Post by Roderick on May 13, 2005 13:59:03 GMT -5
“I’m not about to trust this Vampire with one of our own!” came a growl from the pack.
Just because Roderick showed their leader respect didn’t mean he was pushover. One swift head-butt to the Garou playing Alpha male and he retook his place on the proverbial totem pole. When a second stepped in to play thrust out with his forearm as a batter would to bunt the ball. The crunch of his arm against the windpipe took the brutal angry words from his lips and James stepped back.
His strong hand took hold of Rhona’s wrist and without breaking gaze with the werewolf who was holding his throat he spoke.
“I’ll take her under my wing, but I won’t humor a pissing contest with your dogs."
This caused a stir of anger amid the rest of the group, and several more moved in only stopping in response to the huge paw that slammed into the earth next to the pair.
“He is right. This is not about vampire verses werewolf. He came here of his own volition, and under the full moon. We will show him the same respect and not dishonor his offering.”
Roderick glanced back, realizing why they had all halted, and why she was truly an elder of their kind. Grandmother Larissa was shifted into full Chrinos, a nine-foot werewolf with patches of grey fur and a mouthful of razor sharp teeth. But her shifted form was not what had his attention, it was that she still spoke with a human voice, a rare feat for someone in that form. Her distended jaw smiled, revealing even more teeth as she leaned in close to speak with them both.
“It’s time for you both to go,” she explained.
The same soft brown eyes looked between the two, pausing on Rhona.
“Until we meet again in the Umbra, my child.”
Just because Roderick showed their leader respect didn’t mean he was pushover. One swift head-butt to the Garou playing Alpha male and he retook his place on the proverbial totem pole. When a second stepped in to play thrust out with his forearm as a batter would to bunt the ball. The crunch of his arm against the windpipe took the brutal angry words from his lips and James stepped back.
His strong hand took hold of Rhona’s wrist and without breaking gaze with the werewolf who was holding his throat he spoke.
“I’ll take her under my wing, but I won’t humor a pissing contest with your dogs."
This caused a stir of anger amid the rest of the group, and several more moved in only stopping in response to the huge paw that slammed into the earth next to the pair.
“He is right. This is not about vampire verses werewolf. He came here of his own volition, and under the full moon. We will show him the same respect and not dishonor his offering.”
Roderick glanced back, realizing why they had all halted, and why she was truly an elder of their kind. Grandmother Larissa was shifted into full Chrinos, a nine-foot werewolf with patches of grey fur and a mouthful of razor sharp teeth. But her shifted form was not what had his attention, it was that she still spoke with a human voice, a rare feat for someone in that form. Her distended jaw smiled, revealing even more teeth as she leaned in close to speak with them both.
“It’s time for you both to go,” she explained.
The same soft brown eyes looked between the two, pausing on Rhona.
“Until we meet again in the Umbra, my child.”