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Post by Dylan on Oct 10, 2008 23:40:45 GMT -5
- Dylan's body contorted in various ways as she loomed within the twig vines that stretched between the trees. Her weight pushing against the length of the tree soon after as those delicate fingers dances over the vines. Her long dark hair had cought on some here and there, but slid out slinkily as if it hadn't been snagged at all.
Her soft humming loomed over the forest where she played. Her tiny frame simply enjoying it's current freedom. Tongue pushing against the roof of her mouth as she changed the tones and chimes. A small dead leaf had fallen from above, it rocked side by side as it neared her face. Her lips pursed and as her eyelids closed slightly, she blew on the leaf, her focus engulfed in images.
Blowing lightly, enjoying the soft breeze as it picked up, the tiny leaf had turned into black ashe, Dylan relaxed back against the tree. The beginning of night was full of wonder.
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Post by Emiste Arquette on Oct 10, 2008 23:50:52 GMT -5
Emiste - Emi, to those who knew her well, and those were few, had transformed only a moment ago - she had been hunting a mortal in her Ul'e form, calling to him, enchanting him with her howls. Then at the last second, her focus had broken, severing the spell. And the fool had come to his senses and ran out of the forest. She let him go, disgusted with herself for losing control. She shifted, taking one of her favorite human forms, her long raven black hair sweeping down her back, her blue eyes piercing the night.
There was more fun to be had somewhere. She had only to find it. Her face lifted to the sky as she allowed the moonlight to warm her. She could feel the energy she was harvesting from the night course through her body.
A rustle in the distance - and her head jerked sharply in that direction. Another mortal? Fools they all were. But, then, all the more fun for her. She begane to stroll lightly, confidently in the direction of the sound. Reaching out with her mind to plant the ideas in the gullible mortal's brain "Come to me. Play with me. You will love me. Come find me in the night." she whispered mentally....
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Post by Dylan on Oct 11, 2008 0:01:26 GMT -5
Dylan's black dress had slits throught her form, still hiding her bare flesh where needed. Then as her mind had begun to set it's self free, it saw someone moving about the woods though she saw no face. Just a small frame in the distance. Through blurred trees and sky above. Dylan sighed and let her eyelids flutter open. Her head rolled over her shoulders from right to left. Her back scraping against the tree as she finally heard the voice come closer. Her eyes had befallen the figure. So it had been female, indeed her practices had been paying off. She let out a lazy smiled, as if utterly fulfilled with a euphoria unlike any other. Her long locks, straight strands of shimmering black had fallen over her side. She looked on to the stranger. This was not Dylan's normal playground, but the night had called her here. "Round and round
Here we go
Where we'll stop
Nobody knows." She sang softly to herself in a hushed whisper. Eyeing the girl with her dark green eyes. Shimmering in the moonlight, growing dark within the shadows. She watched her. "And just who might you be?" Dylan asked softly, casually. Gentle as if she were a soft butterfly ready to be squashed in the venus flytrap. Her pale porcelin like skin growing blue under the rising moon. |
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Post by Emiste Arquette on Oct 11, 2008 0:35:39 GMT -5
Emiste heard the soft singing. Not a mortal voice - not exactly. She saw the girl, and her eyes narrowed. Not exactly a mortal, but not quite right for a Shephet either. A hybrid? Possibly. Still dangerous territory for the girl.
Emiste continued confidently forward, not deterred by the soft spoken question. Emiste was a Shephet elite, her very prescence spoke of power and authority.
"Hm, that is a very good question 'mei- she almost sneered the last word, using the slang version of the word to mean "little one", coming to stand with her own face inches from the girl's.
Her muscles were ready to spring,or shfit, yet she appeared relaxed. She did not answer the girl's question, but instead asked one of her own.
"Why do you sing? Did you want to be found?" her eyes glistened with mal intent. Didn't matter what the girl was - Emiste would have her fun anyway. And if the girl was even part shephet, then the night might prove to be more fun that she had originally anticipated.
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Post by Dylan on Oct 11, 2008 1:03:10 GMT -5
Dylan watched with lazy eyes, relaxed and full of distractions. The girl had came very close within a short amount of time. Of couse she would. She was a Shephet. It was written all over her. "Hm, that is a very good question 'mei- she almost sneered the last word, using the slang version of the word to mean "little one", Dylan's lips had spread into a smile. Her back arched against the tree as her arms hung high. Fingers still fiddling with the vines. She was obviously loopy. In another place maybe. This girl was very close to her face. Very nice to see others have such a high grasp of the word offensive. Offended? Dylan? Not really. Not how others would take it. Sure she was a hybrid, but still a Shephet all together. To be called something other then that would have incredulous effects. "Why do you sing? Did you want to be found?" Dylans eyes closed as she continued to hum in her mind. Thinking about the question as she let her lips finally move with sound as her eyes lifted to the Shephet's. Her voice so relaxed it could have made anyone yawn and feel sleepy. "Everyone knows where to find me
Therefor I need not to make myself
known." She pouted and stared into the girls eyes. Blankly as her eyes enveloped spirals of darkness. "Would you not have found me anyway?
Would you not have sought me out after
releasing your prey? As if you could resist." Dylan smiled kindly, her body turning slightly to face her full on now. Her right hand moving down and over to the girls shoulder, letting one finger slide down her arm. "You like to play as I do." Dylan chuckled and raised her eyes back up to the girls. Her hand moving to her side while sighing softly. |
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Post by Emiste Arquette on Oct 13, 2008 2:06:48 GMT -5
Emiste's eyes flickered in curiosity. Who was this girl? She was sure she'd never seen her in the Shephet circles before. And yet the girl was most certainly of her own kind - yet somehow also not. Otherworldly. Emiste liked that. A grin spread across her own face in response.
The girl's hand grazed her shoulder, and her arm. Emiste pulled back a centimeter. Touch her? She dared touch her? Mmm, but this was her night to play - she was not looking for a fight tonight, she had to remind herself. Maybe another time, but not tonight, not unless she came across one of those filthy Jaustets...damn drevmets (Offensive term for Juastets). The word left a bitter taste in her mouth, even just thinking it.
She raised her eyes to meet the girl's own.
"I can find anyone I seek. But would I have sought you had you not been singing? Such a gift - I can see how it would draw prey, perhaps better than the Krii dem Ul'e (cry of the wolf) even." she spoke softly, quieter than even the wind that was still and unmoving now.
Her eyes were appraising, dangerous, and interrogating. Was the girl worth her time? Possibly. But she would have to prove that.
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Post by Dylan on Oct 13, 2008 20:51:14 GMT -5
"Yes I touched you." She looked at the girl quite oddly, her mind rippling and her words matched. Such a tempermental grin within towards the Juastets'. "Yes.....damn drevmets." She let out one soft giggle. Dylan smirked, her eyes low as if she were blushing. When the girl lifted her eyes, Dylan did the same and matched her gaze. Her body let loose as she wiggled about slowly. Gently. "And when you seek me out,
Do you do it with bitter intentions?" Her words so soft and frail yet spine chilling in an eerie way. She knew the answer, she could feel it spilling off of her body. The girl was bittersweet. Like sweet chocolate. However she was getting slightly bored. |
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Post by Emiste Arquette on Oct 13, 2008 23:26:54 GMT -5
Emiste's eyes narrowed and her hand went to close around the girl's throat, the other drawing her dagger and holding it under the girl's nose.
"You disrespect me again. And I will show you just how much I have earned respect." she bit out. She'd shove the blade so far up the girl's nose it would puncture her brain.
The girl was crossing the line. Emiste didn't care if she was part Shephet, full blooded Shephet, or Shadam himself. She would not disrespect her. And she had, by touching her. By her flippant tone and irritating sing son voice.
"You may call me Emiste. Remember that name. You cross me again, show me any sign of disrespect and I swear I will set every 'Cema who will work for bounty on your sorry ass. Not to mention I will also hunt you myself.
She threw the girl's face to the side. Disgusted suddenly.
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Post by Dylan on Oct 14, 2008 0:22:51 GMT -5
Dylan had sucked in air when the girl took hold of her throat. Metal threatening her face. Her eyes grew wide as she looked down at the blade. How silly of the girl to do that. Dylan had mentioned no harm, nor motioned it. "You disrespect me again. And I will show you just how much I have earned respect." Respect? What respect was deserved here? Dylan had respect for now one. She didn't have it when she killed her father, and she didn't have it now. She giggled evily. Dylan loved to be cut. She had many scars to prove it. "And here I thought I was playing nicely." Dylan pouted. She meant the girl no harm. She meant no one any harm. Not all the time. "You may call me Emiste. Remember that name. You cross me again, show me any sign of disrespect and I swear I will set every 'Cema who will work for bounty on your sorry ass. Not to mention I will also hunt you myself.The girl who called herself Emiste had pushed her head to the side. Dylan's eyes closed, tasting the dark air around them. "Emisssssssste." She hissed off her tongue serpent like. How beautifully it rolled off her tongue. She turned her head back to face her. Opening her eyes gently to look at her face. "Like a serpents song." Dylan grinned. "Emissssssste." |
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Post by Emiste Arquette on Oct 14, 2008 0:39:18 GMT -5
Emiste grinned. So the girl had some spunk, some attitude of her own. Some self-assurance. That was good. She dropped her blade, but did not sheath it.
The girl hissed her name. It indeed did sound like a serpent's song.
Emiste leaned in closer to the girl, a purr growing in her throat. She hissed in the girl's ear.
"'Ey masek ist bueniit. Wiit 'ey sii'en a'ei? 'Ai, wai et 'ey wai sii'en?
(Your music is lovely. Will you sing for me? And who are you that sings?)
Impulsively she licked the girl's cheek slowly then raised her eyes
to look again in the girl's eyes. All traces of irritation gone. The girl stood warned. There was no need to fight. Emiste reminded herself once more that this night was not for that.
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Post by Dylan on Oct 14, 2008 0:49:32 GMT -5
Dylan watched as Emiste dropped the blade, only she was now blinded to it as she moved in close to her. Hissing, purring. She was very much like a serpent. It suited her. "'Ey masek ist bueniit. Wiit 'ey sii'en a'ei? 'Ai, wai et 'ey wai sii'en?
" Ahh, that was a question indeed. Many in Ustav'a and South Meredia had known her, this wasn't her usual ground. She may not know, and that was a good thing. Like a psychotic patient she grinned and giggled. Her tone deep with evilness that poured out of her entire being. Yes, maybe she could. Maybe. And her name? Right, since the girl had been so kind to mention her own. "wai siit 'ei sii'en a'ey" She quirked a brow once her eyes reverted back up to hers. Spellbound. Unbelievable. "My name is Dylan." Pronouncing it like die-lan. Unusual. In her eyes it was, and it seperated her from the many. |
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Post by Emiste Arquette on Oct 14, 2008 1:01:45 GMT -5
Emiste grinned as the girl named Dylan replied in the language of the ancients. She suddenly wanted very much to take her and keep her, she was interesting. So unlike many of the others she met - mindless idiots, following a system of rules and guidelines made by mere mortals.
But not she. And obviously not Dylan.
She pondered her question, staring unblinkingly - still as stone - into the girl's eyes. Mesmerizing.
Sii'en a'ei sii'e dem vit'ey. A'wei 'cem 'ey?
(Sing for me a song of your life. From where do you come?)
She ran her finger's lightly over the skin on Dylan's face.
'Ey nii'em ist bueniit.... 'et ist kar'a 'ey. she mused.
(Your name is lovely - as is your face.)
She would do. She would do nicely. For who could resist such a melody? Such eyes?
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Post by Dylan on Oct 14, 2008 1:14:40 GMT -5
Emiste kept her gaze, it was hard to look away. A staring contest. How lovely. Sii'en a'ei sii'e dem vit'ey. A'wei 'cem 'ey? Dylan then felt Emiste's hand on her face, she closed her eyes and purred against her skin.
"I am not a song bird Emissssssste."
She loved how the girls name rolled off her tongue. It was like music in it's self. Opening her eyes to meet her's. So sad and pouty though she lifted her head away from her hand, pushing her form forward as she let her face get dangerously close to hers. "Like shattered porcelin
broken dreams and blood red tears
how sweet you think such things
i've dreaded the sorrow for years and years." She spoke in a harmonious tone. Yes, she sang a little. Her breath hitting Emiste's lips. She would feel it, and the tingling burn that came with it. It would have been like passion sparks, or pop rocks. Tingly, full of desire. |
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Post by Emiste Arquette on Oct 14, 2008 1:28:07 GMT -5
Dylan's breath hit her like a wave of the ocean, rolling over her skin. She purred then. Closing her eyes to savor the scent, the feel. What made this one so intriguing?
She must have had 'Cema in her bloodline somewhere. To be so seductive and alluring - even if she wasn't trying to be - was a mark of the 'Cema. It was one reason they were so good at catching their prey. Though human, 'Cema seemed to have an unexplicable draw to them. Something similar to the Krii dem Ul'e of the Shephet.
This girl had it. Whatever it was.
"Dylan" Emiste whispered. "Would you follow me into the night? Would you hunt with me? Sing with me?" she would keep her if she could. But she doubted Dylan was one to be owned. Still, to play with her tonight would be fun - innocent play. She would not hurt the girl - unless she wanted to be hurt. In that moment, Emiste simply wanted to touch her, to hear her voice - speaking, singing, yelling- it didn't matter. "'cem a'ei 'et a'ey 'cem 'ei." (Come to me as I have come to you.) she purred.
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Post by Dylan on Oct 14, 2008 1:49:46 GMT -5
"Dylan" Emiste whispered. "Would you follow me into the night? Would you hunt with me? Sing with me?" Her lids half closed while listening to Emiste's questions. Imagining the thought of such things. Would she? Could she? 'cem a'ei 'et a'ey 'cem 'ei." Purring in the wind, her ear. Still, those eyes were closed as she drunk in her voice. That scent. A small sneaky grin formed over her lips, tilting her head to the side as she looked her over. "I go where I am needed.
Be it where he himself takes me.
'et osei 'ey- like your eyes.
How they make everything seem
safe yet dangerous still." She wondered if she could. Dylan stood as though she had been on a swing and sat there waiting to be picked up. Her right hand rising, long delicate thin fingers moving as though she had been typing invisible words onto an invisible keyboard. Did they even exhist? One day. Some day. "'La'e ests." She mentioned her eyes, so cold, yet so bright. Her fingers slowed, steadying as she parted those soft lips. Dylan let her index finger touch them. Her lips. Touching those lips gently. The middle finger following along. So soft. And she sighed.
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