Post by Yngvarr (Cpt Samuels) on Jan 8, 2010 12:31:28 GMT -8
Follows in the Path of the Sun looked over the two graves. Rumor's, still only a few days old and then to Farwion's fresh grave as his pack began the quiet Gypsy burial rites. He looked around for a moment, feeling as if part of his pack was missing. Of the three linked to Lulu and him by the Mage's ritual, only Maya seemed to acknowledge the bond, nearly as strong as the bond he felt with his own pack. He imagined Ravenna was off in the distance somewhere watching from afar, as was her nature. Vicili, the Shadow Lord was no where to be found, perhaps that was his nature as well.
As he focused his thoughts on his Beta's deeds, the words echoed again in his mind, "This shouldn't have happened." This from the same Black Fury that so passionately invoked the Gathering for the Departed for Rumor. Rumor, who didn't even have the great Honor that Fawrion had of dying in battle, avenging a Pack Mate and helping to secure the safety of our forming Sept. Speaking such words, to imply that the death of these three Garou was a waste, seemed shameful. To shame three Warriors of Gaia, who had just given up their lives, so the remainder of the Sept could continue the fight, was disheartening. If such thoughts plagued the rest of the Sept, then the fight is perhaps already lost. To enter into a battle with fear in your heart... it clouds your judgment and causes you to hold back. Garou, especially those in War Packs and those born under the Full Moon enter every battle knowing it could be their last. This knowledge, this certainty of their place in Gaia's plan, hones their senses and fuels their Rage, which is often the only reason they survive to fight the next battle.
"Shouldn't have happened." The words had brought my own rage to the surface for a few moments, but despite being battle-hardened, as a Philodox, I did not have the fountain of Rage common among Ahrouns, and was able to control it. Even Lulu, my kinfolk, questioned the Black Fury's words, "Did she mean you shouldn't have gone?" she said. My reply, "She is seeing it from a Human perspective, seeing only the loss, not the gain." Assuming at the time, that her human mind was clouding her Garou judgment. A momentary lapse of the knowledge of the times we lived in, so close to the Apocalypse, where every breath could be our last.
Were the Garou in this budding Sept really so naive as to think that clearing out this area would not have a price. Surely the Elders, if nobody else, know that what was done, had to be done. This Hunter, this Sorcerer, with his blinding speed, powerful sword and potent magics, was by far the strongest challenge we have met so far. Did they not see, that this was the only opportunity we had to catch him in such favorable conditions. Even the Corax could not hunt down this Predator without the assistance from the Mage that I had arranged and even Lulu, whose uncanny ability to detect danger before it happened, was unable to sense the Hunter in time to warn Rumor of the singular attack, that sliced him in twain. Vanishing but a moment later and moving at impossible speeds until tracking was no longer possible.
We caught him unprepared, weak from battle, and he still managed to slay 3 Garou before he was brought down. Yet, truth be told, the death of two members of a War Pack and my own Ahroun, was a hefty toll on Gaia's Warriors, but in the greater scheme, a small price to pay to slay a creature so obviously capable of taking down even the Elders were he allowed to go on the offensive and determine the terms of the battle. Did they not see, that is exactly what would have happened. He would have hunted us down, one at a time, even one pack at a time, and slaughtered us all.
Death, my Tribe aside, being a member of a roaming War Pack for many years, I've come to know death well. Good deaths and bad deaths. Thinking of Sister Razortongue, reminds me of many years ago before Fawrion had even joined my family, when Sophia and Erebus' grandmother, a Black Fury Ahroun, Strikes with Owl's Might, sacrificed her own life so our pack could finish off a terrible Wyrm beast and its minions just south of here in Portland. Fallen Ashes, our Alpha at the time, despite his sadness at the loss of so many lives that day, couldn't have been prouder. His Ahroun died in the most noble way possible, protecting her pack at the hands of a great enemy, ensuring the creature died at her packs hands, doing exactly what Gaia expected of her. I remember Fallen Ashes' pride back then, and now I finnaly know how he felt. Fawrion Blidge Druuge, noble Ahroun of the Get of Fenris, dying exactly as she was suppose to. I was proud, and I know Mighty Fenris was proud as well.
Shouldn't have happened... no... Did Happened, exactly as it should have.
As he focused his thoughts on his Beta's deeds, the words echoed again in his mind, "This shouldn't have happened." This from the same Black Fury that so passionately invoked the Gathering for the Departed for Rumor. Rumor, who didn't even have the great Honor that Fawrion had of dying in battle, avenging a Pack Mate and helping to secure the safety of our forming Sept. Speaking such words, to imply that the death of these three Garou was a waste, seemed shameful. To shame three Warriors of Gaia, who had just given up their lives, so the remainder of the Sept could continue the fight, was disheartening. If such thoughts plagued the rest of the Sept, then the fight is perhaps already lost. To enter into a battle with fear in your heart... it clouds your judgment and causes you to hold back. Garou, especially those in War Packs and those born under the Full Moon enter every battle knowing it could be their last. This knowledge, this certainty of their place in Gaia's plan, hones their senses and fuels their Rage, which is often the only reason they survive to fight the next battle.
"Shouldn't have happened." The words had brought my own rage to the surface for a few moments, but despite being battle-hardened, as a Philodox, I did not have the fountain of Rage common among Ahrouns, and was able to control it. Even Lulu, my kinfolk, questioned the Black Fury's words, "Did she mean you shouldn't have gone?" she said. My reply, "She is seeing it from a Human perspective, seeing only the loss, not the gain." Assuming at the time, that her human mind was clouding her Garou judgment. A momentary lapse of the knowledge of the times we lived in, so close to the Apocalypse, where every breath could be our last.
Were the Garou in this budding Sept really so naive as to think that clearing out this area would not have a price. Surely the Elders, if nobody else, know that what was done, had to be done. This Hunter, this Sorcerer, with his blinding speed, powerful sword and potent magics, was by far the strongest challenge we have met so far. Did they not see, that this was the only opportunity we had to catch him in such favorable conditions. Even the Corax could not hunt down this Predator without the assistance from the Mage that I had arranged and even Lulu, whose uncanny ability to detect danger before it happened, was unable to sense the Hunter in time to warn Rumor of the singular attack, that sliced him in twain. Vanishing but a moment later and moving at impossible speeds until tracking was no longer possible.
We caught him unprepared, weak from battle, and he still managed to slay 3 Garou before he was brought down. Yet, truth be told, the death of two members of a War Pack and my own Ahroun, was a hefty toll on Gaia's Warriors, but in the greater scheme, a small price to pay to slay a creature so obviously capable of taking down even the Elders were he allowed to go on the offensive and determine the terms of the battle. Did they not see, that is exactly what would have happened. He would have hunted us down, one at a time, even one pack at a time, and slaughtered us all.
Death, my Tribe aside, being a member of a roaming War Pack for many years, I've come to know death well. Good deaths and bad deaths. Thinking of Sister Razortongue, reminds me of many years ago before Fawrion had even joined my family, when Sophia and Erebus' grandmother, a Black Fury Ahroun, Strikes with Owl's Might, sacrificed her own life so our pack could finish off a terrible Wyrm beast and its minions just south of here in Portland. Fallen Ashes, our Alpha at the time, despite his sadness at the loss of so many lives that day, couldn't have been prouder. His Ahroun died in the most noble way possible, protecting her pack at the hands of a great enemy, ensuring the creature died at her packs hands, doing exactly what Gaia expected of her. I remember Fallen Ashes' pride back then, and now I finnaly know how he felt. Fawrion Blidge Druuge, noble Ahroun of the Get of Fenris, dying exactly as she was suppose to. I was proud, and I know Mighty Fenris was proud as well.
Shouldn't have happened... no... Did Happened, exactly as it should have.
