Let's Start A Riot! [Raid meeting]
07-10-2017, 12:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-10-2017, 01:31 PM by Tealah.)
Gryphon did not shift his gaze from Dragon even when Kharnage began his tirade, though his ears laid back and his expression made no attempt to hide his distaste and revulsion at the words. When had his brothers become so... bloodthirsty? So uncaring? They has both always been selfish creatures, but to become... this? They cared so little about anything except their own desires that they would lead innocent wolves into battle for nothing. And then Dragon jumped in, and a hint of a snarl wrinkled the edges of Gryphon's muzzle. Demoted to omega? And what the hell was this about having an apprentice? Dragon had never bothered to inform him of that, though he had been back from the north for a season now. Well, he was sure Dragon would jump right on the opportunity to assign the girl to a mentor who would never ever disagree with Dragon's opinions. Indoctrinate them young, throw any opposition in chains. Surely this would turn out SO WELL for the pack.
"You are so blind, Dragon," he said in a quiet rumble. "I thought it was just that you and Lykos couldn't get along, but now I see this is just the way you are. These wolves TRUST you, and you are willing to lead them into danger for NO reason. By the time you go in the spring, the rains will have already come down here, and there will be water and herbs again. So tell me, Dragon, why are you REALLY so obsessed with raiding this pack? What are you REALLY gaining except enemies who now have a reason to retaliate against the pack? You are a fool, and when you come running home with your tail between your legs and your pack mangled for your PRIDE, you have no one to blame but yourself."
He cast one anguished, pitying glance at the innocents who were putting themselves forward to be injured and maimed because they TRUSTED his family, and turned his back very deliberately to pad away. But at the edge of the group he stopped and speared a hot glare at Kharnage, who had actually advocated RIPPING HIS TONGUE OUT, which was way over the line to psychotic. "You are welcome to try any time. See how far you get. You and anyone else who thinks they can," he added with an unusually cold tone to his snarl, and he continued on his way.
He had lied though; even though he knew it wasn't rational, wasn't logical, deep in his soul he KNEW that the responsibility for what would happen when Talis raided lay with him, not solely with Dragon. They were his family, he should have seen these changes coming and stopped them before it got to this point, but he had been too wrapped up in his blissful fantasy of his that he had missed all the signs. Was it the way they were raised, or bad blood from their ne'er-do-well father that seemed to cause this darkness that lay over them all? Though since Avalon approved so much of Dragon and his leadership, maybe Gryphon couldn't lay all the blame on their absent father, as much as he desperately wanted to do so. But he couldn't deny that this was a direction that Avalon had led them to, and as her son he would have to take the responsibility for what she and her children wrought. Just because Dragon and Kharnage had clearly lost their minds and no longer put the pack's well-being first didn't mean he was going to do the same. He had a job to do, regardless of what rank Dragon tried to shove him into, and he was going back to doing it.
-exit-
"You are so blind, Dragon," he said in a quiet rumble. "I thought it was just that you and Lykos couldn't get along, but now I see this is just the way you are. These wolves TRUST you, and you are willing to lead them into danger for NO reason. By the time you go in the spring, the rains will have already come down here, and there will be water and herbs again. So tell me, Dragon, why are you REALLY so obsessed with raiding this pack? What are you REALLY gaining except enemies who now have a reason to retaliate against the pack? You are a fool, and when you come running home with your tail between your legs and your pack mangled for your PRIDE, you have no one to blame but yourself."
He cast one anguished, pitying glance at the innocents who were putting themselves forward to be injured and maimed because they TRUSTED his family, and turned his back very deliberately to pad away. But at the edge of the group he stopped and speared a hot glare at Kharnage, who had actually advocated RIPPING HIS TONGUE OUT, which was way over the line to psychotic. "You are welcome to try any time. See how far you get. You and anyone else who thinks they can," he added with an unusually cold tone to his snarl, and he continued on his way.
He had lied though; even though he knew it wasn't rational, wasn't logical, deep in his soul he KNEW that the responsibility for what would happen when Talis raided lay with him, not solely with Dragon. They were his family, he should have seen these changes coming and stopped them before it got to this point, but he had been too wrapped up in his blissful fantasy of his that he had missed all the signs. Was it the way they were raised, or bad blood from their ne'er-do-well father that seemed to cause this darkness that lay over them all? Though since Avalon approved so much of Dragon and his leadership, maybe Gryphon couldn't lay all the blame on their absent father, as much as he desperately wanted to do so. But he couldn't deny that this was a direction that Avalon had led them to, and as her son he would have to take the responsibility for what she and her children wrought. Just because Dragon and Kharnage had clearly lost their minds and no longer put the pack's well-being first didn't mean he was going to do the same. He had a job to do, regardless of what rank Dragon tried to shove him into, and he was going back to doing it.
-exit-
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