07-17-2013, 01:03 PM
It's the whine that catches Raspberry Sky's attention when she turns to walk away from him -- frankly, before she throats him there on the floor. The sound of it crawls up her spine and wraps around her primitive brain, simultaneously aggravating and soothing. She's an Urrah wolf, no doubt about that, but she is still a wolf. She wheels on him, eyes black with rage as he is sinking only lower to the ground, reverting into the form he was born in, scraping his belly on the floor.
The other wolves gathered see this, too.
He creeps forward toward her, whining and keening, tail tucked. He is humiliating himself. He is submitting, gnawing on his own paws until they bleed, til he works the claw out from the flesh. And that hurts. That has to hurt quite a lot, in fact. He leaves traceries of blood on the ground as he's reaching Raspberry Sky, who -- when they are both in homid -- is much shorter than he is but now looms over him. He offers her the claw, still attached to flesh and torn tissue. He's lucky he's garou and it can't get infected. He's lucky it'll grow back quick as you like as soon as he leaves this form.
Raspberry Sky looks at him with something between disgust and recognition. There aren't many Bone Gnawers who don't learn, rather early on, the performance of this rite. They sort of need to. It's so easy for other garou to see them as cowardly, craven, and stupid. Gotta show that you know your place, right? Gotta show you're not too proud to take a knee. Something like that.
She reaches down, taking the claw from him gingerly, then looking into his eyes. He asked for a bone, and gives her a claw instead. There's no tears no, no sudden hug. But she looks at it, and looks at him, and after several long, silent moments where a few of the other wolves on the floor are holding their breath, Raspberry Sky reaches out and puts her hand heavily atop Jack's head. It might not be forgiveness. But it is acceptance. She rises after that, her hand closing around his torn-out, pierced-through claw, and walks away. Quietly.
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[Good scene!]
The other wolves gathered see this, too.
He creeps forward toward her, whining and keening, tail tucked. He is humiliating himself. He is submitting, gnawing on his own paws until they bleed, til he works the claw out from the flesh. And that hurts. That has to hurt quite a lot, in fact. He leaves traceries of blood on the ground as he's reaching Raspberry Sky, who -- when they are both in homid -- is much shorter than he is but now looms over him. He offers her the claw, still attached to flesh and torn tissue. He's lucky he's garou and it can't get infected. He's lucky it'll grow back quick as you like as soon as he leaves this form.
Raspberry Sky looks at him with something between disgust and recognition. There aren't many Bone Gnawers who don't learn, rather early on, the performance of this rite. They sort of need to. It's so easy for other garou to see them as cowardly, craven, and stupid. Gotta show that you know your place, right? Gotta show you're not too proud to take a knee. Something like that.
She reaches down, taking the claw from him gingerly, then looking into his eyes. He asked for a bone, and gives her a claw instead. There's no tears no, no sudden hug. But she looks at it, and looks at him, and after several long, silent moments where a few of the other wolves on the floor are holding their breath, Raspberry Sky reaches out and puts her hand heavily atop Jack's head. It might not be forgiveness. But it is acceptance. She rises after that, her hand closing around his torn-out, pierced-through claw, and walks away. Quietly.
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[Good scene!]
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