10-23-2013, 06:57 PM
Ingrid does not answer the Fool's question. In her mind, there is no need. Javed explained it, and probably better than she could, she who is more animal than most, more of a predator by design.
Dances With the Hurricane, that sly, slender Ragabash whose question kickstarted this discussion, doesn't step up immediately. She lets the others go first. She has laid low these last few months, kept her ear to the ground so to speak, and now she listens again. She listens to the Ahrouns and the Theurges and so on and so forth.
She waits until some four dozen or so Garou have stepped up, spoken, sat back down again.
Then she makes her way up again, and again she bows for the Great Alpha before she turns to look out over the crowd. She knows that she is only a Cliath, and that her words do not weigh as heavily as those of a Fostern, are insignificant compared to those of an Elder, so she chooses them carefully.
Her gaze finds Erich and the other Ahrouns who spoke up in favor of keeping the claws of the Elders in tact and sharp, her eyes dark as the night above them, flinty and hard.
"Would you follow them again?" she asks these Ahrouns, asks all of the Garou gathered. She looks to others. "Would you stand beside them against this tide? They who failed us, who let the sept be breached by green fire and corruption.
"I was there," she says, but she does not let her voice falter. She does not let it waver. Ingrid is as cold as ice, as hard as stone as she ever is. "Four of us were made to witness the desecration of the totem shrines. Four of us witnessed the corruption of the Guardians. Four of us felt the green fire."
She seeks out Charlotte, lifts her chin a little as if that might help her voice carry. "Something took hold of him, and spread from him to the rest of the Guardians. Something used him to show us the power of the Corrupter. Those of us who found him failed by allowing him to be brought back, but who brought him inside? Who allowed the vessel to remain deep within protected walls?
"Where were the Theurges who should have cleansed him? If he could not be cleansed, why was he allowed to remain?" Her eyes scan over the crowd.
"Weakness. And we paid the price for that weakness. I do not wish to follow them. I do not wish to stand beside them in a fight against this horror. Live or die, they should not be allowed onto a field of battle or into a place of leadership."
Dances With the Hurricane, that sly, slender Ragabash whose question kickstarted this discussion, doesn't step up immediately. She lets the others go first. She has laid low these last few months, kept her ear to the ground so to speak, and now she listens again. She listens to the Ahrouns and the Theurges and so on and so forth.
She waits until some four dozen or so Garou have stepped up, spoken, sat back down again.
Then she makes her way up again, and again she bows for the Great Alpha before she turns to look out over the crowd. She knows that she is only a Cliath, and that her words do not weigh as heavily as those of a Fostern, are insignificant compared to those of an Elder, so she chooses them carefully.
Her gaze finds Erich and the other Ahrouns who spoke up in favor of keeping the claws of the Elders in tact and sharp, her eyes dark as the night above them, flinty and hard.
"Would you follow them again?" she asks these Ahrouns, asks all of the Garou gathered. She looks to others. "Would you stand beside them against this tide? They who failed us, who let the sept be breached by green fire and corruption.
"I was there," she says, but she does not let her voice falter. She does not let it waver. Ingrid is as cold as ice, as hard as stone as she ever is. "Four of us were made to witness the desecration of the totem shrines. Four of us witnessed the corruption of the Guardians. Four of us felt the green fire."
She seeks out Charlotte, lifts her chin a little as if that might help her voice carry. "Something took hold of him, and spread from him to the rest of the Guardians. Something used him to show us the power of the Corrupter. Those of us who found him failed by allowing him to be brought back, but who brought him inside? Who allowed the vessel to remain deep within protected walls?
"Where were the Theurges who should have cleansed him? If he could not be cleansed, why was he allowed to remain?" Her eyes scan over the crowd.
"Weakness. And we paid the price for that weakness. I do not wish to follow them. I do not wish to stand beside them in a fight against this horror. Live or die, they should not be allowed onto a field of battle or into a place of leadership."