02-16-2014, 02:38 PM
It is with a wrinkled snout and heavy posture that Final Word flicks a claw into the air, indicating desire for the bone. Before long he was going to find himself denied it, but the Philodox couldn't idly sit and not correct.
"With all due respect." The sentiment echoed back upon the Child of Gaia, "I need you to trust me to know the tenants of the Litany."
Pause.
"I was citing the Litany to cripple Storm's Teeth's argument for why a leader shouldn't be appointed. He had expressed concern that a leader appointed would be a leader challenged by someone who wishes to fight against Forgotten Questions rather than work with it. I cited the tenant I did to indicate that the leader could not be challenged and replaced while we are at War against Beloved Horror, while we have the crisis with things in the very basement of your Sept hunting and nearly succeeding at consuming a pack's worth of seasoned Garou."
His hackles had gone up. He didn't like being misunderstood, and didn't like having to clarify. He should be accustomed to it by now, given his past and history and overall intellect, but just because his Rage did not rise before that did not mean it didn't exist at all. It warmed the coals of aggravation, but did not seep into his actions or words beyond the stress he tried to lay to the importance of them.
"I'm new, but I know the Litany that I speak."
"With all due respect." The sentiment echoed back upon the Child of Gaia, "I need you to trust me to know the tenants of the Litany."
Pause.
"I was citing the Litany to cripple Storm's Teeth's argument for why a leader shouldn't be appointed. He had expressed concern that a leader appointed would be a leader challenged by someone who wishes to fight against Forgotten Questions rather than work with it. I cited the tenant I did to indicate that the leader could not be challenged and replaced while we are at War against Beloved Horror, while we have the crisis with things in the very basement of your Sept hunting and nearly succeeding at consuming a pack's worth of seasoned Garou."
His hackles had gone up. He didn't like being misunderstood, and didn't like having to clarify. He should be accustomed to it by now, given his past and history and overall intellect, but just because his Rage did not rise before that did not mean it didn't exist at all. It warmed the coals of aggravation, but did not seep into his actions or words beyond the stress he tried to lay to the importance of them.
"I'm new, but I know the Litany that I speak."