Post by ezeekial on Feb 28, 2010 1:44:34 GMT -5
Eric rode up towards fang bangers, feeling the rumble of the iron steed beneath him as he drove. he moved the bike near the fountain, before turning the beast off with a putter of his otherwise roaring engine. He stepped off, swinging the kickstand out, inspecting the thing a few moments, before letting out a sigh. It was close. he felt the call of the moon so very near him, as he looked to the woods. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was about to come. And thus, he set off, determined. It was time. He walked then into the woods, pulling his shirt from his body as he walked. He tossed it on the ground, unneeded. And to the Lupanar he went.
Ezeekial Jonstone walked casually out toward the Lupanar, making a quick stop at his cabin, his arms loose at his sides. As soon as he disappeared into the trees he dropped his shields letting his energy drift out into the woods around him. Once arriving to the Lupanar, he kicked off his boots, tossing them aside against the large stone wall. He moved over to the struggling deer that Lanier had tied up and placed beside the deadened tree and knelt, pulling the large hunting knife from his back pocket where he had shoved it. He had made several calls as of late to other packs, talked to Vargamors, Ulfrics, and Lupas. He owed a lot of favors for the information gathered, but if this worked... It would be worth it. He grabbed the deer's ears tightly and craned it's neck back, resisting the urge to simply tear that throat out with his mouth and placed the knife against it's throat, drawing a deep clean line across it. In the moonlight the spray of blood that swathed across the base of the tree was still dark, but it glistened , wet and sweetly metallic. He would have spread the blood on the stone that held the Munin, but it was dead. His hand that held the knife was drenched in blood. He let his fingers leave the Deer's ears, the head falling back to the ground with a soft limp thud and another wash of blood. This was "first death" as the Vargamor he had spoken to had told him. He felt the energy building to an almost feverish pitch as the blood absorbed into the bark, only then did he place his bloodied hand against the blade of the knife and slice his palm. It always took blood or death for magic to work, and his was just as good as any. The sting from the cut didn't bother him, he just simply flattened his hand as the blood welled up, then placed his hand against the tree, sending his energy into it as he had been told. The burst of power raised the hackles on his wolf and the hairs on the back of his neck, pulling a growl from his throat that turned into a long deep howl. The call had been made, and now every Lukoi, every wolf in the area would feel it and come.
Terial Moonites: Finally, he'd arrived. As he made his way into the secluded area, he spotted Lanier and Jared. He watched from a short distance away, and felt the odd energy. Well, he was already there. He sighed a bit, finally approaching them, feeling his wolf tugging at him, snarling and snapping to be let free, to be let out to play. And the smell of the blood! Oh! So very very enticing! But of course Eric would suppress such instincts, holding his Wolf down with a growl of his own. He then approached them, looking upon Jared's hand, so drenched in the blood of the freshly killed deer. He ran his fingers over the Medicine pouch around his neck, the object he was never without. He looked to Lanier, nodding to her, followed by a nod to Jared.
Lanier Cerise watched Jared from the sidelines as he preformed the call. She closed her eyes as she felt the call reverberating within her. She smiled enjoying the feeling. She opened her eyes as she slid off her sneakers that she had loosely tied. For this night, she had taken her hair out of the complicated configuration it typically was in and drew the long tendrils into a long braid down her back that she had tied with a brown leather cord. She knew she would have to untie it when it was time to shift but it was all right for now. She drew her gaze to Eric and nodded silently to him but for now her gaze ended upon Jared with a smile
Ezeekial Jonstone ended the howl, his head dropping as he swallowed. This was why he had his oh so deep voice. His vocal chords had never shifted back completely after one round of "training" at the facility. He stood, a little shakily after expending so much of his own energy in that large a burst and turned, both icy blue eyes, having bled to his wolf in the process now looking between the two. Sure and easy steps carried him to Lanier before he lifted his bloody hand to his mouth and licked along his palm, then reached out and placed a bloody finger print on her right cheek. "Freki." His voice rumbled as he offered his hand to her, his blood mixed with that of the deer's. He had never attempted to actually "feed" a pack before, only a few Ulfrics could do it. But blood was blood.
Terial Moonites: Eric watched in stone silence, having done enough of his own research to understand what unfolded before him. He was still several yards away, arms calmly crossed over each other, despite his wolf's chaotic behavior. And so he watched. Even if energy was held within for now, his face not betraying him in the slightest.
Lanier Cerise nodded to him as her expression grew serious. "I graciously accept the title of Freki." She gently took her hand within his and lowered her face to his hand simply taking him at his offer. She closed her eyes as she licked at his hand till it was clean and then looked to the wound where it still bled and gently sucked upon the wound drawing his blood into her mouth.
Ezeekial Jonstone kept his hand loose in her grasp, but looked at Eric while she cleaned his hand, his face and body completely neutral. Eventually he pulled his hand away from Lanier slowly. "It would seem that the others are too far away to hear the call." Or they had ignored it. He didn't say it but he knew he wasn't entirely welcome here. Not by all of them. "I was going to give them a chance to challenge tonight, or to set up a champion since I did not win my position by defeating a previous Ulfric." He paused, glancing down at his hand for a second as it itched, beginning to heal then returned his icy blue eyes to Eric. "What about you Eric? Would you challenge me tonight?" He wasn't hiding himself now, his energy remaining that pleasantly warm neutral of a summer breeze that smelled of lemon grass.
Lanier Cerise licked at her lips as she drew away from the wound. She slowly turned her eyes to Eric as she listened to Jared's words. She knew now was the ultimate opening to Eric to let him challenge Jared. She quirked her brow at his words yet she said nothing as she stood there quietly.
Terial Moonites: ::Eric looked calmly to Jared, cocking his head slightly. His own eyes were lupine already, as they always were. "How am I to challenge you if I am not pack? It seems that you made it quite clear that was necessary..." Eric voice was deep, as usual, though not as deep as Jared's. He'd not performed the call himself, so his cords were, for lack of a better word, intact. His words, and their conveyance, were not hostile, but, like Jared's expressions, completely neutral.
Ezeekial Jonstone: "I am offering you that chance Eric. You don't believe I should be here, so challenge that right. At least that way... it wouldn't have to be to the death." His hand curled, balling up into a loose fist but it wasn't threatening.
Terial Moonites: Eric frowned slightly, uncrossing his arms. He decided that holding his energy in what pointless now, and so he released it. His scent of course was different. It was one of the desert and sage, of storms gracing their rain upon parched desert ground. "Jared, to me you are not unwelcome..." He sighed, looking down in consideration, before responding again, his face showing a steeled determination. "But... Yes. I will challenge you. And should you prove dominance, I shall respect your position here as Ulfric. You won't need to worry about me."
Ezeekial Jonstone walked casually out toward the Lupanar, making a quick stop at his cabin, his arms loose at his sides. As soon as he disappeared into the trees he dropped his shields letting his energy drift out into the woods around him. Once arriving to the Lupanar, he kicked off his boots, tossing them aside against the large stone wall. He moved over to the struggling deer that Lanier had tied up and placed beside the deadened tree and knelt, pulling the large hunting knife from his back pocket where he had shoved it. He had made several calls as of late to other packs, talked to Vargamors, Ulfrics, and Lupas. He owed a lot of favors for the information gathered, but if this worked... It would be worth it. He grabbed the deer's ears tightly and craned it's neck back, resisting the urge to simply tear that throat out with his mouth and placed the knife against it's throat, drawing a deep clean line across it. In the moonlight the spray of blood that swathed across the base of the tree was still dark, but it glistened , wet and sweetly metallic. He would have spread the blood on the stone that held the Munin, but it was dead. His hand that held the knife was drenched in blood. He let his fingers leave the Deer's ears, the head falling back to the ground with a soft limp thud and another wash of blood. This was "first death" as the Vargamor he had spoken to had told him. He felt the energy building to an almost feverish pitch as the blood absorbed into the bark, only then did he place his bloodied hand against the blade of the knife and slice his palm. It always took blood or death for magic to work, and his was just as good as any. The sting from the cut didn't bother him, he just simply flattened his hand as the blood welled up, then placed his hand against the tree, sending his energy into it as he had been told. The burst of power raised the hackles on his wolf and the hairs on the back of his neck, pulling a growl from his throat that turned into a long deep howl. The call had been made, and now every Lukoi, every wolf in the area would feel it and come.
Terial Moonites: Finally, he'd arrived. As he made his way into the secluded area, he spotted Lanier and Jared. He watched from a short distance away, and felt the odd energy. Well, he was already there. He sighed a bit, finally approaching them, feeling his wolf tugging at him, snarling and snapping to be let free, to be let out to play. And the smell of the blood! Oh! So very very enticing! But of course Eric would suppress such instincts, holding his Wolf down with a growl of his own. He then approached them, looking upon Jared's hand, so drenched in the blood of the freshly killed deer. He ran his fingers over the Medicine pouch around his neck, the object he was never without. He looked to Lanier, nodding to her, followed by a nod to Jared.
Lanier Cerise watched Jared from the sidelines as he preformed the call. She closed her eyes as she felt the call reverberating within her. She smiled enjoying the feeling. She opened her eyes as she slid off her sneakers that she had loosely tied. For this night, she had taken her hair out of the complicated configuration it typically was in and drew the long tendrils into a long braid down her back that she had tied with a brown leather cord. She knew she would have to untie it when it was time to shift but it was all right for now. She drew her gaze to Eric and nodded silently to him but for now her gaze ended upon Jared with a smile
Ezeekial Jonstone ended the howl, his head dropping as he swallowed. This was why he had his oh so deep voice. His vocal chords had never shifted back completely after one round of "training" at the facility. He stood, a little shakily after expending so much of his own energy in that large a burst and turned, both icy blue eyes, having bled to his wolf in the process now looking between the two. Sure and easy steps carried him to Lanier before he lifted his bloody hand to his mouth and licked along his palm, then reached out and placed a bloody finger print on her right cheek. "Freki." His voice rumbled as he offered his hand to her, his blood mixed with that of the deer's. He had never attempted to actually "feed" a pack before, only a few Ulfrics could do it. But blood was blood.
Terial Moonites: Eric watched in stone silence, having done enough of his own research to understand what unfolded before him. He was still several yards away, arms calmly crossed over each other, despite his wolf's chaotic behavior. And so he watched. Even if energy was held within for now, his face not betraying him in the slightest.
Lanier Cerise nodded to him as her expression grew serious. "I graciously accept the title of Freki." She gently took her hand within his and lowered her face to his hand simply taking him at his offer. She closed her eyes as she licked at his hand till it was clean and then looked to the wound where it still bled and gently sucked upon the wound drawing his blood into her mouth.
Ezeekial Jonstone kept his hand loose in her grasp, but looked at Eric while she cleaned his hand, his face and body completely neutral. Eventually he pulled his hand away from Lanier slowly. "It would seem that the others are too far away to hear the call." Or they had ignored it. He didn't say it but he knew he wasn't entirely welcome here. Not by all of them. "I was going to give them a chance to challenge tonight, or to set up a champion since I did not win my position by defeating a previous Ulfric." He paused, glancing down at his hand for a second as it itched, beginning to heal then returned his icy blue eyes to Eric. "What about you Eric? Would you challenge me tonight?" He wasn't hiding himself now, his energy remaining that pleasantly warm neutral of a summer breeze that smelled of lemon grass.
Lanier Cerise licked at her lips as she drew away from the wound. She slowly turned her eyes to Eric as she listened to Jared's words. She knew now was the ultimate opening to Eric to let him challenge Jared. She quirked her brow at his words yet she said nothing as she stood there quietly.
Terial Moonites: ::Eric looked calmly to Jared, cocking his head slightly. His own eyes were lupine already, as they always were. "How am I to challenge you if I am not pack? It seems that you made it quite clear that was necessary..." Eric voice was deep, as usual, though not as deep as Jared's. He'd not performed the call himself, so his cords were, for lack of a better word, intact. His words, and their conveyance, were not hostile, but, like Jared's expressions, completely neutral.
Ezeekial Jonstone: "I am offering you that chance Eric. You don't believe I should be here, so challenge that right. At least that way... it wouldn't have to be to the death." His hand curled, balling up into a loose fist but it wasn't threatening.
Terial Moonites: Eric frowned slightly, uncrossing his arms. He decided that holding his energy in what pointless now, and so he released it. His scent of course was different. It was one of the desert and sage, of storms gracing their rain upon parched desert ground. "Jared, to me you are not unwelcome..." He sighed, looking down in consideration, before responding again, his face showing a steeled determination. "But... Yes. I will challenge you. And should you prove dominance, I shall respect your position here as Ulfric. You won't need to worry about me."