02-16-2014, 06:06 PM
A new shape rises up from the gathered wolves watching this debate shift from voice to voice to voice to voice. Ingrid Kim rises up to four feet and, just at the edge of the ring of Garou, she melts from four legs upward to two. They have their preferences, yes, but some forms are better for discussions and some are better suited for combat and the Revel.
She approaches the small knot of Fosterns and Cliaths and she waits patiently until the bone appears to be passing hands once more. Gracefully and graciously, she accepts the bone with a bow to Avery before taking a step back and offering a slight bow to the Grand Elder as well.
Then she looks to the Garou knot.
"Ingrid," she announces, "Dances With the Hurricane. Cliath of the Shadow Lords. Now is not the moment when I will play my part as tonight's Fool." A reassurance, perhaps. Her true interruption of events will happen later.
"Before this spirals further, I have questions for the two of you in particular," she inclines her head toward Erich and slants her gaze toward David, "to answer now or to think over later." She turns to David first, tilting her head to look upward at him. "Final Word-yuf, what is your purpose in, as you say, crippling Storm's Teeth-rhya's argument? Are we not here because we are joined together in a singular purpose?" She does not give him the bone, but continues to hold it in her hands as she turns to Erich. "Storm's Teeth-rhya, nearly all of us standing here, now, were new to this city once. You challanged for the moot's Wyrmfoe the very same day you arrived. Our opinions as newcomers to the city and its troubles have always been considered valid in the eyes of the elders of Forgotten Questions. What makes you believe Final Word-yuf's opinions should be considered any less valid because he wasn't by the pit with us, he didn't lay Raspberry Sky to rest with us, he did not plug in a refigerator and clean up the mess of the 43rd floor with us?" Again, she retains her hold on the bone.
"And finally, why do you insist that two means separate?" Here Ingrid lifts the jaw bone aloft and makes a short half-circle before the gathered Garou. For a moment she looks a lot like one of those ring-girls for boxing matches, except she's wearing a lot more clothing and appears a lot more predatory. "Are we not all Gaia's teeth? If you put too much pressure on one tooth will it not crack and crumble and eventually break?"
Lowering her arms, she turns and returns to the knot of debate. "Spread the work between the jaw and we'll make quicker work of the enemies who seek to bring us to the ground, will we not?"
Passing the bone on, she takes a step back away from them and as she does she dips her body forward, arms stretched out behind her in a quick bow to include all of them. In the same, fluidly graceful motion she turns away, but she does not resume her lupus shape, not yet.
She approaches the small knot of Fosterns and Cliaths and she waits patiently until the bone appears to be passing hands once more. Gracefully and graciously, she accepts the bone with a bow to Avery before taking a step back and offering a slight bow to the Grand Elder as well.
Then she looks to the Garou knot.
"Ingrid," she announces, "Dances With the Hurricane. Cliath of the Shadow Lords. Now is not the moment when I will play my part as tonight's Fool." A reassurance, perhaps. Her true interruption of events will happen later.
"Before this spirals further, I have questions for the two of you in particular," she inclines her head toward Erich and slants her gaze toward David, "to answer now or to think over later." She turns to David first, tilting her head to look upward at him. "Final Word-yuf, what is your purpose in, as you say, crippling Storm's Teeth-rhya's argument? Are we not here because we are joined together in a singular purpose?" She does not give him the bone, but continues to hold it in her hands as she turns to Erich. "Storm's Teeth-rhya, nearly all of us standing here, now, were new to this city once. You challanged for the moot's Wyrmfoe the very same day you arrived. Our opinions as newcomers to the city and its troubles have always been considered valid in the eyes of the elders of Forgotten Questions. What makes you believe Final Word-yuf's opinions should be considered any less valid because he wasn't by the pit with us, he didn't lay Raspberry Sky to rest with us, he did not plug in a refigerator and clean up the mess of the 43rd floor with us?" Again, she retains her hold on the bone.
"And finally, why do you insist that two means separate?" Here Ingrid lifts the jaw bone aloft and makes a short half-circle before the gathered Garou. For a moment she looks a lot like one of those ring-girls for boxing matches, except she's wearing a lot more clothing and appears a lot more predatory. "Are we not all Gaia's teeth? If you put too much pressure on one tooth will it not crack and crumble and eventually break?"
Lowering her arms, she turns and returns to the knot of debate. "Spread the work between the jaw and we'll make quicker work of the enemies who seek to bring us to the ground, will we not?"
Passing the bone on, she takes a step back away from them and as she does she dips her body forward, arms stretched out behind her in a quick bow to include all of them. In the same, fluidly graceful motion she turns away, but she does not resume her lupus shape, not yet.