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RE: all this over a family squabble - Nicolò - Jul 08, 2016 [dohtml]
RE: all this over a family squabble - Craw - Jul 08, 2016 I'm sorry. He's insatiable :x
That the mention of the Archer's precious sister elicited such a reaction sent a shiver of vicious pleasure down his spine. Nicolo thought he was all cool and calm but Craw had found one of his buttons, so who was to say he could not uncover and press more? As the the pitiable leader promptly did a 180 on his stance of Hecate, no doubt to try and spite Craw somehow, the sneer on the spider's face only grew, and grew, and as Nicolo spat strong-sounding words which he surely couldn't believe, it only grew more. Then the Archer turned to leave, and for a moment, Craw considered letting him go. It was a very short moment. "No," he rasped, stepping after the retreating husk of a leader, "I'm not finished." He thought he would get out of this that easily, after Craw had gone to the effort to find him, just because the conversation had taken a turn the soft little pussy cat didn't like? And to think that Nicolo had accused Morganna of being a child - at least she didn't run from hardship and adversity. It was clearer than ever to Craw that Willow Ridge was doomed, though probably to die a slow and suffocating death. Sad. Elettra had deserved to leave a greater legacy. Whether or not Nicolo stopped to confront him, Craw would continue, walking after (and talking to) the man's rear if necessary. His tone was light, as if they were back to a conversational exchange, a small sign of how little he thought of the Archer. "I wanted to find out if you'd heard about the meeting Morganna held to discuss your incompetence and replacement. Did you know that every single male member of this pack attended, all the way from Skoll down to Niles and Sven, and none of them spoke out in support of you when she challenged her brother to usurp you? He missed his deadline, of course, and failed, but such is to be expected. Have any of them mentioned this incredible contempt for your authority, or do they all respect you even less than I do?" RE: all this over a family squabble - Nicolò - Jul 17, 2016 [dohtml]
RE: all this over a family squabble - Craw - Aug 11, 2016 The 'confession' did not have the expected result. @Nicolò turned back with that arrogant smile and Craw had paused, wondering if it had not been a surprise after all - and while the man's short, sharp reply indicated neither way, it seemed, to Craw, an odd choice of rebuttal. Was he implying that Craw's own allies were to be mistrusted? The Archer didn't even know who was going to be leaving aside from Craw and Morganna, for he had only been told this development this moment. Assumptions. Craw had come to the man out of respect and some misguided belief that Morganna's uncle held some worth, had been misunderstood, but the more he picked apart Nicolo's retort, the more he found it empty. He had to be blowing air out his ass. Shame. And he still wasn't finished. Stood here, now, Craw finally saw the family resemblance, saw how the cool and collected Nicolo fit in with the other Archers he was familiar with. "You are so like Skoll. You do realise that bluffing doesn't change reality? It's true that what I think of you and this pack doesn't matter," at least, assuming that things didn't go more sour and he could convince Morganna that the willows was better off uninhabited, "but it's mired in truth. You are incapable of owning up to your failures, or perhaps you just can't see them. I came to you out of respect, and so," he said, licking his lips, realising that spending anymore time on this no-hoper was a complete waste, "to honour that, I will leave you will some parting advice to find Hecate. Bastard baby Archers are better than no baby Archers." Of course, Nicolo would do no such thing, Craw would bet his tail on it. He hardly expected the man to take the advice seriously through some petty and short-sighted sense of pride, though it was genuinely offered. If he had been the sort of man to feel guilt, he may have experienced it over the notion of taking from the Ridge some of its best and brightest. Wraith would come. Capable might come. Who did that leave behind, the too-old and the too-young and the utterly unreliable? "I'll be sending a scout come summer to see whether you manage to strangle this pack. Now you can go." RE: all this over a family squabble - Nicolò - Aug 19, 2016 If Craw is ready you can archive this. ;)
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RE: all this over a family squabble - Craw - Sep 30, 2016 He finally is! Have archived, sorry for the wait and thank you for a good thread <3
The Archer had no more to say, no more fire to draw upon other than to turn his back with an angry little flourish and walk away. Dismissed like the submissive bitch he was. Craw did not bother to hide the derisive sneer on his face as he watched the man walk away, contemplating just how differently he saw Nicolo now, how sharp a turn this meeting took. To think he had come out of a desire to be cordial! At least he had learnt all he needed to. It was a shame the willows would be so doomed with them gone. What kind of leader let his subordinates behave in such a condescending and disrespectful manner? Craw may not have liked having to be submissive, but he had at least been able to do the right thing and bow his head while biding his time in this pack, up until the moment when it was no longer deserved or warranted. Craw would be nobody's lesser soon enough, so it did not matter if Nicolo found his manner displeasing. They'd be rid of one another soon enough. Still, if any of Craw's subordinates ever spoke to them as he had just spoken to Nicolo, he would have torn out their throat. With a snort, Craw turned away, tail subconsciously flicking a little higher. |