Post by Chenoa on Sept 28, 2009 1:35:11 GMT -8
Overcast, breezy, and on occasion sunshine would sparkle through the thick clouds above. Shades were drawn, and the home was dark, empty, and locked. For the first time in quite a while, Nova had decided to venture out into the caern past the boundaries of her balcony barrier of her apartment. A note had been left for Violet, should she return home, but Nova was not optimistic about it being any time soon. Her beta had been gone a while now, though she worried for her, she also knew she could handle herself, so the thought of Violet's were abouts were not the most troubling thing on the alpha's mind.
Instead, she plodded along the outskirts of the caern, her long auburn tail swishing rhythmically behind her; perhaps the patrol with Thorfin from Moira's pack,and the talks he and her shared had inspired her paws to continue to guard, if not half heartedly. Although she had enjoyed talking circles around the galliard male, that also did not trouble her too greatly. No, it was a short and vague conversation much later in the evening that struck her most. A conversation lasting but a half minute's time, with one of the elders of the sept; Jack.
Her red and ruddy paws stopped beneath a tree near a small park, and her rump flopped to the ground. Ah, that's what she had been thinking of, contemplating the twisted and tunnel visioned mind of the elder Jack. She remembered it well, as she remembered most things that intrigued her, and thinking back on it, she realized it had been his attempt at a diversionary tactic. Why she hadn't connected those dots before was quite simple. Silverthorn, she saw as a friend, someone she trusted, and when the cat had attempted to pounce her in play well, Nova wasn't the least bit surprised. However, to Jack it would appear, that perhaps he had hoped for a more sinister ending. Her mind tossed and turned the idea slowly in her head, twisting it around and looking at it from every angle she could.
Then, a thought occurred to her, one she hadn't thought of before. Here she had this unadulterated loathing for a garou she hardly knew, only because she knew that deep down he hated her just as much. Was that really a good reason to hate him so? Perhaps if given the chance, an attempt at better acquaintances were in order to rectify the reasoning of hatred between them. Her wolfish eyes gleamed brightly at the idea. Why did she hate him? What purpose or reasoning could she come up with that would justify such loathing? Perhaps because he hated Lilias? Well, if that were the reason, then that would or should have died with her. Perhaps he hated her, because she was Lilias's beta? There was an idea that made a little more sense, yet at the same time it was so petty and cub like, Nova nearly snorted at the thought. How ignorant could someone be, to hate someone without knowing them? You should ask yourself that, you hate him don't you? Do you know him well enough to understand why you hate him so?
Thwarted by her own logic. She had to admit defeat. She couldn't rightly hate Jack without just cause and reason. There were too many questions of why, that were not being answered. Off in the distance, the clouds grew darker, a coming sign of autumns stormy wrath about to descend upon the northwestern corner of the world. Nova sat beneath the tree to greet them, welcoming their cool wet embrace, wondering inwardly when she might run into the elder garou that hated her so, wondering if it was a permanent situation, or something temporary...like the rain...
Instead, she plodded along the outskirts of the caern, her long auburn tail swishing rhythmically behind her; perhaps the patrol with Thorfin from Moira's pack,and the talks he and her shared had inspired her paws to continue to guard, if not half heartedly. Although she had enjoyed talking circles around the galliard male, that also did not trouble her too greatly. No, it was a short and vague conversation much later in the evening that struck her most. A conversation lasting but a half minute's time, with one of the elders of the sept; Jack.
Her red and ruddy paws stopped beneath a tree near a small park, and her rump flopped to the ground. Ah, that's what she had been thinking of, contemplating the twisted and tunnel visioned mind of the elder Jack. She remembered it well, as she remembered most things that intrigued her, and thinking back on it, she realized it had been his attempt at a diversionary tactic. Why she hadn't connected those dots before was quite simple. Silverthorn, she saw as a friend, someone she trusted, and when the cat had attempted to pounce her in play well, Nova wasn't the least bit surprised. However, to Jack it would appear, that perhaps he had hoped for a more sinister ending. Her mind tossed and turned the idea slowly in her head, twisting it around and looking at it from every angle she could.
Then, a thought occurred to her, one she hadn't thought of before. Here she had this unadulterated loathing for a garou she hardly knew, only because she knew that deep down he hated her just as much. Was that really a good reason to hate him so? Perhaps if given the chance, an attempt at better acquaintances were in order to rectify the reasoning of hatred between them. Her wolfish eyes gleamed brightly at the idea. Why did she hate him? What purpose or reasoning could she come up with that would justify such loathing? Perhaps because he hated Lilias? Well, if that were the reason, then that would or should have died with her. Perhaps he hated her, because she was Lilias's beta? There was an idea that made a little more sense, yet at the same time it was so petty and cub like, Nova nearly snorted at the thought. How ignorant could someone be, to hate someone without knowing them? You should ask yourself that, you hate him don't you? Do you know him well enough to understand why you hate him so?
Thwarted by her own logic. She had to admit defeat. She couldn't rightly hate Jack without just cause and reason. There were too many questions of why, that were not being answered. Off in the distance, the clouds grew darker, a coming sign of autumns stormy wrath about to descend upon the northwestern corner of the world. Nova sat beneath the tree to greet them, welcoming their cool wet embrace, wondering inwardly when she might run into the elder garou that hated her so, wondering if it was a permanent situation, or something temporary...like the rain...
