02-07-2014, 10:05 AM
Phoebe is ready for something. It's the time of the Revel, and each month it's been a little different. The result is the same, though, an outpouring of Rage in a hunt, a chase, a release of grief and now Silhouette of Clouds is walking right up to her. Is she going to ask her to summon up something for them to chase? Is she going to pass her by? Is she
CRACK.
The blow hits her so hard Phoebe's head rocks back and she takes a step back to catch herself. For a moment she sees little blasts of bright white light clouding up her vision. Then the stars and the moon come back into focus and Phoebe is standing up straight. By now someone (someones?) has surely lunged for the Fostern Ahroun, and the brawl has begun in earnest and it's time to join the fray.
She lets go. Eventually she does shift, but only up to Glabro. It happens without conscious thought, one moment she's trying and failing to hit Hector and the next she's half a foot taller and trying to grab some other Galliard by the hair.
Yes, there is hair pulling. And stomping on someone's in-step. Once or twice (more, really) Phoebe finds herself knocked to the ground but rolls herself back up to her feet again, ready to hit back, fight back, grrr rar grr! She lasts a little longer in this form than she might have otherwise, but she is not so adept at fighting as most of the others.
Eventually she wakes up in her breed form, collapsed atop one or two other wolves with someone else's body pinning her legs.
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Elsewhere, a graceful little Ragabash slips through the tumult of the brawl. Ingrid is not made for brawls, or rather she is not made for getting hit. This is why she didn't try to protect anyone with her body out in the airport, but rather took advantage of any time a reptilian creature lunged for or latched onto a comrade. She is a creature of speed, grace, and precision.
At some point, Erich finds her ducking beneath his arm, slipping into his personal space to strike him in the side before dancing out of his reach again. Just one hit, a sign that bygones are bygone, friendship on again, et cetera et cetera? Probably not, but the past is the past and somehow other Garou have heard of their falling out and have gotten the idea that Ingrid (and Erich too one supposes) are so unprofessional that they can't be trusted to work together. And that needs to stop immediately.
For all her unnaturally graceful, predatory agility, the place is a mess of frenzied fighting. Someone manages to clock her in the side of the head and the world goes dark.
CRACK.
The blow hits her so hard Phoebe's head rocks back and she takes a step back to catch herself. For a moment she sees little blasts of bright white light clouding up her vision. Then the stars and the moon come back into focus and Phoebe is standing up straight. By now someone (someones?) has surely lunged for the Fostern Ahroun, and the brawl has begun in earnest and it's time to join the fray.
She lets go. Eventually she does shift, but only up to Glabro. It happens without conscious thought, one moment she's trying and failing to hit Hector and the next she's half a foot taller and trying to grab some other Galliard by the hair.
Yes, there is hair pulling. And stomping on someone's in-step. Once or twice (more, really) Phoebe finds herself knocked to the ground but rolls herself back up to her feet again, ready to hit back, fight back, grrr rar grr! She lasts a little longer in this form than she might have otherwise, but she is not so adept at fighting as most of the others.
Eventually she wakes up in her breed form, collapsed atop one or two other wolves with someone else's body pinning her legs.
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Elsewhere, a graceful little Ragabash slips through the tumult of the brawl. Ingrid is not made for brawls, or rather she is not made for getting hit. This is why she didn't try to protect anyone with her body out in the airport, but rather took advantage of any time a reptilian creature lunged for or latched onto a comrade. She is a creature of speed, grace, and precision.
At some point, Erich finds her ducking beneath his arm, slipping into his personal space to strike him in the side before dancing out of his reach again. Just one hit, a sign that bygones are bygone, friendship on again, et cetera et cetera? Probably not, but the past is the past and somehow other Garou have heard of their falling out and have gotten the idea that Ingrid (and Erich too one supposes) are so unprofessional that they can't be trusted to work together. And that needs to stop immediately.
For all her unnaturally graceful, predatory agility, the place is a mess of frenzied fighting. Someone manages to clock her in the side of the head and the world goes dark.