Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: She looks up as she hears someone approaching the area. Thinking it was Maya, but she watches Meagan walk in, a slight nod to her in greeting.

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~smiles back to the woman who acknowledged her~

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: She pulls her legs back up so that her feet touch the ground. "Good afternnon." a light smile on her face at this point, she had been getting into a good debate earlier.

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: Hey there. ~glances around some more~

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: "Are you looking for someone?" she tilts her head some.

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: Not in particular. Just never been to a place this big before.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: "In which manner do you speak of? The City or the Park?"

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: Both. I'm a small town girl.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: "It can be overwhelming, in the begining." she nods her head some. "You will get used to it I am sure."

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~nods a few times~ I like it. There is so much to see and do.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: "There is also much more to be careful of as well." she tells Meagan. "Might I inquire who you are?" she asks somethwat curiously.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Wanders back from the wonderful world of booted without vaseline~

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: She looks over as Maya returnes, her smile growing some, perhaps she was liking the debate they were having before.

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~tilts her head a little with a shrug, fingers grabbing onto belt loops of her shorts~ I'm Meagan Flanagan. And who might you be?

Maya Grimhild [PT]: So sorry about that. ~She chuckles, brushing off her pants, shaking her head~ I really need to quit letting customers buy me drinks before going out in public. Tends to shrink the bladder.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: "I am Morgane Kristanovich. A pleasure Megan." she says with a nod. She does not extend a hand to shake, just remains seated where she is.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: "It is quite alright." she says to Maya. "I might have though it was my comment that had you needed to leave, I am pleased to see it wasn't."

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: Nice meeting you Morgane ~stops when a hand isn't offered, fingers go back to the belt loop~

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She chuckles~ It'll take alot more than that to run me off. ~She wiggles her bare toes in the grass and sits back down next to her socks and boots, eyes going to Meagan~ Hi.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: "Meagan Flanagan, this is Maya Grimhild." she nods to each in turn. "Maya this is Meagan." introductions ocer with she looks to Maya. "I shall keep that in mind."

Maya Grimhild [PT]: Nice to meet you. ~She nods to Meagan, her eyes going back to Morgane with a chuckle~

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: Hello Maya. Nice to meet you too.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: A slight raise of an eyebrow then a slight shake of her head. She looks to Meagan. "We had been talking earlier about societies ills on us as a whole earlier." a glance to Maya. "Correct?"

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She nods at Morgane's statement~ Indeed we were.

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: Sounds like a deep conversation.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Room for another?))

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((Jump on in ~G~))

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: [sure if it's okay with the others]

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: A smile to Maya, then a glance to Meagan. "If you are new to the city, this is one of the better places to meet other's as well as learn of some of the things going on around the city." a polite smile to the girl. she looks back to Maya. "I take it you have an interesting stance on some of the events that have happened around here as of late."

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: "Sometimes it is the deeper conversations that can lead to an insight of the other's around." a light shrug of her shoulder. "Or it could just be interesting to watch and listen to."

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: ((Come on in))

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Her lips purse, glancing over to Morgane once more~ Not overly, no. At least, not one that's likely to be overly welcome from what I've seen. ~She chuckles, shrugging a shoulder~

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~another shrug, staying quiet. probably she's a watcher and listner~

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: She raises an eyebrow. "That is an interesting way to say a lot, with out saying much at all. Why do you say what you said? As I said before, what society regulates, seems to influence us in many ways, and breaks down the bonds that holkd us to our strongest."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The man makes his way into the Sept with quick steps, staff resting against his shoulder. He's dressed in his usual get-up...the lace-up shirt, hunter green. The leather pants. The boots. And of course, the trench. He sighs deeply as he pushes through the Brambles and looks around.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She smiles over to Morgane~ Unlike some, I refuse to dishonor my family by taking an official stand before those that have earned their positions have done so. To do otherwise, would be to further rip holes in what's already so clearly divided, and I will take no part in that.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He scowls as he hears the conversation taken, and looks about ready to turn and leave. He really doesn't want to scream at kinfolk today.

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~hands move from the loops and into her pockets as she rocks back and forth on her heels. another glance around the area again.~

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: She glances over to the noises she hears, and over in Anerin's direction. A nod of her head to him, but she turns her gaze back to Maya, as it was they were in a discussion, and Aerin is quite aware of her standpoint already on many issues. A raise of her eyebrow. "At least you know your position in the grand scale of things." she nods her head once. "Some though do speak out, without their betters positions being clearly defined. Would it matter one way or another as to what their thoughts, once spoken, would be? Would that influence your mind and heart in one way or another?"

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: "Good Afternoon Aerin." she calls out to the man. It is not as if she has not been the bearer of his anger once before.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Her eyes darken, and she nods~ I'm well aware some of them have spoken out, and no, it doesn't change my mind in the least. BUT.... I also happen to know that some people are extremely passionate on the issue, and instead of running the risk of tempers flaring, why don't we move on to other topics? ~Her eyes flickering towards Aerin, then back to Morgane and Meagan with a smile~ The day's already cloudy. Let's not make it worse, hmm?

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~she's staying out of a conversation she still doesn't have a clue about and by the tones and reactions, isn't about to get involved with either~

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: She purses her lips and reaches for her socks, sliding one on then the other as she dusts off her feet from the grass and dirt. "As I have been told many times before, some people need to learn control of their -passions on things." she doesn't looks to Maya, but the smile is gone and the neutral expression is back on her face. She reaches for her shoes.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: It's not my passions over the issue I'm concerned with. I just prefer to keep all my limbs where they are where some others are concerned. Even my own confidence has it's limits. ~Her own smile doesn't waver, and her tone is still perfectly polite. But her eyes flicker Aerin's direction once more~

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: "But please, for other's benifits, a subject change, should anyone have anything else to speak of." she says sliding on her shoes.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He grits his teeth and looks back. The man isn't deaf. "Control their passions?" Oh, they asked for it. "Yeah, I would most definitely agree. Passions DO need to be controlled. And they should keep their dicks in their pants when a girl says no, too." He snorts derisively.

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~raises and eyebrow with that last comment, a quizzical look, still quiet~

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: She was reaching for those long opera gloves and goes compleatly still, head snaping up to Aerin. Her fingers slowely curls around the gloves at her side, deep breaths in and out as she keeps her mouth shut, and attempts to keep herself from trembling, but not in fear.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She sighs, and flops to lay back in the grass~ Now you did it. Kudos there, Morgane.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He shakes his head and turns, looking over the three with a shrug. "What? I'm just saying...if we're supposed to follow the Litany, and they think that those they fight have fallen to the Wyrm..." He smirks darkly. "As I was told once. It's Combat the Wyrm Wherever it Dwells and Whenever it Breeds...not Breed with the Wyrm Wherever it Dwells and Whenever You Combat It."

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: She glances over to Maya, a glare to be sure. "Shut up." a glance back to Aerin.Her hand tightens around her jacket and gloves, moving oh so slowely to stand up. "Your words could be taken in many different ways. What of those that hold the horrors of the wyrn within themselves? That have been used, in many other ways by them?"

Maya Grimhild [PT]: You, have no place telling me to shut up. I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen. ~She chuckles a bit, shaking her head~

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: Quietly. "And what of those that turn their backs on their one duty to Gaia? To propogate the earth with her children to fight the evils of th wrym?"

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~quiet, oh so very quiet, making her face blank now, but not hard to do either~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "And when they hold the slightest bit of regret for what they've done, they might just get the he--" He freezes at that last bit, his eyes going very, very dark indeed.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Rage: 7,4,8,3,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You ignorant little high and mighty..." His eyes narrow to slits, and he starts advancing toward Morgane, fingers flexing clawlike. "Have YOU propogated the Goddess with ANYTHING, Morgane? Have you created anything at all?"

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: "If I could, you know that I would." she is trembling slightly. "It is the one thing that I am able to do." she seems to mean that.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: ((That I would be able to do...))

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She sits up again, eyes going to Meagan, then over to Aerin and Morgane with a frown, slowly pushing to her feet~

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~hands come out of her pockets as she motions neutrally with them~ I am soooooo staying out of this ~shaking her head~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He leans down, right into her face...anger rolling off of him. His jaw is set, eyes staring hard into hers...but he doesn't attack, doesn't even touch her. "But you haven't. And just because someone sleeps with a member of the same sex doesn't mean they're not fucking willing to do their duty. Maybe they will...when they can. So what...the FUCK...makes them so different then you?"

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: "Because they ~can~ without any risks do what I cannot. But at least I am willing to take my risks in order to do my duty, that is the difference." Her one hand slightly moves as if to reach out and touch Aerin, but it halts. "There is a lot some of us have to go through in order for us to do our duty." her gaze does not waver.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She scoops up her socks and boots, moving over closer to Meagan, shaking her head~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Bullshit." He practically spits the word into her face. "You don't know what kinds of risks there are. How hard it is for them. It's not a fucking choice...it's the way they are. I thought you, of ALL people, might be able to understand that...but apparently not."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He sneers. "Maybe, if you're unable and it's so hard--like it is for them--the Reapers should rape you too. Maybe that'll solve your fucking problem as much as it did for them." He backs off, slowly. "But, unlike those who espouse the ideals you're doing, I wouldn't wish that on you. Because I know how difficult it likely is, Morgane. And even if it were choice...I would kill anyone who tried that with you."

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~hands move back into the pockets, trying to learn by keeping her mouth shut~

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: "My sanity is my risk, and the mental rape I have already endured." And with that she reaches out to touch his free hand. Her eyes still locked on his.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She frowns, watching, listening~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He stares at her, eyes hard and warning...but he doesn't pull away. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, where ugly thoughts dwell...she has this coming.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: d10: Per+Empathy: 7,3,4,3,4,5,

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: Her eyes start to widden and get that faraway, deream like quality to them as if she is not looking at Aerin, but through him.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: The images that flood through her mind are fleeting, and clouded over by an overriding haze of anger and disgust...the weight of a near Frenzy hitting her. She feels all the thoughts he's feeling...the ideas of being hated for something he can't control, having to hide it, and when it's revealed, the things that are done. Gay bashings. Isolation. Shunning. Pain, as someone stomps a boot into his back. Humiliation, as he lies helpless on the ground, laughed at and made to feel like dirt. Outrage when he hears about people who were murdered or raped for something they had no choice in, and couldn't control. The honest desire, sometimes, to be normal...and not. And all the self-loathing and anger that goes along with it. Living the lie. Hiding scared. All the pain, anger, and revulsion of the Reapers just comes flowing into her.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: If anyone thought she had been trembling before as her gloves and jacket fall from her hand to rest on the ground, her other hand amlost jerking away from Aerin's, it is as if she has been caught in a frost as her body is racked is almost violent shudders. Her eyes clear. "How can anyone save me at all, from what happens automatically. You can't and no one else can." she barely chokes out those words, her voice filled with emotion and it seems his own rage can be mirrors in her.

Caroline McGregor: (room for another?)

Howls-with-Passion [PB 4, lupus]: ((room for a poor, grounded lupus?))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Sure, if you wanna step into this Lion's den. *G*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Okay, maybe a bad choice of words, but you get the point. ;) ))

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: ((I do not have a problem with it if the other's do not))

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She watches silently, her eyes narrowing a bit~

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: [I don't.]

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He watches her, jaw still set and eyes still hard, a very dark sort of green, and nods. "And now, as you know, we feel the same."

Caroline McGregor: (thought this was one of those there Wherewolf sort of thangs? *lol*) *And she's wandering through the park, still wearing her park uniform, khaki shorts, blue short sleeved shorts and hiking boots. Been a long day as the grass stains and smears of dirt can attest. Even her knees are a bit dirty.*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((~Snickers~ Jump on in))

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: [[~Tall and leggy at 5'7", she exudes more of a tomboy air to her than the Irish beauty she can be when she tries. Most of the time, she wears her tight curly red hair in a well-loved ball cap pulled into a ponytail in the back, t-shirts and tank-tops and jeans or shorts her favorite attire plus a pair of sandals or sneakers, depending on her mood For now, she wears a white tank top, jean cut offs and sandals, with the ballcap. [pic in gallery]~ ]]

Howls-with-Passion [PB 4, lupus]: The white wolf comes walking out of one of the cabins, growling and snarling quietly to himself. mostly it's just ordianry growling and snarling but every once in a while you might pick up ~ws~ "I am not", "you're lying", "Shut up" and other similar things amongst the growling.

Howls-with-Passion [PB 4, lupus]: ((PM for a description))

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: Maybe she shook her head, maybe she is just trembling too much for it to be clear. "That is what you think. I know the difference. I didn't get a choice, they made theirs."

Caroline McGregor: *It's never ordinary when one sees a wolf growling and snarling...especially to itself..anyone seen Old Yeller? Carrie looks askance at the white wolf, veering away from him, just in case.*

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Her eyes bounce back and forth between Aerin and Morgane, the scowl still on her face. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, and looked about to step in at Morgane's convulsing, but stopped, and remains hanging back to just watch things unfold next to Meagan~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Rage: 7,8,7,9,

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~she's been in enough bar fights to know better than step in and having felt the rage rolling off the male, she certainly knows her place right now~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((WP SPENT! WP SPENT!))

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((HOooooooooooooooo shit. ~Snickers and crawls into a hole..... pulls bomb cover over it~))

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: ((*Winces*oh shit))

Caroline McGregor: *And pauses..seeing another snarling angry male..what the heck is going on here. She looks towards Maya and Meagan, gauging their reactions.*

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~is rather calm considering the unfolding scene~

Howls-with-Passion [PB 4, lupus]: Howls sits down a few feets from the others, watching what's going on. He yawns and then starts to scratch himself. Finishing with that he settles back to watch the others.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~Ditto. Eyes doing the whole ping-pong match thing, and is looking like she should have a bowl of popcorn in her hands~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You think we have a CHOICE?!?" He stares at her, anger rising again. "You think I HAVE A FUCKING CHOICE?!?! YOU FUCKING..." The man makes choking sounds, strangled noises from deep in his throat as his Crinos form threatens to burst forth. He bends over, fingers flexing in front of him...body tensing and wracked with pain as he tries his damnedest. The fact that Morgane is alive is purley a testament to his force of will.

Jez [PB 2]: ((It looks like there's a lot of people here. Is it alright to come in or is that going to be overload? No worries if it's too much. *S*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((And since that was not cxlear, he is still in Homid...Frenzy riestsed, he doesn't change. Sorry, got carrie daway with myself.))

Caroline McGregor: *Her eyes widen, and she turns.* We need a Guardian. *Dead run towards where she thinks the Guardian pack usually is.*

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: ((I am okay....most people are just watching Morgane and Aerin yell at each other. *L* Tries to beat down Morgane and have her just shut the fuck up*))

Andrea Angotti: ((Room for a smexy kin?))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((I'm good with it...just note the potential risk involved right now. *S*))

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((~Giggles~ I'm cool with it... if everyone else is))

Caroline McGregor: (I'm good. *S*)

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *Malcolm already moving towards the situation encounters Caroline as she moves towards the Guardian's cabins* Caroline, please, gather the other kinfolk and move them away. *he strides into the clearing moving to put himself between Aerin and any others. Several other Garou appear too, likely the other members of Malcolm's pack* Aerin-rhya. *he speaks calmly* Your Rage burns hot. This is not the place to unleash such anger.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it again, shaking her head and sitting down in the grass to pull her socks and boots back on~

Jez [PB 2]: It was the roar of anger he heard, before he cleared the Bramble. He moves in to peep at the clearing cautiously. His lips purse with uneasiness, and he steps clear of the Bramble, but gets no closer. He is in a very nice, expensively tailored black-on-black silk suit, but he walked all this way with bright pink Converse hitops on his feet.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: She doesn't fight the rage she felt from him from before, her trembling slowely coming down. "there SI a difference. I KNOW what you feel." a rage that is less of what Aerin's is right now, but none the less his through her. "I KNOW I am an abomination! I know I do not deserve everything that I have had, but I do not deserve what has been happening." it is as if everyone else has fadded around her. "Hand me over to them, do what you like. It is not as if you have not already helped in the efforst to RAPE MY MIND!" anger surging through her.

Andrea Angotti: Andy, dressed a BIT more conservatively then usual, slips into the Sept. The soft swell of her hips and her long, muscular legs are encased in soft black denim, combat boots giving her feet a bit more stability on the grass. Her chestnut hair is pulled up into a high ponytail and then looped to leave her back with its magnificent inkwork bare to the eye. She's wearing a short sleeved choli style top that ties at neck and just above the waistband of her jeans.

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~stays a good safe distance away still, not about to say or jump into this mess~

Howls-with-Passion [PB 4, lupus]: Howls sits quite calmly where he is, tilting his head, watching the whole thing but he doesn't move any close and he's ready to back away further if needed.

Caroline McGregor: *She nods quickly, than hurries back to where Maya and Meagan are watching.* Come on ladies...we've been ordered to clear the area.

Lucien Bourikas: (yea or nay to one more with Jez?)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He stays where he is, hunched over...fighting the Frenzy is obviously painful to him, as it is to all. "I'm...trying not to...Malcolm...as you can...see." It's said only with effort, through gritted teeth. "Just...do me a favor...and SHUT HER THE FUCK UP!" The last coming out as a snarl.

Jez [PB 2]: He stays a respectable distance away, able to bolt if he needs to.

Andrea Angotti: d10: Per alert: 7,5,2,4,

Andrea Angotti: She hears something,but its rather unintelligable as she makes her way towards the gathering.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((I'm fine with Lucien. Asking for the scene to be closed after that.))

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~ignores the other woman since she's a safe distance so far~

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She looks at Caroline, scowling, but nodding as she finishes dressing her feet once more, and pushes back to her feet, eyes moving over to Aerin and Morgane~

Lucien Bourikas: (kk) He walks in beside Jez, eyes scanning the area, and he suddenly puts a hand on Jez's arm, noting what is happening.

Jez [PB 2]: In fact, he'll just back up a ~little~ closer to the Lord. That's better.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he nods to Aerin.* If your Rage is in check, please stand down, here is not the place for anger. Here near the heart is a communal place of peace. *he turns to Morgane now* You my dear, are most foolish. You see that he is on the edge, and you continue to push. This speaks poorly of those who would call you kinfolk. *he glances around at the gathered*

Caroline McGregor: Thanks Maya. *She says, trying to relay Malcom's order to clear out to the others, but that's the best she can do. She heads a distance away out of respect for Aerin, knowing he probably doens't want people to see his perilous grip on his self-control.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Really don't think a Per+Alerness is needed to figure out what's going on. He's fairly screaming at this point. *S*))

Andrea Angotti: She finally sees what's up and sighs. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph," she mutters, shaking her head, moving closer as she folds well muscled arms beneath her breasts.

Andrea Angotti: ((*Whaps* Fine!))

Lucien Bourikas: He hears Malcolm and stiffens. Face saying, "Oh great, more blame on us, on me, and I'm not even able to do squat about it."

Jez [PB 2]: He frowns faintly at what Malcolm says, and straightens his spine, a disapproving look at Morgane. But he wisely says not a word.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She tilts her head at Meagan, motioning towards Caroline, then turns and follows the other kin. No need to add more gawking to the scene playing out already~

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he takes note of Lucien* Come forward Siren's Call.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, Malcolm." He says it through gritted teeth. "Because it's that fucking easy, to just chill." He looks at the man like he's questioning if he's ever frenzied in his life.

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~was not as close to things as everyone thinks she is but goes ahead and takes a few more steps back~

Lucien Bourikas: He makes a motion faintly to Jez, then follows Malcolm's order, stepping up closer to the man, face carefully neutral, controlled, voice tight, "Yes, Malcolm, Rhya?"

Andrea Angotti: "Aerin," Andy says, voice a low purr as tips her head at him. "C'mere stud puppy and chill a while."

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: You are an Adren Aerin-rhya. *he says leaving out the implied part that it is he who sets the tone for others being the highest ranking at the moment*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he looks back to Lucien* Morgane, your pack claims responsibility for her yes?

Jez [PB 2]: He stays absolutely put at Lucien's silent command.

Howls-with-Passion [PB 4, lupus]: Howls watches curiously what's going on, his own growling and snarling has stopped and he stays completely silent. his odd eyes only observing, not the least judging.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: The mass trembling start again, head to toe. Her jacket and gloves lay forgotten at her feet. She glances to Malcolm. the rage she has been feeling within herself attempting to be restrained. She glances to Lucien and sneers at him. "Go ahead.....reach out once more, let us all feel Father's wrath." she glances to Aerin. "He started it and wanted to know."

Andrea Angotti: And oh yeah, she sees the Lupus, glancing at him briefly, her tongue flicking over her lips before she jerks her attention back to Aerin.

Caroline McGregor: *A safe distance away, out of sight and sound. The others can follow if they wish, though close enough if things get worse she'll hear a warning shout.*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: You forget yourself Morgane. You will be silent until the Shadow Lords come for you.

Lucien Bourikas: He doesn't exactly hesitate as much as seem to mull over the question for a moment, then he nods curtly, "My Alpha speaks for her, Rhya. She lives within the territory of our packhouse."

Jez [PB 2]: He crosses his arms, a faint frown on his face.

Lucien Bourikas: "Morgane, for the love of Thunder, please shut up." A tone he rarely ever uses, much less with her, but it is snapped out of him as he tries to speak with the guardian, and she continues to antagonize.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She shakes her head, walking with Caroline, deep scowl on her face~ Ok.... I more than admit to having a mouth on me..... but I think she just took the trophy there.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Oh, of course. My Adren ability to instantly tiptoe through the fucking tulips after a Frenzy." He straightens slowly, the fury still radiating from him...but in control. "How the fuck could I forget about that?" He snorts and pushes by Malcolm.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: See her home them Siren's call. If you are in need of assistance in this task, I will make resources available to you.

Jez [PB 2]: A tilt of his head to Aerin, but he speaks not a word while Lucien is dealing with the matter.

Andrea Angotti: Andy's fingers touch Aerin's chest as he nears and she arches a brow at him.

Caroline McGregor: Whatever she said..must have been something else...and no..I don't want to know. *shakes her head.*

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he makes no move to restrain Aerin unless of course the man is making a move towards Morgane. In which case he and the 4 other Guardians of his pack will step forward*

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: She continues to tremble her breathing coming harsh as if even that is a streuggle, but she doesn't move from where she stands as if rooted to the spot.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over at Morgane, eyes narrowing. "You. Stay the fuck away from me. Understood? Your willful blindness will not be forgiven a second time." He bends over slowly to pick up his staff.

Lucien Bourikas: He doesn't seem to pleased at this situation, but he covers it quickly, keeping the mask in place as he turns from Malcolm, and looks to Morgane. "I will drive you home then." He does offer her his hand.

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~continues watching and listening as a silent observer. what a way to learn about the big city~

Andrea Angotti: She flicks a curious glance at Morgane and then back to Aerin.

Lucien Bourikas: He looks over at Aerin then, face carefully controlled. He seems about to comment, but then doesn't, and simply holds out his hand to Morgane, "Come with me now." His tone is one that is definitely not meaning question.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She shakes her head no~ No..... no you don't. ~She sighs, heading for a bench~ I tried to warn her. I really did. But she said the wrong thing at the wrong time and set him off.... again.....

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: Morgane, you are hereby ordered to leave the grounds of the Sept, because you are kinfolk your actions will not be taken before the truthcatcher. Go with Siren's call, those who claim you will inform you of how you're to be dealt with.

Andrea Angotti: "C'mon, Stud," Andy cajoils, running fingers through Aerin's hair, her body pressing close to his. "C'mon...Chill a while..."

Lucien Bourikas: A quick look of concentration as he watches Morgane, a slight clouding of his eyes for a moment.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: She looks over to Lucien then to Malcolm. "Call my Father." she tells Malcolm. "I would wish his punishment on this issue here and now." she doesn't move voice still heavily laiden with high emotions, still trembling.

Caroline McGregor: Right now anything can be taken wrong when spoken at the wrong time. People are so tense and angry. They're taking it out on the wrong people, though. *She sighs and shakes her head.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He tears his gaze away from Morgane when he feels the touch, a growl instinctually coming up...defensive. Flight or flight instinct still influencing his mind. He blinks a couple times when he realizes who it is, staring at her.

Howls-with-Passion [PB 4, lupus]: He looks over at Morgane and tilts his head

Andrea Angotti: "C'mon, Aerin," she says softly, leaning into him, her breath warm on his neck as she nuzzles his chin with her lips. "C'mon..."

Jez [PB 2]: He looks over at Andy, neutral expression, then to Morgane again. His brow furrows deeper.

Lucien Bourikas: He shakes his head, concentrating harder, and moves up beside her, whispering, "Don't make me force you, Morgane, please..."

Maya Grimhild [PT]: All any of this is doing is ripping this place and it's people apart. Which in the end does what? Absolutely nothing good. ~She shrugs, flopping back down in the grass~

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: You will be removed forcefully if you do not comply Morgane. The Shadow Lords will deal with you. Go with Lucien, he will inform those who claim you of your actions this day.

Lucien Bourikas: Suddenly he stiffens as well, eyes blinking rapidly. He takes a very slow, steading breath.

Caroline McGregor: *She sits on the grass beside Maya, nodding in agreement.* Part of their tactics I think.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Andrea..." He tenses and steps away, pushing as gently as he can...which is probably not as gently as he'd like. "No. I can't. Thank you, but...no." He grits his teeth and starts looking for an exit, as the path through the Brambles seems a bit busy, and he can't be near Morgane.

Jez [PB 2]: d10: per body lang Lucien: 1,8,1,2,4,5,4,

Jez [PB 2]: He focuses best he can, but he's simply too far away to get a good read on the Lord.

Andrea Angotti: She smiles slightly. "Aerin. Go home," she calls. "Seriously. Go home."

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She nods~ Very likely. And if this all continues.... they'll succeed and everyone here will wind up ripping eachother apart. BUT..... what do I know? ~Her lips purse into an unamused smirk and a shake of her head, propping her arms up for a pillow~

Caroline McGregor: Too much..and for that..I must kill you. *she says in a bad oriental accent. Though the joke is a bit forced due to the tenseness of the situation.*

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: The tears start to slids out of her eyes, clouding her vision, she is still trembling. "Fine." it is a bare whispers. "Do not face the truth of my death but come morning it will run as red as the blood that has already been shed." She jerks away from Lucien, and starts to move, as if every single motion of her boys is not being controlled by her but by a puppet master.

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~hasn't stopped watching, listening and observing, shifting back and forth on her heels a few times, even sliding the sandals off and on too~

Lucien Bourikas: A growl comes from his human throat as he blows WP to help him overcome the anger he feels surging towards the surface. He turns and stays almost on top of her as they walk out, making sure he is between her and anyone else, especially Aerin. His eyes are clear now - whatever he had been doing he has broken off for the moment.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She quirks her gaze over at Caroline, smirking~ Ohhhhh noooooooo....... Not that..... anything but that..... Ok... but we drink first. ~Nods sagely~

Jez [PB 2]: d10: per body lang Morgan: 2,4,4,6,4,6,4,

Jez [PB 2]: He watches Morgane closely.

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: She shakily moves towards the exit, not looking at anyone and not getting close to anyone. Her jacket and gloves left behind, either she didn't rememebr them or she felt they were not needed anymore.

Andrea Angotti: Andy frowns and glances towards Morgane and then after Aerin, worry in her eyes.

Caroline McGregor: Drink first..die later...that's a very...Fianna thing to be doing...*she grins a little, in spite of it all. T hough she does cast a worried glance back at where the drama had been unfolding.*

Lucien Bourikas: A very curt sideways comment to Jez as they pass him, "Stay here, I will return shortly."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods and shrugs to Andrea, apologetically as his current mood will allow. With no other option, he moves to slip through the Gauntlet and come out...elsewhere. Maybe a hidden part of Bethesda.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Gnosis: 8,10,9,4,7,5,

Meagan Flanagan [pb 2/pt]: ~glances toward Caroline hearing that comment, but only momentarily~

Andrea Angotti: She shrugs at Aerin and then sighs, heading for the Brambles.

Jez [PB 2]: He nods. "Yes, sir."

Jez [PB 2]: Alone with the Guardian pack and his pink shoes, Jez takes a seat.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She smirks~ I'm not Fianna..... ~Though her own look shifts to one more of worry, eyes going right along with Caroline's, then a sigh~ You think it's quieting down over there yet?

Howls-with-Passion [PB 4, lupus]: Howls stands up, stretches his body and then sits back down, waiting and watching what'll happenen next.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: *he shakes his head and mutters something under his breath. He looks around at the others and nods to Caroline* Thank you for keeping your wits about you.

Andrea Angotti: And she disappears.

Lucien Bourikas: He makes certain that they are out of the park proper, and to she gets into his Cherokee, then off towards the packhouse they go.

Malcolm London ~Alpha: Ever Watchful Eye~: (he would've walked to find them first haha, my bad)

Caroline McGregor: I'm sorry..that must be a terrible trial for you. *mock sympathetically. She pauses to listen, but is greeted by silence, hopefully reassuring.* Well...I haven't heard any sounds of battle..and by this point there'd be fighting or..the situation died down. Let's go see, shall we? *she suggests.*

Jez [PB 2]: He looks unsettled somewhat as he watches the direction Morgane and Lucien went.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ((~Snickers~ Ya think? Since they wandered off to a "safe" distance an all that.....))

Morgane Kristanovich [PB3]: And she finally dissapears through the bramble.

Maya Grimhild [PT]: ~She sticks her tongue out at Caroline, and starts to retort, but then Malcom approaches and makes his comment as she's in the process of rising back to her feet~

Caroline McGregor: (we'll just rearrange so that it fits logically. *S*)

Caroline McGregor: I'll call Aerin later, make sure he got home alright. *she says when Malcolm walks up to them.*