trans_9 | I Hunt, Therefore I Am [OPEN!]

A howl rings out through Stacy, an eerie and almost unearthly noise that'll make the hair stand on the back of your neck. Bella can use comm rings, but doesn't. They're Weaverish, and no proper Get lupus will use a darn Weaverthing! Or at least not Bella.

Through Stacy's onboard translation, there's a creepy effect going on where you can hear the howl but also instinctively understand it as if it were words.

"THIS ONE IS BELLA, THIS ONE IS AHROUN, THIS ONE IS GET OF FENRIS. THIS ONE HUNTS IN SENSORIUM-PLACE. THIS ONE IS ALONE. COME HUNT WITH THIS ONE IF YOU HAVE TEETH AND CLAWS. TOGETHER WE KILL. TOGETHER WE FEED."

It'll carry a good long way, Bella has a strong voice. Whether it reaches the ears of any potential members of a hunting party will just have to be seen. She'll be sitting outside the sensoriums waiting for a bit, sitting and looking excited. So, ship, have a wolf in a podsuit!

(OOC: Feel free to come talk to the howly wolf! If you're going to join in on the hunt, please keep to one thread for better organization!)

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One-Leaf-Ear has been prowling through the halls again, noting all the new scents-but once she hears the howl, all that is forgotten. Hunting? Hunting sounds wonderful. She's sick of the slop that the apes claim is food. A proper carcass sounds like a gift from Gaia herself.

She throws her head back and howls, "This one is One-Leaf-Ear! This one is joining the hunt!" With that, she takes off at a lope towards the sensorium, tail held high and her tongue lolling.

The next visitor is an old, old wolf that slips into the Sensorium as if from nowhere at all. His fur is thick, but there's something just a hint slow and uneven in his movements, and his right eye is gone completely, replaced by a long, scarred-over gash, as if it was torn out with claws.

There's something—familiar—in his smell. He lets out a huffed half-bark of greeting, tail waving happily.

Tobias is a little bored, so he decides to come along for the heck of it. They may or may not see him though; he is hovering above, taking advantage of the chance to hopefully spend time in a natural setting again. That is, if they don't do something unexpected. He has a beak rather than teeth, and his claws are talons. But they share the nature of the predator. Although he used to be reluctant to hunt, he now allows the hawk to obey its instincts.

He never got a wolf morph; the others had acquired them before he regained his morphing ability, and he had never had the need to get one. He had the feeling his German Shepherd morph would be out of place considering the difference between dogs, infused as they were with the playful, nonviolent Pemalite essence, and wild, fierce wolves. And he couldn't see them allowing him to acquire them. So, he stayed in hawk form for now.

"STOP. DOING. THAT." Bella, not a good idea to start howling in a populated area where there are Gnawers. There may not a be a Veil, but Wags response is near-instinctive by this point.

"Doing what?" Asks the next visitor in a strange humming, rasping kindof voice. He is an odd one: a froglike thing that can be worn on the head. What appear to be wings are at his sides, from which project what can only be described as drill-tentacles. He walks on them, like a many legged spider, their ends click-clicking on the bulkhead in staccato.

This is Yuri's borg, given leave to hunt by the girl, who was terrified by the very idea. He may look like Stacy's attempt at a Hello Kitty-style character, but he's an animal and wants to hunt.

Red Snout sidles up to the group, looking at them suspiciously. What good would any of them be at hunting? Oh well, it's not like it's a real hunt anyway...

Bella wags in greeting to the others as they arrive, pleased by the turn out. She's not surprised to see One-Leaf-Ear and, in fact, rather hoped she'd turn up. The second wolf is a stranger to her, though he seems oddly familiar she can't quite name why that is.

Wags, on the other hand, gets a slightly smug look from the wolf. "He says I should not howl," she informs the Borg. "I call a pack to hunt with me, this is wrong?" she asks Wags, with just a touch of a challenge in her demeanor. She'll puzzle out what the Borg is and the presence of that big lizard thing that's part of her team in a minute, first she has to argue with the Ragabash.

Bella's never been good at arguing with Ragabash.

One-Leaf-Ear gives the both the borg and Red Snout a suspicious glance as they arrive, and the new wolf a curious sniff, but it's Wags who earns a short growl. "Why? Howling is what we do. How else are we to call all who wish to hunt together? If you cannot hunt, do not be angry at us. Ignore the howl and go."

The old wolf lets out an indignant chuff in Wags' direction. Get on with it, his body language says, so that we can actually start this hunt.

"I agree. Let's go, I am thirsty for the hunt." It doesn't occur to Borg that he may remind the Garou uncomfortably of a Wyrm-thing.

At least he wasn't the only non-wolf in the group, thought Tobias. Although he was the only aerial hunter in the mix, since he was the only one he knew of on the ship.

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