10-27-2013, 02:59 PM
Ingrid wouldn't consider herself particularly brave. In combat she acts on instinct, the twist and slice of her blade all that makes her seem...more than that. More than animal. More than beast.
It's instinct and muscle memory that had her stabbing again and again at the leader of the Beloved Horror.
The same goes for when she cut off from the others in that sub-sub-basement beneath Cold Crescent and like a streak of pure darkness took off after the beta. Down a tunnel, through another perhaps, returning her sword to her chest so that she can melt down into her smallest, fastest form. For a once-lost, homid-born Garou, Ingrid is almost more comfortable in her lupus form than she is in homid.
D'stok is older than her, and even injured he is able to slip away from her. And there is something, some instinct perhaps, or some knowledge trained into her that knows not to be reckless, feckless, to abandon the assistance of the others completely. When it becomes clear to her that she will not catch the beta of the Once Loved Horror she slows. She lowers her snout to the ground, passes it over the walls until, until
she's got it. From a droplet of his blood or a fall of his foot, his scent, picked up and committed to memory. For the hunt, of course.
Combat the Wyrm Wherever it Dwells and Whenever it Breeds.
Words cannot express her agitation at losing her quarry, but there will be another time. Dances With the Hurricane will find him, make no mistake of that. She will hunt him to wherever he dwells, to the ends of the earth if need be. And she will separate his limbs from his body, starting with the legs that allowed him to escape her tonight.
And then she will hunt down the other two.
But first, she must return to the war pack. With a growling snort, the Shadow Lord turns back.
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niko @ 2:44PM
[percept+alert (scents) -2 diff (lupus)]
Roll: 7 d10 TN4 (1, 6, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8) ( success x 6 ) VALID
niko @ 2:44PM
[percept+PU, same diff for same reasons]
Roll: 6 d10 TN4 (1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8) ( success x 4 ) VALID
ixphaelaeon @ 2:44PM
Witnessed!
It's instinct and muscle memory that had her stabbing again and again at the leader of the Beloved Horror.
The same goes for when she cut off from the others in that sub-sub-basement beneath Cold Crescent and like a streak of pure darkness took off after the beta. Down a tunnel, through another perhaps, returning her sword to her chest so that she can melt down into her smallest, fastest form. For a once-lost, homid-born Garou, Ingrid is almost more comfortable in her lupus form than she is in homid.
D'stok is older than her, and even injured he is able to slip away from her. And there is something, some instinct perhaps, or some knowledge trained into her that knows not to be reckless, feckless, to abandon the assistance of the others completely. When it becomes clear to her that she will not catch the beta of the Once Loved Horror she slows. She lowers her snout to the ground, passes it over the walls until, until
she's got it. From a droplet of his blood or a fall of his foot, his scent, picked up and committed to memory. For the hunt, of course.
Combat the Wyrm Wherever it Dwells and Whenever it Breeds.
Words cannot express her agitation at losing her quarry, but there will be another time. Dances With the Hurricane will find him, make no mistake of that. She will hunt him to wherever he dwells, to the ends of the earth if need be. And she will separate his limbs from his body, starting with the legs that allowed him to escape her tonight.
And then she will hunt down the other two.
But first, she must return to the war pack. With a growling snort, the Shadow Lord turns back.
=====
niko @ 2:44PM
[percept+alert (scents) -2 diff (lupus)]
Roll: 7 d10 TN4 (1, 6, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8) ( success x 6 ) VALID
niko @ 2:44PM
[percept+PU, same diff for same reasons]
Roll: 6 d10 TN4 (1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8) ( success x 4 ) VALID
ixphaelaeon @ 2:44PM
Witnessed!