Cinder Song, Furious Lament is relieved once the Tales and Songs have come and gone. No longer her responsibility. No longer her need to drive the stories forward push and pull The People into remembering, and it'd be silly to think that's all Galliards are. Storytellers. It'd be silly to think that's all Cinder Song, Furious Lament was, so she is perhaps a bit too happy when it's Hector's time to be Wyrmfoe and lead the whole damned Sept in a wild chase through the darkness. Who better than an Uktena, though? An Uktena Galliard, to drum up some Wyrm-thing, to lead the pursuit after darkness --
That's how Tamsin'll probably tell it. Because while it would be a silly to think all Galliards do is tell stories, Tamsin is nothing if not a storyteller. If not a vocal creature. So that's how she'll probably tell it, that moot when Echoes of the Lost went chasing the echo down through the darkness and our teeth went for his fur but he was too fast and our Rage crackled high logs in heat but no fire the fire deep inside and --
The point is Tamsin's too happy to be angry, at least immediately. So she pretends. She grins at Hector then pretends to be riled up and when she howls it's a pretending persuading c'mon this is a time for blood and I am not happy and I am not relieved this mood this ambience this is a thing that is happening now and, until what she's pretending becomes real, she pretends perfectly. That howl is bloodthirsty; it wants for something. It wants for its foes. It wants to destroy its foes; it wants to squash their echoes and tear their shadows with their teeth.
And Rage doesn't care about anger, doesn't care about happiness, doesn't care about anything but itself, even if there are sparks, and finally and eventually Tamsin just flings herself into pursuit, flings herself into Rage-kindled racing, hunting, finding, hungering
because it's the Cold Moon, and the only thing that'll warm the Cold Moon
is hot blood.
--
The pretending Just for fun! Jamie was the witness.
Lux @ 8:49PM
[Quick, a lying roll for Tamsin!]
Roll: 7 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10) ( success x 6 ) Re-rolls: 2 VALID
Nate @ 8:52PM
[WHAT THE FUCK witnessed]
That's how Tamsin'll probably tell it. Because while it would be a silly to think all Galliards do is tell stories, Tamsin is nothing if not a storyteller. If not a vocal creature. So that's how she'll probably tell it, that moot when Echoes of the Lost went chasing the echo down through the darkness and our teeth went for his fur but he was too fast and our Rage crackled high logs in heat but no fire the fire deep inside and --
The point is Tamsin's too happy to be angry, at least immediately. So she pretends. She grins at Hector then pretends to be riled up and when she howls it's a pretending persuading c'mon this is a time for blood and I am not happy and I am not relieved this mood this ambience this is a thing that is happening now and, until what she's pretending becomes real, she pretends perfectly. That howl is bloodthirsty; it wants for something. It wants for its foes. It wants to destroy its foes; it wants to squash their echoes and tear their shadows with their teeth.
And Rage doesn't care about anger, doesn't care about happiness, doesn't care about anything but itself, even if there are sparks, and finally and eventually Tamsin just flings herself into pursuit, flings herself into Rage-kindled racing, hunting, finding, hungering
because it's the Cold Moon, and the only thing that'll warm the Cold Moon
is hot blood.
--
The pretending Just for fun! Jamie was the witness.
Lux @ 8:49PM
[Quick, a lying roll for Tamsin!]
Roll: 7 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10) ( success x 6 ) Re-rolls: 2 VALID
Nate @ 8:52PM
[WHAT THE FUCK witnessed]