Rori: 2, Cows: 0
Jan. 24th, 2012 06:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shelbyrouIt is currently evening on Tue Jan 24 2012.
After the frustrating encounter in the outskirts of St. Claire, Rori heads for the country. Miles and hours pass beneath her feet until, as the sun sets and some miles from the nearest street sign, she catches the unmistakeable scent of blood.
Rori lifts her head at the scent of the blood and like any canine, her nose starts to lead her in that direction, like it leads and the rest of her body follows.
The fickle breeze draws the Ahroun down a muddy driveway toward a farm set well back from the road. As she draws nearer the smell of blood mingles with the scent of manure. Despite the hour there doesn't seem to be anyone moving around the property, no lights on in the house, and no animals moving about in the pens.
Rori shifts down to lupus in the trees as there's no animals evident, to follow her nose better. She stashes her clothes in some bushes, then trots forward to try and figure out what's around that blood scent that might be unusual.
Sniff sniff... oh, definitely blood here. And pigs, though not many. Cattle, as well. And humans of course, as well as a dog. The funny thing is that in her investigation of the farmyard, there are no scents fresher than a day old. Even the blood is starting to get stale.
Rori expects the scent of dead animals on the farm, but it's human blood that interests her. She starts to sniff out where that scent is coming from.
Unsurprisingly, the smell of dead humans comes from the house. What's likely more surprising is that the back door was bashed in (by a crowbar?) and there's mud tracked all over the floor. The farming family was likewise crushed to death, their faces barely recognizable. The two adults died in the kitchen while the child, somewhere around ten, died near the front door. There are stairs to a second floor, but the mud trail doesn't lead up there.
Rori sniffs around for anything alive and then shifts up to hispo. Still good nose, but better if she finds something nasty. She looks around for where the trail of mud does lead.
The mud is all over the first floor, leading in paths to the bodies. There are a few items knocked over - mostly small things, and only if they were close to the path - but the house otherwise appears to be in good condition. It looks as though whoever came in left by the same way.
Danger Magnet sniffs at the bodies to see if she can capture the scent of whatever killed them, trying to learn from body to body something to identify.
You know, there's a lot of cow smell on these corpses. That might be expected off the adults, but on junior too?
Danger Magnet noses at the cow smell, snorting at it. Smells tasty. She checks the shape of the mud prints on the floor. Was a cow in the house? Or maybe more? Is there the scent of more than one cow?
It was, in fact, a bovine who tracked all this mud into the house. It's going to be impossible to get clean, even using a Rug Doctor.
Danger Magnet doesn't care about the rugs but after the man-eating squirrels, the cow could be a concern. She looks for gnawing on the people. Never know, might be man-eating cows too.
There are bite marks on the bodies, but it doesn't appear Bossie was taking revenge, or trying a little long pig to compare to chicken. Instead they seem to be more like a predator taking down prey.
There's a faint mooing from outside. Sounds like it's in the direction of the barn.
Danger Magnet heads back outside, trying to follow the scent of the hoofprints, ears pricked to listen for the mooing. She's keeping an eye out, but is curious to see if the scent of the cow deviates from the sound of the mooing.
It's hard to tell the cow's precise path out of (or perhaps into) the house - the scent trail meanders all over the farm yard. At least there's been no rain today, to wash away the scent. As the Garou approaches the garage she hears a cowbell from across the yard, and a Holstein trots around the corner of the barn.
Danger Magnet turns, facing the cow as it comes around the way and spreads her feet out to dig into the mud for more traction. Here's the kicker. Any normal cow would run from a wolf this size and so she /growls/ in warning.
As might be expected, this is not a normal cow. It - she - lowers her head at the Hispo's threat and moos a challenge in return before trotting purposefully in Danger Magnet's direction.
Danger Magnet does have to make sure of these things, and she goes after the cow with intent, a full grown hispo werewolf in full hunt, claws digging into the earth. Being what she is, though, gives her a bit more oomph.
As funny as a running cow looks, when one is actually the target of one it's less amusing. Cow and hispo charge together, both with teeth bared. The cow's teeth, surprisingly sharp, tear into the Ahroun's shoulder, removing a chunk, while Danger Magnet leaps for the Holstein's throat, her jaws slicing into the tender flesh there.
Danger Magnet clamps down as she finds flesh and tries to rip out a huge chunk, claws digging into the mud to try and get a good grip in the mud.
The cow rears up, forelegs coming down heavily onto Danger Magnet's head and neck. The Fianna gets her revenge, though: as the cow comes down the Ahroun comes up and tears out the massive throat veins in a spray of blood. The cow falls to her knees, then her side, hind legs spastically kicking away the rest of her life.
Danger Magnet spits out the chunk of flesh, tearing open the cow's belly to make sure it dies. Sure this is bloody, but being a wolf is about getting bloody sometimes.
The cow twitches a few more times, her head thumping into the mud, but quickly goes still. Her entrails are warm and oh-so tasty. Perhaps that's the reason that the distracted Fianna doesn't notice the cow bell's clang until after a second set of hooves comes crashing down on her hindquarters.
Danger Magnet turns on the cow, shifting to full war form and tears right back into that cow, front claws and teeth heading right for anything vital.
The cow snaps at the Crinos in vain. Danger Magnet, on the other hand, shreds the cow's neck and shoulder quite thoroughly, and bites off an ear.
Danger Magnet goes after the cow again with her teeth, growling and snapping at it as her teeth tear into the possessed herbivore again.
This time the cow's aim is far better: her teeth carve out a chunk of the Fianna's side, as if in revenge for her slain sister. Danger Magnet repays her in kind, teeth nearly meeting around the cow's front leg.
Danger Magnet tears into the cow again with her teeth, trying to rip out its throat like she did the other cow. They die fast when they're bleeding all over.
The cow kicks Danger Magnet in the head, stunning her for a second. When the Fianna looks up there are three black, white, and red-all-over cows facing her; she leaps for the one in the center, catching its nose and throwing it down. The cow's neck snaps as she topples and from there it's just clean up to ensure that this cow, like the other (and like the family) is dead.
Danger Magnet takes a moment to get her breath, looking around and goes to inspect the compound to make sure there are no more evil cows.
Making her limping, bloody rounds, Danger Magnet finds the rest of the farm's population also pummeled into the ground. One dog, several pigs, a flock of chickens. Looks like the cows took 'locavore' to its extreme.
After the frustrating encounter in the outskirts of St. Claire, Rori heads for the country. Miles and hours pass beneath her feet until, as the sun sets and some miles from the nearest street sign, she catches the unmistakeable scent of blood.
Rori lifts her head at the scent of the blood and like any canine, her nose starts to lead her in that direction, like it leads and the rest of her body follows.
The fickle breeze draws the Ahroun down a muddy driveway toward a farm set well back from the road. As she draws nearer the smell of blood mingles with the scent of manure. Despite the hour there doesn't seem to be anyone moving around the property, no lights on in the house, and no animals moving about in the pens.
Rori shifts down to lupus in the trees as there's no animals evident, to follow her nose better. She stashes her clothes in some bushes, then trots forward to try and figure out what's around that blood scent that might be unusual.
Sniff sniff... oh, definitely blood here. And pigs, though not many. Cattle, as well. And humans of course, as well as a dog. The funny thing is that in her investigation of the farmyard, there are no scents fresher than a day old. Even the blood is starting to get stale.
Rori expects the scent of dead animals on the farm, but it's human blood that interests her. She starts to sniff out where that scent is coming from.
Unsurprisingly, the smell of dead humans comes from the house. What's likely more surprising is that the back door was bashed in (by a crowbar?) and there's mud tracked all over the floor. The farming family was likewise crushed to death, their faces barely recognizable. The two adults died in the kitchen while the child, somewhere around ten, died near the front door. There are stairs to a second floor, but the mud trail doesn't lead up there.
Rori sniffs around for anything alive and then shifts up to hispo. Still good nose, but better if she finds something nasty. She looks around for where the trail of mud does lead.
The mud is all over the first floor, leading in paths to the bodies. There are a few items knocked over - mostly small things, and only if they were close to the path - but the house otherwise appears to be in good condition. It looks as though whoever came in left by the same way.
Danger Magnet sniffs at the bodies to see if she can capture the scent of whatever killed them, trying to learn from body to body something to identify.
You know, there's a lot of cow smell on these corpses. That might be expected off the adults, but on junior too?
Danger Magnet noses at the cow smell, snorting at it. Smells tasty. She checks the shape of the mud prints on the floor. Was a cow in the house? Or maybe more? Is there the scent of more than one cow?
It was, in fact, a bovine who tracked all this mud into the house. It's going to be impossible to get clean, even using a Rug Doctor.
Danger Magnet doesn't care about the rugs but after the man-eating squirrels, the cow could be a concern. She looks for gnawing on the people. Never know, might be man-eating cows too.
There are bite marks on the bodies, but it doesn't appear Bossie was taking revenge, or trying a little long pig to compare to chicken. Instead they seem to be more like a predator taking down prey.
There's a faint mooing from outside. Sounds like it's in the direction of the barn.
Danger Magnet heads back outside, trying to follow the scent of the hoofprints, ears pricked to listen for the mooing. She's keeping an eye out, but is curious to see if the scent of the cow deviates from the sound of the mooing.
It's hard to tell the cow's precise path out of (or perhaps into) the house - the scent trail meanders all over the farm yard. At least there's been no rain today, to wash away the scent. As the Garou approaches the garage she hears a cowbell from across the yard, and a Holstein trots around the corner of the barn.
Danger Magnet turns, facing the cow as it comes around the way and spreads her feet out to dig into the mud for more traction. Here's the kicker. Any normal cow would run from a wolf this size and so she /growls/ in warning.
As might be expected, this is not a normal cow. It - she - lowers her head at the Hispo's threat and moos a challenge in return before trotting purposefully in Danger Magnet's direction.
Danger Magnet does have to make sure of these things, and she goes after the cow with intent, a full grown hispo werewolf in full hunt, claws digging into the earth. Being what she is, though, gives her a bit more oomph.
As funny as a running cow looks, when one is actually the target of one it's less amusing. Cow and hispo charge together, both with teeth bared. The cow's teeth, surprisingly sharp, tear into the Ahroun's shoulder, removing a chunk, while Danger Magnet leaps for the Holstein's throat, her jaws slicing into the tender flesh there.
Danger Magnet clamps down as she finds flesh and tries to rip out a huge chunk, claws digging into the mud to try and get a good grip in the mud.
The cow rears up, forelegs coming down heavily onto Danger Magnet's head and neck. The Fianna gets her revenge, though: as the cow comes down the Ahroun comes up and tears out the massive throat veins in a spray of blood. The cow falls to her knees, then her side, hind legs spastically kicking away the rest of her life.
Danger Magnet spits out the chunk of flesh, tearing open the cow's belly to make sure it dies. Sure this is bloody, but being a wolf is about getting bloody sometimes.
The cow twitches a few more times, her head thumping into the mud, but quickly goes still. Her entrails are warm and oh-so tasty. Perhaps that's the reason that the distracted Fianna doesn't notice the cow bell's clang until after a second set of hooves comes crashing down on her hindquarters.
Danger Magnet turns on the cow, shifting to full war form and tears right back into that cow, front claws and teeth heading right for anything vital.
The cow snaps at the Crinos in vain. Danger Magnet, on the other hand, shreds the cow's neck and shoulder quite thoroughly, and bites off an ear.
Danger Magnet goes after the cow again with her teeth, growling and snapping at it as her teeth tear into the possessed herbivore again.
This time the cow's aim is far better: her teeth carve out a chunk of the Fianna's side, as if in revenge for her slain sister. Danger Magnet repays her in kind, teeth nearly meeting around the cow's front leg.
Danger Magnet tears into the cow again with her teeth, trying to rip out its throat like she did the other cow. They die fast when they're bleeding all over.
The cow kicks Danger Magnet in the head, stunning her for a second. When the Fianna looks up there are three black, white, and red-all-over cows facing her; she leaps for the one in the center, catching its nose and throwing it down. The cow's neck snaps as she topples and from there it's just clean up to ensure that this cow, like the other (and like the family) is dead.
Danger Magnet takes a moment to get her breath, looking around and goes to inspect the compound to make sure there are no more evil cows.
Making her limping, bloody rounds, Danger Magnet finds the rest of the farm's population also pummeled into the ground. One dog, several pigs, a flock of chickens. Looks like the cows took 'locavore' to its extreme.