Phoenix Heat(Damon/Lukoi/Open)

[Moqui Kevana]

Moqui opened the door to the gym sighing as the scent of sweat pervaded. Someone had left the heat on last night. Growling his annoyance at the no one who was there he moved in leaving the door unlocked. Heading directly to the thermostat he looked at the dial confused. It was set properly and in the auto position which meant the gym should have been ten degrees cooler. Moving to directly under the vent he felt the heat rushing out in a wave of solid hellfire. He cursed and kicked the three hundred pound heavy bag against the wall.



Damn that meant he would need to have a tech come out and look over the roof top units again. This was the third time within the last ninety days he’d someone out and it would be the third time he’d have to dig deeper into his pocket to pay for it.



He needed to fight again sadly everyone in the area was unwilling to step onto the mats with him. There were a few camps in Mesa but with hostilities being as they were he wouldn’t risk it. Not that he feared losing he was never worried over a loss he was worried if he did lose what that would mean. He knew that Mesa’s Master and their clans wanted what Phoenix had and were willing to do almost anything to force them into giving it up.


Sighing he rehung the heavy bag and called Damon.  He'd need a loan to float things until he was able to raise the cash. The memberships were due so at the oustide it would be two days of sweat before he could repay it he just hoped no one else needed the Ulfric's financial help until then.

[Damon Greywing]

Damon sat grading papers in his home office. Tucking a stray stick straight mahogany brown lock of hair behind his ear. Third of the stack in he heard the phone cue up to ring tgen waited. Highway to hell started and he swiped it on with a thick thumb." yea bro? Tell her it can't be yours and if its the cops you were at my place"

Those to tended to cover the two most often calls he got from Moqui. Leg streched pen put down.fingers drumming. These papers had been dismal the kids were not engaged this quarter he knew it was due to the christmas vacation. Even rez kids got rgem. Earth science was normally a great subject forhis students he took a hands on approach.

[Moqui Kevana]

He hated to have to ask and yet Damon answering the way he did helped ease his swirled emotions. If only things could always be so easily fixed financially. “No nothing as easy as that. The stupid rooftop unit is o the fritz again. I can feel the staph growing as we speak. I won’t be liquid for a few days at least not liquid enough to pay for this last time it was sixteen hundred.”



He hadn’t asked yet the pertinent facts were in the air between them. He owed Damon the hit to his pride to actually ask yet it was a difficult thing to work himself up to. Looking at his feet he loosed a shot at the heavy bag he’d just returned. The affirming smack and according sting was well worth it. It gave him just the thing to push on.



“If I use all I have I will be short fur hundred dollars could you float me the difference for three days?” There it was out he actually asked He’d crested the wave now was the wait which made him want to hurt someone.

[Damon Greywing]

The brow hiking on his end " I told you that pete was a shite electrician. His devry degree isn't worth the ink on it. Call jeff he does the ones at the school and will give you a better deal plus you'll only have to pay me back three hundred and you wont be broke because there's no way I would let you spend all of what you have when I can help. Now are you coming tonight for dinner or am I making excuses with Nona again "

Standing he went to the Windows and looked out to the yard cayotes running across it. He'd scent marked while shifted but the disrespectful bastards came back every night.

[Moqui Kevana]

The reprimand was mild but he felt in his bones. He’d let Damon down minorly bit he hated being in that position. Pete was accredited and had certifications from NATE and the EPA. He’d been impressed by the certifications as well as hoping to impress Damon and failed. He was right after all Pete had not fixed the problem and had been bleeding him ever since. "I’ll call him once I’m off with you. And tell Nona I will be there. I have to move some things around but I will be there, I promise. "



His word was his life even if it meant being the third wheel to Damon and his husky. He dog was nine years old and every bit the diva. She had all but grown up with them through thick and thin. He could understand why Damon coddled her. She had managed somehow to not freak out and taken to Damon as if she was born to the pack. She was the unofficial mascot for the Lunes Azul and while he loved her he wanted Damon out there living life instead of being easy to reach an accessible to the pack.



His thoughts aside he couldn’t help but smile. Yeah he would be there and bring the rawhide she liked from Madeline down in the Kaibab-Pauite.

[Damon Greywing]

"Good then she won't be up whining all night this time. The yotes are back the bastards they just won't go away and nona is no match for a group of them. We might have to get the pack together for a hunt."

He was filling silence the man unlile moqui hadn't dated in a year Natty had broken his heart and run off with some pale brad pit looking big city wolf. It had taken many moons alot of booze and the man on the other end to make it through.

He didn't relish the thought of starting again so he worked he threw his life into the pack being the best ulfric he fed housed clothed bailed out and was the shoulder for them at any given time. The latest threat was mesa they were determine to expand and take over despite not needing to.

[Moqui Kevana]

"I’ll round up some of the pack to help. We just need the braves with stamina. Even just he blood cousins are foxy. Though I think maybe they are getting help or someone is pushing them. We should maybe get a raiding party together. We might need to pay a visit to the Picaro in the area."



Mo had taken in the continued presence into consideration. It had been a pressing thought as within the last year they’d raided the dens and holdouts clearing away the pack that had been using the area as their lands. It should have taken at least a few years before they were back in such numbers. Yet they kept returning as if they were drawn. He’d suspected something but wasn’t sure what.



Natty had almost broke Damon and Mo knew it was a hard thing. He fought his urge to go chasing behind her to Denver. It was a hard fight but he knew that would have broken him should Damon find out. So he stayed his hand he didn’t chase her but he hated her all the same. She had brought wreck and ruin to someone he loved. As such she was persona non grata. If she brought her hazel eyed self back to the Nan he would make sure her life was impossibly hard.

[Damon Greywing]

He sighed "yeah we might you know who to bring see ya in a few hours bro"

Hanging up hearing his constant companion " he swears hes coming this time"

The large furry head studded with the iceyest blue eyes hed ever seen peeked around the corner at him and accompanying a yip. Laughing he went to get the squash stew started and marinate the steak. He still had fry bread in the container on the fridge so he wouldn't need to make any.

The man could cook his home was neat as a pin he liked kids and stillhis rx had run. Everyone had been stunned. The rez was like a small town everyone knew everything about each other.

[Moqui Kevana]

"Yep," was his only reply as he ended the call. He looked at the vent once more wishing he could strangle Pete but knowing that wouldn’t get him anything but arrested. The Phoenix PD were nice and all but he knew if he actually crossed the line from mischief to actual violence he’d be staying more than a few hours. However the thought was a warm one. He knuckled down and called Jeff. The call wasn’t long but it was painful as Jeff asked diagnostic questions that He couldn’t answer. Finally agreeing to be on his way within the hour Moqui hung up and began disinfecting everything. Staph was the major risk in a gym and he had taken pains to insure that the every surface was as clean as can be. However heat such as was blowing from the still working vents turned what could easily be nothing into a very big something.



So having hit every surface he looked at the clock Jeff should be trotting along any minute but he wanted to hit the surfaces again. When it came to staph the only choice was to be Howard Hughes level paranoid. Jeff finally arrived with a laborer in tow. Words were exchanged and the price was negotiated as best as possible it was just an estimate the final price dependent on what the problem or problems finally were. Hanging the closed sign on the door he left Jeff to his work. The staff would be in and that was fine he just didn’t want too many people inside as that would increase the risk for something to go wrong enough that lawyers were needed.



So the gym out of the question he drove around the city speaking with a few of the Lukoi rounding up runners to hunt up the Yotes. And maybe track down why they kept returning.