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Post by Dylan on Nov 12, 2008 12:56:09 GMT -5
"here is the Gatra dem Shephet. - the Shephet Gathering."
Emiste whispered to her while Dylan's eyes roamed the scenery before shying away from the open area. Maybe she didn't want to see, unknowing of what was there. Who was there. " Imii ist wiit 'ei. 'ei kiite imii. Wei neviit kiiston 'ei?" Being claimed had been something new for Dylan. Never once had she had to have been protected. Not even during the war, not when she had been baby napped. However; she held a calm mellow feeling over her own form, maybe the sensed her, how she felt, the nervousness. The owl spread it's wngs, jumping from it's perch and landing on the ground. A human figure appearing before the two. Emi's hand had been gripped a little more. He was a man, who had just been an owl. Still, the Shephet was partly within her, but to see them change form in person had amazed her through and through. She couldn't do that, though she had other powers. Dylan bit her lower lip, her head slightly off to the sides as her eyes went to where her hand was in Emi's. Then the man. She looked at him once when he was up close, standing straight as if he didn't intimidate her. When the man lifted his arms, his hands, Dylan had expected an up roar of shouts and cheers, only she had drowned it all out by the beating of her heart and the careful breaths she intook within those lungs. Why she had ended up here was of her own accord, but to be here with someone she barely knew, she could have been led to her slaughter. It was something Dylan would do, maybe Emiste would as well. "What do we do know?" Dylan asked with a slight splash of worry and calm. She could hear it in her soft low tone voice, but Dylan cleared her thoat. She hadn't a clue what to expect. Ustav'a felt so far right about now. |
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Post by Emiste Arquette on Nov 14, 2008 20:33:09 GMT -5
Dylan whispered to her and Emiste shot her a glance out of the corner of her eye. A reminder to not speak. To not ask questions until whatever would happen here was through. But she answered her anyway. Somehow denying Dylan this one thing was beoynd Emiste's capabitities at the moment. It was fortunate Dylan had met Emiste on such a night as this. In such good spirits. The day had gone well....or so she had heard. Tonight Dylan would see something frightful, she might run. But what if she stayed? Emiste thought she might. And if she did, Emiste was sure she would love her forever.
"We wait. The others are coming." She listened for a moment. "Krystek, Darvis, Mishii, Amekk, and Fierra." she named those who were shifting into human forms even as she spoke their names. They had not been far off, close enough to listen to the exchange between Emiste and Aadonii, not close enough to see. But now they emerged. 3 females, Krystek, Mishii, and Fierra. 2 males, Darvis, and Amekk.
Darvis and Amekk brought dragging behind them, a human male and a human female. Emiste's eyes glittered. So the day had been fruitful. Dylan was about to be initiated by fire.
(OOC: please feel free to play/use any of the NPC's I listed - except for Aadonii please. We just needed more people for the gathering...lol)
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Post by Dylan on Nov 24, 2008 12:02:26 GMT -5
The glance Emiste shot her had been slightly cold. Dylan didn't quite know what to do, but she kept quiet. Eyes had been on her when Emi answered her. Dylan had been scanning the area with nervousness and ease. How dark and gloomy it had been throughout the night, and the chilling sensation had clearly become more and more of a factor.
"We wait. The others are coming."
Dylan let out a soft sigh, wishing that the two could just go off together, but the gathering had proven to be quite interesting.
"Krystek, Darvis, Mishii, Amekk, and Fierra."
Her head raised. The names had been unfamiliar, but it was just as well. She had been kept away in Ustav'a for a good long while. Everything on the outside world of her home had been a mystery. Undiscovered territory.
Dylan's head raised, as well as her eyes. How amazing she found it still, to watch shifting before her eyes. Emiste had done it not too long ago, how she wished she could do that.
Then Dylan's eyes went to the male human behind them. Her lips became licked. She almost took a step closer but Emiste had caught her arm preventing it. (sorry gmodding) She turned her head and whispered low an apology.
A cool crisp breeze swept from her mouth and her hand had begun to burn. Dylan had pulled it away from Emiste's grasp, not wanting to burn her. Holding it in as she tried to remain calm. Not wanting the flush of an aching want overcome her.
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Post by Emiste Arquette on Dec 5, 2008 17:49:01 GMT -5
Emiste could tell that Dylan was not exactly at ease, and was also not entirely enthused with being at the Gathering - not disinterested, she seemed interested, just perhaps wishing to be elsewhere.
But that seemed to fade as Dyaln must have caught sight of the humans. Emiste watched her face with interest. Dylan licked her lips and Emiste could feel her about to move, she held her back. Dylan's eyes were fixed on the male and Emiste could not help but smile. Perhaps Dylan would fit in with her world better than she thought.
The group of Shephet closed the distance and formed a circle to include herself, Dylan, and Aadonii. The humans were bound at the wrists and ankles - wide eyed and staring nervously, like prey about to be devoured. They were drug into the center of the circle and made to sit back to back.
All eyes turned to her then. And Emiste greeted each newcomer with a nod of the head - retaining hold on Dylan's hand. The silence of the moment stretched onward, Emiste could feel the others assessing the situation. Krystek was the first to speak.
"So, you have brought your own plaything?" her voice was like tiny silver bells, but held no trace of humor or lightheartedness. Silver bells tolling in the dead of a winter night - cold and unfeeling.
"No." Emiste said flatly, "she is here by my invitation, but is in no way bound to the events of the night."
Krystek's eyes narrowed and moved to Dylan's form, roving over it, then returning to her face. The shifter smiled - a cold spread of her lips - "Perhaps you would like to tell us your name?" Her eyes were hungry as they assessed Dylan and Emiste had to suppress a snarl, pulling Dylan to her and slightly behind - perhaps too roughly, but sending the clear message to Krystek that Dylan was not one to be toyed with.
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