Never Shuts Up is basically living Tamsin's nightmare right now.
Tamsin is watching another Galliard live her own nightmare. Her own soul-shaking, nerve-wracking, heart-wrecking, terrifying nightmare of Not Being Good Enough, of Failing To Be What She Should Be, of Crashing and of Burning, just when it really matters. Because this is where it really matters. This. Here. Now. Tamsin watches the bonegnawer with her heart in her throat and her pulse beating at her like it just wants to get out break out crawl away from his shame and maybe string her up into a living, breathing Tamsin who can move to go save him, seriously, just save him, because that's her nightmare, and she doesn't want anybody else to live her nightmare.
First she is still a wolf. Her hackles are up. There is a deep low burn growl in the back of her chest. Her rage is a coruscating halo, sparking when That Garou Over There Almost Laughs, or when That Ragabash Over There whispers some heckle-remark too-too loud, and she just cannot let it continue.
First she is still a wolf. Then she is a girl, jumping to her feet and striding out to sling an arm around the young 'gnawer's shoulders and to say, just to him, just before she really gets going, "It's fine. Just do it like it was part of the plan."
[ooc: and I realize that just editing this will not bump thread, so post-will-be-split-in-two]
Tamsin is watching another Galliard live her own nightmare. Her own soul-shaking, nerve-wracking, heart-wrecking, terrifying nightmare of Not Being Good Enough, of Failing To Be What She Should Be, of Crashing and of Burning, just when it really matters. Because this is where it really matters. This. Here. Now. Tamsin watches the bonegnawer with her heart in her throat and her pulse beating at her like it just wants to get out break out crawl away from his shame and maybe string her up into a living, breathing Tamsin who can move to go save him, seriously, just save him, because that's her nightmare, and she doesn't want anybody else to live her nightmare.
First she is still a wolf. Her hackles are up. There is a deep low burn growl in the back of her chest. Her rage is a coruscating halo, sparking when That Garou Over There Almost Laughs, or when That Ragabash Over There whispers some heckle-remark too-too loud, and she just cannot let it continue.
First she is still a wolf. Then she is a girl, jumping to her feet and striding out to sling an arm around the young 'gnawer's shoulders and to say, just to him, just before she really gets going, "It's fine. Just do it like it was part of the plan."
[ooc: and I realize that just editing this will not bump thread, so post-will-be-split-in-two]