Scream For Me

[Sevanni Black]

"That's right....scream for me." Sevanni poached out through gritted teeth as the words spilled venomously from that larynx. The woman's throat small in his right hand, and as she struggled against him, the nerve to put those raggedy fingers to let flesh touch his flesh, it was absurd.

"Hey You! Put her down!" A very disappointing smirk rose over those lips, the girl glad to have the interruption. His head turned slowly to view the merchant, and Sevanni's hand released on the girl to where her body collapsed in the dirt ground beneath them.

The man had paused in his tracks when Sevanni became more visible as to who he was. He had held up hands with apologies to him. Suddenly the need to ask for forgiveness came about and Sevanni snickered at the man.

"When you have something of use for me, do let me know. Her obedience has caused a great deal of stress about my home. Or next time I shall take your head personally." The coward. Cowering below in a bow with hands raised over his head. Sevanni overpowered him in many ways, but as of now it was the height of his form that laid claim then and there. Aside from his harlowing ways to destroy a being. Mortals. Sometimes they went through anything to make a single Gula. Shame, shame.

He turned his attentions back to the woman, who in turn jumped back to huddle against the boxes behind her. "Your day will come." An edgy smile surpassed lips, her direction in life would fade to nothing. Even though there had been word spread about how dangerous Sevanni Black had been, no action of a kill or collection of their soul had been seen by eyes other than his own, and it would remain that way until he so chose. There were a couple, but it was during times to his discretion, and most of them had not lived to so much as speak the tale of what had truly happened.

The market was so bare these days. At night it was easier to carouse the market because he simply hated the hours of daylight. It was when his inner being wanted to come out and play and let it's wings soar into the air. Not tonight though. Not yet anyway.

Sevanni let legs bring him toward the edge of the woods. Waving off the cartsmen and turning away from it all. He could bring himself back to the house, as far as the night was concerned, it had much for him to behold.

[Emiste Arquette]

Emi had to laugh. The voice was all to familiar. Damn Sevanni. He always seemed to show up, and always where she was. Not that she minded. It was nice to see a familiar face every once in a while. Especially a fellow Shephet. And especially this Shephet. Different clan but still as powerful as her own self. That demanded a healthy respect, even from Emi.
"My, my, who do we have here?" Emiste's eyes flashed coyly. "She glanced once at the pathetic mortal, huddling like a lost dog behind some boxes. Not worth her time. Apparently worth Sevanni's however. Curious...

She was dressed for day. Stuck in human form, she'd adorned her body with a simple wine colored gown. Innocent enough, except for the--alterations. Leather belt accenting her waist at the same time keeping her daggers handy. Form and function. Her hair, usually kept free, was braided back to keep her face clear. All in all, a more harmless appearance than the attire she wore by night. It was not out of anything but tactic - by day it wasn't advisable to draw too much attention to yourself if you were a Shephet. Dressing in this way helped her blend without being immediately identified for what she was.

Which was why she now wondered why Sevanni would cause such a scene here with this woman. Not her business however. If he so wished to get himself killed....well it would have been a pity, but not wholly undeserved.

"Sevanni Black." She stood next to him now, having been slowly approaching from across the narrow street. "Having fun are we?"

[Sevanni Black]

The smell of the night air was pleasant on his skin. It felt so odd to just be out and about, but if he hadn't laid calm restraint against those who were pleased in serving him, then he wouldn't have been. It seemed that no one liked when his temper and voice flared with rage. It was the only thing nowadays keeping people at bay.

"Sevanni Black." She stood next to him now, having been slowly approaching from across the narrow street. "Having fun are we?" He should have heard her before when her voice rang out. It wasn't such a forgettable sound. Her scent. Sevanni could always recognize her scent, and it had recently been accompanied by another, but no Shephet. which made him all the more curious about her recent company.

"Emiste Arquette." There was a little smirk at the corner of his mouth. Eyes slowly lurched in her direction as trails continued on as if she had just joined him on a walk. "Did you have a sudden desire to walk me home young one?" He turned his sights back to look straight ahead. There was no sense in walking into something no was there?

For a long time he had kept an eye on the one beside him. Such an interesting being who had served the one above her with such respect and loyalty. But he had always wondered what it would mean to her to be the one being praised and bowed to. What she would be like if she had taken the reigns for once instead of that aweful Aadonii?

Sevanni disliked falling into rank when it was behind another, which was the fault of his hatred toward not only Aadonii, but for the Queen as well. Sincel and Aadonii had much more in common than they knew, but of course he would never admit to such a thing.

[Emiste Arquette]

"Did you have a sudden desire to walk me home young one?"

Turning away from whatever business he had been attending to, almost as if it had been nothing more than a casual chat with an old acquaintance he had met by chance in the marketplace. Emiste's eyes narrowed oh so briefly with her curiosity. But it was soon dismissed. Even Shephet had things to hide from each other. And none more than she.

She lightly tucked her arm under his to rest delicate fingers on his forearm. As if he was escorting her down the street, like the higher class of humans tended to stroll, arm in arm, laughing and talking as if evil itself did not literally walk among them.

She decided to ignore the "young one" comment. Keeping the atmosphere between them light and casual. Again so as to not draw further attention to themselves. Normally she might have smarted off, taken some offense to the wording of his statement. But, contrary to her usual self, she wasn't looking for a fight. Not with him. There would have been no point in it. If Emiste could call anyone outside the clan an ally, it would have been the one walking beside her now.

"That all depends on if you are going home....quite early for that however. Is the great Sevanni turning in early then? What did you do, fight an entire guild of Juastet all in the form of Phedara??"

She couldn't help the mocking tone in her voice. It wasn't born of any offense, simply her nature coming out through her attempt to remain non-hostile. Not that she had any reason to be hostile with Sevanni, it was just her way. She wore hostility like a favorite robe. Wrapped herself in it and reveled in its feel.

She glanced sideways at Sevanni, a kind of half smile playing on her facial features. This Shephet was intiruging to her, she often took interest in the odd ones, the ones who seemed to have their own agenda, and the ones who seemed to be holding back some kind of ability. Sevanni was a time-bomb, she knew this, holding something back for his own agenda at whichever time he so chose to expose himself to the kingdom. She wondered idly what that day would bring....she pictured a realm reduced to smoldering ash. But it was not Meredia she invisioned; it was Merelith. Merelith reduced to ashes, and all its meddling, goody-two-shoes Juastet roaming free all over the damn kingdom.

Yes, THAT would be a sight to behold. A small sigh escaped her. And she realized she had not simply glanced as she had intended to, she had been staring. And then realizing her sigh could be so misconstrued along with her staring she quickly let go of his arm, standing a bit straighter as if to portray the image of confident self-sufficiency. Let him run with that stare and sigh, and ally or not, she'd cut his fucking wrists. She was no piner - needed no one. He should know that.

She fell silent as she waited his reply.