July 09, 2005.07.09.05. - songs & tales [july moot pt 5][songs and tales - forum]
(nelly)
The Assembly area had a few new things besides a bbq pit and a keg. There was also a piano, drum set, few amps, microphones, a stereo system and speakers wired in the rafters, and the chalk outlines of a soon-to-be-built stage. Nelly sauntered into the center of the half circle, a beer cup in one hand and the green duffle bag in the other. It was the bag she let slip onto the ground and took a sip of beer before beginning. Those lazy eyes were hidden under the brim of the odd black velvet hat, the two golden tendrils of hair clinging loosely to her cheeks. Her body turned slowly a 360 till she found the one face she was looking for.Kemp.
A grin crossed her face as she made her way to him. One hand brandished in the air as the other kept her beer from spilling, "Look at em! Sittin ova here broodin lahk some tired teenage kid in school. Just waitin for the bell to ring so he can get the fuck out a here..." she paused just before him. Fingetips swiftly went to squeeze his cheeks together, making his lips pucker like some fleshy fish, "What am ah suppose to do with a face lahk this? How am ah to entertain the great heckler of bordom? The king of glum? The prince of tigh asses?" releasing him she turned around, "Hmmmmm..."
Back to the middle with a snap to her hips. She took a second sip of beer, lips pursing to lick the froth from their folds. One finger raised in the air, "A Roast it is! For all and to all! Maybe then the glum king will have a different expression than complete bordom. Maybe since everyone cannot stop faght'n eachother. It just maght be fun, god forbid! Don't worry, if ah say anything to insult ya'll its purely intentional," one brow arched as she stopped. Free hand going to perch upon her hip, "For those hauty assholes who cannot take a joke ya got two options. Suck it up for some fun or get the fuck out of mah circle! Ah'm givin ya till ah finish mah beer..."
And indeed she stood there, raised the cup to her lips and began to slowly chug the contents back. She even went so far as to refill the cup from the keg once it was emptied. Belching very loudly one time as she made her way to the center again, she wiped her lips with the back of one hand.
"Alraght, long enough... Here goes...Alphabetical order even," she pivoted upon the heels of her boots till every face was found...or not.. and called out...
"Anne Marie," hand went to perch upon her hip, "Babe! If ah told ya once ah told ya a thousand tahms. If ya can't fit all twelve inches in without damag'n ya vocal cords then just don't do it at all.
Aodhan, the famed to claim Prince of the Fianna..." her beer hand went out to balance the cup as she took a momentary low bow, "I hear ya a self made man. Its nace that someone took the blame," a breath, a pause, a glance around, "No good? Lil lower? Ok, yo momma is soooooo fat, she was floating in the ocean and Spain claimed her for the New World.
Balance Without Fault... man's about as useless rubba lips on a woodpecka
Barny...EB, do ya eva wonda what lahf would be like if ya would of had enough oxygen at birth?
Bram! Ah'd lahk to see things from your point of view but ah just can't seem to get mah head that far up mah own ass...
Brianna, tell me babe, did the villiagers weep when they lost their idiot?
Calvin, oh dear lord... Boys so stupid he calls the cocaine help lahn to order more.
Cliooooooonaaaaa!" chuckling as she turned and pointed at her. Then a fein of mock shock, "lil miss Holly... oh..oh dear" hand going to her lips but a moment, "Well, today was a total waste of makeup...." a brow arching, she turned to adress the crowd as a whole, lifting one arm up, "Everyone give the girl a hand though, she has invented the shortest book in the world. Its called 'Irish Wit and Wisdom'."
Making her way around the circle, pausing before the always seductive Splinter Cell, "Cheza! She's lahk a shotgun. Yup. Two cocks and she blows.."
Chuckling, she paused just before the Eagle group and looked to..."Decker! Lemme ask ya sumptin..." hand playing with her bottom lip a moment, "Is it ya job to spread the ignorance?" turning from him to walk a few feet into the center circle again. Voice raising, "This man has no patience! Everytahm we have sex he refuses to wait for me to lubricat mah strap-on!"
She paused just center, turned and looked around, "What about Erik? Oh mah goodness! Ah see the Screw-up Fairy has visited us again. This man is so ugly, just afta he was born his momma said, 'Oh what a treasure!' and his daddy said, 'Yes, lets bury it!'...."
"Esther!" she stopped cold, frowned deeply and placed a hand back on her hip, "aw see now it ain't fair to throw a damn nun at me!" she looked long at the girl, took a sip of beer, then said, "Fuck it, ah gpt mah red boots on today to go to hell in..." pacing around in a small circle, "Girl was in the confessional 'n said, 'Father, bless me for ah have sinned. Ahve commited the sin Vanity, ah look in the mirror twice a day and tell mahself how beautiful ah am..' Preist sits a minute, leans forward and says, 'My dear ah have good news, its not a sin... its a mistake.' " stopping mid-stride she looked around, "No? What, not low enough?" heading back off again, "Ok.. How do ya get a nun pregnant? Dress 'er up as an alter boy.."
In front of Ewan she paused, bit upon her lower lip and looked him over. Then, "welcome to ya first Chicago Moot... tell us, Do ya still love nature... despite what it did to you?" she gave a wink and moved on.
"Evens the Odds... only odds he's been evening is the downward spiral of the genetic gene pool...An' his pack, ya'll all met em... Science tells us laght travels fasta than matta... thats why that whole pack appears bright until ya hear em speak..."
"Gabriel or as we lahk to call em, Mister Fancy Pants... " swishing her ass as a hand gestured absently in the air, "Tell me babe, did the aliens forget to remove the anal probe?"
"Harry!" waving from her spot center circle, "Ah can't belive that out of ten thousand sperm you were the fastest..."
"Hyde!" turning to look at him. Wincing immediatly, "ewwww... yes mister scary man" shaking her whole body like some great shiver just ran down her spine. However, not one drop of beer spilt. S'called talent, look it up, "S'ok love, go ahead and tell em everything ya know" immediatly she sat down and crossed her ankles, "Its only gonna take, what, ten seconds?"
"Jack!" the name boomed as she raised back up and pointed to the new coggie, " saw ya momma today! She was kickin a can down the street. Ah asked her what she was doin. She said, 'Movin'."
"Jukebox jukebox... Man so hairy they filmed 'Gorillas in the Mist' in his shower," her pace was back in circles again...
"James Wagner, the Sandman himself, " she stopped short before him and threw an arm around his shoulder, "no, no babe, save ya breath. Ya gonna need it to blow up ya date lata," chuckle shaking her body, she looked to the crowd and asked loudly, "Any ya'll heard him sing? Ah could eat alphabet soup and shit out betta lyrics," slapping him on the ass once before heading back center circle.
"Jody! She's lahk a bowlin ball. Picked up, fingered, then thrown in the gutter," a breath. She bent over at the waist, a hand going to rest on her knee, "Hey sugah, if ah throw a stick, will ya leave?"
Straightening back up, shoulders squared, chin lifted, "Josephina- or Virago - She's lahk a bag of chips... FREE-TO-LAY.."
"Josh Bradford! Ya momma like a turkey, all she can do is gobble..." grabbing her own crotch, "Nuts"
Then it was her lips stopped trembling. Brows furrowed and she took a few steps forward, head tilting askew, "Justin? That you? Who let ya out of the cage?!"
Turning suddenly and pointing to, "Kasche! Man's so ugly his momma had to be drunk to breast feed em."
"Kemp! Ain't forgot about ya babe... man, what a waste of a big dick..." sauntering over to him..again..."never could for get that ya know. Now ah ain't sayin he's dumb.." yet she paused midway to turn and face the crowd, "but when Tristan told em it was chilly outside, he ran out there with a spoon," a raised to rub upon her chin, "Hmmm, Maybe thats why he don't mate.." heading back center again, "there's no vaccine for stupidity!"
Center she stood and looked at Kirk with her nose wrinkled up, "Jeeze, this boy so nasty he makes speed stick slow down...
Kristopher St. Peters!" turning with a waggle of her brows, "Ah've seen people lahk you before... course, ah had to pay admission..."
"Butta!" hard to miss the black man. He was taller than anyone in the crowd, "Sorry babe, gotta do it, ready?" a breath, "Ya momma so dumb she stared at an orange juice carton just cause it said 'Concentrate'. Yo momma is so old she was a waitress at the Last Suppa. Yo momma so fat, she lay on the beach and people run 'roun yellin 'Free Willy! Free Willy!'..." jogging back to the center...
A pause, head tilted, confustion spreading across her face, "Milo? Ah see the wheels spinnin, but the hammster looks dead!"
"Wait, we are on 'N' now..." tapping her lips with the tip of one finger, "Lets do a combo here...
Natasha 'n Vasek have a combined I.Q. of 2. Too bad it takes 3 to grunt," waving a hand around in the air dismissivly, "Ah mean with them it is apparent that the problem with the gene pool is that there is no life guard!"
A hand came back to pause upon her chest. Sighing dramtically, "Me! " backbone straightening, "The only reason ah wear underwear is to keep mah ankles warm. Hell even ah worry bout mahself sometahms.. last tahm Butta screamed 'Hoe Down!' ah dove 'n hit the floor. Ahm just lahk 'Bo'... Last tahm we had battle ah accidently ran the otha way. If ahm eva mad at ya and ah throw one of mah grenades.. don't panic! Just pick it up, pull the pin, and throw it back to me," shaking her head before she took a sip of beer.
"Rayne! Girl's house is so dirty, cocroaches ride around on dune buggies.
Riss! Girl's so stupid when they asked her to 'sign here' she put 'Sagittarius'. "
"Rune! She still out of town? Fuck it, she can kick mah ass when she gets back..." giving a nod to the Eagles, " mean, her whole purpose in lahf is to simply serve as a genetic warning to othas...The inbreeding is certainly obvious in her family.." a wink given and she turned...
"Sam the Fang... Aw, don't feel bad sugah, alot of people got no talent.
Sam the Irish! If ignorance is bliss, ya must be the happiest man on earth.
Sebastian! Call em Vast cause of the sizable gap in his ass. Oh babe, bah the way, the proctologist called. They found ya head."
She stopped before the Fury Elder Syndel and whistled low, turning back to the crowd, "Hell if what ya don't know can't hurt ya, this chick is invulnerable!" thumbing over her shoulder, she moved to the next on the Roaster.
Stopping before TashnaHeca, she chuckled softly, "Man so ugly, when he was born the doctors slapped his face...." body tilted slightly upon her toes as fingertips wrestled into those tight front pockets, "Here babe, here's a seashell.." handing him a black pebble, "Go buy back ya people's land..."
"Taxi!" hand going up in the air as she turned to walk center, "Hey luv....Everygirl has the right to be ugly..but ya abusin the privalige sugah..
Trey Bishop... Say, aren't you the poster child for birth control?
Vashton! Dear lord..." nose wrinkled up, tongue sticking out to him a moment in time, "Vashton is SO nasty, he pours salt water down his pants to keep his crabs fresh," wincing she turned to the next..
"William. Will! Babe," pointing at him as those bedroom blues drifted around the crowd, "This man has run into 873 glass paned windows since he arrived to Chicago," a glance back, a mock whisper, "S'ok babe, keep talkin... eventually you will sound smart..."
"Wyatt! Now, afta meetin this man, ah am in favor of abortion in case of Incest.
And last but not least... Yu Gan!" she turned to face him. A deep breath drawn and she reminded herself this was all for fun, no harm ment. Hopefully he understood that, she didn't want to be banned from her Pad-woon-sen again. She glanced around, voice raising high, "When he was born, the doctors came out of the room and said, 'I am sorry, we did everything we could... but he pulled thru'," a prego pause as she glanced at him, "Hey, what's yellow and goes 'cheep-cheep'? Give up? Ya wife!"
And at once she turned to bow, "Thank you, Ah'll be here for five seconds longa before all the sticks in the mud clobba mah ass," chuckling as she raised back up and chugged the rest of the beer.
"(trey)
Trey stands, making his mark on the proceedings after Nelly has finished, looking around at those assembled."Hey...Not singing so don't worry...Ain't in a mood to right now." The smile fades slowly as he sits back down, leaning forward as he takes the locket off his neck.
"Got a story instead..."Opening the locket, then bringing his eye's up to the crowd.
"Back in LA, where I'm from, there was a guy. George Ramone. Or Shadow~Bear as he was deeded. Big hulking guy he was too, think Butta but mexican and less of a girl..." A tight smile at Butta.
"He taught me what it was to be Garou. The rites, the gifts, the spirits...Hell he took me out drinking one night, got me so drunk I couldn't see straight then made the both off us go and clean out a wyrm ridden stink hole of a place..." A laugh, hands tightning on the locket.
"Any how...Thats a different story...This one begins on a night, a hell of alot nicer than this, at the Sept of Lands End, where I grew and Shadow was Talesinger. Seemed that those black hearted sons of bitches from the wyrms left testicle the Spirals decided that the Sept would be an easy target.
So after a few moments of deceit, hit and run, stuff like that...they struck. And they struck hard.
I was there...I fought. I used the gifts that Gaia gave me and the knowledge that everyone in my pack taught me..."
He catches himself for a second, pausing then continuing, no longer looking anyone in the eye."First...they killed kin. Slaughtered two families before the packs could convene. Shadow went after his mate, Iluka...Lovely woman she was.
She cost the Spirals one life in exchange for hers. I will never forget the strenght she had while facing down that beast. Shadow and me got to the house after, and I helped hold off the last ones while Shadow said his good byes to her. But I felt his rage like the light from Helios...And in that moment I realised that this is why we are here. To protect, not watch, not listen..." Anger creeps into his voice, one hand clenched into a fist.
"We fought them where ever we could find them but no one could keep up with Shadow. He'd take out three of them and then keep moving, steaming headlong into battle, howling for blood.I fought...but badly. I think I could count maybe one kill to stand next to his mighty 10 that night...He was a force of nature...But even they can end.
One lucky hit.
One hand...one dirty rotten claw filled hand and I got to see his life leave his body to join our ancestors.
I...Maybe I'm not the one to tell this story...cause I feel guilty that I could have stopped it. But thats why we are here isn't it...To protect? Maybe I'm just too young..."
Wiping his eye's, then standing with the locket dangling from his outstretched hand.
"Shadow~Bear...Beloved Fostern Galliard of the Childern of Gaia, Mate to Iluka Kiniox, Talesinger of the Sept of Lands End. I share no ties to you other than friendship and duty, no packs or blood bind us...but I remember you as brother, and now those here know that you fell in battle valiently against those that try to take what we have."
A pause, then sniffing back the tears in his eyes as he sits down, a small smile on his face as he looks at Nelly.
"I'm such a girl..."
(leroy)
LeRoy is one of the first to applaud. Fingers rising to press between his lips and give a 'southern' whistle that HE loved it! The Roast that is. Eyes however darted left to right. Over each present, some more than others. In every crowd there unfortunately is that single fucker who takes offense no matter what. His eyes searched eagerly for just that stupid jit who'd try and take vengence. A beat down would be coming. But until such a case presented itself. A loud thunderous clap was given, a shout-out "Aiaght cocksucka's...ribs up...everyone grab ya some!" Making gesture towards the smoking grill in which he'd been slaving most the day over...and just for them! As if anyone would appreciate it.
When Soda up and told his tale, LeRoy quietly listened. When all was done, and Trey scanned for approvals, LeRoy let a death howl out in honorance of Shadow Bear. Then promptly ushered Trey a beer. "Good tale squirt.." Giving him a wink and his encouragement.
(ewan)
Ewan just watches the diatribe with those clear glassy blue eyes of his. Blinking far to infrequently for most peoples tastes. A slight smile crossing his lips when addressed.
(hyde)
Hyde stands with his arms across his chest. Listening. When he's addressed in the list he nods. "You'd probably only need 5..................................." Then a nod.(will)
Will in raven form up in his perch caws. "Oh it's got to be WAY more than that... are you counting the ones I flew though.... and the ones I peeked though to watch you at work.. er... play?" Oh if a bird could grin.(yu)
Yu Gan listens though the entire list. he was last by virtue of his name. He was waiting for it. One lupine ear flickering as the lupus watched and listened. A lupine nod to the first part and a tilt of his head at the second. A bit confused. His wife was white. A swish of his tail though to show he could take a joke and knew it for jest.
(calvin)
Calvin -- is laughing. Or well. He is by the end. When his turn came, steam was almost blasting out of his ears. "HEY NOW--" he begins before someone, probably Riss, shuts him up.But a couple insults down, he's more or less forgotten that bit. By then end, he's holding on to one skinny shoulder of Riss's, doubled over, laughing 'til tears ran down his face, repeating some of the choicer bits.
*
(decker)
Decker is, unsurprisingly, less amused. Now what the hell was the point of all that? He didn't hear a fuckin' story in there. He just heard a great big waste of his time. His mouth twitched once or twice. Hard to say if it was fury or amusement, though.Give him this much: he waits for Nelly to finish prancing around. But before she quite makes it 'offstage', he had one cold comment to make.
"'N when tha hell didja switch moons ta Ragabash, Nelly?"
*
(vasek)
Vašek, Hispo-formed, give no discernible response whatsoever. His ear flicks once at mention of he and his sister. That's it.*
(vast)
Vast laughs when Nelly is finished, and laughs hard, even going so far as to clap a perfunctory time or two. Then the Galliard answers her, a smile still on his lips."Challenge accepted. I'll give you my terms by the end of the moot."
(josephine)A hand goes to Vast's arm - some sort of hidden message of restraint, though when her gaze would finally meet his eyes, there is the flicker of a smile on her lips. One that had been there before, throughout the whole of the monologue, but this time imbued with a hidden message. The same that is in that light touch. However, the words of challenge slip past his lips and the touch is broken.
With her own acceptance of the humour of the performance, even if it is not one she completely shares, she calls out with laughter in her voice, "I think you mistake me, Murphy's Law, for someone else." Her voice drops, sardonic, the tone in her voice still meeting that humour. "I am never free." The Silver Fang gives the galliard a wink, and the flash of a grin, before she adds to Vast aloud for everyone to hear, "Make sure you correct her on that point, nephew." Then turns away - awaiting the rest of the proceeding.
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(natasha)
Natasha is much like her brother, except in homid form - so even less response. The flat of her eyes, the lack of humour in the line of her mouth. Though she hides it, however, there is interest. Listening carefully to each that was said, the reactions of all - and maybe if it were anything to stir in those undercurrents, it would be that rather than the words itself.- - -
(bambi)
Bambi is looking rather wistful, beside her packmates. If she was in that little recital, she didn't hear it. Bouncing around with the rhythm sticks still in her hand - they had stirred in beat to Nelly's ribald words and to the sound of her own laughter - but now they almost droop like substitute lupine ears. "Did she say anything about me?" she tugs on Riss's arm, the furrows in her brows signalling a storm - though one of the morose kind. "How come Calvin got a mention and not me!? I'm far more interesting than him!" The alpha will have to deal with consoling her.
(hail mary)
Her expression doesn't change. She stands there, the obsidian beads of her rosary clacking gently in her hand as she moves them idly through her fingers.[hail mary full of grace]
Her fingers pause when her name is called, her gaze remains solemn as the comments are proclaimed. An errant wind sends a strand of hair across her gaze, and fragile looking fingers lift to tuck it behind her ear again. Her dark eyes remain locked on Nelly's until she turns to her next victim.
[blessed are thou among women]
And, unexpected or not, there is simply no discernable reaction from the Fury Galliard.
(leroy)
Talesinger..among the Galliards especially was a very coveted position. Highly regarded within the Sept. How else are we to know who did what, how, when and where...not to mention did they do it with flare? Renown bitch, thats the duty of a Talesinger. To give, make the best of it for their fellow Garou who deserved it. However, tis also the Talesinger's duty to ruin it. Say for example...oh someone fuck'd up and did somethin the elders took renown away as punishment? It was these thoughts that held fast in his mind as LeRoy casted his eye between the nonsense Vast was spouting and the rebuke of Decker's bewilderment upon Nelly's proper Moon. Since when is laughter and fun solely the roll of the Ragabash? Does that mean whenever a humorous story is spun, a no moon, new moon whatever catches your fancy to call the Auspice comes forth and takes the mic from the Galliard? Hmmm..interesting perception this Fenris has, less course he's only jesting on his own behalf. Bravo if the later proves more true. Though LeRoy stood silent, knowing full and well that if...and only IF Nelly decides perhaps Decker's failings are good enough to share...she'll be the one sharing them. As the Elders decreed remember? Ooooh how he watched. Whom of good nature and those whom were not."Does anyone want any of m'goddamn ribs!" He shouted. Finger pointing towards the keg and the table before the grill with slabs of BBQue ribs simmering infront of them.
(gabriel)
Gabriel frowns.--
(riss)
Riss, is on the ground, tears streaming from her eyes and whooping with laughter. She emits a highly undignified snort each time one of her Packmates is mentioned and is indeed the one to silence Calvin's outburst with a bony elbow to the ribcage. She will console Bambi best she can, still giggling at intervals and planning to go congratulate Nelly on a fine roasting.
(nelly)
Will made her laugh. One of those laughs that made her entire body shake... so much she even *gasp* spilt some of her beer. This howerver was quickly corrected by another trip to the keg. Apparently she was the only one drinking it right now anyways.........
She looked at Decker and sighed. A hand went behind her back to rest upon her lower back and rub the muscles, "Why is it when someone tells a joke or a Roast they gotta be Raggies?" head tilting askew, "Being born a gibbious moon means alot more than just tellin a tale or singin a song. When's the last tahm anyone here laughed.. ah mean really laughed at one of our Moots? But if ya rather... next tahm ah roast ah'll sing it to the ballads of Peter and the Wolf just for ya, 'k?"
.....
Upon Vast's words she glanced over her shoulder. Brows furrowing together tightly. Challenge? "Oh lord, see what ah mean..." a sigh and she turned around. Those bedroom blues lingering long upon him, "Ain't a challenge. S'called laughta. Ah told ya at the beginning if ya couldn't take a joke.. and a Roast meant it was gonna be about ya too... then to leave. Ya didn't, so that tells us all ya stayed with the knowledge that ya was gonna be roasted and ya wasnt gonna take it wrongly. Only challenge is that ya stood here thinkin ya could take it, but now shows us all ya couldn't. Ya failed. Thanks for playin...bye bye..."
......
Her gaze turned then upon a face she had not seen before. Half mast lids narrowed to see the girl's face better, the one next to Riss and Calvin... hmmm... then the light dawned and she approached her, "Ah'm sorry sugahbee, ah ain't mecha before. Ya must be.... Bambi? Ah promise to get ya story and whip ya up somethin for the next one..."
(bambi)
The child of gaia's asiatic features light up in a brilliant beam at the Talesinger's words. Being galliard herself, and more than appreciative of a good laugh, a good tale and a good song - why, Nelly was nearing celebrity status in the young woman's eyes. Almost, anyway. Suffice it to say, it lasts that moment the glasswalker is talking to her, sparkling from those dark brown orbs.
"Awesome! Just make sure its more outrageous than Calvin's! And," she grins, tossing a smirk in the young silver fang's direction, "IIIIIII can assure you, I can take it!"
(calvin)
Calvin has a response for everything, "Well, duh Bambi, it's cuz I'm MUCH cooler than you." Then, as a concession prize, "Aw, I'm sure that's not it. She just forgot you. 'Cause you're more forgettable than me." He beams. "C'mon, let's get some ribs."*
(decker)
Decker just snorts, unconvinced.*
(vast)
Vast lowers his head a little, chuckling, and then steps forward out of the ring of watchers. Not nearly to the center, no; but away, nevertheless, from the rim."It's not my honor that's tarnished. We all know I have little enough to insult. But my pack is another matter. Here are Garou fine and true, who have served long under Merlin's graces. They don't speak for themselves because they're too damn polite. But that does not change that you have sullied their honor.
"You speak of humor. I hear you. But our humor is not the same. When a falcon tears a cockroach in half, only the falcons laugh. When a peasant throws mud at the queen, the smallfolk laugh. The queen's men draw their swords.
"You're the peasant.
"I'm the queen's soldier."So you see, I am bound by what little honor I have to accept your challenge."
Pause.
"Unless, of course," he adds, with a glance to Josephina, "you were to apologize, or my Alpha were to forgive you."
(leroy)
Now those were fiaghten words. To think that their oath of Honor, practiced by rite, bound by tradition were to be sullied over a percieved quarrel. And it was upon Virago that LeRoy homed his eyes. He'd let the Fang Elder, alpha of that pack decide. Was this truly a matter to quible over...insult another for a jest of humor? Spoil an Oath between two packs? Was it really something so small and insignificant as that to ruin it all just like that? This Fang plays a game without considerations of each angle. LOST or gained. His arms crossed over his chest as he stood next to Nelly, eyes down upon Virago set. Only a quip in his brow at the Fang's boast of sufferance. Well......? Was his expression, and so much more.
(josephine)Amusement. The Silver Fang alpha enjoys wearing it, much like a mask. She wore it when the Talesinger had begun her recital, and wore it even as her packmate first accepted the challenge. Her own contribution to the laughter, dismantling any perceived personal insult taken. Then Nelly's response, and that expression did not change, though those eyes did glint with a certain blue fire. Call it what you like - annoyance, anger - in her, it was merely another depth of that amusement.
So when Sevastian steps forward, his gaze intent on Murphy's Law and with words disbelieving of her back down, she does so also - with a hand. The same that had touched him lightly on the shoulder before.
"Unnecessary, nephew." The words are murmured, quiet, though they can easily carried to the ears of the assembled. And nothing falters in that infuriating smile, moulding the tone of her voice. "The Talesinger is forgiven. Her intent was innocent enough and she can hardly be faulted if this is the only way she can make us laugh."
(vast)
It's impossible to say what may have happened had Josephina not stepped forth with him. It's impossible to say what he might have done, had she not restrained him. Called for a battle to the death. Called for a motorcycle race. Who knows? But whatever else, that he was merely bluffing is not a possibility. Not even close.Yet she does restrain him. And for a beat, nothing happens. Sevastian's eyes remain coolly on Nelly for another moment. No anger in the silvery hue; something worse, indeed. A careless, casual sort of malice. Like his aunt's, and like his mother's, his eyes tilt ever so slightly up at the corners. They give him a certain wildness (or is it Wyldness?), beyond the reach of human range. Beyond the boundaries of human honor, human mercy, human morals.
Then he smiles. You can almost hear him sheathing his blade of a tongue. The quicksilver intensity leaves him.
"As you say, Virago-rhya."
Easily, he stands down.
(What just happened here?)
(milo)
Milo's pale skin, apathetic face, and dark clothing easily provide the punchline for the joke, which the Shadow Lord is actually amused by. The side of his lips curl into a smile and his hands come together to give Nelly a bit of applause as he shakes in silent laughter, leg bouncing in his seated position on a milk crate.(kirk)
Laughter, well, what a Crinos form could do for laughter, was given out in short barks throughout the roast. He only did not laugh at the part about Taxi, but said nothing and remained in good humor.Trey's story, however, did bring a few chokes to his throat and a few sighs of respect.
(annemarie)
There are disadvantages to having a name that begins with A. And being Fenrir with questionable humor, especially upon the Full. As such, AnneMarie starts to step forward - but hesitates, just enough, to allow the Talesinger to continue on.By the time she has gone a few more down the list, the prickle of her ire has begun to subside. When she reaches the end, AnneMarie did what she does best. Remained silent. Though perhaps, if one looked close enough, there was the glint of latent amusement in her gaze, in the slight smirk.
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(cliona)
Cliona arches a brow, and then chuckles. And then laughs at her packmates. And chuckles at some others.And by god if no one ELSE is gonna hel Nelly tap that fookin' keg, she's gonna. She goes and grabs a cup, and sets about seeing how much of it she can drink before shoo'd away, or she falls over. Place your bets....
(taxi)
Taxi wagged her tail, even though she was slightly offended, it just all seemed to be play, so thats how she'd take it.
She let out a few playful barks.
(cheza)
Everyone had a reaction to the Talesinger’s Roast, from fits of laughter and amusement to explosive outrage and righteous irritation. The seductive Splinter Cell wore an expression of neutrality. There was no slight curve of plum pouty lips to form a smirk, nor the gentle arch of a slender eyebrow to quirk in question to the display of emotions presented by all that were flamed, herself included. Even Cheza’s stance was statuesque, placed behind her Shadow Lord packmate, arms crisscrossed over her chest, hands curled over a muscular bicep.Any expression that revealed itself glimmers in the intense gaze of dark eyes, which track the City Farmer through her tour of the gathering. Amusement flavored with a slight annoyance, briefly flicking up to roll heavenward every other name until the Roast was done. In the aftermath, she digested the reactions of those that were most boisterous in their offense. The Silver Fangs, mostly, but people seemed to take it with a grain of salt.
Lips part to speak, adding her voice to the chorus of others, “Only the King who would lay his jester’s head on the chopping block, cannot handle the small iota of hidden fact in his Fool’s lyrical fiction. It’s only a farce, meant in good ribbing to all, I commend the Talesinger on her Roast. She has shown that even a Gibbous can wear the mask of clown. One should learn to grow a thicker pelt if they cannot handle the tiniest of verbal barbs. Sometimes the tongue, in this case, is mightier than the sword.”
The Dark Moon swings her gaze around the attended as a wolfish smirk finally breaks out upon her face.
(kristopher)
*Cracking up laughing Kris grabs ahold of something so that he dosn't fall down.**After he regains his breath and she finishes he walks over silantly clapping and giving her a smile* Hay, forget about the stick in the muds who don't wanna laugh, sometimes they need a remeinder that they ain't perfect and a good rost'll do it.
*Still snickering as he accompanies her over to the Keg, getting some beer and ribs he lights up a cigarette offering her one.* Ohh and darlin, everyone still has to pay to see me. I'm in a band *Grinning* Your just unfortunate enough to be able to see me for free.
*Enjoying the ribs he looks over to LeRoy, giving a full mouthed thumbs up on the grub*
*After hearing the story of the fallen comrad Kris bows his head in silance for a moment, giving the dead the respect due, wondering if he will be hearing this tail again....that all depends on if one of his brothers where there at the fall of this warrior*(barny)
He listened to the roast with a smile. A brow raised as his turn comes, but he was expecting it, and the large dark crinos chuckle softly. Listening on as it goes on, he moves over to the keg as well, helping himself to a cup, even if it looks almost ridiculous in his massive paws.As it goes on, and some can accept the friendly roast, and others cant, he remains silent, standing by Butta, watching, listening. There is no anger in him, no Ire to speak of towards anyone it seems. The Wyrmfoe remains quiet, waiting.
(josephine)The Silver Fang elder could say nothing. She, who had taken a hit completely borne of truth - not some small iota, though none would know it here outside of her packmates and one - had had the grace to add to the jest, and otherwise ignore it until her nephew took offence. That he took offence for her, and the pack, means more to her in the stakes of honour - than whether the insult taken was one made in innocence or malice. Nonetheless, she could say nothing to Cheza's little speech. However, she chooses to, instead murmuring within the glasswalker's earshot, though perhaps not loud enough to be heard by all --
"Are you suggesting, Splinter Cell-yuf, that the tongue was meant to be better than the sword on this occasion?" The hoods of her eyes lower lazily, almost as if this ragabash is bored by the progression of the Songs and Tales and the constant reiteration that if you couldn't handle your fur being pelted by verbal mud, then there must be something wrong with you. She had seen challenges fought for less. "Are you suggesting that your tribe sister's tongue is meant to be sharp - cutting - or is there another use for a sword that I am not aware of?"
Softly, "Perhaps I forgave too easily."
There is a steadiness about the willowy garou dressed in that impeccable ivory suit. There is also a finality, as if this is the last contribution she will make to the matter, and that contribution completely rhetorical - needing no further response from any here, nor willing to engage any further. Whatever challenge Nelly had been perceived to have issued had already been turned down. It would stay that way - and that finality in her voice was an indication of such to those gathered, and also a lead for the members of her pack.
(malkav's char)
*From the second person mentioned to the last he had fallen off his log he had found as a seat and was rolling around on the ground laughing his ass off loudly and holding his side he heard his name stoped took a deep breath and continued laughing it takes him a few moments to collect himself once she is done and he listens to the next stories but every time after the stories he looks at a few individuals he starts to snicker*
(nelly)
She turned upon heels and lifted a cup filled hand in the air, voice lifting to echo off the rafters high above... She walked back center stage as she spoke, waving the empty cup around absently in the air...."Stand down you Knights,
You king of Kings, you women of cloth
and you angels with golden wings!Stand down you blacksmiths
You tailors and merrymen,
You farmers of feilds and terry anchormen!Stand down your arms and torches the like
Stand down your shields of broken hearts
Stand down your crowns of justified pride
Stand down your rapier tongues that cut the NightStand down! Sayeth oh! the lowliest of Peasants
Stand down! For with hearts of rage you miss the Mother
Stand down for we are all brothers and sisters
Stand down for we ready to shed our blood as One!Stand down, oh you babes and children of fright
Stand down and watch your warriors head to a dying light
Stand down and pray for their safe passage returned
Stand down and remember all ills mean nothing in the Silent Grave!Stand down, sayteth oh the innocent tongues
Stand down, screams the might of the midnight Sun
Stand down, cried the worldy broken Mother, she cries...
'Stand down and remember.... remember Me'..."
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Sept of the Malestrom...
As ill pass for as was said, no harms will pass tongues...
I present to you as Songs and Tales go on
A traveler of from the wayward shores of Verona
Trey 'Soda Pop' Bishop....[[Insert Trey's Tale Here]]
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And she sat, off center stage. Sat by the keg to fill her beer and be with her pack. Listening with an open heart to what the tale of far away had to say. Remember she did, and with Butta's raised ode for the dead.. her own form melted into lupus to add a Hero's Death Call in honor of Shadow-Bear.
Homid was taken however, once more as Trey headed off center. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and gave a teary kiss upon one cheek. Taking his beer to refill..
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(kemp)
First he had his face grabbed and for a moment thought it was going to end up between those knockers again like it had before. Then the roast started and all he could do was snicker and crack up, even if it might get him slapped upside the head by Decker. Laughing because well, it was funny and Nelly even slammed herself in the jest. Laughing that is until the challenges and bitching started."Awfuckme. Here we go again, just like every moot."
A shake of his head and then the downer of the story of honor. Once more sinking down to a grumpy brooding.
(hailmary)
"It is said..." The young fury, who speaks now, after the fun, after the serious, during a lull in conversations around the bonfire. "...that all things happen in threes."She stands now, moving before them, this fragile looking woman-child become warrior. Her dark hair, unbound, falls down past the small of her back in heavy waves, and her skirt falls to a modest length below the knee. It is off white, and gathered at the neck, wrists, and waist. Her eyes are by far the most striking feature in an otherwise plain face; large, dark, fringed with darker lashes, and speaking of intelligence and untold mysteries somewhere in their depths.
She does not smile. Perhaps she never does, perhaps she never will. She folds her hands before her, and looks into the dancing flames. "Many of us, born of the Mother, know this to be true. There are the three, the Wyld, the Weaver, the Wyrm. There are the Three, the Crone, the Mother, the Maiden. It was even on the Third Day the son of the blessed mother rose from the dead, and regained his place in the holy Trinity. Even in the most basic of levels, with all else pared away, do we exist in a Triad, for we are born, we live, and we die."
She pauses, and looks over those that listen, contemplating something, quietly. "It is a story of a Glorious Three I speak of now. Their names were Elsbeth, Elenor and Elana. From a long line of warriors were they born, and they had begun their life with full expectations that they would never die, that they would not complete their personal Triad, but instead live forever. Elana was the eldest of the Sisters, a serious maiden, not unlike myself. She toiled with the earth, breathing life into the aging soil, so that greens could be grown to feed her sisters. Elenor, the middle child, had an affinity for numbers, and as such toiled with the records, making sure the others had what they needed through careful business practices. Elsbeth was a carefree child, never giving thought for tomorrow, spending her days in dance and laughter. She did not often frown, where as the other sisters rarely smiled. The three, together, however, created a balance that saw them prosper well."
She pauses once more, slender, fragile-looking fingertips lifting to her right shoulder, sliding under the gathered neckline to touch the hidden scars there, as well as the Tattoo that follows the diagonal lines. A moment's concentration is all it takes, and when she draws her hand back, a Labrys is pulled with it. She grasps the traditional weapon of the Black Fury in both hands, standing its end on the ground between her feet. The fire glints off the wicked blade, dancing across it's perfectly shaped edge. Her hands hold the powerful weapon easily, giving the sense of one who has wielded it often enough in battle so that it is merely an extension of her arms.
"This belonged to the Sisters." Her stance and demeanor changes, subtly. She is no longer quite as fragile looking, she no longer gives the impression that she will break, that she will blow over under the slightest breeze. She is the Holy Warrior, a Sister with a Mission, a mild child become fierce battle maiden.
Still, she does not smile. "The first to fall and end the cycle in search of another beginning, wielded this Labrys until her final breath. Elana was no match for the enemy that took her life, tearing through the source of the Sisters nourishment. Elenor took the battle blade then, and strove to stop the enemy as he destroyed all they had worked so hard for, but even she had to admit the numbers did not add correctly, and she too fell.
"Then it was Elsbeth's turn. When the carefree child took up the blade, she began to sing. It was not the carefree song of her youth, for she was no longer young. It was not the spirited song of life, for she was certain she was about to die. It was a warriors cry, a piercing song that struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it and gave birth to the Battle Maiden deep within her skin. Elsbeth shifted then, her strength far more then those who would attack her and the Labrys, this Labrys whistled through the air as she lay waste to any that would step before her.
"Elsbeth defied death that day, and each day after it stalked her. A warrior now, she was no longer carefree. Having discovered her strength, she forgot that which made her unique. In finding a battle maiden, she lost the child she had been. In doing so, she opened the door to corruption in her heart. She fought bravely and well, for many years, and she became my mentor when I was delivered to the Sisters. No matter how she wielded her Labrys, however, she was not strong enough to keep the stain of the wyrm from her heart, from her soul.
"They came for us in the dead of night. We knew the battle was coming, we did not know of the traitor in our midst. The Sisters sounded the alarm, and we formed our resistance. A mere Cub, I was sent to the Chapel to offer Gaia the prayer of the Warriors. Before taking my position by my Sisters to fight for what we believed in. It was there, on my knees in prayer, Elsbeth found me. Of long association, I knew she was there the moment she entered the chapel. As I prayed for the safety of the sisters, my rosary in hand, I heard the whistle of the Labrys, this Labrys slice the air behind me. I spun, and swung, and buried my own blade deep within the Traitor heart, forgiving her as she fell dead at my feet."
She bows her head a moment, respect for the dead, for a Former Sister fallen. Then softly. "It is not for myself that I tell this Tale, but for Elsbeth, and for you. In a world of Threes, where we all must be born, live, and die, it is important that we forever remember where we come from, who we are, lest the wickedness find easy root in our hearts, our souls. This is the battle we were born to, this is the battle we must wage. This is the battle for the very Heart and Soul of Gaia, and in the end, all we have to carry us through is the strength of our convictions. All we have is our Faith."
And with that, she raises the Labrys easily in her hands, holding it for but a moment, before she lifts it up, and over her shoulder, to once again meld into the tattoo near the scars she bears from that same night. That tale, however, must wait.
(syndel)
Nelly's jokes only made Syndel chuckle to herself, giving the lass a wink and grin when she got to herself. Relaxed and silent, she had only watched the others until Esther started to tell her tale. She watched the younger Fury silently, listening intently to her tale. At the end, she gave a warm smile to her alone, then it faded and she again watched and listened.
(jody)
Jody narrows her eyes as her name is called, but just whines and turns her head as the joke is made. She lays back down and puts her paws over her muzzel, glancing to Riss."I don't get it."
(kirk)(
Kirk bows his head accordingly and sniffles a little at Esther's tale.
(calvin)
Calvin's still laughing -- "Jody, she called you a dog."...since, y'know, Jody likely wouldn't know what a slut is.
(jukebox)
Ribs?
Someone mention ribs?
James Branson is caught - quite literally - red(ish)-handed by the time the Talesinger focuses on him
far be it from the Elderman Gnawer to scrimp on LeRoy's BBQ sauce, after all
and within a few moments.... that may very well be his undoing
nearly choking on the current mouthful in response to Nelly's playful Roast
once the talented songstress reaches J he's given up the art of chewing alltogether
biting off his tongue won't help his Empire State accented slur by any means"Hey nah.... I goh pay well f'r tha' show'r scene!"
the half-naked rib currently in-hand used to point at the Southern Galliard
feeble attempt at defending his honor during her pause for breath
his too, somewhere within the laughter rolling endlessly from his chest
at least some Eagles have a sense of humor
and James appreciates the levity for what it's worth and meant
( fucking. priceless.)
too bad the jest won't last as long as needed or appear as often as welcomebeer mug's filled his turn at the keg, then raised in toast to the Galliard's effort
(....I owe you a drink for that one, Murphy's Law, good show.)
amusement fading to somber regard as sadder tales unfold((fuckin' DYING OOC... but on a side note, if you're talking about Sam Sterben the Fang? He's not present at the moot and don't think he's met any noteworthy Garou to be acknowledged. Love you included him anyway *grin*))
(moonsaber's pc i've also forgotten the name of)
The Native American Half-Moon simply watches Nelly with an amused smile, his thoughts and comments kept to himself.. attempts at seeing truth in that put to the side for simple enjoyment. This was her stage and place, and it was his simply to watch and enjoy, which he did.(nelly)
[*grumbles and edits* sorry]She sat by the keg, cross legged upon the ground as she listened to the tales. Her attention upon the Fury remained firm, for rare it was one hears them speak of such happenings as this. A soft smile placated her face, a tip of her head was her thankfulness. Her gaze floated around after the Fury had stepped back, waiting for the next to come forward.
Insert Crickets.
With a snort she climbed to her feet and sauntered across the cleared center circle. A pause she stood then just before first Drums-On-Skulls, then the Sandman, then Vash, then Trey. Each man she offered a hand and should they take it, guided them each to a specified instrument. Her explanation was muttered clear, “Jam session…. Oh just do something…”
Whether they broke into indeed a jam session, told their own stories, bitched and moaned, or what-have-you… she waited patiently before moving on.
This post has been edited by hikeslegandpees on Jul 10 2005, 18:53 PM
When the centered circle was cleared and the noise died down, her voice lifted.“There lived in the city of Chicago, two young wyrm minions, whose names are tweedle dee and tweedle dumb. Scouts they were of some larger thing. For rare it is one finds them without purpose or deed. Ah infact came across these two some nights ago within our territory. At Ripley’s Leave It or Not pawn shop!
One cracked out, wyrm ridden junkie itched and moaned at the fair Ripley to let him in the shop. A trade he wanted, items for cash to get a quick fix. Or so the story he said goes. Yet as ah came behind him, the spirit of Vine whispered to me his blasphemous secret. Wyrm, wyrm, wyrm, wyrm, wyrm, wyrm!
To make matters further complicated, a weary traveler arrived. Unannounced is how he likes to enter the lands of our cities packs and with the intent to steal the hearts or simply to spread the legs of kin. Gaian though he be, forgotten are the old ways of the Nation.
Perplexed was I? Nay. For a minion of the wyrm is far a better foe than he. So entered the shop I did to protect a Squire from a timely fate. Pushing her back ah approached the junkie traitor. He screamed he just wanted money, just a fix, just one, one, one, one, one, tiny, little, fix…please…a quick exchange with the pretty legged Ripley. So ah obliged him with what ah could.
First came the stings of unseen glass to pry out his inner beast. Ripley sent outside, out of the way for what had to be surely battle. The barbed creature thrashed about for only a moment. A moment, a beat of breath, a time suspended as Rage took form and the hand of Black Unicorn heralded thru this lone southern gal. Dire form was taken. A claw and bite. Like so much paper the wyrm minion was split in twine. Bile and blood flowing to wane life from yet another dark hearted creature.
Oh but of the kin? Wyrm does not come solo, does not send its children out alone. Not often, no. When the Squire hit the door she was swept up by the other, the second scout of the wyrm. Another junkie just wanted a fix, just a fix from the pretty little Ripley. Yet as she struggled and screamed his patience waned. He took a bite.
And of Vash, the Iron Invader? Well with knives he slashed. A blade struck true. Struck into the flesh of the pretty Squire Ripley. Into rib and muscle. The Squire screamed again and found her hands full of saving grace. A gun. One shot. The creatures brains were scattered into the night.Well, not the night, no. All over Ewan Scratch-N-Sniff’s face went the bile and brain. For he had traversed honored in our land to request audience with his Elder. Yet he found two unknown faces assaulting a Squire and stopped to aid. The moment came when he stood still and calm, soaked in the death blow of the wyrm scout… ‘Why did you stab the kin?’
Deed inside finished ah came out to take the broken body of Ripley Smith. Pack began to file in, Butta from across the street came to aid. Squire Boston came by car and medical bag. No worries then that the beautiful kinfolk, squire, Ripley was healed and cared for. No worries that mortal eyes did not see.
So what is the worry? The two minions were destroyed. Celebration in order? Or is a warning in need to be fortold? Scouts of the Wyrm, the first wave has come to pick and prod each section of the city. Beware your kin. Beware your kine. Beware our foes. For now they rest…. And ready a time to strike.”
This post has been edited by hikeslegandpees on Jul 10 2005, 18:52 PM
She had drained her beer, set the cup atop the piano. Center circle she went to sit cross-legged. Voice raising yet the tone was baratone, deep....
"The Ghost People still held their old lands in the year 1820. It was just outside what now is a town called Bear Creek, in Alabama, that their camp laid. A great storm had blow thru just one day prior and only a few trees still remained around the large clan homes. The Elders took this as a bad omen. The Great South Winds had only taken the Ancient Voices of Great Turtle. If these two great spirits had fled their lands, what was to become of the Ghost People?
The Council convened over these questions and more. For one week they took no food and little water within the Sweat Lodge, deep in commune with what spirits still remained. After seven days, the old ones called a warrior to them by the name of Broken Crow. This particular warrior wore the shirt of the Wolf Father and had recently returned from far down Nokose river, brandishing great treasures and stories he had traded with the Spaniards.
“Broken Crow, the spirits have spoken of a great dark seed which has taken these lands. They say the White-hair will soon come for our lands and children….”
Broken Crow shook his head, “Take ease my people. For your warriors have made certain the dark seeds of the Un-named will stay chained to Turtle’s shell. The White-haired will not come for these lands, for they know well Broken Crow and his tribesmen dwell here. They respect our ways…”
The Council took what the great warrior and child of Father Wolf had said with open hearts. Soon it was agreed that the Ancient Voices would return and that the South Winds would soon become calm and peaceful again. The villagers were much at ease with the news and life returned close to normal for the Ghost People.
Yet it was not long, three days later when they learned Broken Crow had fallen in a nearing battle. The White-hairs had moved upon the southern village of Yofalv where the wolf clan lived. They had waited till the warriors and children alike were fast asleep, then attacked. Warriors were cut down by a heavy dark army of the White-hairs. Their hands and scalps cut off, some were even set aflame. Few of the women had taken the children and fled. Yet the White-hairs found them and brutalized them in the worst way. The children were slain and some of their flesh eaten. The women’s breasts, ears, and genitals were cut off. The blood of the Ghost People’s Wolf Clan sank deep within Turtle’s shell and fertilized the Dark Seed. The White-hairs had released something beyond their understanding, the Destroyer of the Mother they awakened. Soon it would come for the upriver for the rest of the Ghost People… soon they would all face tragedy…
It is only later we as a Nation look back and say… ‘Oops’. For the Wyrm’s greatest trick is to spread pride and vanity into our hearts. Our ancestors befell such a spell, tricked into slaying some of the Nations best warriors. The Uktena and the Wendigo were both systematically plundered and destroyed. All because we did not understand what they were doing. Why was it better for them to bind the spirits of the Wyrm instead of destroy them? Pride swelled into the white blooded tribes, they were more knowledgeable than these Savages. Vanity swelled into their hearts, they were better apt at dealing with such, they would show the Natives the true way! And so our blind blunder released the Darkness into these once Pure Lands. Many of us have made contrition for these dark deeds. Others still refuse. Yet we all have learned that the Wyrm can trick us into believing it is right to kill what we believe to be tainted…. Haven’t we?"
This post has been edited by hikeslegandpees on Jul 10 2005, 19:03 PM
"Corax!
The dark feathered children of Raven and Helios. The heros of the sky and voices of Gaia! We are blessed for having three within our city and Sept. I speak now of a great deed, one accomplished by the Corax Elder, William Avian!
He has achived a feat that even Garou fear! I do not see anyone here even thinking of doing what he has done out of simple fear! Yet Will brandishes the shield of bravery and kindness. He takes the mantle of chilvary, that which in these modern days few remember. He is true to the bone, quick to protect his friends in need. On the battle field he has faught beside us. He has bled to raise this Caern we now stand upon!
Though let us not forget the second Corax Kris St.Peters who also has bled and near died all to help us, help Gaia and raise this Caern. He, they, who are not worthy of having a voice within our Sept...." a breath taken slow. Exhaled slow. Back to the story at hand... let no one say the gibbious are without passion.
"William has come to near death over helping Chicago's Garou in the fight for Gaia! He has recently stood before Fenris - the one Wolf - and shown no fear! Indeed! I watched as Ricinus's body was pitched into the dark umbra scape of the Caern, her arm torn free and held as prise by the summoned Fenris! A Fianna Theurge, our Mistress of the Rite, accomplished the difficult task of summoning a great Incarna such as Fenris to stand before us! She knew the consequences of such action yet took it freely and with an open heart! So she too faced down the One Wolf with a shield of Love!
Yet, when her body was pitched and the Medics sent to her side... it was Will, a mere Corax who would face Fenris and live to see another day! Fool you say? Go face the great Incarna and see if you return to this world alive! Will saw Ricinus, his beloved friend, in need of her arm. Well, he turned around and marched right up to Fenris to demand the arm back...."
She made a bee-line for Cliona, gently holding her once torn off arm up for all to see, "Here! Proof you see now before you that indeed the Corax Elder got the arm back," releasing her arm and turning to saunter back center, "Fenris saw the bravity and conviction of William. He threw the arm at the Raven. Yes, it sent him flying backwards but he got the arm and without much damage. So look now and remember that William Avian is now dubbed, 'Plays Catch with Fenris'!..."
This post has been edited by hikeslegandpees on Jul 10 2005, 19:27 PM
She did not saunter center stage, but just off. Close to stand by the old stand-up piano, her fingertips slid into the back pockets of her jeans. Bedroom blue eyes lingering upon faces in the crowed yet never rested on anyone in particular. A breath filled her chest like two inflating balloons. When her voice came, it was clear southern twanged and loud…
“Rage!
Our blessing and sometimes our curse. It is harnessed best by full moons so that they may strike down the enemies of Gaia. It traumatizes cubs when they wake to find themselves covered in the blood and meat of their nears and dears, or sometimes even strangers. It rules them during their first months of training. As Claiths we still have times in which Rage takes over and Luna’s luminous madness rules our actions. We are still students of control.
By Fosterns we have experienced enough in battle to know when our Rage is best used and when it is not. We have learned many hard lessons and know when to walk away from situations which spark our ire… sometimes. We know how to harness our moon’s phased effects.
At Adren we become more than, ‘Yes Rhya’. We are looked up to. We are expected to lead the young ones and to teach them. These are our captains and commanders upon the battlefield. These are our mentors physically, mentally, and spiritually. Rage by now is something we understand. We know how to harness it. We know how to keep others from suffering a rage induced wrath. To take this mantle is to understand the responsibilities that come along with it. Being ranked Adren commands respect, yet you must still show reason to be respected. One cannot simply take the mantle and not have any responsibility to the young ones of the Nation.
Athro rank becomes more of your ‘holy shit’ and ‘I lived this long look at me’! Revered, respected, and usually gone unquestioned. They have faced the most destructive battles against the enemies of Gaia, and lived. They have learned the ways of the Nation, of the Spirits. They have become masters of masters. These are our Obi-Wans and Mister Miagis. Vaders as well.
Higher ranks up to Legend… shit, the name of the rank right there should tell you what these people have gone thru. Though very, very rare it is a Garou lives long enough to reach these ranks, each tribe has at least few.
When the duties of an elder of our Nation are looked over and shunned by a ranked elder, it paints a very different picture. This is someone who simply wants the rank because it commands respect. Gives them power. This is someone who wants to be called ‘Rhya’ when they walk into a room and be obeyed because hey, they have the rank to back it up. Bullies and bullshiters. And how the fuck they ever got the rank in the first place is beyond us.
On the flip side, everyone should know when not to piss off ranked garou. They have a lot on their shoulders already. It is simply something you do not do unless you are fully aware the consequences of your actions or words. And even the new moons have to think about it. If some elder is having a spat with their mate and it happens to be out in the open, hey! Have the common decency not to eavesdrop. If they are having a bad day ya don’t need to hang around. Or better yet, leave them the fuck alone. Especially if it is an ahroun who has more battles under his belt than many folks here. If not, your dumb ass is going to get a beat down. Furthermore, you deserve it!
However! When that elder knows a younger one has importance which needs to be departed unto his ears, when an elder knows that he not only has the responsibility of his rank but also the responsibility of being Tribal Elder…. Well, ya just can’t say I am not going into work today now can ya?
Decker Silence Rohl, Adren Modi, Alpha of Eagle’s Chosen, Tribal Elder of the Nachfaren de Fenris! His bravery and battle prowess has been hallmarked in the Blood Chronicles of our Sept. He has shown honor in both word and deed many times over. He is always there for battle and protection of the Sept. He keeps his personal life private and does not make war or drama with the other packs. He is a cranky bastard at times but all and all he is not too big of a major asshole. He has earned the rank of Adren. Not something to take lightly… especially within the Fenris tribe and especially for full moons. He’s been thru hell and has the badge now to show it.
Buuuuuuut, the mighty do fall. Sometimes it goes to their heads. The ‘greatest warrior’ does have a big mantle to carry. Sometimes they do not want to pull out of their solitude to do their job. Why should someone as tough and battle hardy as Rhya Rohl become more than a rock at the bottom of a blood churned ocean? He should not be bothered with such trivial things as drug pumping kinfolk or renegade Fenris. He is doing a good job. The Fenris kinfolk are the epitome of ‘clean’, just check their track-marks. We should learn by Rhya Rohl and turn the other cheek. Or simply loose our heads whenever someone bugs us… after all he is too busy brooding to be bothered with such trivialities.
Yet the Fenris Elder was wise enough to call an emergency Council meeting and place himself before their judgment for breech of the Veil. He stepped down to allow his packmate, Ann Marie, stand as Elder to judge on behalf of the local Fenris. The Council took this into consideration. They also took in the fact that the breech was covered up by William Plays Catch with Fenris Avian and Josephina Virago de Valois-Montreuil’s fast thinking and quick actions. Some of the Council declared him to be one of our greatest warriors. And thus they decided his punishment to be a loss of renown in the eyes of the Sept and spirits….
So it is now my place to enlighten the many spirits, minds and ears of our dear Sept, of our Adren Fenris Modi’s quick loss of control in the middle of downtown Chicago.
Adren.
Modi.
Fenris.Loss of control? Lifting the velvet curtain? Must be a good reason for this, no? Of course! After all, everyone has a weakness….”
She turned her back to the crowd, facing the piano. A hand reached up to slowly grab the bill of the floppy hat which held her hair up within…
“So, Ladies and Gentlemen of the Sept of the Malestrom! Chicago is proud to present.... ‘ The Weakness of the Modi Fenris Silence ’ and his loss of renown….”
The hat removed in one quick fluid movement. Yet it was not the white golden locks of Nelly hair which cascaded down her back. Oh no, it was much differ
Posted by james at July 09, 2005 12:00 AM