Don't Aggravate the Elder
1/21/2009
10:37 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (27% full).
It is currently 22:34 Pacific Time on Wed Jan 21 2009.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is foggy. The temperature is 34 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southeast at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.07 and steady, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)
Edgewood House: Meadow(#1390RJh)
A long, hard-packed dirt road winds through the forest off Sunrise Road, eventually coming to a stop in front of a large house, which may be the very definition of ramshackle. The house is not visible from the road. Its foundation and general structure are solid, but its once crisp grey-and-white paint needs updating, and some of the trim is having trouble staying attached. A fixer upper, one might say. Off to the left, there's a former garage, long since converted into something of an in-law apartment. A connecting flyover attaches it to the second floor of the house.
There are no fences surrounding either the front or back yards. In the rear of the property, the yard eventually comes up against a well built garden, with the very beginnings of sprouts. Shaded by surrounding trees, there is a small (but deep) natural pond, with a chuckling brook leading out of it, into the woods. There's a rope swing hanging from one of the trees. The yard to the southeast of the property stretches on for a time, and then is eaten by woods, into which there may or may not be a path; it apparently fades away quickly. There's a certain looming feel to these woods.
Contents:
Danae
Obvious exits:
Narrow Path Sunrise Road Front Door Barn/Garage
It is night, but really when doesn't she come across him at night? Danae has just slammed the door from Edgewood as she takes a step out the door. "I'm not going to cry." The words spoken the silence of the night as she takes a few calming breaths. Her eyes lift up to the moon for a long moment and then fall downwards to the ground. For once, the kinswoman does not look around the area.
Kenneth is already in the meadow by the time she's slammed the door and speaks to herself. The philodox sees her before she does him given the angle of her gaze, and in the transition of her eyes downwards she might see him start to turn purposefully on heel as if to head back the way he'd come.
Danae hears the motion as her eyes come up. For a moment, she's almost willing him to leave her. However, rage does not just burn in Garou. "Kenneth." His name is called out as her stride purposely takes her to him. She looks like she's lost a few pounds, and there are light bags beneath her eyes.
Kenneth doesn't stop at his name, but plods onwards back towards the forest's edge.
Danae narrows her eyes, "Have the honor to stop, Kenneth. Or are you just good at running?" The words of the kin carry over the air as she pauses. Her breathing coming in puffs in the cold night air.
Kenneth pulls up at that. The turn he makes is quick and the glare cold enough to be a match for the freezing temperature of the air.
Danae crosses her arms around her abdomen to that. "Look, I don't like you any more than you like me. However, I was advised by the philodox that I had to talk to you about the baby. So here I am. At least act your maturity level and talk. You got what you wanted. Quentin is gone, I'm knocked up and on my own. So just deal with the rest of it. The moon isn't high."
Kenneth continues to glare coldly in a manner that denotes an anger burning hot behind it. "What do /you/ know of what I want?" he hisses. "Nothing. You know nothing."
Danae doesn't step closer to the man as her eyes reflect his anger, even if unjustified. "So tell me, Kenneth. What do you want?"
Kenneth falls silent for a long time at that. His head shakes, gaze turning away from her, jaw clenching and teeth gritting. His exhaled breath comes out in hard, restrained gusts. When he does turn his eyes back onto her, he states simply, "You don't deserve to know." He adjusts the lay of the coat that's on his shoulders. The coat she gave him, not long ago.
"Now come on, Kenneth. Aren't we one big happy tribe?" Danae looks around the yard and then back at the man. She's still not moving closer to him. "It doesn't matter if I deserve to know or not. The fact of the matter is that I asked. Or is your honor too hurt to answer?" Her green eyes almost seem to glint in the night. "Do something our tribe isn't known for. Be honest. Tell me what you want. No more assumptions."
"I think I was plenty honest that night. And the nights before. In fact," Kenneth replies in a rising growl, "here's an honest statement for you. /You/ wanted it just as much as I did. Maybe I'd've felt a little bit of regret at first, but you've made damn sure to snuff that out real quick. All those times you came complaining about how Quentin wanted you to change, demanding things from you. When did I ever impose so much as a /finger/ in your direction? I gave you leeway. I gave you chances. I think I've given enough."
Danae arches her brows. "Oh right. What was it you wanted?" She makes a critical error in removing her eyes from his as the sarcasm drips off her words. "Oh! Right. You wanted a quick tumble. And you slept with me because you could. So that's what you wanted. You were just as you said, a sore loser and I was a trinket." Her eyes flash back to his as her lips curve into a cruel smile. "Or is this where you say you wanted me as yours? That you.." She flutters her lashes dramatically. "Love me and want no one else but me?"
Kenneth snarls as the sarcasm comes to her tone. The flutter of her lashes pushes him forward towards her and in movement so quick as to be telling of the Rage that boils up, he lunges forward in an outward lash, shifting in the process to that of the Glabro form where his painted face contorts to a further twisted mask of unbridled anger.
Danae opens her eyes wide at the anger and the shift to the larger creature before her. Immediately, she coils in a protective stance to her stomach and her unborn child. Her head lowering as she hits the snow easily as she takes a soft breath, trying to calm herself. From the fall of her long lashes she looks up at her elder. The fear is there, but it is mixed with many other emotions. She waits to see if he continues to shift upwards or if he calms.
Kenneth looks to continue, hands reaching down to grasp at her clothing with both fists, intending to lift her back up to her feet.
Danae is lifted easily to that. Her eyes lift to his and then drop away. "Don't.. the baby, Kenneth." She doesn't do a plea for her own life as she's lifted back to her feet.
Kenneth brings her up past her feet, lifting her up so her face is too close to his. "Give me one good reason why I should /care/," he thunders in his pitch-deepened voice. "One fucking excellent reason!"
"Because the baby is innocent." Danae offers lightly. A quiver moving through her body as she tries to lower her eyes from his, not making direct contact. Her breath held.
Pack> Kenneth likely doesn't know it himself, but his anger through the link and focused all in his mind is palpable.
Pack> Stacey says "Something wrong?"
Pack> Coriander says "Kenneth?"
Kenneth barks right into the kin's face, "NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" His fists tighten considerably, frame shaking from the tension.
Pack> Kenneth's rage flares further, bordering on frenzy.
Pack> Coriander says "Kenneth? Where are you?"
Danae looks up at him as she watches his fists tighten. She actually tries to curl her knees up to her chest in protection. There is a whimper, a pretty pathetic whimper that comes from her. "Please." Danae tries to pull her weight back from his grip on her. The tears already starting in her eyes. "Please?"
Pack> Stacey tries to send calmer, more peaceful feelings, mixed with concern, over the link.
Pack> Kenneth through his red fog of rage has but one thing in his mind. Danae. And how very pissed off he is. And Danae. And how this baby is going to die right here at Edgewood.
Pack> Coriander says "Stace? Are you close? I'm not, I'm in the city."
Pack> Coriander is clearly worried, but taking Stacey's lead, tries to send along calmer vibes, too.
Pack> Stacey says "I'm in Western bawn, can try to get there. Far-Cry! Are you listening to me?! You don't want to harm that child, do you? Maybe her, but... Walk away. If you can, walk away..."
Kenneth yanks the kin around as he turns, snapping out, "Shut up!" But whether from her pleas or some other distraction that sends his eyes flicking back towards the forest, he pauses in the rage and takes the barest moment to consider. The tightened grip loosens only by a minute fraction.
Pack> Kenneth says "She doesn't deserve it. /I/ don't deserve this."
Pack> Coriander says "You don't deserve the fallout for hurting the baby, either. Kenneth."
Danae goes completely silent. Although her heart is pounding in her ears. Her breasts lifting and falling in a breathing pattern that shows her panic. Very very slowly she lifts her eyes up towards his and waits. There is no challenge found in them.
Pack> Stacey says "Bullshit. At least for you. And that baby could be a good help to us someday, whatever the mother's like."
Pack> Kenneth's rage lessens, but through the simmer of it he can be felt to realize what he's doing, having hit a pregnant woman and in turn threatened her life. And it, for a moment, makes him pause.
Pack> Coriander says "Just walk away, Kenneth."
Pack> Coriander says "Come home to the territory, you can just walk away from this. Whatever she's got to say, turn a deaf ear and walk this off."
Pack> Stacey says "Come find me. We'll hunt or fight. It'd be more rewarding than your other ideas...."
Pack> Stacey says "Or go find Cori! Also a good idea."
Pack> Coriander says "Hunting's good, too. Or, hey, my stash is at the tree... you can smoke the whole damn thing, if you need to."
Face contorted in a silent snarl, Kenneth seems to lessen in anger only by tiny, excrutiatingly slow degrees. In the tense seconds that pass, he loses the initial spark of borderline frenzy from his eyes and regains a bit of consciousness. Reason. And abruptly his fists lower, setting her back down on her feet. They don't, however, let go yet.
Danae feels the ground beneath her feet and firmly plants them downwards. Her lips still stay silent, for once, as she just watches his features. There isn't one word spoken, as she waits.
Pack> Kenneth fights down a second spike, this one briefly of panic, and comes to search out the others. "Where are you two?"
Pack> Coriander is on her way from Jacob's.
Pack> Stacey says "Western Bawn! Heading your way. I've been guarding..."
Kenneth untwists his fingers from her clothes like the digits work against him. Eventually, gradually, his features uncurl from their peeled back, fang-exposing deformation to spill back to a barely held, straighter look at her. Then he takes a step back.
Danae immediately straightens out her clothing. Then she wraps her arms across the front of her abdomen. Her eyes on his as she waits for him to say something.
Pack> Kenneth says "Don't... don't come. I have to do this."
Pack> Coriander says "...Do what?"
Pack> Kenneth says "Something! I have do something. This can't keep going. Not like this."
Pack> Coriander says "Kenneth, please. You can just walk away. Calm down, talk to her again later, maybe with someone else, if you need to talk to her."
Pack> Stacey says "Kenneth... :("
Kenneth takes another step back, then another. Once he's out of arm's reach, he grits his teeth again and speaks in a grated tone, "This will not continue like this."
Pack> Kenneth says "I'm /elder/. Goddamnit, she is my Kin. If I can't handle this..."
"Kenneth.." Danae's tone is light when she looks up at him. "I want.." She stops then and seems to change her words. "What do you want? Really. Not what did you say you wanted weeks ago, or months ago. What do you want right now?"
Pack> Stacey says "There's a fuckin' baby involved! Are you thinking about all three of you? Or just you and her?"
Pack> Coriander says "You need to handle it with wisdom and honor, Kenneth. You need to know when to take a step back and deal with your anger separately from her and revisit the issue when you can do so with a clear head!"
Pack> Kenneth says "What do I care of the Walker's child!? Why should I care! Why isn't /he/ here instead of her?"
Pack> Coriander says "Like it or not, that child carries Shadow Lord blood, Kenneth. It's not just Quentin's, it's hers, too."
Kenneth briefly snarls again at her words, but another air of distraction pierces his calm and he looks towards the forest. When his eyes return to her, they stare down towards her lower abdomen, and not in any pleasant way.
Danae takes a step back from the look at her abdomen. "Kenneth?" She turns her eyes towards the forest as well and then back towards him.
Pack> Stacey says "And it's a child!"
Kenneth gives his head a quick shake, blinking many times. A hand lifts to the side of it and he growls deep, lingering annoyance. "Just go," he utters tightly.
Danae takes three steps backwards, which bring her closer to the house. "We need to talk." The four words tumble from her lips as she looks up at him and then shuts her eyes. "Please? Then.. then we don't have to talk again, if you don't wish it."
Pack> Kenneth passes through many vague, unformulated arguments back but eventually it boils down. The child... is innocent.
Kenneth snaps his gaze up to stare at her. "I said go!" he roars.
Pack> Coriander seems to be approving of that boiling down, and maybe just a little proud at his show of self control.
Danae opens her mouth to say something and then just turns around and heads back towards the house.
Kenneth doesn't wait for her to comply all the way, and sharply turns away. His forms shift and shrink right out in the open as he changes into a black wolf, and from there bursts into a hard sprint away.
Pack> Kenneth says "Stacey. I'm coming to you."
Pack> Stacey seems relieved. Okay!
Pack> Coriander will be there as fast as she can get there!
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