Post by simonsays on Jan 22, 2013 22:18:27 GMT -6
The desire to save the world one last time, is something truly noble, this spirit embodied the very essence of what it meant to be Garou in these times, these times when many thought it could be the end of days but despite these fears he rose from the battlefield ready to make war once again on the wyrm!
Despite all of these personal sacrifices, despite this great man before him, Eli couldn't help himself... This crazy cowboy drove him absolutely nuts. Eli and Nash didn't hate each other, oh no Nash was generally a decent wolf, he was an insufferable egomaniac sure but in the end he was decent, but everything about him, about that time well it was just frustrating.
Eli had gotten over his accent after the first week, but as he walked the rounds with the spirit Nash spit a lot, It wasn't so bad on the rounds, but the spirit did it everywhere from the umbra to Elis cabin he would watch it land and disappear and when Eli brought it up the Spirit would laugh at him. Its amazing, no matter how epic some things can be the little things can still irk the hell out of someone and the Fenrir found the Iron-Rider incredibly annoying even as he honored him and considered him of great value to the sept his actual presence was entirely different.
This evening Eli was trying to enter a deep state of meditation and the fallen warrior was bored and felt the need to tell one story after another, and not all of these were epic war stories (Which told by the ahroun robbed much of that value as well) No instead many of these tales were of kinfolk, an endless parade apparently, from sweet little “injin” girls, whores and even a governors daughter.
“Damn you Nash will you be silent?” Growled the fenrir in exasperation.
Immediately the spirit smirked like he had achieved some secret goal. “Now that you're awake, take me drinkin!”
The spirits other great pleasure after battle and women was booze, chiminage it seems is not always so formal as some deep sacrifice, just have to get the spirit shit faced. It was amazing that this garou was the equivalent of a saint and yet how many really got to say they died for Gaia?
“Have a suggestion Nash?”
He grinned big then. “You idjit I don’t know this place, figure it out.”
Despite all of these personal sacrifices, despite this great man before him, Eli couldn't help himself... This crazy cowboy drove him absolutely nuts. Eli and Nash didn't hate each other, oh no Nash was generally a decent wolf, he was an insufferable egomaniac sure but in the end he was decent, but everything about him, about that time well it was just frustrating.
Eli had gotten over his accent after the first week, but as he walked the rounds with the spirit Nash spit a lot, It wasn't so bad on the rounds, but the spirit did it everywhere from the umbra to Elis cabin he would watch it land and disappear and when Eli brought it up the Spirit would laugh at him. Its amazing, no matter how epic some things can be the little things can still irk the hell out of someone and the Fenrir found the Iron-Rider incredibly annoying even as he honored him and considered him of great value to the sept his actual presence was entirely different.
This evening Eli was trying to enter a deep state of meditation and the fallen warrior was bored and felt the need to tell one story after another, and not all of these were epic war stories (Which told by the ahroun robbed much of that value as well) No instead many of these tales were of kinfolk, an endless parade apparently, from sweet little “injin” girls, whores and even a governors daughter.
“Damn you Nash will you be silent?” Growled the fenrir in exasperation.
Immediately the spirit smirked like he had achieved some secret goal. “Now that you're awake, take me drinkin!”
The spirits other great pleasure after battle and women was booze, chiminage it seems is not always so formal as some deep sacrifice, just have to get the spirit shit faced. It was amazing that this garou was the equivalent of a saint and yet how many really got to say they died for Gaia?
“Have a suggestion Nash?”
He grinned big then. “You idjit I don’t know this place, figure it out.”
