Rasha eventually falls into step with Crys.  "You and I have very different ideas of the concept of 'thirty seconds.'"
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<@IS-ST> He lets go of her once they are outside and just walks towards the west.  "Do you know why we look to the west at times like these, Rasha.  I mean our tribe, not the garou in general."
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* Rasha shoulders her bag and rifle properly, giving the weapon a quick once-over as she follows Crys, occasionally scanning ahead of them with her lupine eyes.  "No, Den Father, I do not."
<@IS-ST> The Lard to the West is the land of the Dead.  It is where the sun goes to die, leaving us alone in the dark.  Shit, I sould like Malachi.  There is a point to it thought.  Wanna take a shot?"
* Rasha keeps her eyes forward as she considers Crys' words.  She was out of her element with talk like this, her head full of military tactics and other such useless information when it came to the spiritual world.  "I...if an enemy were to approach at dusk, they might..."  She just trails off.
* Rasha she sniffs a moment, and looks around.  "Predators come out at dusk."
<@IS-ST> He shakes his head.  "No, nothing so concrete.  There comes a time in all our lives when we are left alone, in the dark, with no hope of light.  It is those times that test us the most."  He stops far out on the edge of the Outer Bawn and nods, holding and arm up.  "Rest in peace, you flaming bitch.  We'll see you when you are reborn tomorrow."
* Rasha sets her jaw as the two of them come to a stop, and she watches Crys intently.  Her mind wanders to the last time she was left alone in the dark, wounded - in this very desert.
<@IS-ST> So, last chance Rasha.  Cry off and wait until I say you are ready and we can go back and have bacon tacos.  Bacon tacos."
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* Rasha takes a deep breath, and holds her head up high.  "The next bacon taco I eat, will be as a Silent Strider."
<Rasha> Don't hold back.
* @Crys chuckles and nods, suddenly stiff arming her, shoving her backwards until her feet slip and she is falling, pitching down a hole, easily 30 feet down, landing and breaking her arm. He peers over the edge. "This is you challenge, Rasha. You have to get out of the hole before sunrise. And I'll warn you now, the Umbra is probably not a good idea."
* Rasha feels her heels slip down through ground she could've sworn was there a moment ago, and lands at the bottom of it with a snap.  She'd broken bones before, but with the shock of her predicament and the sudden stop at the bottom, she couldn't help but cry out in pain sharply from within the darkness.  "...FUCK!"
* @Crys dissapears from the top of the tunnel, leaving Rasha in the dark, with only a small circle of the sky above her. No light reaches where she is.
<Rasha> ((Checking my log real quick to remember what I declared was in my pack at the start of this
* Rasha rolls over and sits up, clutching her arm.  She feels to make sure the ground around and in front of her is solid, no more surprise pits, and carefully extricates her arm from the backpack strap.  Lugging the pack between her legs, she hunches over it, and feels around for the spot she left her flashlight, to dig it out and turn it on, taking in the extent of her situation.
<@Crys> (Go to #IS.Dice, please)
* Rasha clenches her teeth, hard, and can't help but laugh through the pain.  "Make sure I weigh as much as possible and then...throw me down a hole...miserable son of a..."
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<@Crys> As she flicks on the flash light, it flickers and fails to turn on.  A couple of good thawcks on the ground and it lights up, showing her a smooth tunnel plundged into the ground.