10-23-2013, 04:42 PM
Many step forward after the Great Alpha calls for judgement. The cliaths and fosterns who speak are not alone; others tell stories, good and bad, of the glories and the failings of the leaders of Cold Crescent. Some make the same points that Erich does: he is not the only Ahroun who says that they can't give up that many experienced claws. Others say that having them in the fray would only weaken the whole. Not everyone agrees. Some make the same point that Keisha does: that some of this feels like a call for vengeance, a scapegoating of the leaders to vent some of the pain and grief felt by the nation -- that it is not justice that is really being sought, and only justice that would be right to dole out.
Many step forward to claim the bone. None actually take it in hand. It is not usual, but very little about this moot is usual: as during debates and challenges, the Great Alpha keeps his paw over the antler he uses. Garou are acknowledged or sent back to their place with glances, with teeth-baring, with low rumbles or whuffs.
He is an enormous, intimidating creature. He seems at times to be as old as the caern itself, and his rage seems implacable, yet he listens. He listens more than he speaks, and while he stands as Truthcatcher he does not gnaw at meat-on-bone, he does not close his eyes and appear to doze off the way he sometimes does when it's just the cliaths and cubs talking, he does nothing but listen. And listen. And listen until close to four dozen garou have had their say, ranging all across the spectrums of rank and auspice and tribe. There are garou who stand up and speak for their kin, too, passing along messages from the mouths of their parents and mates and children and siblings and friends. Voices are heard.
Even the Fool, who at the end is truly trying to make a point: if you can support leaders even when the war seems unwinnable and costing more lives than it could ever save, you can support the leaders of Cold Crescent when they've fucked up.
The Great Alpha listens to all of them, scanning his eyes over Still Waters, Siren of Persephone, Storm's Teeth, Black Sheep, Pokes the Mind's Eye, and Anubis-Sight. He almost seems to find the ones who have not spoken tonight with those piercing, dark eyes of his, and the weight of his paw on the bone seems almost like a weight resting on the shoulders of the silent.
He does not need to tell them to speak, nor warn them that their time is running out. Everyone can feel it.
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[Last call: the moot threads will close on Thursday night by 10pm MDT/site. If you have items for Stories & Songs or the Cracking of the Bone, get them up ASAP.]
Many step forward to claim the bone. None actually take it in hand. It is not usual, but very little about this moot is usual: as during debates and challenges, the Great Alpha keeps his paw over the antler he uses. Garou are acknowledged or sent back to their place with glances, with teeth-baring, with low rumbles or whuffs.
He is an enormous, intimidating creature. He seems at times to be as old as the caern itself, and his rage seems implacable, yet he listens. He listens more than he speaks, and while he stands as Truthcatcher he does not gnaw at meat-on-bone, he does not close his eyes and appear to doze off the way he sometimes does when it's just the cliaths and cubs talking, he does nothing but listen. And listen. And listen until close to four dozen garou have had their say, ranging all across the spectrums of rank and auspice and tribe. There are garou who stand up and speak for their kin, too, passing along messages from the mouths of their parents and mates and children and siblings and friends. Voices are heard.
Even the Fool, who at the end is truly trying to make a point: if you can support leaders even when the war seems unwinnable and costing more lives than it could ever save, you can support the leaders of Cold Crescent when they've fucked up.
The Great Alpha listens to all of them, scanning his eyes over Still Waters, Siren of Persephone, Storm's Teeth, Black Sheep, Pokes the Mind's Eye, and Anubis-Sight. He almost seems to find the ones who have not spoken tonight with those piercing, dark eyes of his, and the weight of his paw on the bone seems almost like a weight resting on the shoulders of the silent.
He does not need to tell them to speak, nor warn them that their time is running out. Everyone can feel it.
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[Last call: the moot threads will close on Thursday night by 10pm MDT/site. If you have items for Stories & Songs or the Cracking of the Bone, get them up ASAP.]
my whole life is thunder.