In Lefty's Defense

5/14/2007

10:36 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (17% full).
It is currently 10:34 Pacific Time on Mon May 14 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly sunny today. The temperature is 51 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.30 and falling, and the relative humidity is 71 percent. The dewpoint is 42 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius.)

Windswept Clearing(#3150RJ)
You stand in a small, muddy clearing, high in the foothills east of St. Claire. At first glance, the clearing appears cold and dead, but further examination shows a subtle beauty. The wet rocks that litter the ground have been eroded by wind and rain into intriguing shapes. One looks like a wolf sleeping, another like an old man staring down the mountain side. A small pool, fed by a pure spring, lies clear and still. The rock-face to the north is limestone, studded with veins of quartz that refract the light when struck just right, sending rainbows throughout the clearing. You have rarely seen a more peaceful or pleasant spot.
To the west you see a faint path leading down the mountain. Looking to the north, you see a small cave up the side of the rock-face.
Contents:
Nike
Obvious exits:
Cave  Foothills  

The clearing not far from the entrance to Thunder Cave holds no animal life to it but one. Far-Cry, having emerged from his den alone to commence in whatever it is the solitudinous Shadow Lord does in his days spent. The city out west embodies the idea of a Scab, black and ugly against the skin of Gaia's face, but remains distant from the landscape. By the small, clear pool, the black wolf stops to drink before testing the air.

A lupus in black comes sniffing in this general direction. After meeting up with Kenneth that one day she has his scent as she seeks him out. She lifts her nose to the air, breathing in deep and when she sees Far-Cry she chuffs the air, showing her presence.

Far-Cry turns his ears in the direction of the ahroun Fury, eyes following after. An immediate but subtle change overcomes the halfmoon as he faces her, trotting away from the pool to actually actively meet her. His return chuff is not as cordial, and in fact a little territorial. What do you want here?

Nike gives a look around and then shifts into her homid form, "I seek the philodox. I seek you. May we speak?" She rests on the ground, looking towards the wolf and showing no sign of attack or threat.

Far-Cry studies the Fury for moments longer, hackles beginning to stiffen at the base. He chooses to join her eventually in shape, shifting through to assume a somewhat dirtied, but still button down shirt and slacks appearance. The wild feeling doesn't quite leave. With a nod, he bids her to continue.

"I wish to speak to you on the matter of Lefty, the Gnawer. I had hoped to reach you before a decision was made. It seems my chiminage and rise to alpha have kept me from reaching you sooner. I wish to speak with you on the matter."

The line on the Shadow Lord's lips turns down at the corners. "The halfmoons judged her already," Kenneth states clearly and firmly. "And she's been told of what her punishment is." Folding his arms over his chest, he eyes the ahroun almost expectantly.

Nike takes a breath and sighs. "And I suppose she was punished for being Charach?"

Kenneth neither nods nor shakes his head, and his expression carefully tailors itself to neutrality. "That, and more," is his answer. "Does it bother you because the one she had sex with was one of your tribe?"

Nike shakes her head, "No. It bothers me because I do not believe she Charached. There was no mating to it." Nike rests her head on her hand. "She defiled a caern, at the most." Nike shakes her head, "And she has not been told of her punishment yet... Please. Listen to my words and reconsider."

Kenneth is slow to lower his eyelids down, closing his eyes for a long, silent moment. When they open, his eyes have turned their gaze towards the west. "She knows what she did was wrong. Wrong according to the rules laid out where she was at the time, and where she is now." Those same dark eyes turn back, hardening in the gaze's veneer. "And she does know her punishment is coming."

"Coming... Yes. She does not believe that being with another woman was wrong. What she did... in a caern and on someone's territory was. She admits that freely. She should not be tried for Charach but for defiling the territory and caern of another. I simply wish to see judgement set in the right place. That prejudice, as I see from Felix, is not being served. I simply wish to see justice served correctly."

Kenneth sighs heavily, a rough edge of released tension coloring the vocalization. And then he turns to the Fury, staring hard. "This sept has tried other Garou in the past for the same nature of relationships, and deemed them charachs as well. That, you can't help. As for what else, her lack of respect of the Painted Rocks sept's territory is part of the judgement. And that she violated a caern in doing so, and then proceeded to hide this from this sept? Believe me when I say she's damn lucky she doesn't face death, or worse."

Nike looks to Kenneth and asks, "But in that... Do you feel that it is Charach? There is no metis that can come forth and stop the breeding. There was not even a seed spilt in this that would keep a garou from being born... What they did was little more than foreplay... Not sex." Nike frowns as she speaks the words. "If a man and a woman did this... It would be foreplay and not sex. The law states that Garou shall not mate with Garou... There was no mating. No chance of metis... Therefore it cannot be Charach." She looks to Kenneth, eyes plaintive. "Can this not be seen?"

Kenneth glares, and then abruptly turns from the Fury to pace off a couple feet from her. It's another, longer silence thick with tension that hangs in the air and darkens the halfmoon's aura considerably. "I told you, others here have been judged for the same thing." When he turns, his eyes are cold as coals again. "How do you know what she did and did not do? What'd she do, describe everything in lurid detail?"

Nike looks to Kenneth, still calm. "What is there to do between two women? I am sure you have an imagination. Others? Two women have been judged for charach?"

"Basil and Kevin," Kenneth grates with a slowly increasing tightness. "Males. So at least you know they judge here with equal opportunity." The sarcasm deepens and he clenches a hand by his side to a fist. "Besides, what do you care about her? She's not your tribe, or your packmate."

Nike looks to Kenneth, "No, I agree with the punishment to Basil and Kevin. Seed was spilt and there was insertion. There was sex and mating in it's coarsest sense. There was no mating between Lefty and her lover." Nike brings herself up, "She is a woman. I am sworn to protect all women who are being wronged. Therefore I must do what I do."

Kenneth snaps out his retort with an angry tone. "She admitted it herself! The Gnawer stupidly walked right into a caern full of Shadow Lords and did the fuckin' nasty with another fuckin' Garou right on their fuckin' caern stone! You're telling me there's not something really wrong there?"

"Defiled the Caern. Yes. That is what she did... Not Charach." Nike says, doing her best to stay calm. "We place blame where blame is due. As I said... What they did was little more than foreplay and not sex."

"To you, maybe," Kenneth spits back as he fights for control and grudgingly wins. "But not to Blackriver and certainly not to Felix."

"What about you?" Nike says, looking at him with all sincerity. "Prejudice has no place in a philodox decision. Philodox go by the rules. If all you have is Garou shall not mate with Garou... then Lefty did not charach. It is the only decision. Yes or no?"

For the first few seconds, Kenneth looks conflicted as a fleeting tension pulls at the corners of his lips again. "It wasn't my decision," he growls out thinly, "to judge her that way. She violated a caern and disrespected the territory of those who held it. My judgment came from that."

"And yet you judge her for the correct cause and still the Charach will be the overlying judgement. Is this fair?" Nike says to him, looking to him without meeting his eyes. "Are you not one of the philodox? Your opinion is just as valid as another. Why do I come to you if your opinion is not just as important? You do not judge her on Charach... The others should not either."

Kenneth snarls, teeth gritting as he snaps his eyes back onto the Fury. "Don't manipulate me, Fury. Yes, my opinion was just as valid. My judgment was one of the many, and we judged her for /all/ her actions, not just the one. The punishment is as appropriate as it can be."

Nike holds her head high, "Not if she is judged for Charach." Nike shakes her head slowly, "There is no manipulation. You have just as much said it yourself. You judged on the correct things..."

Kenneth cuts a hand through the air quickly, as if to chop the ahroun's statement. "She was judged for everything, I told you that already." That same chopping hand runs through his lengthy hair, a frustrated growl vibrating between his teeth. "What is it you want, Fury?"

Nike gives a somewhat bittersweet look to Kenneth, "To hear of something happening in this sept that is good, I guess." She shakes her head and rises to her feet. "I am sorry to have caused you such strain. I will leave you. I simply wish to see justice served for the proper things."

"I did my part," Kenneth replies in a quieted volume. "But I don't deny that what she did was as stupid and dishonorable as she could've done. If I were you, I'd just be grateful she doesn't face the Satire Rite for the things we /did/ agree that she'd done."

"I respect you a great deal, Kenneth-Yuf, for seeing the correct path in this. I only wish it could have been different and I had done more sooner." Nike gives him a nod of her head, "May we battle the wyrm soon." And she turns to shift into lupus and find her way back to the woods.

Kenneth only gives the ahroun a look of doubt to her words of respect, like he isn't inclined to believe them, but says nothing to discount it. He remains standing there as she shifts and moves away, remaining in silence for minutes before turning away himself and shifting back to lupus form to trot back into the cave.

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