11-11-2013, 08:13 PM
There are two within. There is one without.
The Ahrouns don't see her, no one does except perhaps shadows and spirits. There is no physical sign of a Shadow Lord Ragabash's presence, nothing left behind in her wake to let the others know that she's there just outside. Prowling.
Patrolling.
Ingrid sees the others go inside sometimes, she watches from the shadowy reflection of the Umbra or from the shadows Realmside, but she does not make her presence known to them. She's not there to fraternize, she has no interest in making "friends" she'll only lose again when she doesn't behave the way they want her to.
There is no reason for her to be there. There is no reason for her to be here, in Denver, in Colorado, in the West. And yet, here she is. Here she stays.
Erich's message goes unanswered, and he'll think of that what he will. But Ingrid is there, somewhere just out of sight.
Holding an invisible boundary line, much smaller than what was watched by around two dozen Guardian Garou.
The Ahrouns don't see her, no one does except perhaps shadows and spirits. There is no physical sign of a Shadow Lord Ragabash's presence, nothing left behind in her wake to let the others know that she's there just outside. Prowling.
Patrolling.
Ingrid sees the others go inside sometimes, she watches from the shadowy reflection of the Umbra or from the shadows Realmside, but she does not make her presence known to them. She's not there to fraternize, she has no interest in making "friends" she'll only lose again when she doesn't behave the way they want her to.
There is no reason for her to be there. There is no reason for her to be here, in Denver, in Colorado, in the West. And yet, here she is. Here she stays.
Erich's message goes unanswered, and he'll think of that what he will. But Ingrid is there, somewhere just out of sight.
Holding an invisible boundary line, much smaller than what was watched by around two dozen Guardian Garou.