Operation: Pacifica, Keerklauw
by Windigo the Feral (NYAR!)

 Windigo turned about to see J-Rock, shot through...looked to be
  gutshot rather sevverely at that too.  No time to chase down the
  assailant... not if J-Rock could be patched up...


 She sniffed tentatively at the body...[dying, but there's still a
  chance he can pull through, maybe] she thought.  One chance, it was dicey as
  hell, but it just might work...


 "Shard...cover me," she stated, and began a ritual she once
  remembered done on her...


...


 Windigo went back in her mind to shortly after the ones had
  murdered the pack...she'd found one of the robed gits and was going to rip
  out his throat, but instead was rewarded with a sharp stab in the guts from
  a sacrificial knife he pulled out of nowhere...the darkling was a kid,
  really, and had left her for dead...


 She was dying, if not there already...could see the darkening
  lands...then it semed like the world dropped from under her and she was in
  the middle of some human city.  She still hurt something godawful, but the
  pain was lessening.


 At roughly this point she thought she'd ended up in hell.  She was
  too young to die...COULDN'T die yet!  The darklings would hurt others...


 Almost as if he knew what she was thinking, a young, pale youth
  with claws came before her and smiled.


 "Yer lookin' for killin' the gits in the robes, yeah?"


 Windigo nodded.  "Yeah...you seen the bastards about, have you?"


 "Yeah, I know of 'em," the youth said. "Well, I can help you and
  all... you see, what it is, they're lookin' to wipe me out...haven't been
  born yet, not in your world anyways."


 Windigo looked at him puzzledly.  "What be doin' ya then what they
  want to unmake you?  You off all of 'em or something?"


 "As a matter of fact, yes.  But I'll tell of that later--we ain't
  been properly introduced yet.  I'm called Feral, though I'll be known by
  other names in future; and you are?"



...


 The youth later told what his game was--as it turned out, he was
  starting a mercenary mission of sorts to have his chosen fight against what
  he referred to as the Hellwyrm of Lyra...apparently these dark ones in the
  robes were from Lyra, were attempting to take over the world in future, and
  came after a great war.


 One of their plans, to take those changed by the war and feed on
  their souls, backfired in a way and lead to the Holy Albino offing the
  entire Lyran population.


 Some of the Lyrans were able to send a message to the past; this
  warning of their annihilation.  The Lyrans then decided on a plan to take
  over the world by stupefying the entire populace, then enslaving them...this
  way, no war, no Holy Albino, their race lives on, and "everyone lives
  unhappily ever after, that is, if you consider living in drudgery with a
  brain full of nagenta blood puddin' livin'", as the Albino said.


 He also offered Windigo a chance to become a mercenary of sorts,
  one of his warriors...also said there would be others.  Windigo accepted,
  and he performed a healing ritual which he taught to her...



...




 This now was the same ritual Windigo used on J-Rock.  "Knowing if
  this will work, I am not," she sighed, and promptly began a soft chant.  She
  channeled healing energies towards him, soothing energies of the Mother of
  All, could see the wounds healing up.  Good--meant it was working.


 When that was finished, all that was left was the final part--to
  call his life-spark back, his soul if you will.  She started and was met
  with a shot which grazed her ear.


 Windigo turned in a rage to face her attacker.  "DAMMIT TA HELL,
  NOT BE KNOWIN' INTERUPTIN' IN THE MIDST OF MEDICAL TREATMENT BE A BIT RUDE,
  ARE YA?!?"


 The attacker, firing more bullets grazing her shoulder and cheek,
  quite obviously didn't give a damn for battlefield etiquette.


 "Greetings....I am the one known to my brethren as Maximillian the
  Parsimonious and of the species quantified by Linnaean terms as
  _Albertasaurus bharnaticus pseudocognesti_.  However, adversary, you may
  merely know me as the instrument of your imminent demise and departure from
  the residences of the incarinate."


 [Great, just fucking great] thought Windigo as a red haze of
  indescribable rage began to wash over her, [giant drokkin' lizard an' what
  if he ain't usin' fifty-cent words where five-cent ones would do...]


TBC
-wtf (nyar!)