Raspberry Sky continues to admonish him, say how unfit he is to call her sister his own, how disgusted she is with the idea he had come to her with. All before resorting to even baser forms of cussing and roaring to banish him from her presence.
How can such a big Garou be made to feel so small? Be made to look so small, and it isn't the eyes of others cast his way that cause his own to again find the floor, to dart across its expanse, gone from kneeling to curling in on himself. It's her words.
He'd said he'd hoped it would honor Wind on Concrete. Maybe he'd meant a last moot for her, for a Ragabash, and for one who had given so much to give one last time. Maybe that's why again he seems beaten down by her words, as piece by piece she picks apart his own and damns him. Says that he'd played the 'family card', as if he even knows what that is.
This part seems to break him further. That it had been broken down to something so trivial as a game of cards.
Perhaps it's that he'd had too many Fenrir packmates in his past. Perhaps it's that he's a newcomer. Perhaps it's that as a lupus, even if one that had spent little time with those of his breed, his understanding of the sanctity of that body she'd buried below is different.
That doesn't matter. His slight and his insult does and her grief, rage, and sadness is all that does, it seems.
In a flash Law in War takes on his lupine breed form and falls to his belly, all his shame filling his eyes.
Worming forward like gargantuan slug and across the skyscraper's floor, one side of his neck bared, and then the other, and back and forth as he writhes forward in a shifting mass of muscle, belly never leaving it.
His tongue lolls out, over his paws, whining as he cleans each one as if trying to wash them of this sin that has grievously wronged her and the memory of her sister, as they follow Raspberry Sky's path toward the elevator. Toward the one that had brought him back from the other side of death. And when he stops, his teeth find the claw of his biggest right toe and tear it loose.
The only gift he has to give in this form.
And it sits on his tongue, actually in it as he bites into that talon, piercing straight through that thin pink and black-splotched muscle that now comes out. The look in his eyes is that if he could, he might've ripped it out, but this must suffice as it lays out in the gruesome pillow he offers it on.
Joey @ 3:51PM
[ Rite of Contrition: Charisma + Rituals. Difficulty is 3. Spending a WP 'cause goddamn is he sorry. ]
Roll: 6 d10 TN3 (2, 3, 7, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 6 ) [WP] VALID
Shay @ 3:52PM
Witnessed!
How can such a big Garou be made to feel so small? Be made to look so small, and it isn't the eyes of others cast his way that cause his own to again find the floor, to dart across its expanse, gone from kneeling to curling in on himself. It's her words.
He'd said he'd hoped it would honor Wind on Concrete. Maybe he'd meant a last moot for her, for a Ragabash, and for one who had given so much to give one last time. Maybe that's why again he seems beaten down by her words, as piece by piece she picks apart his own and damns him. Says that he'd played the 'family card', as if he even knows what that is.
This part seems to break him further. That it had been broken down to something so trivial as a game of cards.
Perhaps it's that he'd had too many Fenrir packmates in his past. Perhaps it's that he's a newcomer. Perhaps it's that as a lupus, even if one that had spent little time with those of his breed, his understanding of the sanctity of that body she'd buried below is different.
That doesn't matter. His slight and his insult does and her grief, rage, and sadness is all that does, it seems.
In a flash Law in War takes on his lupine breed form and falls to his belly, all his shame filling his eyes.
Worming forward like gargantuan slug and across the skyscraper's floor, one side of his neck bared, and then the other, and back and forth as he writhes forward in a shifting mass of muscle, belly never leaving it.
His tongue lolls out, over his paws, whining as he cleans each one as if trying to wash them of this sin that has grievously wronged her and the memory of her sister, as they follow Raspberry Sky's path toward the elevator. Toward the one that had brought him back from the other side of death. And when he stops, his teeth find the claw of his biggest right toe and tear it loose.
The only gift he has to give in this form.
And it sits on his tongue, actually in it as he bites into that talon, piercing straight through that thin pink and black-splotched muscle that now comes out. The look in his eyes is that if he could, he might've ripped it out, but this must suffice as it lays out in the gruesome pillow he offers it on.
Joey @ 3:51PM
[ Rite of Contrition: Charisma + Rituals. Difficulty is 3. Spending a WP 'cause goddamn is he sorry. ]
Roll: 6 d10 TN3 (2, 3, 7, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 6 ) [WP] VALID
Shay @ 3:52PM
Witnessed!