10-17-2013, 01:21 PM
Time goes by during the Cracking, and yes: tensions grow ever higher as disputes are settled and questions are answered. As challenges are issued and winners rewarded. As information is given, both new and reiterated. No one actually, physically takes the bone from the Great Alpha, whose heavy paw rests atop it. All know that to interrupt the speaker would be to invite his wrath, and all know that when it is time for them to sit down, he will make sure they are aware.
When Ingrid walks forward, as the night is growing darker and colder and almost everyone has taken on a furred form or is wearing something that will stave off the chill, the Great Alpha does not rise from his belly. Even so, Ingrid seems a slight thing, as breakable as that antler he tore from his meal tonight.
She questions.
The Great Alpha looks at her, then looks away. He sweeps the gathering with searing, golden eyes, and then he pushes to his feet. The rack of the mule deer gives a soft snap beneath his paw from his sheer weight. Now indeed he rises above Ingrid, as tall at the withers as some men. Very slowly, his head comes back around, eyes fixing on Dances With the Hurricane once more. As he has in the past, he reshapes his throat and speaks with the voice of a mortal, though
he does not sound mortal.
"They wait for judgement."
Once again he looks around those gathered together tonight, the wolves of Cold Crescent and the wolves of Forgotten Questions, wolves of all the tribes known to these septs and standing for each face of Luna. Pack alphas, lone wolves, squirming omegas. This time when he speaks, he speaks not solely to Ingrid but to all of them.
All of you.
"Your judgement."
There is a ripple through many there. Some bite back protest; others all but gasp relief. The reactions are varied and here and there, one feels the spike of bloodlust, vengeance, anger. The Great Alpha ignores them all.
"Curved Sky, Warning Threshold, Retribution's Fist, Forge of Nótt and Hunter of Peace failed their sept. The enemy came. The guardians died. The sept was violated. The elders have spoken. Now we ask the people to speak. To condemn,"
he does not look at anyone, but near the elders of Forgotten Questions there are two large garou who have recently been seen all over the Sept of the Cold Crescent -- one stocky, one tall, both brutally muscled -- who cannot help in that moment but glance over at Storm's Teeth and Still Waters,
"or to defend."
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[For reference:
Curved Sky - Sept Elder, Athro Glass Walker Galliard
Warning Threshold - Warder, Athro Glass Walker Philodox
Retribution's Fist - Master of Challenges, Adren Shadow Lord Ahroun
Forge of Nótt - Master of Rites, Adren Godi
Hunter of Peace, Goddess's Silence - Keeper of the Land, Athro Child of Gaia Theurge
All but Warning Threshold were removed from Cold Crescent in this thread. PCs are welcome to speak regarding any of these NPCs. I even accept/encourage you to make things up about them (positive or negative) regarding interactions with your character(s) if you feel inspired to. Given that appearances/interactions have happened much more frequently with Warning Threshold it's fine to just focus on him.
This is a very, very important turning point in not just the SL but the chronicle as a whole. SPEAK UP.]
When Ingrid walks forward, as the night is growing darker and colder and almost everyone has taken on a furred form or is wearing something that will stave off the chill, the Great Alpha does not rise from his belly. Even so, Ingrid seems a slight thing, as breakable as that antler he tore from his meal tonight.
She questions.
The Great Alpha looks at her, then looks away. He sweeps the gathering with searing, golden eyes, and then he pushes to his feet. The rack of the mule deer gives a soft snap beneath his paw from his sheer weight. Now indeed he rises above Ingrid, as tall at the withers as some men. Very slowly, his head comes back around, eyes fixing on Dances With the Hurricane once more. As he has in the past, he reshapes his throat and speaks with the voice of a mortal, though
he does not sound mortal.
"They wait for judgement."
Once again he looks around those gathered together tonight, the wolves of Cold Crescent and the wolves of Forgotten Questions, wolves of all the tribes known to these septs and standing for each face of Luna. Pack alphas, lone wolves, squirming omegas. This time when he speaks, he speaks not solely to Ingrid but to all of them.
All of you.
"Your judgement."
There is a ripple through many there. Some bite back protest; others all but gasp relief. The reactions are varied and here and there, one feels the spike of bloodlust, vengeance, anger. The Great Alpha ignores them all.
"Curved Sky, Warning Threshold, Retribution's Fist, Forge of Nótt and Hunter of Peace failed their sept. The enemy came. The guardians died. The sept was violated. The elders have spoken. Now we ask the people to speak. To condemn,"
he does not look at anyone, but near the elders of Forgotten Questions there are two large garou who have recently been seen all over the Sept of the Cold Crescent -- one stocky, one tall, both brutally muscled -- who cannot help in that moment but glance over at Storm's Teeth and Still Waters,
"or to defend."
--
[For reference:
Curved Sky - Sept Elder, Athro Glass Walker Galliard
Warning Threshold - Warder, Athro Glass Walker Philodox
Retribution's Fist - Master of Challenges, Adren Shadow Lord Ahroun
Forge of Nótt - Master of Rites, Adren Godi
Hunter of Peace, Goddess's Silence - Keeper of the Land, Athro Child of Gaia Theurge
All but Warning Threshold were removed from Cold Crescent in this thread. PCs are welcome to speak regarding any of these NPCs. I even accept/encourage you to make things up about them (positive or negative) regarding interactions with your character(s) if you feel inspired to. Given that appearances/interactions have happened much more frequently with Warning Threshold it's fine to just focus on him.
This is a very, very important turning point in not just the SL but the chronicle as a whole. SPEAK UP.]
my whole life is thunder.