Post by Mike Lohmann on May 13, 2005 2:06:42 GMT -8
Pacing seemed to be the only thing he was able to do, these passing nights. Never in his life, or unlife, had he paced so much. Hell... Paris was less of a pain in the ass than this shithole. Fucking Camarilla trying to backstab other Camarilla just to save stupid Camarilla members. Retards. He had never used the term to describe another kindred before, but the setting called for it. They were retarded, and so was he.. for he was about to play a very dangerous game. He knew that this weekend would make or break his young, but lightly established kindred ass. He knew what lay ahead... he had seen this and been through all this political garbage before. So, he passed. He had passed so much, that he had worn a walking line into the carpet of the apartment that Trigger owned. Bristling... growling... the furious little demon that he was.
She sat upon the couch... knowing when it was best to talk and to not talk, when he was in moods like this. Best to let him vent, and so she did, for nearly a week. Back and forth, he moved, tail flickering and wings twitching constantly within that closed curtain apartment of theirs. Back and forth.
Back and forth.
"Wie dumm und moronic kann das Brujah sein? Wie. pathetisch und cowardly ist dieser Stamm, hier geworden? Gegen ein zuverlässiges wenden, gerecht eine Schande zu den thier Zahlen speichern. Pathetisch. Schwach. Wie trauen sie? Das vortreffliche und kluge Brujah, machend zu Ravnos mit thier Lügen und Betrug. " (How stupid and moronic can the Brujah be? How .. pathetic and cowardly has that tribe become, here? To turn against a faithful, just to save a disgrace to thier numbers. Pathetic. Weak. How dare they? The noble and wise Brujah, turning into Ravnos with thier lies and deceit.)
If the boy could breath fire, like the dragons of lore, he would be. Growling worked its way into his words, anger dripping from his tone. He took a moment to glance at Trig, but his feet did not stop. Eyes narrowed a touch, and the rant continued.
It had been so long since the hatred burned through him as bad as it was, currently... the old monster slowly stiring again.
"Die andere Gangrel Obacht nichts für mich und würde sicher nie oben für was ich am Gericht tun konnte, sollte Sachenehmen eine Umdrehung für das schlechtere stehen. Aber, ich interessiere mich nicht. Ich stehe nicht, damit Scion, so aufgestellt werden kann. Er ist nicht die schuldige und schuldige Notwendigkeit bestraft zu werden. Ich lasse ihn nicht Bestrafung für ein Verbrechen nehmen, welches das Brujah pawn weg auf jemand anderes versuchen. Bumsen Sie das. Wenn ich alleine, während es, dann mich stehe, stehen Sie alleine. Ich stehe nicht herum und tue nichts. Ich WERDE Nicht!!! (The other Gangrel care nothing for me, and would surely never stand up for what I might do at the court, should things take a turn for the worse. But, I don't care. I won't stand for Scion to be set up, like this. He is not the guilty, and the guilty need to be punished. I won't let him take punishment for a crime the Brujah are trying to pawn off on someone else. Fuck that. If I stand alone, during it, then I stand alone. I won't stand around and do nothing. I WON'T!!!)
As the boy-monster paced back and forth over and over again, and the ranting continued, the darkness within him stirred more and more, swirling around a lone figure within the back of his mind. A woman. A gorgeous woman, with the softest of laughs, yet the most sinister of auras. His sire. She laughed to herself. more than happy to see him work himself up like this. The greatness of her creation, would soon be destroyed... and she couldn't be any more content with that. Freedom from his mind, she longed for each passing moment. Hell was nothing, compared to purgatory, and hell she longed for. So.. as he continued.. .she softly encouraged him from the depths of his mind.
~Obtain your retribution, Rolf, for the injustice that shall soon be served....~
~Arise, Angel of Death.....~
~Arise... ghost of war......~[/u][/i][/b]
As he moved along, his perminate talons flexed and unflexed absently.
Time was almost up. For who? Not until trial was done with, would anyone find out.
She sat upon the couch... knowing when it was best to talk and to not talk, when he was in moods like this. Best to let him vent, and so she did, for nearly a week. Back and forth, he moved, tail flickering and wings twitching constantly within that closed curtain apartment of theirs. Back and forth.
Back and forth.
"Wie dumm und moronic kann das Brujah sein? Wie. pathetisch und cowardly ist dieser Stamm, hier geworden? Gegen ein zuverlässiges wenden, gerecht eine Schande zu den thier Zahlen speichern. Pathetisch. Schwach. Wie trauen sie? Das vortreffliche und kluge Brujah, machend zu Ravnos mit thier Lügen und Betrug. " (How stupid and moronic can the Brujah be? How .. pathetic and cowardly has that tribe become, here? To turn against a faithful, just to save a disgrace to thier numbers. Pathetic. Weak. How dare they? The noble and wise Brujah, turning into Ravnos with thier lies and deceit.)
If the boy could breath fire, like the dragons of lore, he would be. Growling worked its way into his words, anger dripping from his tone. He took a moment to glance at Trig, but his feet did not stop. Eyes narrowed a touch, and the rant continued.
It had been so long since the hatred burned through him as bad as it was, currently... the old monster slowly stiring again.
"Die andere Gangrel Obacht nichts für mich und würde sicher nie oben für was ich am Gericht tun konnte, sollte Sachenehmen eine Umdrehung für das schlechtere stehen. Aber, ich interessiere mich nicht. Ich stehe nicht, damit Scion, so aufgestellt werden kann. Er ist nicht die schuldige und schuldige Notwendigkeit bestraft zu werden. Ich lasse ihn nicht Bestrafung für ein Verbrechen nehmen, welches das Brujah pawn weg auf jemand anderes versuchen. Bumsen Sie das. Wenn ich alleine, während es, dann mich stehe, stehen Sie alleine. Ich stehe nicht herum und tue nichts. Ich WERDE Nicht!!! (The other Gangrel care nothing for me, and would surely never stand up for what I might do at the court, should things take a turn for the worse. But, I don't care. I won't stand for Scion to be set up, like this. He is not the guilty, and the guilty need to be punished. I won't let him take punishment for a crime the Brujah are trying to pawn off on someone else. Fuck that. If I stand alone, during it, then I stand alone. I won't stand around and do nothing. I WON'T!!!)
As the boy-monster paced back and forth over and over again, and the ranting continued, the darkness within him stirred more and more, swirling around a lone figure within the back of his mind. A woman. A gorgeous woman, with the softest of laughs, yet the most sinister of auras. His sire. She laughed to herself. more than happy to see him work himself up like this. The greatness of her creation, would soon be destroyed... and she couldn't be any more content with that. Freedom from his mind, she longed for each passing moment. Hell was nothing, compared to purgatory, and hell she longed for. So.. as he continued.. .she softly encouraged him from the depths of his mind.
~Obtain your retribution, Rolf, for the injustice that shall soon be served....~
~Arise, Angel of Death.....~
~Arise... ghost of war......~[/u][/i][/b]
As he moved along, his perminate talons flexed and unflexed absently.
Time was almost up. For who? Not until trial was done with, would anyone find out.
