[It hadn't! Just been busy and waiting a bit; I knew some other people had things they wanted to say, but it's been almost 3 days, so we're moving forward!]
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There is a moment, as the Fool jumps up and begins insulting half the tribes of the Nation, when Avery nearly lunges at him. In that moment, between the Fostern Ahroun and the Fostern Philodox, it is the Ahroun who stays calm. Then again: Milton doesn't say a word about the Silent Striders, does he? To Avery, the remarks he makes about the Fenrir, the Lords, the Gnawers and the Children are mere snark compared to laying the blame of their dwindling numbers and 'near extinction' at the feet of the Falcon's own. Everyone has their flaws, right? But only the Silver Fangs have -- as Milton says -- put all their people on the path of annihilation.
And it hurts.
For a moment, she wants to kill Milton. There's nothing graceful or gracious or delicate about it; she wants to unleash on him the pain of her entire tribe, channel generations of that helplessness and horror in the face of your own madness into one solid snap of her jaws over his throat. For a moment, all Avery sees -- lovely, well-spoken, unassailable Avery -- is red.
Though they do not, and will not, share the same bond as some packs, and though Javed cannot hear the thoughts that Avery might speak to him in silence, they do share a deeper bond with each other than either of them do with any other wolf in attendance. However tall she stands, however still, however placid her features, there is that sudden pulse of her rage that feels the way a howl of grief sounds. There is the way she looks at Milton for a heartbeat, faraway and inhuman, that seems almost thoughtful but is in reality very nearly dissociative.
Avery doesn't leap into the circle of the moot to violate the sanctity of the rite, violate the blessing of the New Moons have beneath the full, and does not even bare her teeth at Pokes the Mind's Eye. Nor does she speak, even though she is one of the more capable public speakers in the city. She does not trust herself to speak right now.
Javed -- stoic, steady, strong Javed -- steps forward and speaks instead, and when he does, he speaks for both Falcons. They are not human. Democracy is human. Human governments last for hundreds of years; the garou have lasted in this way for thousands. Avery exhales; she might go into more detail about the development of those human governments and the exact pattern of their downfalls and what democracy really means and entails and so forth, but this isn't a university and Javed cuts to the main point: they are not human, and they are not at peace.
Standing and watching him, remaining silent, Avery just nods. When Javed returns, she lowers her crossed arms and quietly takes his hand in hers for a couple of seconds. Just long enough to squeeze once, and release him again.
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[Reverence of Dawn @ 4:21PM
[Manipulation + Subterfuge + Pure Breed: Nope not thinking of murder nope nope I am the picture of restraint and serenity.]
Roll: 8 d10 TN6 (3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 10) ( success x 5 ) VALID
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There is a moment, as the Fool jumps up and begins insulting half the tribes of the Nation, when Avery nearly lunges at him. In that moment, between the Fostern Ahroun and the Fostern Philodox, it is the Ahroun who stays calm. Then again: Milton doesn't say a word about the Silent Striders, does he? To Avery, the remarks he makes about the Fenrir, the Lords, the Gnawers and the Children are mere snark compared to laying the blame of their dwindling numbers and 'near extinction' at the feet of the Falcon's own. Everyone has their flaws, right? But only the Silver Fangs have -- as Milton says -- put all their people on the path of annihilation.
And it hurts.
For a moment, she wants to kill Milton. There's nothing graceful or gracious or delicate about it; she wants to unleash on him the pain of her entire tribe, channel generations of that helplessness and horror in the face of your own madness into one solid snap of her jaws over his throat. For a moment, all Avery sees -- lovely, well-spoken, unassailable Avery -- is red.
Though they do not, and will not, share the same bond as some packs, and though Javed cannot hear the thoughts that Avery might speak to him in silence, they do share a deeper bond with each other than either of them do with any other wolf in attendance. However tall she stands, however still, however placid her features, there is that sudden pulse of her rage that feels the way a howl of grief sounds. There is the way she looks at Milton for a heartbeat, faraway and inhuman, that seems almost thoughtful but is in reality very nearly dissociative.
Avery doesn't leap into the circle of the moot to violate the sanctity of the rite, violate the blessing of the New Moons have beneath the full, and does not even bare her teeth at Pokes the Mind's Eye. Nor does she speak, even though she is one of the more capable public speakers in the city. She does not trust herself to speak right now.
Javed -- stoic, steady, strong Javed -- steps forward and speaks instead, and when he does, he speaks for both Falcons. They are not human. Democracy is human. Human governments last for hundreds of years; the garou have lasted in this way for thousands. Avery exhales; she might go into more detail about the development of those human governments and the exact pattern of their downfalls and what democracy really means and entails and so forth, but this isn't a university and Javed cuts to the main point: they are not human, and they are not at peace.
Standing and watching him, remaining silent, Avery just nods. When Javed returns, she lowers her crossed arms and quietly takes his hand in hers for a couple of seconds. Just long enough to squeeze once, and release him again.
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[Reverence of Dawn @ 4:21PM
[Manipulation + Subterfuge + Pure Breed: Nope not thinking of murder nope nope I am the picture of restraint and serenity.]
Roll: 8 d10 TN6 (3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 6, 8, 10) ( success x 5 ) VALID
my whole life is thunder.