heel to look over at the two Garou with her. ~We go,~ she says, sounding about as enthused as anyone else would be to chase after a half-mad Garou on a blood vendetta.

>>Well, we're fucked. Duck down. Ride it out. Wait til it's done.<< And then Windy literally just dunks herself in the snow and wigglewigglewiggles to get actually IN the snow but to keep her vantage point. She's watching that crinos. As much as she'd like to join in her tribe mate's howl, she doesn't make a sound.

Hushed Blaze chases after her Alpha, not close enough to stop him, but watching to be sure he does not totally lose it - and if he does - take over as she is his Beta.

Morning Mist doesn't answer the creature because, well, the howl probably answers just as well as she could. She starts backing away again, the growl rumbling deep in her chest. She's really, really thinking being where she is could be a really bad idea!

Iris splits off just slightly to chase after Brooke, she knows and trusts that red fur ball so it makes sense to her. She grows in bulk on the way into hispo, juuuuuuuust in case some shit gets a little too close and needs some biting.

The Cyber-wolf who was once called 'Dmitri Michael Mihailovich' hears something that stirs what he now uses for blood and he snarls >>No more hiding, no more running.<< He looks off in the direction his ancestor's how came from and whispers >>Live with honor.....<< and takes a deep breath and howls >>DIE WITH GLORY!<< Before charging at the back of the manor house in a mirror of Dragomir's charge.

Well, when everyone else takes off running, it only makes sense for Soars the Umbra to join them. Quickly he launches himself forward and gives chase as well. Totem links. God they are useful, and right now he makes due with body language.

From the sky also comes the umbral cry of an enormous number of birds of prey. Surely not so many were in range but when a pack totem and warrior gaffling call for reinforcements some are bound to show up.

Morning Mist looks, well. Surprised when the cyber crinos turns to run toward the manor. Big kitty swings her head around, looking around briefly before turning to lope after the cyber-crinos wolf. This is a turn!

The banes are pretty well screwed as the spiritual hosts slam into the defensive line and they roll right over it. The front doors to the manor explode outward and two of the Black Helix monstrous fomori come charging to meet Dragomir and those with him.

Hushed Blaze charges along, ready to fight side by side with her Alpha and all those willing.

Like the Wind actually WILL fight once she comes across someone, but she's keeping a CLOSE eye on woof boy. She won't get far from him. Yeah, it breaks her cover, but sometimes ya gotta

Dimitri, Like the Wind and Morning Mist are around the back of the house charging towards a heavy looking reinforced door. All the rest of the gaian garou are around front charging at where the big main double doors used to be and two large monstrous fomori (like the ones from the lab and the one from the woods that almost killed iris) are now charging out. All the while the Founder's minions are engaged in battle both physical and spiritual with the allies Called to Duty.

The Founder himself has yet to make an appearance.

The Eye of the Storm stands ready to take the attacks from the Fomori, and unclenches his taloned fists which gleam suddenly with silver. He snarls lowly, barely keeping his rage under control..

Like the wind skips and dances around, using the big-ass crinos as cover. As she gets to the metal door, she grabs it with her teeth, sets her feet and jerks herself backwards, tearing the door wide open with a snarl and a scary 'rawr' of effort.

Howling-Wind lets his Alpha's call to battle and command to kill fill him with bloodlust. And then howl of his tribe's totem rises with the warcry of his pack's totem and he shifts to Crinos with blistering speed and hits one of the fomori fang dagger first. The creature's chest caves in and blood mixed with bone and vicsera explode everywhere >>WENDIGOOOOOOOO!<<

Cloud-Control moves in on the heels of her packmates and of those with her, remaining mostly at the back, using them as a screening force to keep her hide in one piece- she's a healer, not a fighter. But she moves forward with a snarl and takes a shot at one of the giant Fomori, her claws scraping off it's form without causing any real damage. It's good that all that training has paid off!

When Like the Wind tears the back door off, opening the way for her allies they see a group of soldiers reloading ammo clips looking more than a little surprised.

Morning Mist leaps through the door when she sees enemies loading for attack! No doubt they intended to come out and surprise those in the front, but surprise! Big sabre-cheetah barrels through the door and leaps at one of the soldiers, maw opening and those incredibly long, sharp teeth sink into flesh.

The large Cyber-wolf is not looked at with recognition, only horror. Between his advancing and the leaping were-cat the reloaders don't know wtf to do. Dimitri grabs one by the neck and squeezes till his head comes completely off.

The Silver Fang theurge is a warrior, like all Garou. Gaia's storm, her tempest of battle. But he is no Ahroun and that much is quite apparent when his claws bounce helplessly off his target and he whirls with a snarl to be ready to strike once again. Sours the Umbra already whirling for his continued battle.

Eye of the Storm grunts as the Fomori's attack strikes him, feeling the sharp claws rend at his white fur - and yet the rage only seems to boil more within him. The fury of his bloodline come to fruition. Eye of the Storm snarls back at the Fomori in response.

Hushed Blaze attacks the Fomori lunging for it's head to try and bite it off. She hits and yet it is too strong this time. She wanted to crunch!

Mercy's Messenger adds herself to the swarm surrounding the surviving fomori, she makes an excellent diversion if nothing else.

Soars the Umbra, or Sours as he will be known after today's performance continues his harrying attacks. And they are little more than that, directing the enemy in one way or the next perhaps but ineffective.

Like the wind leaps through the door and pounces the last soldier. She doesn't QUITE manage to bite his neck in half, but she does take a pretty big chunk out of the man's throat before she goes on barrelling past for MOAR

The fury of attacks from the Fomori, lands yet another claw attack on Dragomir and he growls out in pain. Okay, that's starting to hurt. Now he's really pissed.

Howling-Wind snarls as the fomori turns a few blows his direction, the first claw-strike takes a chunk out of him and catches the second claw with his hand like he's giving a highfive and just gives the creature a look like 'yes, and?'

The battle rages around the group and the forces of gaia are striking some mighty blows in her name. However they are taking some of the same and some of the spirits are being forced to fall back (none of the named ones yet)

As Dimitri howls in the back of the house and the frame shakes a giant crack appears in the floor of the main hall inside the shattered doors. A few more blows strike it from underneath and an enormous crinos leaps out of the basement. Nicolai Tvarich howls his defiance in the teeth of the storm and the ancestors as stalks towards Eye of the Storm.

The Founder's war form is almost fifteen feet tall and covered in greyish green scales, he has become something dark and terrible. An avatar of the dragon of corruption.

Dimitri throws back his head and howls in wordless fury, the red crystal implanted in his chest glowing and a beam blasts forth and....scatters harmlessly against the founder's back. Apparently they thought of that.

Eye of the Storm has no interest in the Fomori, that isn't why he is here. He violently shoves past the Fomori and charges towards The Founder, springing out of the way of the massive Avatar of the Wyrm's claw attack and springs up at his jugular. The Silvery-White War Form snaps his jaws onto The Founder's throat and growls violently in hopes of taking him down, or at the very least knocking him down - just as he practiced with Pack-tactics. He snarls over the pack-link <<Target appendages... like we trained.>>

Like the wind launches herself at the Founder. She flies through the air with the greatest of ease and... latches onto the Founder's nutsack. Body dangling slightly, she SHAKESHAKESHAKES

Morning Mist launches herself roughly the time Like the Wind does. As the Founder takes one in the sack, Natalie gets the back of his thigh, ripping at his hamstring with a ferocious growl.

Howling-Wind is going for speed rather than straight power and he lands a slash but he doesn't cut in far enough to matter.

Howling-Wind is a big threat, even as his allies and pack mates swarm around the fomori and it lashes out at him sending him staggering back but he snarls with rage and does not fall.

Hushed Blaze lunges again, still trying to pop that damned head off of the Fomori, but it still will not come off even when she chomps right on it. What is this thing made of???

Howling-Wind comes in for another slash, going for volume of strikes and this time his blade bites through the armor and spills the fomori's blood.

Hushed Blaze really digs in deep, biting and gnawing on this things head...Why will it not pop off? Come..off..you...stupid...*&^*&*&(#!!!

Eye of the Storm snarls, furious and unwilling to yield. Struck by the Avatar of the Wyrm's claws and nearly killed - but Rage alone keeps him burning on and fighting strong. He watches his pack fight strong, his brother in his peripheral vision and he growls. <<Live for Honor. Die for Glory!>> over the pack link and goes all in. The crinos'd wolf growls and plants his silver talons onto the shoulders of the massive crinosed beast and wrenches violently at his throat. A toxic slime spray bursts from his neck, spraying over Eye of the Storm's face and body as he rips and tears at the head of the beast. A growl of pain, of rage, of hatred, of anger, of love.. even as the Wyrm crinos starts to heal, he refuses to give it quarter - and finally a sickening pop is heard and he tears off the head of the Founder and pulls it to the ground with a furious snort and the smell of burning fur all over him.

Alpha's got it. Halona jerks back as Dragomir attacks and she just prepares to back his play.. or take someone down or.. whatever needs to be done

During the battle with B the Bastard, Iris notices way too much fluid coming out of Dragomir. Well and Sergei, but she noticed Dragomir first. Fucking men, always spewing everywhere and dying. Ugh. So she leaves off her thus far ineffectual but totally annoying biting of the femora to rush to her faux alpha's aid, in hispo. She can't lay hands on the crinos in hispo, but she can jam her nose right up Main Street. Behold, the ass sniff of HEALING! Let me blow the spark of life into your bottom, sir.

Hushed Blaze still gnaws and gnaws and GNAWS on this damn fomori head. She's getting really pissed off now. Damn thing is GOING to be a trophy.

Like the wind spins around and launches herself at the Fomori. It's almost an incidental thing. She BITES, turns her head, tears out a hunk of throat and spits it out and flops her tongue all around her face to try and get some of the gross out

Howling-Wind howls in victory as the last foe falls and sits down heavily as the scattered pockets of conflict across the battle field taper off and stop.

Iris doesn't have time to watch the thingie drop, she turns from EotS's healed up and baby fresh crinos butt to rush around to Sergei to stab her nose into his neck and stop his leaking. A quick assessment and aw shit, Cloud Cover's leaking now, too! Damn it! Totally ruined the 'chicks don't get hurt' streak we had going here!

Cloud-Control can't help it. Her very first instinct is to cringe and pull away, snarling, much of her shoulders, chest, and some of her face covered in the clinging, burning soup. She resists the urge for all of a second, then she skitters off to the side and shakes like a wet dog to get it off. It helps, a little, but anyone moving any closer might want to wait until she's done.

Eye of the Storm shifts around, watching and seeing the destruction all around. The Founder fallen at his feet, and a glance to Iris when she heals him and nods his head. Communicating a grunt of satisfaction as his Vengeance has been won. He turns then, to look towards the cybered wolf - a sturdy gaze given towards the other wolf as he steps towards him and growls at the sight of the metal all over his body. The Silver Fang is well-known to be Weaver-phobic, and yet.. something even more offensive is sensed when his nostrils flare. He hasn't spoken yet, what words can he even say here?

When the Founder falls and collapses back into his human shape. Still headless but human sized and shaped

Dimitri is like wise stunned, uncertain how he lived through that and seeming perhaps unsure what happens next.

When the carnage is laid about and Halona is done trying to wipe her tongue on her fur. She takes a minute to gather herself and finally focuses on EotS and then Dimitri. Back and forth

Hushed Blaze is still pissed she did not get to be the one to take down the Fomori, but she knows she needs to do other stuff. She heads over to her Alpha and his brother. She has /got/ to check out this tech.

Iris is still business first, and goes from Sergei to Cloud Cov Ah god ew what! Okay, she waits a sec to avoid splash damage... THEN goes over to give her a bit of Theurge love. When the dust settles and things seem more or less 'safe's, she shifts to her breed form again because thumbs are awesome. "WOO!" she cries and does a little victory dance. "We should do a little Clean... zing... I think.." she says, trailing off with sudden heavy distraction as she gets a gander at the dead Founder and starts moving towards him, head tilted to the side in a 'what? nooooo, surely not...' expression of shocked surprise.

Eye of the Storm stares at the other wolf, in many ways a reflection of himself. A horrific and mutated depiction of what he would be, could be, might become. He steps forward, ice blue eyes stare with disbelief. Calm. Dreadfully and deeply calm he studies the brother he admired, chased after, looked up to. The Garou he always compared himself to. >>I, am Dragomir Nicholas Mihailovich, rited Eye of the Storm. Fostern born on two legs beneath the half moon, Silver Fang of Clan Crescent Moon. Son of Nicholas Mihailovich, son of Michael Mihailovich - rited Frozen Night, son of Nicholas Mikhailovich II, son of Michael Mikhailovich - rited Falcon's Beak, son of Nicholas Mikhailovich - rited The Frozen Death, son of Michael Nocolavich, son of Nicholas I, rited Zheleznaya Gora. I am Alpha of Terminal Velocity, Children of Merlin.<< <<You, wear the skin of a great man. My brother, my friend, my twin. Dmitri Michael Mihailovich, first born son rited Moon Caller was a theurge. He was better than me in every way, and my Hero.>> Then without ceremony, warning, or even flinch - the half-moon makes judgement. The silver claw lifts suddenly and punches the claws through the heart light of the beast and he growls. <<May he run forever a Hero.>>

The cyber wolf monstrosity stops looking confused as Dragomir begins to speak and he straightens up to stand tall. And as the shattered crystal consumes him in a cascade of crimson power he says >>Thank you.<<

Oh. Wait. What just happened? What? Halona looks briefly confused and then.. that... and.. Oh dear. Halona pads over to Dragomir, taking up a spot behind him and she tips her head back and lets out a long, low howl.

Hushed Blaze looks quite sad, watching Eye of the Storm. She leans her head back and joins in the howl with Like the Wind. Loss is never good, but release, peace, and some answers are the best thing to come out of this.

<Terminal Velocity> Eye of the Storm whimpers an agonizing pain in his mind and over the link, subconsciously struck by the decision he just had to make... a judgement that would sting for a long time.

Howling-Wind joins the howl as well, the pack rising to mourn with their Alpha.

<Terminal Velocity> Like the wind transmits support. That's really all she can do. There are no words or thoughts that could possibly comfort her Alpha, so she doesn't really try.

Cloud-Control howls- but for a different reason, the sound of her augmented by a low sizzling sound and the thrash of her body on the ground. The Crinos rolls around a little, capturing some of the exchange, but not commenting on it. Even if she was in a place where she could, she doubts that her Alpha would welcome her input one way or another on the very personal matter.

Eye of the Storm finally steps back, taking a moment to look at his claw and the realization of the choice he made. In truth, he knew this was how it was going to end.. in his heart, he knew he'd have to face this without Elder's aid. He had to be strong enough to do it. Yet being strong enough, made it hurt all the more. Finally he rolls his head back, and howls low and deep for his brother. His howl tells the story of his Hero, and bellows out the Honor restored... revenge achieved. The solemn moment happening between brothers, or once-brothers depending on how you want to look at it, isn't lost to Iris. This is a hell of a moment for Dragomir, there's no denying that and it touches her in a profound and sort of squishy way. But, she's having her own moment to herself at the same time, sharing her attention between them and the dead founder. The moment the cyber wolf is dead and her own howl of mourning has been made, she feels it's safe to make her own moves. She rushes to crinos, and with brute strength, possibly force of will, and a LOT of rage, sets about ripping the hands off the Founder's corpse, holding them both in one of her own huge hands, the other used to hike up her wolf bush, thrust her hips out and wee right on the body. The man's already dead but fuck it, she deserved a lick or three. And he owes her those god damned hands.

Brooke gathers everyone around that took part in the battle and together they stand with Dragomir over the body of his now departed brother. His spirit now released and free from the bonds that held him here in such misery due to the BSD that is dead now, Brooke leads them all in a howl to mourn Dmitri, and honor him has a Hero, his soul at peace finally. They all join in for this solemn occasion.