[Forsaken] Conflict
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writing_shadowsIt looked like the glade was close to erupting into violence, not what she wanted but by the same token it was a rush. She snapped at Francis for what he had done, growling at him for feeding the spirit as the Iron Arm came alive and started to speak. Others stood up for him and then it really began, Jackson threatened and raged and all Jack saw was a perfectly good excuse for a fight. Bishop tried to tell her to shut up, Alex looked ready to have a go, chaos was brimming but it wouldn't be had in the glade. But it all had to wait until they were out of the glade, a pity, finally a proper challenge after all this time.
Jack was firmly of the opinion that you can't judge a person's character properly until you've had a good fight with them, what kind of fight didn't really matter and indeed said a lot in its own right. The Rahu, Jackson, he thought he could take her in a fight and Jack wasn't stupid enough to assume he couldn't. Never under estimate an opponent, he seemed strong and he had the 'nads to actually stand up and lay down the challenge. What she did wonder was whether he understood the challenge in the way she did.
To her it didn't matter who won the fight so much as it mattered that the ones involved were willing to risk being beaten into the ground for their beliefs. Which was always the problem with some fights, usually those with Rahu, where the possibility arose that those involved only believed in themselves, not in their point. But then that kind of self assurance was important as well. Either way, she didn't care so much about whether she won or lost, it was the rush of the fight right now. There was nothing quite like fighting for life and limb in garou, especially not since all the clean living that being uratha had inflicted.
The argument raged around her, charged with anger as only uratha can be; sizing each other up and looking for dominance subconsciously. Her focus shifted from Francis to Jackson, this was going to be a good fight, she hoped he was as good as he made out. Rahu could be so hard to properly judge, so many of them found themselves as Luna's chosen little warriors and got a real complex over it, thinking themselves better than they were. Of course some also had the dedication and utter brilliance needed to live up to it, and they were the fun ones, they were the ones that gave you a run for your money.
She'd been mistaken for Rahu a lot, not surprising even to her, they were an auspice known for a certain attitude. Elodoth were often expected to be pussy little diplomats, and while that had a place it didn't feel like her's. Better to see how people think by challenging them, what better way to judge and know a person? So far she still wasn't sure of what to think of a lot of these uratha she'd just met, some seemed fun and some bored the shit out of her, but despite what some thought she had patience. She sighed inwardly, best to let the spirit ramble, have the arguments later, pity.
Jack was firmly of the opinion that you can't judge a person's character properly until you've had a good fight with them, what kind of fight didn't really matter and indeed said a lot in its own right. The Rahu, Jackson, he thought he could take her in a fight and Jack wasn't stupid enough to assume he couldn't. Never under estimate an opponent, he seemed strong and he had the 'nads to actually stand up and lay down the challenge. What she did wonder was whether he understood the challenge in the way she did.
To her it didn't matter who won the fight so much as it mattered that the ones involved were willing to risk being beaten into the ground for their beliefs. Which was always the problem with some fights, usually those with Rahu, where the possibility arose that those involved only believed in themselves, not in their point. But then that kind of self assurance was important as well. Either way, she didn't care so much about whether she won or lost, it was the rush of the fight right now. There was nothing quite like fighting for life and limb in garou, especially not since all the clean living that being uratha had inflicted.
The argument raged around her, charged with anger as only uratha can be; sizing each other up and looking for dominance subconsciously. Her focus shifted from Francis to Jackson, this was going to be a good fight, she hoped he was as good as he made out. Rahu could be so hard to properly judge, so many of them found themselves as Luna's chosen little warriors and got a real complex over it, thinking themselves better than they were. Of course some also had the dedication and utter brilliance needed to live up to it, and they were the fun ones, they were the ones that gave you a run for your money.
She'd been mistaken for Rahu a lot, not surprising even to her, they were an auspice known for a certain attitude. Elodoth were often expected to be pussy little diplomats, and while that had a place it didn't feel like her's. Better to see how people think by challenging them, what better way to judge and know a person? So far she still wasn't sure of what to think of a lot of these uratha she'd just met, some seemed fun and some bored the shit out of her, but despite what some thought she had patience. She sighed inwardly, best to let the spirit ramble, have the arguments later, pity.
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Date: 2011-03-14 11:20 am (UTC)