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| William The Wise | ||||||||
| As Told By Guy "Blood on Snow" Thatcher, Cliath Galliard of the Silver Fangs | ||||||||
| March 1, 2006 | ||||||||
*Guy stood up and for a long moment was quiet before he began.* I am new here to this part of the country, I came from the east, New York in fact...that in mind most of my tales come from there, though I am interested in learning your tales from here. The story I am about to tell is of a young Fianna kin. Not so long ago there was a small pub on the outskirts of New York City. In this pub worked a young man his name was willaim, he worked it in league with the rest of his fammily. see this pub was no oridinary pub in fact it laid on the boundries of a small caern, no where near the size of the sept of the green. William had spent many nights in this pub working his hands to the bone regretting his lot in life. He felt he deserved more, and to some extent he felt jealousy for his cousin, his cousin having under went the change. And this bore a deep resentment for all things of the garou, as is surprsingly common amongst kin who feel they have been mistreated in there lot in life. William became a drunkard and would occasionaly going looking for trouble, on more then one occasion he found it, this night it just happend to be a garou named Monica. monica was as beautiful as she was cunning. See williams bitterness had attracted monica and her pack to the small caern. Monica's alpha had chosen her and put he r in position to seduce William, and marvelously she did she began to eek inot the emptiness in his soul and soon became the most important thing to him. * a sad look* in no time she had infiltrated the caern she knew and reported it's strengths and defenses to her alpha, the ways into the it through the pub. See monica had tricked and maniulated Willaim she used him to locate the caern he helped guard through that pub. William over heard Monica's pack and there plans to take the caern one night. See monica was a black spiral dancer who had manged to infiltrate the sept through William. he was left torn he loved this woman didn't he ? She had come to fill the void he had in his life...more so then his own fammily had right ? how could she be a Black spiral dancer? he found himself running and torn who did he side with monica? or his fammily ? *Guy paused lettng those listening digest this much of the story. and to steal a swig of a bottle of whiskey which he would then pass around.* hours passed and William had decided maybe he could save them both. His first attempt was a phone call to his cousin he would let them know theyw ere going to be attacked...and then he would plead his love fr monica to keep her away , in his mind it seemed a sound plan. except he had failed to contact his cousin. instead he showed to argue his reasons to monica but she had already left to lead he rpack to the caern, soon willaim began to realize he was running out of options. and he made haste to the pub, praying that he would arrive before the spirals. And by gaia's grace he arrived in enough time winded and exhausted. He wasn't exactly sure what it was he had planned to do, but he knew something had to be done despite the love he felt for monica and he found himself turning the pilot lights off on the stoes in the kitchen before that door opened and who happend to walk through it. Monica stood watching William who turned to look at her his expression clearly torn. "please I love you " was all he said. She merely smirked coldly at him and advanced her pack comming through with her andin that moment he realized seeing her shifting to her crinos form what he needed to do and he simpley lit a match. The explosion that resulted didn't kill the spirals but it did bring the caern to alert that something was wrong. Because of this kin's actions he almost brought ruin to the garou in his life, only upon looking at the face of his loved one twisted and distorted by the wyrm did he find the strength to sacrafice himself. Had william been treated differently he might not have been able to make this decision. Willaim died from his injuries roughly an hour later. He was buried with the honorific name William the Wise |
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