Post by lordtwinblade on Aug 27, 2009 12:03:47 GMT -6
Dawn broke, shattered rays of sunshine wafting down through the smokey air above Chicago. Cracked pavement glistened in the harsh orange light.
Laos sat up slowly, breathing deeply of the tainted air. Where another member of the tribes probably would have smelled vile Wyrmstench, Laos tasted life. He stretched leisurely, enjoying the sensation of the warm sunlight on his bare chest and newly shaved pate.
[No time for sleep...] Grumbled a voice in the back of Laos's concious. A shaggy black wolf padded out from beneath the concrete lean-to that the pack had taken shelter in the night before. Reno shook himself, a thin layer of dust billowing away from his coat.
"Good morning, sunshine." Laos grinned, cracking his neck. Reno growled and curled up on a ball outside the lean-to. A second wolf, significantly bigger than the first, and reddish in color, pranced out.
[It is well that we found this, or we would have been sleeping under the Wyrmfog.] Eats-Grass-Not intoned, yawning broadly. Just behind him Hera, the Silver Fang metis, was stretching her neck. Hera had a pair of dog ears atop her gold-maned head, and looked very strange, a fusion of the wolves and men in the clearing.
Two more beings emerged from the lean-to: Riley, decked out in her usual mechanic's garb, a grubby toolkit swinging from her belt, wiped her face with a stained white rag. Fray, just behind her, had a haunted look on her pale face. It was clear their close proximity to the Hive was taking its toll on her.
"Okay, everyone, we've got a big day ahead of us. The Black Spirals," Fray jumped, but Riley plowed on, "Are located roughly a klick to our west." She pointed towards the darkened stretch of cityscape between the pack and their ultimate goal.
[What is this klick you speak of?] Grass chirped impertinently. Will we hear it when we are close?]
Reno snorted, clearly distainful of her fellow lupus's lack of homid knowledge.
"Shut it, Garou. We don't have time for bickering." Laos barked, all buisness. The Bone Gnawer Ahroun had become much more outspoken since being appointed Pack Beta to Riley.
[Okay.] Grass immediately acquiesed, sitting on his haunches and listening intently.
Laos sat up slowly, breathing deeply of the tainted air. Where another member of the tribes probably would have smelled vile Wyrmstench, Laos tasted life. He stretched leisurely, enjoying the sensation of the warm sunlight on his bare chest and newly shaved pate.
[No time for sleep...] Grumbled a voice in the back of Laos's concious. A shaggy black wolf padded out from beneath the concrete lean-to that the pack had taken shelter in the night before. Reno shook himself, a thin layer of dust billowing away from his coat.
"Good morning, sunshine." Laos grinned, cracking his neck. Reno growled and curled up on a ball outside the lean-to. A second wolf, significantly bigger than the first, and reddish in color, pranced out.
[It is well that we found this, or we would have been sleeping under the Wyrmfog.] Eats-Grass-Not intoned, yawning broadly. Just behind him Hera, the Silver Fang metis, was stretching her neck. Hera had a pair of dog ears atop her gold-maned head, and looked very strange, a fusion of the wolves and men in the clearing.
Two more beings emerged from the lean-to: Riley, decked out in her usual mechanic's garb, a grubby toolkit swinging from her belt, wiped her face with a stained white rag. Fray, just behind her, had a haunted look on her pale face. It was clear their close proximity to the Hive was taking its toll on her.
"Okay, everyone, we've got a big day ahead of us. The Black Spirals," Fray jumped, but Riley plowed on, "Are located roughly a klick to our west." She pointed towards the darkened stretch of cityscape between the pack and their ultimate goal.
[What is this klick you speak of?] Grass chirped impertinently. Will we hear it when we are close?]
Reno snorted, clearly distainful of her fellow lupus's lack of homid knowledge.
"Shut it, Garou. We don't have time for bickering." Laos barked, all buisness. The Bone Gnawer Ahroun had become much more outspoken since being appointed Pack Beta to Riley.
[Okay.] Grass immediately acquiesed, sitting on his haunches and listening intently.