[Ruhiger] Pent up aggression. Frustration. It bleeds from her as she moves. All of the slogging, all of the thinking, all of the working for the greater good is fine… but only when one gets the other side too. She allowed the raven to take her tongue without complaint. She had not lifted a hand, a claw to anything in the weeks they’ve been studying the Bog, trying to find answers, working for that ever illusive end.
She is Modi.
She is Full Moon.
She is frustrated with the inactivity of her body to match that of her mind.
And so it is, Patrols. Stalking, walking, ever the same the more things change – slacks, a silken button down shirt, boots at one end, short hair at the other. And she nears the corner where the new girls are working.
[Pimpdaddy] *The taller one with the adams apple walked towards AM and looked her over* “Hey there baby…… lookin’ for a Date? *Wiggelin’ ‘her’ brows*
[Ruhiger] Lips twist into a smirk as she arches a brow. She, however, has nothing to say, and keeps walking. Through him, if he doesn’t move aside. In fact, her shoulder connects solidly with ‘hers’ as she takes that step past.
[Pimpdaddy] *The hooker stumbles and then falls into step with Ruhiger* “Oh come on baby, don’t be so cold…. Suck your dick for $20….
[Ruhiger] Suck her… She turns and grabs the Pimpdaddy by the throat and shoves him back to the wall. She is NOT in a good mood, and there is murder in her eyes as she glares at him… before pushing away again, using his throat for leverage.
[Pimpdaddy] Urk!? *The hooker is pushed back aginst the wall and flails a bit trying to pry Ruhiger off. It’s then a door from an old, half tore down Caddie down the block opens and a guy steps out* Hey! HEY MOTHERFUCKA! LET GO OF MY BITCH!!
[Ruhiger] She doesn’t quite let go, as she turns toward the caddie, and the voice. She arches a brow slightly, before she lifts the hooker slightly – just a little, as the Modi is stronger then she looks, before deliberately dropping her. Her hands return to her pockets, and she walks toward the cussing Pimp. It is, after all, on her way.
[Pimpdaddy] Oh now it’s on!! Now it’s ON MOTHER FUCKA! Ah’m gonna slap you silly and screw you sideways! You hear me bitch? Ah’m gonna fuck you up the ass and not even give you a reach around mOtherfucker! Oh I’m gonna pop out one of your fucking EYES and Skull fuck your HEAD BITCH!!!! YOU HEARD ME!
*The pimp is stomping towards her and reaching into his coat*
[Ruhiger]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] Now it is on, indeed. She looks at him. Simply Looks. At. Him. And here, in the dark, in the late night of Cabrini Green where the monsters roam, she explodes – weeks of agression and frustration suddenly rage free, and she shifts crinos immediately, and grabs the nearest thing to FLING at the stupid Pimp Daddy.
Unfortunately, it is the Hooker that hit on her, grabbed by claws and FLUNG.
[Pimpdaddy] (( hooker trying to evade monster claws!!
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Breeze] (Oh my god this is wonderful, may I watch?)
to dotdot, Pimpdaddy, Ruhiger
[Ruhiger] (dex+brawl)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (*L* watch away. why I have to get straight suxx on a FRENZY check I’ll never know. *L*)
to Breeze, dotdot, fly, Pimpdaddy
[Ruhiger] (Dex+ath)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 1 at target 8)
[Pimpdaddy] *The shemale is grabbed up in Am’s claws, she rears back and THROWS!*
[Pimpdaddy] *The pimp isn’t sure what he’s seeing. the crinos form popping out there in the dark, but he sees the hooker come flying towards him and tries to dodge*
(( dex+dodge))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (str+4+2)
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Pimpdaddy] (( pimp soak))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Pimpdaddy] *The hooker flys though the air, end over end and her foot clips the pimp, knocking him back a step or two. He screams and raises the chrome plated Desert eagle FIVE OH and prepairs to unload on the unholy monster!!!*
[Pimpdaddy]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7
[Pimpdaddy] (( 11))
[Ruhiger] (+8)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Breeze] (Its bad she frenzies but she is throwing hookers at pimps that is great)
to Ruhiger
[Ruhiger] (He deserved it! *grin*)
to Breeze
[Pimpdaddy] *The pimp nearly blind with fear shoots the gun that’s way too large for anything practical. at the garou about 20 feet away BOOOOOM! The night is shattered by the sound*
Dex+firearms
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Pimpdaddy] damage
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 4, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] She does not try to dodge. In fact, she wouldn’t even if she had the presence of mind to do so. All she sees is red. All she sees is the muzzle of the gun. all she sees is some motherfucker who caught her on a REALLY bad day.
All she sees is blood.
She charges, and swings with her claws, once – twice – three times. Nothing human would have a chance…
(2 rage – charge, claw, claw, claw)
[Pimpdaddy] *Ahh but she’d forgotten about hooker number 2 with no teeth.
(( Her secret inits rolled to the crowd
Pimpdaddy
Wed 12:45 am
Roll valid
to�Breeze, dotdot, fly
(( Secret inits for the second hooker HEHEH +3
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
*As AM Sees red, the lil bitch steps to the side and sprays her with MACE right in the over sensitive snout!!!*
((Dex+firearms))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (soak)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (Why that lil bitch… *LOL*)
[Ruhiger] Why that little… She’s maced and if there was rage before? it has increased by leaps and bounds. There is a silent SNARL of fury [Silent and Deadly] as she adjusts to swing that first claw at that little sneaky toothless bitch, on her way to the idiot with the foul mouth and gun…
[Ruhiger] (9-3 for the mace = 6)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Ruhiger]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Pimpdaddy] *SLASH the monster’s claws come around and Riiiip the girls lower jaw just tears free and disintigrates with the blow. There’s a gurgle and the hooker falls back, hands coming up to her ruin of a face as she chokes and starts drowning in her own blood. Yeah, technically shes still alive… but for how long?
Am starts for the Pimp, who seeing the monster coming pisses himself and turns to run!
[Ruhiger] (Claw)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 8, 10 (Failure at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Ruhiger] (……hoboy.)
[Ruhiger] (ahem. HAIL KAHSEENO!!!)
[Pimpdaddy] *By some twist of fate, AM’s claws only shread the back of PIMPDADDY’s coat and spin him back to face her. He screams and trys to shoot the monsterthing again*
(( inits? or keep the same ones?))
[Ruhiger] (You’re the ST – up to you. *g*)
[Pimpdaddy] (( sure why not. Lets make it interesting. keep um))
Dex+firearms point blank
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 4 (Success x 2 at target 4)
[Pimpdaddy] dam
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (Sta)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Pimpdaddy] *Another shot goes into the chest of the monster but other than feeling the sting, does absolutely no noticeable damage. Could be he blew a hole the size of a basket ball out of her but in her frenzied state she healed so quick she barely felt it, or maybe she has iron nipples. Either way, Pimp daddy’s gun is having no effect.*
[Ruhiger] That motherfucker shot at her AGAIN. And let’s not forget the mace! She aims to finish this, and finish it now – or so some logic will come to her later, after she has ceased to see red covering everything in sight. Especially the asshole in front of her, the one who started this. The one who set. her. off.
There is no turning back, there is no stopping… she is RELENTLESS…. she slashes again, and again, and again….
(3 rage – 4 claw)
(first claw, still -3)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Ruhiger] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Pimpdaddy] *Slash, the pimps arm spirals off and shatters a store front window!*
[Ruhiger] (claw two)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Ruhiger] (Dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 7 at target 6)
[Pimpdaddy] *Slash his upper torso seperates from his lower torso with a blow so devistating that the flesh from his ribs to his hips seems to vaporize into a red mist!!*
[Ruhiger] (Claw 3)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Ruhiger] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 5, 6, 8, 8, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Pimpdaddy] *Her claw comes around and slams though the upper torso and SQUISH out the back heart in her fist as the legs jerkily start to fall!!*
[Ruhiger] (claw 4)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 5, 6, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Pimpdaddy] *Her other arm comes around and the head flys off. More from previous damage than a strike this time. It flew down the way and crashed though somone’s windshield into their parked car. The alarm starts to go off.
From start to finish, both gunshots, the attacks.. might have taken 6 seconds.. The thrown hooker shemale is just rolling over and sees the horror of the armless upper torso with no head stuck, yes STUCK on AM’s forarm and twitching. The legs on the ground kicking as nerves fire to them*
[Ruhiger] The thrown hooker is rolling, and AnneMarie shakes the stupid ass pimp off her arm, and stalks to the other witness, the one who had started all of this. She is covered with blood and lips curl into a wickedly silent snarl….
…what is it they say about running from a predator?
(…oh…please…run…)
[Pimpdaddy] *The shemale screams and passes out. THUD*
[Ruhiger] The shemale passes out, and AnneMarie doesn’t buy that for a minute. She continues her stalk until close enough to give her a [finishing?] taste of claw….
(1 rage, 2 claw)
[Ruhiger] (claw one)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 4)
[Ruhiger] (dam)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 8 (Failure at target 6)
[Ruhiger] (dies!)
[Pimpdaddy] the bloody monster’s claw lashes out and down. Slamming into the Shemale.. but for some reason the way she was laying, the claws hit the side walk beside the hookers head, under her arm between her legs and on the other side. Concreate shatters but… technically the shemale didn’t get hurt*
[Ruhiger] (claw two. HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 4) Re-rolls: 2
[Ruhiger] (Dam. HAIL KAHSEENO!)
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Pimpdaddy] *Slam claw two lashes down and a leg is torn free! That’s more like it. The hooker wakes up with a blood curdeling scream.
Lights are starting to turn on now. People hearing gunshots isn’t that bad, but now screams? People wanna see who got shot!*
[Ruhiger] Time to finish this.
(1 rage – 2 claw)
(first)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 9 (Success x 2 at target 4)
[Ruhiger]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Pimpdaddy] *The second hand lashes down and CRUNCHSPLAT a hole goes though the shemales chest and AM craters the side walk under her.*
[Ruhiger] Once it is finished, she has the sense to summon her will, and snap out of the blood curdling frenzy. Lesson learned here? It is dangerous to allow a modi to go too long between hunts. She runs a bloodied hand over her hair, and then with a breath, she activates her bracelet – and fades from sight, much as a ragabash can blur. And in this state, she starts to gather body parts from broken store fronts, and cars and sidewalks.
The Rage has been spent, and now it is cleanup time. She could call for help from a packmate, but she does not. It is not something she will speak of, this lack of control. She knows better – she should have taken steps sooner, but in the end, all that matters is that she clean up the mess that was made.
[Pimpdaddy] *There were many peices to account for and really, with the damage a ccrinos can do, who ever finds all the eyes?
She does find hooker 1 gurgeling slowly to her death drowning in her own blood.
Someone might have called the cops but this is Cabrini Green in the WoD, they only come here at nigth if somone sets off a nuke and even then they might wait till dawn*
[Ruhiger] She gathers what she can, and finishes off the drowning mace shooting bitch with a quick snap of her neck. Once everything that can be found is found? She tosses them into the damn caddie, and with a bit of concentration – Creates Fire to set it all ablaze. As for the blood, the same gift can be used with eater, to difuse much of it.
[Ruhiger] She’s gonna head back to the packhouse if you want to bring Clark about.)
to Breeze
[Pimpdaddy] (( That’s it folks. Show’s over. Move along. Move along…))
[Ruhiger] After she has cleaned up the scene, still hidden, she returns to the packhouse to clean herself up.
Clearly, she will not speak of these happenings. To anyone.
[Breeze] (Sure, night time or normal time?)
to Ruhiger
[Ruhiger] (Night’s fine – she’s heading straight there from here.)
to Breeze
[Ruhiger] She drops her cloak as she steps into the door of the packhouse/kinhouse/office. Whatever it is called. It is her building, her space, hers. It contains her workout room, and Sniper the Snapping Turtle who has feasted on many a fingertip since she was given him. He’s indulged, and even spoiled, and praised when he bites a packmember. The Kin have learned to leave him alone. That’s just fine by AnneMarie.
She is covered in blood. Her clothing is drenched in it, and her eyes are red and puffy from the mace that still screams through her senses. Her nose burns, forcing her to breath from her mouth. She is, however, unharmed otherwise.
[Evan McCollach] After they returned from the walk through the Moirne Hills, looking for something to bring to the Moon-Water-Woman, Evan stayed around the packhouse. He had set up what seemed to be a metal punching bag, in the yard. It was actually a broken down muffler that was savaged from somewhere. He had been trying to work on his fighting, to bring his abilities up to where he thinks his orator skills are at. And he continues to work on the thing, each punch shaking through his hands while he tries to resist the pain without any use of his gift.
But when AM returns, he stops immediately, looking over her bloodied form. He wasn’t sure if any of it was hers, but her puffy eyes seem to draw his attention and he has to ask.
“Are you okay?”
[Ruhiger] She saw at least one of those punches, and even with her limited vision at the moment, she steps forward. She takes his hand, and folds it into a better, tighter, proper fist. Then slaps it with the palm of her hand. The power is not in the hand. It comes from the shoulder, and through the wrist. Lock the wrist, and the fist, and you’ll do more damage with less bashing of your knuckles.
Only then does she address the question with a wry smirk. Fuckin bitched maced me. Well, that explains the puffy eyes and trouble breathing. She moves through toward the kitchen and the sink where she can finally start washing out the shit from her eyes and nose.
[Evan McCollach] He looked at her when she fixes his hand, he was never really trained to fight. His father had taught him tactics, the ability to read other people, styles of leadership which he rarely uses. But even though his father was an Ahroun, he was not. His duty was to mediate, not fight, not completely.
And after her suggestion of how he should throw a punch is taken in. Then the obvious concern of the moment is focused bakc on the full-moon.
“Why did she mace you?”
It was a bit obvious what happened afterwards, considering the woman is still walking fine and there is a lot of blood on her.
[Ruhiger] She turns on the water, lets it run a bit to get cool, and then pulls the sprayer out and hangs her head over the sink. Then she begins the task of washing out her eyes – her nose will have to clear on its own for the most part, but she can get the majority of the pain gone this way.
She doesn’t answer right away, but when she does it’s bemused. Because I through the whore she was with into their pimp. Simple, really.
[Evan McCollach] As she moved over to the sink and started to rinse out of mace from her eyes, she was working to clean out the pain. And he waited a few moments to allow her to try and clear out her senses. But right now he was a bit shocked, she did what to whom?
“You mean you pushed a hooker into a pimp? Why would she mace you for that?”
[Ruhiger] Apparently she didn’t take kindly to her friend being tossed while her boss fucking shot at me. Why the fuck does it matter, Evan? She maced me – that’s why my eyes are bloodshot and directly resulted in my being covered in their fucking blood.
Annoyance colors her words even as she remains there with the cool water flowing across her eyes.
[Evan McCollach] He was a bit shocked at the fact that she literally picked up a hooker and threw her at a pimp. It must have been a real bad night for her. However when she snapped at him, he was rather unsurprised about that.
“I was wondering just why you got maced. I didn’t think you litteral throw a hooker into a pimp.”
He was watching her finish up with the washing. Before he even though to speak again about this.
[Ruhiger] If I meant pushed, I would have said pushed. I threw the fucking hooker into her gun toting foul mouthed ugly ass pimp. The other bitch maced me as a result. Clear enough?
She finishes washing out her eyes with obvious relief, and grabs a towel to dry off. Being covered in blood is too often an occurrence for it to bother her. But the bleery sight – that was just wrong.
[Evan McCollach] “I was just concerned for you that was all. I saw you covered in blood and your eyes were all puffy. I curious as to know what happened.”
He looked at her when she just seemed to lash out at him through the totemlink. He had been curious and concerned, but that quickly faded away.
[Ruhiger] If he thinks she was frustrated now, he should have seen her before. She slides her hands through her hair, stiff and spiked with blood and gore, and she studies him. I apologize for snapping. It’s been a long frustrating month or four. I don’t do well with questions I’ve already answered. Fortunately, it is not a full moon.
Lips twist into something of a smirk, before she goes to the fridge to dig out a beer. She opens it, and drinks it half away in a few swallows.
[Evan McCollach] He just nodded. He did not know how she felt and he knew better than to make any assumptions of what she thought or felt and be wrong liek last time.
“Do you want to talk about it? What exactly has been bothering you?”
He seemed to move over to the kitchen counter and just lean against it, his other hand moving over his bruised knuckles. He would heal up later, this was more important.
[Ruhiger] She glances at his knuckles again, and holds up a finger. She moves into the work out room, tosses a piece of sausage from the bowl by Sniper’s cage to him, and pets his spiky little head, before she digs in the shelving unit. Grabbing a roll of athletic tape, she returns to the kitchen. Maybe its by way of apology, maybe it’s just so he doesn’t shatter his knuckles everytime he tries to practice throwing a punch. Maybe it’s just what she does. Either way, she gestures for his hand again.
When you practice, tape up the hands. I’ll show you. Helps with proper form and protects a little – not a lot, you’ll still feel it, but less chance of shattering the hand with a missed punch.
She starts with the bruised hand, as he’s clearly been throwing that one more often. He’ll have to learn to toss both fists, but first things first. Her movements are efficient, nothing wasted, and even in so simple a task, fluid with animalistic grace. As for the frustration – I hate inactivity. I am Modi. I am no godi, no skald, nothing like that. I need to fight, else I eventually will lose control. So tonight, I fought. All this.. Volo business. A pause, and then an admittance. I’m out of my league, my element. The fuck’s a mute modi doing trying to commune with spirits?? A huffed breath, silent but ripe with the irritation.
Then there’s the fucking Lords. You realize they want my head on a platter, but refuse to face me because of my current fucking standing? Do you realize I was but a month or two from my Fostern challenge when I chose loyalty to my Alpha over the Sept? It’s driving me insane. They make snide little comments all over town, yet refuse to face me fair. Fucking pussies.
[Evan McCollach] He let her bandage up his fist, wrap it up in athletic tape. He was definately not a great fighter, he was just smart when it came to that slug. He hit a spot and just kept working on it, until it was done and left birth to the centipede. And then he was just lucky he didn’t suffocate to death.
‘Why don’t you spar with Decker? I am sure he could use the challenge too.”
And then he thougth about it, thought about what she experienced different from everyone esle.
“Maybe that is why you are best to meet with the Moon-Water-Woman, this is not your bred skill. You have to sacrifice your time from fighting the wrym to help with investigating. Maybe that is why you had the visions, you see the Raven for what she is. It is hard, but rigth now you’re the only one who has had a vision and has seen the raven as a woman before.”
And then she talks about the lords and her loss of not only her chance at Fostern, but her rank. He knew what it was like in a way, not so much the loss of rank, but to see a chance to better yourself slip away.
“And do you really care what everyone else thinks? Especially what lords think?”
[Ruhiger] An amused, and silent, snort. Decker would wipe the floor with me. He does not spar. Hyde would spar with me on occasion, until I started beating him regularly. Kemp never saw the point. That does not leave me many options.
To her credit, she does not say that he is no challenge. She merely finishes with the first fist, has him clench it, and strike it into her palm, testing the tape and it’s stabilizing strength. A nod, and she gestures for the other hand, and starts to tape it up as well. I would not mind so much if it were not the only thing we are concentrating on. I thirst for battle. I have spent my rage tonight. I will be fine a while longer, and hopefully we will be closer to understanding the Bog by the time I am not fine again. Still, she’d prefer a godi be given the damn visions.
The last question brings a flash of amusement. Not when they have the balls to put actions behind their words. They threaten my death all over town, they threaten vengence and revenge for that which was determined already to not be what they claim, and for which the punishment has been completed. Yet they have no balls to back up their words. Words mean nothing without actions – and they are too scared to back up their own statements for fear of losing honor. What honor is there in going against the will of the council that they sneer at us for turning our back on, no matter what my current rank? It is the chicken’s way out. It is not the way of the Fenrir. I ached ached to plant my fist in the smirking face of Erich the other day. So smug, so snide, so fucking spineless.
[Evan McCollach] “And what would happen if a Fernir cub would to lash out and attack a ranked Fernir in the Storm hammer Sept?”
It was pretty much the same in all Sept, but then again Storm Hammer may be just a little more stern. They were an ancient and powerful sept.
“They want you to snap, they want you to act against them because they know you can’t. Why don’t you come to one of us, me or Decker, we can fix it for you. I know you want to crack him upside the head, but I know Decker can.”
[Ruhiger] Because it is not YOUR NAME, nor that of Silence that they Sully. It is MY honor, MY name that they attack through petty words and useless actions. It is MY fight. Not yours, nor Silences. It is my way, the Fenrir way, to stand up for yourself. If you cannot, you are not worthy to be called a child of Fenris. I will not crawl to Decker or any other to ask them to fight for me.
Only then does she go back to the original question. They would be taught a lesson – they would stand or fall, but either way, a lesson would be learned. Much the same as I forced you to fight me for rank within the pack. You needed to learn a lesson – pack dynamics instead of Sept dynamics. Loyalty gained through trust, and work, not simply because you currently outrank me. Had you refused to fight at all, you would be lower then omega. You would be worthless. Fenrir have neither time nor patience to baby our ranks. We’ve a war to fight. I did not attach Erich, though I wanted nothing more then to do so. I pride myself on my control. It is something I have worked long and hard to achieve.
[Evan McCollach] “When the punishment came down over the issues revolving around Baaku’s death, Decker took the punishment upon himself, as Alpha. We are a pack, if one of our honor is insulted, we are all insulted. I am not asking you to crawl on stomach. I am asking you to trust me.”
He had looked at her, just watching her reaction.
“I am asking you to trust me to fight I battle you cannot, I know you would trust Decker to do so, would you trust me to do so as well?”
[Ruhiger] She finishes the second hand and leans back, grabbing her beer and taking a long swallow. Mental speak seems to dry the mouth as well. Or she’s simply thirsty. Either way.
And the night I was forced to ask you of Baaku’s life, you refused. You wished only to speak of his death as well as my part in it. Do I trust you to deal with others on the same issue? No. You are not unbiased.
You do not understand any of it, and are clouded by the pretty stories and words and memories people speak of. They forget the other side of the coin. They forget that he challenged us not once, but many times, over many moots, in front of all these witnesses who cannot remember it now simply because he is dead. He threated my death because I would not allow him to attack my alpha from behind in a spineless manner. I acted with Honor. He challenged. I accepted. He lost. THAT is the way of it. I did my penance. I wrote and prepared the Edda. They write pretty words that tell only half of a story.
I have taught you when I could. I teach you tonight. Even though I had to force you to quit throwing my rank in my face for this is pack, not the sept. That too was a lesson. I have accepted you into the Eagles, a pack that I have seen fractured, a pack to which I am the last remaining loyal member of over a year. I was forced to try out for 6 months before I was declared fit to join the Eagles. I have watched the others all go. I still have respect for some of them. Others, not so much. My loyalty is to Silence, to Fenris, to the Nation.
If I am forced to wait to fight for my own honor, I will do so. I will not like it. But it is necessary. They will not come to Silence because he will finish them. They went to Kemp thinking he was a weak link, because he had left the pack. They go to Skadi for she cannot wash her distaste of the Eagles from her mouth. But they are Fenrir. They will not give the Lords what they wish – a proclamation against us as a whole. But even so, they will not come for me until I attain at least Cliath again. Then they will attack, and hope that I am weak. Then I will have my say in the only voice I have. It is my fight.
It is also, perhaps, more words then anyone has heard from her in a very long time.
[Evan McCollach] Evan seems to rock to the side and for a moment, for the brief second his eyes seem to change a little, turn a brighter emerald green. It may just be the trick of the light.
“Understood. You see me as biased and it is probable. You say you think that your honor is only able to be gained back by a fight, the manner of which you have your only voice. And yet I too hoped that you would learn a lesson from this bog event. That not ever battle can be won by fighting.”
And he looked at the bandaged hands of his, he was pondering an old thought.
“And were you not the one who questioned how Baaku would have earned the proper honor on the battlefield, a place where glory is earned?”
[Ruhiger] And how is it to be won. Shall I stand by and allow them to take my head? Or to take yours or Silences in my stead? They want my death. They will have to fight to get it. I have not taken the fight to them. They will bring it to me. Unlike Baaku, I will not stand idly by when that happens.
A dark glare. I do not see his final actions as honorable. We will not have that discussion again. I asked of his life. Not his death.
She finishes her beer, and stands to grab another. And you forget – they all find me a worthless, voiceless mule. My parents sin was not mine. My only sin was in surviving to bear the weight of the Nations scorn.
[Evan McCollach] “Trustworthy. You have been yourself so to who is most important to you.”
He does not stir, he does not move. His words are measured.
“Loyal, you have proven your loyalty to whom you wish.”
His body was solid, as if in his mind he was challenging himself, testing his own honor.
“Respectful and just, you see it through your eyes, no others. That is where you must learn to fight to regain your honor, if you wish to regain that honor from the shadowlord. You will have to play by their rules, in their court. You will have to openly challenge them, let them make the rules if you want their respect. And they will test you in areas where you are not at your best. As you tested me by fighting to gain some bit of acceptance within this pack, so too will you have to be tested for them to accept you again. And if you can beat them at their own game, they will feel have no choice but to accept it and you will be justified.”
He paused.
“And you must make sure it is a fair challenge, someone must meditate it and you can not once waver from the rules set forth.”
[Ruhiger] She smirks and shakes her head. I am no skald. My words are rage and fire. But make no mistake – I do not wish the Shadowlords to accept me. I wish them to keep their fucking mouths shut about me and my pack, or I will shut it for them. In essence you are correct – for any but a Modi, perhaps for any but THIS modi. I don’t want their acceptance. I could give two shits what a ShadowLord thinks of me. I care that they cannot do anything but wag pretty tongues to everyone BUT me. They have no honor, they wriggle snakelike in the grass, nipping at everything around their enemy instead of having the balls to face him. It is spineless. Honorless.
She shrugs a shoulder, then heads toward the door of the kitchen. You speak well, but forget I am a Daughter of Fenris. They cannot even fight face to face with their words. Even that would be better then this.
I must shower. Keep practicing. Perhaps I’ll even let you hit me once, next time we spar.
Another twisted smirk, before she heads upstairs to a hot shower, and clean clothing.
((I have to finish an article and get to bed. thanks for the scene!))
[Evan McCollach] (Yeah I have to get to bed too, I see my sentence are starting to not make as much sense as I hoped)
[Evan McCollach] (Thanks for the scenage it was fun)
[Ruhiger] (Yup – Night!)