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Date: 26th February, Year 110.
Tag: @Jonas Albrecht.

It was hard to creep quietly through the night time woods when you had a binder and chain dangling off one of your gray haired forearms. Worse was the large broken branch attached to the other end, which dragged along behind you with a hissing rustle through the dense layer of frost tinged dead leaves, grasses and soil.

But the prey he hunted was nowhere near as swift and agile as him. He could afford to give them a head start, before catching up and tearing out their throats. Already, he could practically taste their warm flesh, their salty blood, and he drooled down the thick fur at his neck in anticipation.

He shunned all scents on the icy, lightly shifting air except that of his prey. They smelt as good to him as dustcrepes or nausages or bantha steak. A part of himself buried deep beneath the heavy pelt and torn, clinging flight suit quivered with horror at comparing human meat to his mundane meals of the past.

Luke wanted to whirl around and flee as far as possible from the scent of people, but they smelt too good and the hollow ache in his stomach threatened to drive him into a snarling, snapping, slashing fury. The months upon months of denying himself the taste of human flesh would come to an end tonight, or so he thought…

He crept out on to the edge of a clearing, where a circle of tents shivered in the softly blowing air as though dreading the claws that would soon slice them to ribbons to get at their warm, moreish contents. A campfire faintly smoked in the middle of the gathering of tents, red embers gleaming among the blackened wood and coal like rubies.

Luke flicked his ears forward to listen to the quiet, steady sets of breathing seeping through the thin waterproof fabric of the tents, as well as the matching throbs of hearts. He needn’t have worried about the branch scraping against the frozen vegetation because these people were dead to the world. Soon, he'd make those literal deaths.

He dropped to all fours and slunk towards the closest tent, while his howling hunger continued to overwhelm the feeble protesting voice inside his head.
 
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Jonas didn’t involve himself in heroics, he didn’t deal in muggings, or other petty human squabbles unless it was a kinfolk involved. He had been in the woods stretching his legs when he noticed the other Garou, savage and trotting through the woods starved completely. But his smell was off, clearly not a Garou but one of this worlds many diseased werewolves. Lost to the rage all around them. When he saw the camp he turned to leave, humans were not....they were not....

Damnit.

He couldn’t abandon the humans as a warrior of Gaia as they were part of her cycle just as much as he was. And he could not leave a fellow Lycan in the throws of rage even if they weren’t truly Garou. He shifted into his Hispo form and bounded towards the werewolf. He leaped, his massive Dire wolf frame slamming into the werewolf to knock it off course and his claws and fangs flashing as he clawed and bit trying to grab its throat to try and forcing it to submit. There were screams as the humans noticed the fight but he ignored them and tried locking his claws into the beasts back.
 
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Before he could reach the first tent, a heavy, muscled shape slammed into him and he spilled on to his front with a thick guttural snarl. Teeth and nails punctured his flesh, which would have inflicted more damage had he not possessed such a dense pelt or been wearing the ragged remains of his flight suit.

He tried to raise himself on to his limbs to fight, but his attacker’s claws dug into his back and made him shriek. The chain on his arm and its thrust of broken branch also kept his movements restricted like a ship anchored in the sea. He was limited to thrashing his head from side to side and attempting to sink his fangs into any flesh or body parts that he could reach.

In this way, he snatched wild glimpses of his lupine attacker, along with the people as they stumbled out of their rippling and cracking tents, their shrill screams causing his ears to flinch back against his skull. Some carried wailing infants in their arms, others weapons that gleamed and flashed in the silvery moonlight, which Luke recognized as slugthrowers rather than blasters.

Shoot me... Please...

Or maybe his attacker would rip out his throat before they could get around to peppering him with solid projectiles?

Luke found his rage at this assault and his hatred of the human beings diluted by confusion. Why was the other lycanthrope attacking him? They should have been working together to pull down the humans, especially the ones that were scrambling to point their slugthrowers at them. Perhaps he had trespassed into the territory of an alpha male, although he had not encountered any warnings in the form of scent markers.

Whatever the reason, he had to tear himself free and rip apart the people. That was the only thing that really mattered to him. No… That wasn’t true...
 
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Jonas kept his claws deep, he had expected the humans to run and snapped at the other lycan's snout as he attempted to bite him off. But now the humans had guns and the Garou King knew this could only end poorly. This mad wolf needed help, not a bullet. And even if he had to beat him bloody and drag him away he would save this one. He roared and let go, landing on all fours before his body shifted and he was standing in full Crinos form. He towered over the other wolf and glared at the humans with guns. Snapping his jaws and letting out a howling roar. "Get out of here!" A bestial snarl of a voice escaping his throat.

The people ran but Jonas needed to make sure the Feral wouldn't follow them so he rushed forwards, seeing the branch and chain he seized it and used it as a handle as he pulled and whipped it forwards, trying to toss the Feral further into the woods. "Stand down beast! You're facing a real werewolf here!"

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The other lycanthrope scared the people off into the woods. Luke tried to chase them like a dog after a clowder of screeching cats, but was tossed in the opposite direction by his own chain. He slammed, spine first, into a tree, which shattered beneath him with a series of crisp, dry crunches.

No! The other werewolf was delaying him from his meal, his great banquet. Luke wanted to feel angry at him, but this new towering shape he had assumed scared him more than the first. He had never encountered such a big werewolf, or one who could snarl out human speech. Was he a king or even a god of their kind?

But Luke could not bow down to the lycanthrope king, though neither could he fight him. The sharp, tearing hunger and rage itching at the inside of his flesh refused to allow him to obey those guttural words. He could only hope to find a fraction of relief from his discomfort once he had caught up to the fleeing people and ripped them to shreds.

Luke dropped back to all fours and charged at the lycan king, but with the intention of swerving around him and going after the humans. Even without his keen sense of hearing, he would find they were still making an awful lot of noise as they screamed and shouted and rustled and crashed through the thick overgrowth.
 
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Jonas rushed after the werewolf he’d sent sailing. He snarled and tried to get him to submit. “Do you see this!?” He pointed to his crown. “Feral, you will listen to me and stand down!” He made a grab as the creature lunged and slid to a stop, turning to see the monster running after the humans. With a snarl he rushed after the Feral, rushing after them and grabbing the chain to stop them, he wrapped the chain around his arm and snapped the branch to give him a better grip, trying to pull the werewolf towards him. "Enough!" He was going to help this beast. Even if he had to beat him into submission.

He threw punches, holding back his claws and just trying to make the monster submit. He could sense a Carin nearby somewhere he could perhaps allow A Guardian Spirit speak with it, coax out the mind within the monster. "I'll save you from yourself animal."

 
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The chain on Luke’s fur covered arm snapped taut and he was jerked back like a fish with a hook in its mouth. He struggled against the line, snarling and roaring, but was reeled in by the superior sized lycanthrope king. Each pull back from the fleeing humans wrenched at Luke’s stomach and made him more hungry. He had to get to them.

Blows rained down on his skull, chest, back, and sent him staggering in one direction, then the other. Though the lycan king’s punches hurt, they failed to top the twisting, tearing hunger or the anger escalating inside him. The latter whistled through his mind like a blizzard and buried all of the fear and semi-sentient rationality that he had felt towards the hulking werewolf.

Luke whirled on him with a frustrated growl, then started to bite and claw at his chain wrapped arm in hopes of freeing himself. As his rage grew and grew, the target of his snapping teeth and slashing claws became less focused. He would tear up any part of his enemy!
 

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Jonas felt the claws ripping into his wrist and into his bicep and felt The Rage spike in his blood. He was having trouble keeping a Frenzy at bay but he would pull this beast to the Cairn and he would make sure the beast was helped. He delivered another punch to the beast's muzzle and pulled on the chain, his blood running down his bicep. And then the beasts teeth snapped into his hand and the chain came loose. Jonas bared his teeth and brought out his claws, ready to do some lasting damage to the Feral before him and drag what was left to the spirit. Rage blinded him and he almost struck out when he heard a voice echo, through the air and Umbra and to the ears of the two Lycans locked in battle.

"Enough Children of Gaia!" Jonas stopped looking over his shoulder to see the Elder Spirit of the Cairn standing between the trees. It's head reaching perhaps seventeen feet high to the lowest branches on the pines. It took the shape of a deer, with a coat black but speckled with faint lights and trails of purple. Stars of a night sky, it's eyes burned with a spiral of light as they fixed upon the two, and it's antlers were crystalline, bright blue in color. It approached slowly, passing Jonas and leaning it's head down to focus both eyes on the Feral. "Look upon me...Walker of the Skies"

 
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A huge spectral deer joined them among the tall, spindly pine trees. Ears flattened to his skull, Luke backed off from the towering spirit and hulking lycan king.

He did not wish to fight either one of them, but to hunt, rip apart, feed on the people crashing through the thick woods. Why did the lycan king, at least, want to stop him? How was it any of his concern?

Luke lifted an ear and swivelled it in the direction of the rustling and trampling sounds. It troubled him how faded they were beginning to grow. What if it took him all night to catch up with the humans? When the sun started to ascend, he would lose his desire to hunt and kill them. The thought of that made his insides clench with frustration. He had to chase them. Now.

But he found himself intrigued by the name that the enormous spirit had given him. He raised his muzzle to peer up at its proud antlered head, and was magnetized by the glowing eyes like a moth drawn to a flickering flame. The same sense of entrancement sometimes came over him when he glimpsed the moon standing out silver and flawless round in a crisp black sky.

An urge to howl pressed down on his throat, as it so often did during those moments with the moon, but he remained silent. He was disorientated by the glowing eyes, the hostile lycan king and the warm, fresh smell of human flesh that was being swallowed up by the other rich scents of the woods.
 
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Jonas was glad the spirit had heard them, had come to help by the looks of it. Perhaps he could touch the Feral. Despite their lack of connection to the Umbra. Jonas knelt, before the spirit and watched as he spoke to the werewolf. "He cannot answer...Rage consumes him." Jonas didn't hold up much hope, putting him down would have been the better mercy. But the spirit seemed to disagree. The deer folded it's legs beneath itself and kept his eyes on the werewolf.

"Do you not feel his connection though, not to the Umbra but to...something else, similar." Jonas hadn't been searching for it and was embarrassed to realize the spirit was right, the boy had a strange twisting aura to him. He could sense it now, he was just a boy trapped in that form. Afraid, clouded by the beast. The spirit leaned in again. "Speak to my Walker of The Skies, the true you trapped in the beasts mind. You can feel me through your...Force, reach out and touch my thoughts to yours."

Jonas had never seen a spirit do something like this, never seen one fully consumed by rage every truly make it back. To do so would be a miracle, but...the Wyrm was stronger in his world, perhaps...this one would be different.

 
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The spectral deer’s words inspired Luke to try to wrestle control of himself. A sharp pain inside his skull as though it was being slowly sawn in two drove him to his knees. Trembling violently, he pressed his paw hands to his head in hopes of easing the pressure.

Luke picked up a faint impression of the Force, tangled up with something else, but his impression of it was like stumbling around clumsily in near darkness. He could make out the vague outlines of shapes and nothing more.

Clenching his fangs with effort, he tried to reach out to the spirit creature through the Force, but the physicality of his other senses pressed in on him. Distracted him.

The rustling and stampeding of the fleeing people had long since faded deep into the woods. Despite his hollow disappointment and acid frustration, he found himself becoming intrigued with the ferocious shaking of leaves that was coming from a tree a dozen feet behind their small, strange group. It might have been a squirrel or bird.

Crunching their fragile little bones between his teeth was far more appealling to him than trying to connect with abstract energies like the Force or the spirit creature.

He stopped trembling with effort and lowered his paw hands to the earth. Luke made the mistake of glancing from the spectral deer to the lycan king and a great shame and guilt gnawed at him, although he wasn’t exactly sure why. He thought he should try to reach out through the Force again, but it seemed like such a dull and laborious chore when there were warm bodies around to rip limb from limb.
 
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Jonas watched the beast struggle within itself, convinced this was a pointless diversion but as the beast looked to him. He felt something and looked to the Spirit. "King Albrecht, is there nothing you could do?" He stared at the deer, he was not some shaman of the Spirits, he was a Silver Fang, a warrior and a King and one that had been a Ronin for a long long time. And the crown on his head meant little outside of the Garou nation, they had all but assured that with the actions the Tribe had taken against the other shifting races. But the deer spirit insisted, standing aside. Jonas approached and knelt down, his one good eye focusing on the werewolf before him.

"You feel it, that tearing in your guts, the hunger that doesn't fill your stomach?" He tapped a claw against the dirt and raked it back. "That's Rage, we use it to transform but can also lose ourselves in it. You are not Garou, your were not born this way but...I feel what the spirit feels. And you need to focus." He growled in the back of his throat. "Focus and try again."

He stood up and circled around the werewolf. "Now tell me your name."

 
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He tensed and tried to make himself small(er) when the lycan king knelt near him. Luke snarled and snapped in his vague direction, though the flinching ears and hunched, trembling body hinted at fear rather than animosity. Too close!

Luke expected the other werewolf to resume dragging him, or to dig his claws into the flesh of his back, which had not finished stitching itself up after the last onslaught. To his surprise, the werewolf demanded he focus on the Force, albeit not in those precise words.

Tell him his name? But this form had robbed him of human speech! He guessed he could try to communicate through the Force, except that was a huge, no, an impossible challenge when he felt it as little more than a faint, feeble caress against his mind. Why should he struggle and strain when it was easier, more natural, to let his physical senses lead him by the nose, ear, or tooth?

A fresh wave of frustration rippled through his body. Why was the spectral deer and the lycan king doing this to him? Why couldn’t they leave him in peace and let him hunt the screaming people? His flesh prickled, his bones ached with the need to tear out their throats and eat out the hot, fluttering organs inside their torsos.

No, no, no. The deer and werewolf were trying to help him. He - none of them - wanted him to hurt those people!

Luke squeezed his eyes shut and clamped hold of his head, his crouched frame shuddering with the effort to fight aggressive feelings and primitive instincts. He tried to call out through the Force, but felt as though he was yelling at a brick wall. They would never hear such a faint sound on the other side of it... Would they?

No, he thought at them. Impossible.
 
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Jonas frowned and took a deep inhale. His body shrank as he returned to his human form, his clothes seemingly to meld out of the ashen leaves that feel away as he shed his Crinos form. He knelt in the beast's line of sight and looked him in the eyes. He could feel something and the spirit moved closer. It lowered its head and its body seemed to pass through Jonas as its head enveloped the Garou's. He could feel and hear it now, calls from the man trapped within the animal. Just as it could be felt with Garou on the brink of losing themselves to the rage. The Ronin King reached out, carefully but with authority he placed a hand on the wolf's head and focused on the cries.

"Luke."
The name came to his lips naturally and he looked down again. "Luke Skywalker, this is your body, this belongs to your mind, your soul. Now take control of what is yours and use it. Stand up, and let those people go." He stood up with the spirit still around him, he gave the wolf space, but he still had his doubts.

 
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The lycanthrope king shrank down into a human form, which caused Luke to tremble and snarl in offense. Only the primitive power the other lycanthrope radiated kept Luke from trying to pounce on him and tear off his flat ape face.

If staring him in the eyes wasn’t enough, the king also reached out and touched his head. A desire to rip his arm out of the socket pressed down on Luke, but the power shining within that repulsive human shell continued to hold him in check.

The feeble murmur of the Force rose to a tumultuous shout. Luke didn’t know whether that was the king’s doing or the spectral deer’s (or both since they’d appeared to have merged together), or the work of other mystical energies, though he guessed that wasn’t important right now.

He managed to rise, then push out harder with the Force.

I can’t fight it for long… It’s too strong, he communicated to them. Knock me out or tie me up… Don’t let me hurt people.
 
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Jonas blinked, it had worked, Luke Skywalker had spoken and his words were sad as fuck. He felt bad for these types of werewolf, unlike the Garou, not truly beings of physical and spiritual. Forced into semi feral states even in human form at times. He needed to do something for him. So he stood and nodded, looking up to the spirit. “Open the Caern.” The deer motioned to a twisting of roots which opened to reveal the cavern within. Roots curling all around the rocks and grass. Jonas returned to his Crinos form, standing tall once more. He let his claws sink back into his fingertips and closed his fist.

“You’re a brave man Luke, so I’ll help you.” He pulled back his fist and slammed it down onto the top of the werewolf’s head. As hard as he could, then he’d drag him to the Caern to heal and rest.

 
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Luke endeavored to cling on to the Force as though it was a rock in the middle of a stormy sea, but it was too slippery. To make matters worse, an icy wave of rage and hatred, of hunger and bloodlust, arched up and crashed down on top of him.

The Lukeanthrope was aware of a hole opening in the earth and of the other werewolf returning to a less offensive shape, but it was the scents on the crisp night air that interested him the most. He tilted up his muzzle to take in short, sharp sniffs, and caught a faint trace of the sweet flesh that he longed to eat.

His fur bristled with a spiky mixture of hate, desire and frustration. Nobody was going to stop him from tearing apart those humans now. Not the wolf or the deer. Not himself. Not the bars and the chains.

He took a step forward - but then a fist that was more like a boulder slammed into the top of his skull. The Lukeanthrope flopped down on his face, unconscious, with his tongue protruding between his teeth.
 
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Jonas looked down at the crumpled werewolf, glad he could end this without killing him, he quickly picked him up in his arms and carried him along with the spirit into the Caern. He walked down to the lower lake and placed him next to it's water. He sat in a glade and watched the wolf. He was fucked up, just a little bit. And it would take time to bring him around. But it felt good to get a little bit of progress. Just to get a bit and see it happen, Jonas was prone to his depressions, his time where he was damn near passing into Harano. But right there, he felt good about what he'd done. He felt lie a real king looking out for the Garou.

He looked up at the spirit. "Can he be saved, really?" He knew Spirits were deeply cryptic or vague, to never deal in plain yes or nos.

The spirit looked to the limp form of the werewolf. "He has saved others before, this will be his truest challenge." The spirit shimmered and slowly vanished, leaving Jonas sitting in the beams of moonlight that made it through the roots.

 
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