The Klaive forged by the Garou to sever them from him explicitly.

Xiuying was laid down gently into the Umbral floor, the blade drawing blood and breath from his body in a single twist.

He had intended on it as a way to walk away, and perhaps add some particular cruelty. Make her easier prey, or a more brutal hunter.

The demon took this and his priest from him.

The spirit howled in agony as it tore from the Garou's body - his bind severed with the silver Klaive.

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Even as a man, with someone else inside driving the body, he remained wolf-like. Shoulders artificially pulled back to make his stand taller and straighter than she'd never seen him, missing that relaxed saunter of confidence.

He wasn't prepared for Satana simply taking away the choice.

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Because death was not the end.

Because he could trust no other.

Because in truth, he hoped she would use it on others. Hello him slay the strange spirits that might come to hound them... Spirits like Fenris.

The Hunter wearing her love's skin grinned. Shifting down from Crinos to human.

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"My Priest is mine though - and I am taking him with me."

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He must give chase. It was his way. All around them, the fomori were retreating. This nightmares of flesh and maw re melting into the shadows of the earth and quickly as they came. And the 'dream' of New York the formed it's appearance in the Umbra was slowly restoring itself.

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Against his will he body knelt low, a pressure he didn't know or understand making him... Move. His mouth moved. His voice came out. The words were not his own.

"Fey thing, you're power is immense and I bow to it... But I am leaving. You're little sorcerer has ferreted off my prey..."

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The shape of the great wolf fell low, and then vanished. Gone, leaving behind only a sort of grey mist that quickly dissipated.

Xiuying felt the anger and rage melt from his mind. A strange calm covered him, unlike any he had every felt while in the war form. A paw on his neck pushed down.

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She was, but it howled and bet that she would not - not if it did something she might not expect. Ice cold shadows split further, dancing about to nip at her and her wolf, Xiuying's massive crinos form slashing at fly creatures falling from above and throwing them into wolf apparitions.

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son and bride-to-be a look. One that spoke of allegiance if nothing else. For now, if for any time at all. He could smell his son's life blood dripping away... But also could smell the gnostic power in his child bubbling as if ready to overflow.

What deals and with what spirits had led to this?

He called on his lessons now to push back against his master's siren howl as she slammed with a spinning kick into three of the shadow wolves. The smell of hell fire and blood on the wind only stoked his internal anger. In this shape he was beyond language, but he spared his-

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It was then he felt it.

The tug. The pull.

He leapt like a berserker and spun like a dancer to her song. Kailindo was an art meant to bring the Garou in touch with the wind - to move like a hurricane and with precision and brutal efficiency.

In opposition to the brutality of Rage.

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beneath his skin and across his furry pelt, as the wolf stood upright like a man. Muscle and heat exploded from nothingness; fat, sinew, bone and flesh all woven from elemental anger and blessed by Gaia and Luna alike. He was a pinnacle of the Hunt, and if his master was to be prey so be it.

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