07-16-2013, 02:42 PM
Raspberry Sky has not yet turned to go, but she bares her teeth at him when he's done, lips curling back, the visage of another form fighting to overtake her face, the only sure sign that every word brings her closer to letting that rage in her cut loose.
He says her sister isn't at rest. That's what sickens her the most. "Digging her up isn't going to honor her spirit, you god-damn fool," she snarls, the words raising, drawing the attention of a few others within that glossy, sky-high building. "Waving her bones around at the moot isn't going to cleanse our grief or heal the sept or focus our rage. Not on anything but you.
"There are lots more garou here, Bone Gnawers and not Bone Gnawers, who've got way more of a claim of kinship with my sister than you, garou who sit with me in mourning and share my grief, so I know I ain't alone. An' none of them is coming to me saying that pulling her from her spot in the hallowed graves will do any of us any damn good, so don't go playin' that 'family' card with me again," she goes on, her voice only getting louder, gathering more attention to her words. The eyes of a few garou, in varying forms and of varying rank, are drawn from Raspberry Sky to the Philodox she's yelling at.
"Now I'm gonna go bleed a little a more for the baby sister I watched grow up, and change, and die, and for the tribe-sister I put in the god-damn ground so I could sing her spirit home, and you can fuck off."
The last two words are hardly even words. They're a roar, one that even garou who aren't in their immediate vicinity notice. Even if they don't, they see Raspberry Sky a moment later, walking away from Jack, nearly punching the button on the elevator that will take her back to the graves.
He says her sister isn't at rest. That's what sickens her the most. "Digging her up isn't going to honor her spirit, you god-damn fool," she snarls, the words raising, drawing the attention of a few others within that glossy, sky-high building. "Waving her bones around at the moot isn't going to cleanse our grief or heal the sept or focus our rage. Not on anything but you.
"There are lots more garou here, Bone Gnawers and not Bone Gnawers, who've got way more of a claim of kinship with my sister than you, garou who sit with me in mourning and share my grief, so I know I ain't alone. An' none of them is coming to me saying that pulling her from her spot in the hallowed graves will do any of us any damn good, so don't go playin' that 'family' card with me again," she goes on, her voice only getting louder, gathering more attention to her words. The eyes of a few garou, in varying forms and of varying rank, are drawn from Raspberry Sky to the Philodox she's yelling at.
"Now I'm gonna go bleed a little a more for the baby sister I watched grow up, and change, and die, and for the tribe-sister I put in the god-damn ground so I could sing her spirit home, and you can fuck off."
The last two words are hardly even words. They're a roar, one that even garou who aren't in their immediate vicinity notice. Even if they don't, they see Raspberry Sky a moment later, walking away from Jack, nearly punching the button on the elevator that will take her back to the graves.
my whole life is thunder.