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Hector emits a low whine. Ears flat his head bobs up and down. Tongue no longer lolling in a maw that has suddenly gone from comedic to serious.
<<Death. I See. Bones and blood. Shadow landscape>>
What a mouthful. He has to stop and pause while he churns the words out through his snout. Growling, he bounds after Kid.
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Not good. Understatement.
Viola's hackles rise, what the fuck could be the cause of this?!
<<Bone. Blood. Death.>> comes her guttural growl, <<Spiderweb tracks leading that way.>> her head jerks enough to note the direction, but her dead eyes, for once full of life, are seeking, searching.
Uneasily she follows Kid.
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The wolves, still within the embrace of the material world, have no trouble finishing the trek to the brick railyard buildings, sitting desolate and abandoned, with ancient tracks leading deep into their bowels. And, following those tracks, the wolves manage to slip into the building. The dust hangs in the air, as well as cat piss, rat droppings, the fading scent of blood, and...something else. Something that seems to curl up inside their noses, something that reminds them of syrup and black rot, though what the smell could be coming from, the wolves weren't sure. It wasn't from the locus, though, thank Luna...
No, the locus smelled the same as when Kid had first gotten a whiff of it, all blood and entrails, cracked bones and fading life, and it was coming from...one of the tracks. The oldest of the tracks, a particularly discolored thing that seemed to vibrate faintly, as though a train was coming round the bend...though there was no bend.
They'd found it. A gateway into the Shadow.
All they had to do now was step sideways...
To step sideways: spend an essence, or roll intelligence+presence+primal urge-2 (daytime). Wits+occult+primal urge-2 to determine the resonance.
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Presence
Distinctive Voice
Eidetic Memory
Trained Observer
ContactsKid pads alongside one of the tracks, warily, into the abandoned building.
The smell of the place causes his hackles to rise. Blue eyes search the shadowy interior, but it's his nose that tells the true story. The spiritual scent of gore and death is there, beneath the more mundane odors. And Kid follows, honing in on the Locus, approaching that strange, aged piece of track.
<<Here>> he growls, dipping his head to sniff at the track.
There's only so much they can do from this side, though. Only so much they can discover in the world of Flesh.
<<Far'huf.>> It's not quite a command, not quite a question. More a statement of fact. He would offer to be the pathfinder, but they are no true pack. Not yet. Not without a totem. So it will have to be each for themselves, unfortunately.
If and when the others agree, the Kid-Wolf will focus on the gauntlet, willing his form to fade from one side of that barrier and appear on the other.
WP: Essence: 
Primal Urge: ●●
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Hector remains silent. His snout to the ground, he sniffs and snorts as he follows the tracks. Only once does his head tilt when he encounters the vibrations.
<<Cross Gauntlet. Now>>
The Iron Master growls in response. Without waiting for further comment he vanishes in a surge of muscle and an economy of movement.
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Steady steps bring Viola to where Kid leads them.
Though when both bark out the need to leave the realm of flesh, the Rahu feels stupid and slow. It's not a simple thing to her, not like it apparently is for them, in fact her desires to leave the flesh behind is fleeting and weak. She needs to reach down and expend the scant amount of essence she'd managed to gather for herself just so she could join the others.
Her mouth opens as she scents the air, trying desperately to know, to figure out just what the fuck everything felt like, or why, or whatever, but. She can't.
Lowly she growled at herself.
stupid and slow
a shadow of a memories of her pack, she was never-ever good enough to be the Ritemaster's daughter.
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Iseult also spends 1 essence.
The smell of essence filling their noses, the wolves slipped across the Gauntlet, their forms blurring and losing coherence as they attuned themselves to the energy thrumming through the locus, and only a few moments later, their lupine forms coalesced...in the Shadow.
The locus that they'd been drawn to, the locus that they used to cross over, appeared much the same as it did on the other side, though here the discolored steel was not from rust, but from gore. Dried blood and crushed bones decorated the tracks, fitting for the resonance of predation that suffused the area. In fact, somewhere off in the shadows, the wolves could here the sound of cat-spirits on the hunt. Or, perhaps more accurately, they heard the death squeaks of rat-spirits, and the ruffle of soon to be stilled wings.
Though, it was not just animal spirits that had been killed here. Much, much larger bones were scattered all about, lying atop blood and oil stains. And, what was worse, many of the bones appeared to be human. Many, but not all.
Some? Some were the bones of wolves...
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Presence
Distinctive Voice
Eidetic Memory
Trained Observer
ContactsThe Spirit Wilds. As always, Kid is overwhelmed with a sense of being home and very much in danger. It's a contradiction, but one that he's come to accept, that defines his experience of the Shadow.
And that feeling of danger is only enhanced by the predatory resonance of the locus. Sure, the bones and gore are unnerving. But it's the feeling of predation that suffuses the place that really puts the Kid-wolf on edge.
Indeed, he's so keyed up that he almost unconsciously shifts into monstrous Urshul form. Throughout the transformation, he keeps moving, investigating the interior of the Shadow-Building, sniffing at the piles of bones, eyes searching the shadows for the heard-but-not-seen cat spirits.
<<Careful>> he growls in the First Tongue. The timber of his voice is lower now, a rumbling that comes from deep within his giant body.
WP: Essence: Primal Urge: ●●
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Hector comes to a grinding halt once he crosses over, such is the sensory shock. He recovers fairly quickly but his action robs him of the chance to make further comment. Snorting, he blinks and shakes his head, ears flapping wildly. Till he brings his jangled and entangled senses under control.
He makes a disgusted noise as the resonance of the locus assails his nostrils.
By then, of course, Kid is moving again. Growing. Changing.
Hector takes a position on the Menina's flank, eyes watering and nose twitching. He doesn't shift into another form, preferring the Urhan's lighter build and agility over the Urshul. And he makes a good balance for Kid who is leading the way.
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Obviously.
A thought, without heat, growled out within her mind. There was more important things to take care of then her needling her fellow Meninna.
Hector veers one way, and Voila moves to take up the position on Kid's opposite flank.
Ears twitch, hoping to catch a hint of a sound, eyes track, though Voila knows she'll trust her nose over whatever her eyes might spy. Nose twitches at the thought, and her mouth opens, tasting the foul air.
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