January 04, 2003.01.04.03. - shadowplay [harlequin-damien-ra'gon][pine barrens]
(zoe saldana)
In. . .Out. . .In. . .Out. . .. . Deep seated breathing of her nightly meditations. Anyone who could have watched her would have easily imagined her in some Tibetan retreat or a dojo. Perfectly composed, utterly radiating serenity, both from her mental exercises and her recent brush with some higher power. Those eerie milky white eyes, that some knew had been grey only a week ago, stared at nothing, yet she was minutely aware of everything.
An ironwood staff lay beside her on the log, a talisman of the Elder Garou's making hung around her neck, and the spirit of Batsto flittered about her dreams. No ordinary woman, so far out in the Barren's wilderness. . .
(harl)
*for the most part he had been leaving his bike out there at the camp site, under the trusted eyes of the dogs, so you can understand why every few days he is stopping in to make sure its still there. yesterday he had picked it up the need for transport riding over the desire for something a little safer than his bike plus the idea of nakhti pressed firmly to his back as they tore up the freeway appealed to him. so that is how it came about that the two of them move along one of the many roads into the barrens speeds slowed a little to deal with lack of traction and winding turns.*(nak)
he is stronger than he looks, this slender boy-man with arms wrapped around the one guiding the bike, long shadow hair firmly tucked beneath the heavy helmet, long coat left behind for something more fitting to the forest environment - he is learning much about the bike, while balance is never an issue, learning the intriciacies of weight ratio to turns, especially on slippery gravel roads, has been an adventure in itselfthere's a smile behind the windsheild glass, feeling the rumble of the bike's engine beneath him, the sheer power obeying Harlequin's hands
(shadowplay)
Watch... Me... Watch... You...For the most part, the watcher that had come upon Zoe's meditations may have well have been a ghost. Silence reigned as the wind howl whipped through the lonely haunted demnse of the barrens. It had only been a short passage of time, this observation of the blind, but when time was something that was prolifically spilled into your hands, then even the shortest amount of time could seem long and eeriely painful.
(gabe)
~Breath in.... Breath out..... good girl~The thoughts rolled throught he elders head as he slowly, softly... silently moved through the undergrowth. The world was his to control, the rage beaten back to almost a whisper as the healing salve of the evenings 'endevours' had flushed him to the point of near peace.
Step... Step...
To each their own as the wolf made man slowly moved through the darkness. Moved through the silent sounds of the deep. Moved through the passage of the depths of understanding and entered slowly into the outter ring of the camps 'interrior'.
He stood down wind, silent as the oak from which his name had been cast down from, but it was not for Zoe in which this night he stood silent as the tomb. Nah... it was for the unseen presence of one that would dare pass through the gates of wards and bourder guards of the spirit realm.... To enter the path of the elder unwelcome and without announcement. Woe be unto one so shallow and without care that the soul of the beast be so little to dare risk being send into the the depths of neither hells furry or the damnable shadow of God's lacking grace! So be it... for you are here and I am but the answer of the prayer to which you have sought.
The wind speaks to those who listens and the spirits of the warded world know many who would make buisness quick and pass without transgression less they fall to the more powerful totems which stand in ready to guard the charge of the rightful heir of their patronage.
(zoe)
. . . It was that trace shiver, like the hairs on ones neck rising, that said someone watched. Of course, here that could mean so many things, but by now the small animlas of the wood didn't tend to cause her too much trouble. Heightened, attuned mind and body, with an almost supernatural sense of intuition and without her eyes, more in tune to other vibes.The breathing stays the same, but her lotus position eases, and a hand falls onto her staff. She'd yet to do any training with it, but instinctual to look to defense. . . because she could not smell Gabriel, nor felt any overwhelming sense of Rage to alert her of Garou.
"Who goes there?"
Quiet, calm voice, merely stating a question to the night and silence. . how odd. . .
(harl)
*lol sheer power harlequins bike its probably lucky it doesnt fall appart with the combined weight of the two on it (not that either of them are very heavy), yet in its own way its still powerful hell it still runs at least and esaier than walking out here.he was lothe to leave his long coat at home the grey warmth that usually surrounds him yet cannot have it flickering back into nakhti for the entire ride so instead he finds himself in leather pants and waist length jacket black on black on black till he almost blends in with the night and the bike. a small backpack tied to the seat behind nakhti containing some more suitable clothes. finally the bike crawls to a stop engine idling for a moment before it cuts out entirly ( i think it died) right at the end of the gravel road the abandoned public access and carpark empty at this time of year (who wants to picknick in such horrible weather or at such a time).
(nakhti)
(artistic license and descriptive drama, dammit!)there's another smile as the bike shudders and coughs to a stop (me, too), the slim form peeling itself from Harlequin's back until hiking boots crunch on gravel, gloved hands wrap around the helmet and lift it from his head, shaking the plastered black locks free, and there's something of a glint in hazel eyes looking back to his friend
lungs fill with the clear, clean air, in turn filling the heavy, corded sweater that swallows his lean torso... he's the stranger, here, so he doesn't even begin to think of straying far - not that he would - though his curiosity is already beginning to get the better of him
(shadowplay)
Normally those that Watch do so for the express purpose of merely observing without interaction, however, unlike some the blind child may have encountered in her time etiquette had not fallen to the wayside as it had in much of modern society. A question demanded an answer and as such she recieved one."Damien."
The voice was young, perhaps only barely mature in timbre, and obviously male for all the lack of baritone overtures. The voice was gentle, cautious and just a little more than slightly curious.
(gabe)
He stood... Quiet... stern, and silent. he knew of those who were there. He knew of those silent and passing so close to the outside of the realm of understanding that all would be known to he who was LUCKY enough to have set up the watch before leaving.Thinking to himself. ~Sometimes it pays to be careful~
yet he stood. Listening to the wind as the wind had a voice and as the female child of the long ago brethren of the Star... she knew... He smiled to himself as he watched though the preditory within him began to grow and the low... near silent but audiable growl of both protection and claim of territory slowly began to eminate from his throat. Though in this form it would only sound like a man growling from deep within... expressing his pressance before falling silent to see how things would progress.
(harl)
*he wasnt hicking in what he was wearning no that was just for the walk through the city, leaning back ever so slightly as nakhti dismounts before he too steps over the bike grabbing the bag with his spare clothing in it. he begins to peel of the layers. underneath the jacket is a plain black long sleeved top wool prehaps tightly woven and tightly fitting till the point that one can see the definition of stomach and peircings underneath. boots slip off for a moment to be followed by pants, a pair of comando style fatigues retreived from the bag quickly pulled back on, (has no problem with the nudity but its damn coldi). contemplates the jacket for a bit longer before tucking it also into the bag placing both it and helmet securly on the bike. taking two steps towards nakhti desire to give him a hug before they slip into the woods. only to hear the inevitable crash as the kick gives way and the bike falls to the ground cringing he turns to look at it before shrugging his shoulders in that espressive roll and slips into the trees. feet slient even in those heavy lace up boots(zoe)
. . . Not one, then but two. One known, one unknown but any slightest inclination to tension vanishes barely before it could register. Body moving some, orientating for voice and growl, curious and composed. Blind she may be, tiny, not much to think she could defend herself, but she knew her own strengths and what was around in protection."I've not met anyone named Damien, but then Rhya Gabriel has many acquaintances. Are you a friend, then?"
(nakhti)
there's a smile ghosting over his features, some demure shift in shadows at the change, and the sidestepping approach - his head whipping around when the bike crashes to the ground, and the grin spreads further, but there is no laughter that responds to the smooth shrug, only silent amusement glittering in hazel eyes, carefully picking his way through the forest after Harlequin(corran)
* out for a run in his lupie form he turns and heads for the elders Territory. Fleet furred feet eat up the ground as he approaches. His markings black, white and gray, denoting a mixture of blood that pretty much rules out pure breed he's still an impressive animal to observe. If observing such an animal was easy.He pauses at the edge of the claimed territory and gives a short howl requesting intrance. It echos though the cool night air and rebounds off the trees. With him comes a feeling of calm and support. Not the endless vista's of rage thatr accompany most garou*
(shadowplay)
"Not of anyone of that name, per say, no."The diembodied voice, as far as Zoe was concerned in her blind state, was still some distance away from her: whether out of politeness or wariness, it was difficult to dicern. There was a pause at the howl and a shifting of careful bootfall to her far right that never strayed behind her as if the male was attempting to sneak up behind her (as that would be considerably impolite to do to a blind person).
"I was looking for something, someone, but found you instead."
(gabe0
The smile slowly rose to his face as he heard the welcoming howl of announcement.Placing his fingers to his mouth the Elder decided to answer in kind with a blast of three short, loud whistles.
Having fully given himself away he stepped fully into view of the campsite. Casting his gaze to Zoe and toward the sound of the smaller voice he stood waiting.
(corran)
*he heads on in then. Sniffing as he goes. Circling a bit so he comes from downwind. Catching the scents of those present he slows. New smells. So he approaches slower. Nearing he lets his acute hearing and smell paint the picture for him in the dark pine barren night*(zoe)
. . . Days of barely seeing anyone and in one fell swoop everyone converged. How lucky could one girl be? The holw meant at least one other, and she knew gabriel was near, could likely have pinned him down if the new voice hadn't called her curiosity. Slowly adjusting to her right, following that new one's sounds. Head tilted to catch new sounds, even as the wolves came on."So it would seem Damien, but then I was hardly lost to need finding. Perhaps I can help you fidn what it was you sought."
Polite. This new one was polite, unlike others who had come upon her like this. For that she gave back courtesy given her. . .
(shadowplay)
Long raven hair escaped in wind-whipped lengths, unbound against the teasing lick of the breeze. There might be something remotely familiar about the figure that was clad in the dripping shadowplay of the Barrens' vista, but nothing, perhaps, more than a teasing sensation that elluded the memory for the time being. Compared to the large Irish man the secretive male the accompanied this impromptu gathering was of a spare set build. He raises his hands, pressing his fingers together lightly into a steepled gesture, and rested his chin on the upheld fingertips."Perhaps."
A certain catch of wariness rippled, but his tone remained ever placidly polite in conversational tones directed towards Zoe. Prior, his dark-eyed attention had rested fully upon Zoe, but now wavered to Gabriel and sought for any indications of hostility that was a want for brewing in such a man as he.
(corran)
*He approaches into sight distance of the camp. Well sight for the wolf. He's still in the trees and the shadows. Sniffing. Watching. Listening.That gentle feeling of support and calm flows over them. A familiar feeling for some. Not so much for others.*
(harl)
*a ghost of a smile flashes back over his shoulder as he falls back a little just a leasurly jog through the woods. eyes pciking out the details of the night easily. for the most part content to enjoy the cool night air and the sounds of the forests, the lack of human voice in the night chorus... the path he sets has them spiraling out from where the bike is left an ever expanding arch that eats up the distance. yet finally he must talk. "so do we go play hide and seek with the dogs or is there prehaps sometihng else you wished to do out here" his voice is a sultry purrr some will recognise the tease the temptor like warm velvet absolute decadance... lithe body turning to beter see him as pace slows again, that playful grin so childlike so delighted.(gabe)
Standing the large Irishman slowly stretched his arms across his chest and folded his position into a stance of ready guard and authority.Looking out with those piercing crystal blue eyes he focuses upon the newest 'intruder' to his realm.
"Come forth and be recognized... Damien"
(zoe)
. . . An interesting situation, once again. She had brought more disturbances to Gabriel's quiet camp since he had insisted on her staying there. Standing out in the clearing of it, while Gabriel took up his position near one edge, and Corran approaching, while damien held to another side. It had the feel of a wheel which turned mysteriously around her. No need to turn towards Gabriel. She would see nothing now, and could hear each word, every inflection. Instead, she still faced this Damien, her newest acquaintance."Or perhaps your search was more ambiguous and it was meant to end with me?"
She was a StarGazer, was of a more mystical, metaphorical bent then some, and tended to see things in strange overall themes. Eerie eyes intent though unseeing, hands lightly holding her staff as she waited for the mystery to unfold more. . .
(nak)
he follows, quickly, lithely, silently, as if he were only some shadow trailing the other, some billow of smoke that danced in the air latent from exhaled breath, and when Harlequin stops, his brow lifts (a game?) followed soon by defiant lift of the fine lines that sculpt his chinthere's a slow drop of his shoulders, a smoothing of the sweater's thick weave, the cant of his head in thought before a sudden step forward, closing the distance between them, guaranteeing their sight of each other in the darkness beneath the trees (what kind of game should it be) an exhaled breath the only response to the sultry purr
body drops away (perhaps both) whatever warmth that began to grow between them brutally replaced by winter's chill as the boyman dashes into the trees, the bulk of sweater streamlining into black fur, the breifest of sounds carries back to Harlequin is the thump of padded feet on frozen ground - and then silence (catch me if you can)
(shadowplay)
Movement that could be vaguely discerned as an inclination of his head as bootfalls take him several steps into what bare illumination highlights the campsite in a flicker of long shadows and hellish red auras compliments of the burning logs and licking flames of the campsite fire. The tails of a midnight longcoat whipped desolately around his legs, the length toyed with by the whisper of winds that cavorted through the local trees."Fate folds its cards in strange ways indeed," was his only reply to Zoe while his dark-eyes survellience of Gabriel remained unflinchingly. His pale counternance was a contrast to the pure monochrome of his clothes stained all the darker by the cloy of nights shadows.
(harl)
*eyes widern ever so slowly a hand reaching up to caress that face so close to his when there is nothing to grasp but shadows. they each knew what the other was well knew to a certain extent yet neither had seen thier other forms.the sound of padded feet;. his smile grows into a grin his body flowing clothes dissapearing the large black form giving chace his own padded feet almost silent.*
(kimber)
Tonight she was jogging...
Sure it was late...and dark. Dangerous in the woods alone...but it was a release...she liked the endorphines that shot through her body as she moved through the barrens. The way the ground felt under her running shoes with each step..the sounds of the night, in the woods.
She didnt feel like she was a target out here, although many would disagree. Breathing deeply as she jogs...
Long underwear under the running pants, a large green t-shirt that hangs to her knees, a down vest over it...her auburn hair pulled into a pony tail...natural auburn highlights streaked throughout.
Natural look, no make up, just as natural as they come.
Moving up the trail she keeps her eyes peeled in the dark for the twists and turns of the trails...
and jogs...
www.metropolischronicles.com/kimber(nak)
slight, lean, and mercilessly hungry - for knowledge, for food, for game - it drives the wraith thin form through the trees, some new trail found by feline eyes, the glorious stretch of muscle and breath blasting from the physical exercise, blending into the shadows beneath the trees, the dappled moon does not even reflect off his fur, it is dark as an undiscovered tomb(harl)
*he is not as lithe but just as agile the dark furrr flowing over lithe muslces as he gives chase. a black shadow chasing a shadow. if it could grin it woud. letting nakhti set the path but gaining quickly*weaving through the dark of the trees it slips beside him body guided as much by touch and sound as sight fine whiskers allerting him to the closeness of trees as he swerves at the last second just off the path the other follows. moving with the grace of the creature in whos skin he now runs. along the length of a fallen oak its branches long fallen to rot the decay stopped by ice. he leaps body carried through the air throwing himself at the other.
(corran)
*He remains there. watching. Sniffing the air often*(nak)
but the twisting shadows beneath the trees are used to his advantage, somewhere he had feinted to the side, somehow he had been ready (the paranoia of an ancient spy), and the long, lean (hungry) cat rears up, forarms spreading wide to catch the hurtling body, a silent whuff of breath as they hit the ground and roll, long tails whipped by centripital force, his body curling under to spread hind toes against the soft warmth of Harlequin's belly (gotcha)(gabe)
Standing he watched the stranger slowly move into the light of the fire. Taking a deep breath the scent of the man carried with it no clear marks of an enemy. But also it carried with it no marks of a friend either.Watching the scenses of his birth sharper, crysper, cleaner than that of even the most average garou he watched this stranger with concentrated gaze.
Trust was not easily given nor was it won in this wood without great effort.
"Aye... indeed."
(harl)
it has been so long since he played since he was able to do such a thing rolling with the body fighting for purchace of skin and fur only to eventually find self brethless. pinned the other sitting on his stomach.tongue darts out to lap at face a smooth long stroke followed by a nip on the nose. purrrrrrr vibrating deep in the furry chest
(zoe)
. . .Where Gabriel was so very wary, Zoe was at least more forgiving. Maybe its a woman's heart, or maybe just hers, but Damien's words incite a small giggle. That silvery youthful sound that few had heard or coaxed out of her, that belied the too old mind in a too young body. Noah and Simon while during snowtime play, Corran in a rare moment of humor. It lilts in the campsite held at bay by the meeting of strangers, easing and a bit lightening."That it does Damien, that it does. But I've been rude. I am Zoe."
He was already here, already within the demenses of Gabriel so no need to be further rude, and offered one small hand in greeting. He did not come bearing malice, had shown no rudeness. . for that she gave a modicrum of benefit to doubt. . .
(corran)
*he turns and pads around the clearing to the right. Coming closer to Zoe but watching as he does so. Soft furry foot falls swallowed mostly by the trees. Though those with sharp sences might precive*(gabe)
Watching as the outside pressance of Corran decided to finally enter he would have smiled if something deeper inside his heart told him that this stranger was still one to be granted no degree of slack until proven worthy.(shadowplay)
A flicker of a glance in Gabriels direction before his attention returns to Zoe's outstretched hand. Had she been a man (had she been able to see) he perhaps would not have accepted the offer, but she was both a woman and obviously incapcitated by blindness so he relents. He breifly takes her small hand in his own bird-boned sculptured one, skin covered by a leather glove for protection against the biting winter snap."A pleasure, Ms. Zoe."
He doesn't keep her hand for very long, more just the gesture of taking it as was customarily polite, but there was no linger carress or any indication for alarm that he may be of the mind to attempt anything nefarious. He releases her hand and steps back and away from her as she sits within the domain of the campsite's licking color.
(gabe)
No sign of traditon, no sign of respect to one of obviously greater station... This was no Garou nor Kin. That would be easily decided by now.Was this a mere mortal?
~Perhaps~ he thought as he watched the man. Quick to touch, or show any signs of intended agression. Quick to make a way into the world of more unknown.
Finally he decided that he didn't care... he had answers to be gained and little time to waste.
"Lass, if you are able we should leave."
(nak)
when the rolling world stills, when the empire is theirs alone, the lean cat rises above the pinned - Harlequin broader, thicker, the heavy, boxy skull that smooths into muscular neck and shoulders, and Seline's light glints over the dapples just barely darker than his blackened fur - then the one that pins him, slight, silhouette glow along angular cheeks and sharply sculpted ears, the slender neck flowing through shoulders and the slight weight which holds the larger cat beneath himthat long muscles flexes, dropping, a liquid shadow that draws them close, whiskers flaring in a language all their own to tangle with Harlequin's, then there's a blink, a wrinkle of sharp nose beneath the cleansing lick, the closing of one hazel eye more than the other, a heaved breath that could only be construed as the beginnings of a laugh that will never be heard (ewww.... cat slobber)
one paw lifts, pads at the end of long toes spreading across Harlequin's brow in continued pin, pink tongue so bright in contrast to the highlightless fur reaching out to smear from black nose, through whisker hidden scent glands, across eye and to ear - returning the affectionate feline bonding
(zoe)
. . . Offers a smile. She would rather talk to the wary Damien then have the all annoying Luc inflicted on her again. While Gabriel and Corran merely watched, like hulking, skulking guards, she got handed the role of mediator, it seemed. How ironic. . always a woman it seemed."So what has brought you so far out, Damien? Do you seek to see God like those of Batsto Village? Or merely wander like others?"
Head turning, she acknowledged Gabriel's comment softly. Yes, she had places to be, things to do. . .
"Of course Rhya."
(shadowplay)
"I seek no God, just a man, or perhaps merely his companions if I must scrape the bottom of the barrel..."He steps several paces further back into the play of shadows along the edges of the clearing, inclining his head to Gabriel once.
"It seems, however, you have other business I will leave you to..."
(corarn)
*As Shadow play steps back into the shadows he rises and moves to the edge of them. The perceptive would see his lupine form there, just shy of the light.*(gabe)
"Tred lightly and be forwarned."Trust was neither gained nor warrented but this one knew more than one should and without proper reason should be dealt without hesitation and without any form of pity or grace.
Stepping forward the Large Irishman looked down to the blinde child of a lost line.
"It is time."
(zoe)
"My apologies Damien, but I do have things to attend to. Perhaps another time.". . .Quietly polite, the manners ingrained risign to the fore, as usual, as she inclined her head towards where he slipped back, before turning to join Gabriel. Uncanny to see her react as if she could see, but using other senses in place of eyes. . .
(corran)
*He pads on out and into the light. Lowering his head and showing differance to Gabe and walking up beside Zoe. The intensity of that calming supportive effect lets her know of his approach and he gently lets his furr brush her fingers*(shadowplay)
"Another time," he replied with a vague hint of sadness issuing like a tangled vine through the words as he took several more steps back into the darkness of the Barrens. It was not as if, in all practicality for some, time was of the essence.(harl)
face turns to his whiskers twitch as the blend mix skin tingling as senses etxtend till he feels like he is trapped in a box and totally free all at once... fur fstanding on end as the long wet tongue of his companion forces it against it to clump eye closing as the purrrrr deepens louder. flowing out/through them... he twists finally after the affectionate display body wrthing underneath his angles almostunbeleivable as he slips from beneath paws from confinement pushing to feet. running his body along the other pushing against it cheeck to cheek then shoulder to shoulder a flowing line all the way down to his tail only to come back and do it on the other side before leaping once again into movement his feet taking him deeper into the woods.pausing but once that feline smile growing tongue curling as he tastes the air. eyes reflecting a dark green like frozen fire. (are you comming) a flick of the tail and hes gone
(gabe)
watching the man he was given pause..."Wait!" he called after the man.
Moving several steps toward him he paused.
"To whom do you seek?"
(zoe)
"Hello Corran". . Stroking the fur by way of greeting, she listened as Gabriel called after the retreating Damien. The soft smile still holds on her tranquil lips. Much like she used to be when first arrived to New Jersey. Not as burdened as she had been not so very long ago. . .
(corran)
*He chuffs softly and leans into the petting. Hey, he's a hound. It feels nice and Kimber won't let him in the house in lupus. She claims he sheads*(shadowplay)
"Jukebox," issued the reply of the figure now emerged in the shadows, but still with a visual outline available. "The caretaker, one would assume, of the mentally retarded man he calls Decker."(zoe)
. . . That earns a slight stifled giggle. Oh she liked damien better already. Her opinions of Decker not so very high either. Listening with a brighter smile for Rhya's response. He wasn't much pleased with the Get of late either. . .(gabe)
"You........." The thought crosses him as he speaks low and for only a moment.
"I know you.... that night...."He caught himself before saying to much more. There were more reasons than he had to count to cast this one out into the depths of the chasom of the shadow of true death.
"Take thee back to the city for you shall fine not those you seek within this place."
(corran)
*he tilts his head listening. Sniffs commiting the other mans scent to memory and looks up at Zoe and seems to check her over for injury*(nak)
as much as it is an escape, it is an allowance, body arches, toes flex, and there's a serenity in the full body rub between them, muscle vibrating with the purr that will never sound, it's so loud from his companion, mixing the oils and scents in their fursa browpoint lifts, muscle smoothing fur above one eye, muscle bunching to explode after the flicking tail when the chase begins again
(shadowplay)
"The wilderlands are not the sole demnse of your ilk, best that such is remembered in time." It sounded, by no means, like a threat. He made no threats, it wasn't of his nature, merely one that advised caution where caution was due."Out of respect for Ms. Zoe, however, I will accept your directions if nothing more."
(corran)
*He tilts his head to the side and thinks it might be better to do something out of respect for the elder Garou than for the kin. Nothing aginst Zoe or anything but she generally doesn't rip peoples arms off and beat them to death with um.... elders have been known to do such.*(zoe)
. . . See? One caught more flies with honey then vinegar. Damien was polite to her, because she was polite to him. Curious though why Rhya had reacted as he had, she merely waits within the camp, still the same Zoe Corran had seen days previous, whole and unharmed but for her unnatural blindness. . .(gabe)
"Out of Respect, aye... but nothing more... For the wilderlands are the demnse of my ilk."He would of gruffed, he would of huffed, he would of snarled and made plain the true placement of who was what in this land were he in the true form of his 'ilk', but as it stood he only watched the man slowly decend into the depths of the growing darkness.
He would of killed the man where he stood if he knew it would of done a damn bit of good... but he knew better and knew it would of mattered little. Besides.... it was easier to send him off to mess with those who needed to be messed with more than he.
Turning to Zoe he smiled, nodding his greating to Corran and offering a 'don't say anything about it' glance as well.
"Tis time we test the bounds of this Village."
(corran)
*He nods. A rather human geasture from the wolf but he was born human and all. He'd go with and take a bo peep*(zoe)
"Perhaps I missed something Rhya?". . . Would not push, but it never hurt to ask a simple question, one brow arcing with her question, startling expression on her. . .
(gabe)
He slowly nodded to her and smiled."Perhaps... but we have pressing matters before we worry about that."
(zoe)
. . . His smiles only reach her in his words, but she heard them nontheless, offering her own, though still curious why he had been so hostile in the end. Later, would be time enough later, after this mystery was begun. Nodding with his words, accepting for now. . ."That we do. I am curious to knoww aht has happened since I stopped being able to see the news and papers."
(harl)
it is his turn to lead the chase, moving on silent feet his path angling to the areas he know roughly belong to the wolves pace set to just stay ahead of nakhti slowing occasionally letting him draw ever tantalisingly closer. the small game trail almost burried under snow. again a lip curls back to taste the air a deep in breath bringing him the scents of the forest(shadowplay)
It may take years of practise to move so silently, so quickly, through the underbrush of a roll of forests, but time, as Gabriel now suspected, was something that more than spilled adeuqately into the strangers hands. Away from the campsite his wanderings took him, his form now well and truly lost and at one with the inky darkness that seeped through the cedars and pitch pine, coating the supposedly haunted vista with an ominous air. Away from the campsite and into the path of the frolicking wildcats.
(corran)
*he walks beside Zoe. Letting the tips of his fur brush her hand and kinda doing that seeing eye monster sort of thing for her as they go. Content to remain in lupus for the moment. His already hightly acute perceptions were even more snazzy in this form*(gabe)
"Let us be off. For the Village is several miles away and we have much ground to cover."Looking to Corran he nods to him to be at her side in case she need further assistance than what she would need.
Moving off he heads toward the village.
(corran)
*He Chuffs and leans over. Letting her find the furr at his neck. It's long. It's WINTER. IF she takes hold he does that seeing eye monster thing even better. If she don't he doesn't press.*(zoe)
. . . Between Corran, hearing gabriel's movements, and her staff, she moves with relative ease, albeit carefully. Its hard not to be wary of ground you could not see before your feet tested it. And this was her first trip outside Gabriel's campsite in many days, aside from the night with Noah, and then she hadn't had to do much walking. Fingers curled in Corran's fur with one hand, other one wrapped about the staff, they make their way. . ."Have you learned anything new Rhya?"
(nak)
there's a silent joy, a quiet exhilaration, the long and low stretch of body to ground, easily tailing the other feline, but as heads lift to taste the air, the pace slows, wary, a quick movement to bat at Harl's tail in the only communication he has available, the run breaking to trot and then falling into a careful walk, whiskers twitching to feel the air (there's something close) hazel eyes prowling the darkness(gabe0
Moving through the trees a song of the Mortal world comes to his mind... what is it.... oh yeah.. "on the road again"... Stepping through the darkness and on toward the Village.((OVERTIME 17-17 ball game))
"Aye lass.. but i'd rather not say anything until we get there and I can look into it personally."
(corran)
*he looks up and cuffs softly in the language of wolves* ~WS~ Anything I might be able to help with Rhya? I am a Theurge.(zoe)
. . . Even accepting his directions, she somehow manages to do it with that curious mix of meekness and strength. She was an odd bundle of contrasts some days, or nights, as the case may be. . .
(gabe)
He paused and looked to the Theurge."I know lad... but from what I have learned you just might get that chance."
Waiting till she was alittle closer he turned once more and kept moving.
corran)
*he wags his tail gently and softly leans aginst Zoe's legs leading her around a rock*(zoe)
. . . Corran's subtle directions shifting her path, avoiding the more painful of obstacles. A thud into free standing objects could be rather painful after all. . ."It is good to be out and walking again though. . .I used to take long ones nearly every day before."
(corran)
*He listens as they go. Useing those wolven sences to keep a figitive look out, but more with ears and nose.*(gabe)
The trailing wood finally opened upon the paved path that would lead them through the wood and into the Village. Time would be able to be gained here in this part of the journey, but it was as they approached the village and nearer to the township graveyard that he was given pause and reason to check things more closely...But that was still several miles off yet.
(zoe)
. . . The path a relief, even if she enjoyed romping through the wilderness. Now it ws just easier to walk where few things obstructed the way. Making a better time, with a better pace as things become more smooth for walking. . .
(harl)
a swing at his tail a slight brush of silken fur against silken fur. head turning to look at the other feet comming up short. the wairiness filling him a deep breath senting searching eyes looking in the shadows. searching the dark on edge low to ground a shadow hidden in shadows(corran)
*As they near the village he steps a bit to the side and SNAP reassumes his breed form. A tall man dressed in hiking boots fit slip fashion. Dark brown pants and a tan shirt under a dark blue leather jacket with pressed dimond patturn on it. In one hand is a tall Iron wood staff shod in iron with leather grips. He twirls it once and steps back to Zoes side gently offering her his forarm. He looks around the dark lime peel green eyes alert*(shadowplay)
Near silent the bootfall whispered along around him as he traversed the Barrens in quite a different direction than what Gabriel and Co. had taken. The longcoat swirled around his legs slowly, occasionally flicked up teasingly by the winds. A long, pale figure stooped in unforgiving blacks wandered these woods tonight.(nak)
jaw drops, allowing his tongue to touch the air, ears swiveling forward (perhaps it it a sense) as head draws towards shoulder in glance to the right, paws a careful sidestep to bump haunches with Harlequin (over there) the shadowcat, black as night, black as the abyss, black as secret's tainted death creeps towards a tree, shoulder pressing into rough bark, peering around it curiously at the man in black(harl)
shoulder rolls against shoulder head bumping his in silent achnowledgement before nodding towards the tree itself towards the branches above . such a human geasture from a form so sleekwhile nakhti presses himself to the wood harlequin climbs a slight click of claws on bark as he assends climbing up the way some would walk on a vertical... black fur and green eyes watching the figure from his higher perch. silent
(shadowplay)
Creeping-crawling: a disturbingly large spider wrests itself from the shadows of the longcoat, visible like a star or movement across the black material as it proceeds to climb its way slowly towards the man's neck and face. The boy-man, for he looked no older than perhaps sixteen, raised a gloved hand and brushes long fine strands of raven hair back over one shoulder, freeing it for the spider to take perch, as that seemed to be his ultimate destination. He pauses at the faint scrabbling sound of claws sinking into the tender bark of pine and birch, cocking his head to one side and dark eyes slip-sliding across the shadowed scene.(nak)
long tail sweeps over the frozen ground, deathly still save the slowest draw of breath, watching the young man intently, muscles twitching through shoulders and back, intently curious seeing the spider take its perch(harl)
eyebrows would climb if he had them that dark gaze drifting over the man below the way the spider crawls the closeness he seems to share with it. and to think before that he thought it was attractive. muscles relax slowly ever so slowly ready to move paused on the edge of action he watches silent waiting,(shadowplay)
A flicker-flash of glowing red for a minute passage of time that then dulls as quickly as it shined through the bleakness... he pauses, stooping down and touching a hand to the game trail under foot.(nak)
there's an inhalation, a slow deep breath, and senses expand before what would be brows on a human wrinkle in thought(sense primal nature on damien)
(harl)
he too draws in a deep breath a teasing breath to bring to him both the sent and taste a combination drinking him in through olfactory senses adding it to the sight of him and the sound(shadowplay)
There was the faint tease of the scent of lily of the valley winding on the wind that whipped past the crouched figure. He was uncannily silent and almost unnaturally still with the press of age wallowing around his figure.(nak)
those brows furrow further, if such a thing is possible on a feline to frown, pink tongue slides along a canine in silent thought, and his head lifts to his companion, whiskers flaring as black lips draw back from bright teeth, tongue curling up between canines to show only the fang-like appearance in the dappled moonlight (vampire) the sole way he knows how without hands to make the signs(harl)
his own brow furrows at the silent conversation, the hidden meaning only guessed at if it what it means and even then not truely sure what to make of it. wishes they where somewhere they could talk... yet he is reluctant also to give up the chance this is almost as much fun as teasing that one who wears warpaint. waiting watching for now content to watch the stranger below.(shadowplay)
He rises smoothly from the crouch and wipes his soil dampened fingers along the material of the longcoat and then continues his slow gaited walk through the trees of the lonely barrens.(nak)
hungry for knowledge, ravenous for knowledge, as the slim dark figure walks on, the shadow melts away from the tree with but a glance up to his companion, carefully stalking this newfound prey(harl)
he moves through the trees branches with as much ease as others walk the ground feet silent on his wooden walkways. climbing lower slowly decending so better able to follow. the shadowy figure until he too is on the ground walking with the shadowcat pacing him while stalking thier prey(gift: silent stalking)
(shadowplay)
Whether he is aware of not of the preadtors stalking his passage through the barrens he gives no indication either which way. Silence and unnatural flowing grace, moving through the haunted pines.(nakhti)
shoulders roll in smooth sweeps with each step, where Harlequin uses his gift to be silent, the shadowcat naturally moves as quietly as a tomb, even over the gravel and dirt and twigs and latent ice, there is not a sound that comes from the generations of spies and haunters, he follows as a part of darkness itself - though has no doubts he has been noticed(harl)
*(you doubting my abilities to stak you silently without gifts?) his opinion one should never be to careful and that is the main reason he employs his gifts, that and a stray twig could be thier undoing. like liquid patches of the night the two cats stalk thier prey. long and sleek the heavily muscled form of the big cat moves like water across the earth, padded feet touching the ground lightly spreading to absorb the impact and the sound. (not that he needs it cause hes cheating) falling back far enough that darkness will hide him. following with nose and ears as much if not more than sight.(shadowplay)
"At least have the common courtesy to show yourself," he states, pausing in his movement, his soft voice and expectedly tainted by the youth of his looks, but still it was entwined with the heaviness of a long passage of years that brooked no want for games this night. He'd already dealt with the Elder Fianna who'd made no bones about what he thought of his presence out here in the wilderlands, he had no wish to continue a little charade with whatever else may call the Barrens home.(nakhti)
there's a tilt of his head, as if nodding to some silent conversation within himself (courtesy enough), and the cat moves smoothly through the brush, even when it combs through non-reflective fur the branches do not rustle, pads spread on the beaten path the vampire travels, two steps taken to reveal himself and haunches sink to the ground, sitting as Bast before her people, angular head held high, slender shoulders evenly settled, tail sweeping to wrap across his paws, hazel eyes the only glitter from the large, thin feline silently watching the man(ra'gon)
He had left the vardo and passed briefly thru the Gaunlet to traverse only momentarly a short cut through the penumbra. Exiting in the Barren's wood, his eyes adjusting for the night began their scan for a particular root.(harl)
he looks to nakhti leaving it to him what they should do for now eyes searching in question before nodding when his descision is made. willing to take his lead.he watches as the other flows forwards stepping into the others sight. watches and listens to him show yourself implies only one. yet he is reluctant and he could be wrong. letting him draw ahead he reverts to human form from one step to the next the human face pushing from under fur as it shrinks back into skin into clothes.
the feline grace carries over as the young man (is he much older than you appear) steps into the clearing comming to stand next to the other cat head tilting to the side as he looks at you.dressed in fatigues doen in shades of black white and grey (there for fashion not for camoflage) and a black woolen long sleeve top so tight his body can easily be seen beneath it the flat plains and smooth curves of the lithe figure the slightest of bumps due to his navel peircing.. a necklace shows through dark hair like ravens wings framing olive skinned face and chocolate eyes. he doesnt say a word just comes to rest next to the cat(shadowplay)
Curious... He cants his head to the side in an all too feline gesture and gazes down at the miniature Bast-like creature that broke through the undergrowth and sat regarding him in a similar nature."Thank you." He was ever polite, even to the animals, although this particular cat seemed to show an uncanny intelligence as it had understood the request without the aid of any... coersive... means. He lifts his dark eyes to the young man that followed shortly thereafter, unnatural stillness settling over him as he regards the addition to the 'little party' in a moment of silence. He slowly inclines his head, a vague welcoming nod for Harlequin.
(nak)
the cat's head tilts, at the gratification expressed, at the mimicing and familiar cant of head, as if some polite assertion of further understanding, and when Harlequin stops beside him, there's a shift of weight, the tail flicks, weight moving to sweep around them and curl, instead, around his companion's anklethere is curiosity in its regal gaze and posture, but no hostility
(ra'gon)
::Though hearing was impaired, his nose was uncanny. That residual scent lingered high on a swift downwind. The strange brother had just recently passed...yet another scent accompanied him upon that gust coming downwind. His eye instinctively twitched and casted itself to linger towards it. The origin of that draft, up aways abit. He pondered only a moment should he attempt to engage with him or continue with his present task of root searching he had intended.::(harl)
an eyebrow raises ever so slightly at the lack of greeting for him too, as hands drag delicatly through nakhtis fur scratching gently behind his ears (that place thats just oh so hard to reach) before flowing down his spine drifting off at that point where one would have to lean down to go lower part acknowledgement of his presense part lovers carress the geasture is a familiar one as if he has shared much with this cat the way he touches him in that almost casual manner there is no hostility no anger nothing but an burning curiousity barely hidden in green eyes.(shadowplay)
He raises dark gloved hand up, steepling the finger together and resting his chin on the soft tips as he regards his stalkers for another silently contemplative moment. His midnight eyes float from one to the other, seeming to gaze at them and then through them as is seeking answers on another more spiritual level before he speaks again. If nothing else, the lack of hostility was appreciated. He'd already had enough of the pompous grandstanding violence of the Fianna child-Elder."Why, may I ask, were you given to following me?"
One his shoulder the oversized spider creep-crawls through several whispering spider-web strands of raven hair, lifting its front legs up into a postured stance, it's venemous nature all to apparent to those who knew someting about arachnids and nature in general.
(ra'gon()
::His mind made set, a compromise of sorts. His feet began him slowly towards the origin of the gust. Having decided not to intrude should the strange prala be..well entertaining privately...and thus give him leave to finish his searching. Though if it seemed to the contrary, he would be polite and call before his advance through the night after spotting him::(nakhti)
hazel eyes flicker towards the spider, chin lifting as head seeks to remain under the fond tickle of Harl's fingers - it knows about arachnids, and it ventures no closerin fact the animal seems rather protective of the human beside him, very tip of it's tail tapping thoughtfully against the ground, calmly and curiosly watching the man with his animal world companion, and in a moment, there is a movement that is strikingly decisive: whiskers slowly flare (curiosity) in a silent answer
(harl)
eyes watch them both the spider and the man head tilting as if to beter capture the words eyes moving as if could see the movement on them in the air. the movement of the cat at his side captivating drinking it down (sensation junkie well almost) finally turning back to the one who asked the question
"mere chance meant our path shadowed your own" his voice is sensous soft like velvet. like the fur under his fingers. purrrring from between lips"and what brings you out into the night all alone"
(shadowplay)
"You have an exceptional form," he speaks again, addressing the creature curling it's tail protectively around the legs of the young man beside him. He spoke to the cat as if he was absolutely certain that it could understand his words, not making the referral to Harlequin as if he through the midnight cat was a mere pet. He then looks over at Harlequin, canting his head to the other side curiousity reflected in his own look and stance."I sought something; someone."
(nak)
there's a leisurely blink of hazel eyes (I know) or two (thank you) seeming to appreciate being treated as a highly intelligent creature and no mere familiar, and an ear flickers back and forward again (who..)(harl)
it is not a pet but rather an equal that he treats nakhti his is the familiar embrace of someone who has shared many an intimate moments. he smiles as the cat aknowledges the compliments. "who did you seek? prehaps we could help" for a price of course.(shadowplay)
"He is not, for all appearances, in the Barrens, I believe. Should contacting him become more difficult I will merely press my attentions on his companions."He rolls a shoulder in a very bare shrug as if it hardly mattered in the end: given time and persiatance he would find what he was looking for. It was not as if he was beggard when it came to Time as mortals knew it.
(harl)
"prehaps... prehaps not yet if maybe we can at least direct you where to go next in your search." curiousity and all that wanting to know now more for the sake of it than actually trying to be of any true assistance although he will offer that as well to a certain extent. his eyes dark like richest of chocolate look at you watching. . "what made you think they could be found in the barrens"(shadowplay)
"Those of his ilk always tend to gravitate towards the more rural locations."He gently stroked the steepled fingers back and forther under his chin, strangly unblinking eyes keeping a careful vigil over both man and cat.
(ra'gon)
::Again his sense of hearing impaired, he relied solely upon his nose and eyes once again. Halting his approach with the first relevation of them had finally settled upon his eyes. Wishing to utilize two senses instead. With a cant of his head he watched the two shadowy forms twist and contort, they seemed neither hostile nor or a intimate sort.::"Prala?!" He shouts from afar.
(nak)
the tail flicks and plays across Harl's boots, the length of it a gentle buff against as it toys in idle thought, carefully watching the man as carefully as they are being watched, until that angular head twists to look back across a shoulder at the sudden hail from the darkness (prala?) blinking before looking back to his two companions(harl)
his haed tilts as the words came drifting out of the dark turning slowly to look in the direction of the voice. his voice pitched low looses a lot of that sultry tone but it is still there like an overtone... the words ringing out in romani loud clear. "how can i help you brother" before he turns an apologetic shrug all he offers to both nakhti and the stranger"(shadowplay)
His eyes slide inthe direction of the new voice and he takes a single step further back into the slip slide of cloying shadows cast by the overhang of trees and cloud hazed moonlight.(ra'gon)
::Struggling to hear clearly for any response to his call. Brows narrow as he does indeed hear something..but intelligible to him it was not.::"Prala? I am coming closer to hear you better" Shouting
(nak)
the sleek cat continues to sit, silently, now watching this brother that approaches them, though occasionally the gaze switches back to the vampire - whether out of concern or courtsey is not clear(harl)
how much dignity can one keep while yelling through the forest. he almost growls he finds his "cousin" infuriating mmost of the time yet call out he does again in romani "We will be here brother " turning to nakhti wispering for him "the wolf is family in his own way" and then a little louder "it is family that approaches i am sorry for the disturbance"(shadowplay)
The shadows spill over his pale features offset by the monochrome clothing, longcoat flapping loosely around his legs and his raven spider-wilk hair caught up and licked by the breeze. He remains disturbingly quiet, as if he were but a statue left to grow moss and vines in this haunted place.(ra'gon)
::Again hearing only muffled unintellible noise he indeed moves forward as he warned. Drawing up the distance that seperates him from them in the same silence in which he saught him originally before. Though the scent he encountered upon the gust of downwind was not the same coming from the now obscured in shadow second form. Confused, his step faulters in stride as his pace slows. This allowance given to himself is taxed wisely as he slowly advances. His nose working hard to justify the oddity before him...seeking, searching for the slightest shimmer of the first he encountered with the downwind. Finding it..though sensing it low upon the ground his eyes narrow in search of the third person he now had to account for.::(nak)
there's a flicker of one ear, a slow acknowledgement (allright) of the hushed words between them, and it seems a growing trend among the creatures swathed in black, the black cat and the black clothed man both infinitely, patiently, still and silent, there's the knowledge of the pharoah's hidden behind glimmering hazel eyes(harl)
he falls into a crouch sitting on his heels comfortable content like the human counterpart to the living statue that sits next to him the body pressed against his ever so slightly at hip and shoulder. protector protected who knows which they see each other probably both.(shadowplay)
...watch me watch you...He remains silently observing the arrival of the new comers on the scene.
(ra'gon)
::Settling only a few yards away from their collective place, assuring himself this distance was agreeble with his impairment while still remaining unobtrusive should they require his departure in hopes of retaining privacy they once shared between them.::"Hello Prala..I do hope I am not intruding, if so I will leave you...." His eyes strain to the forest floor for that scent he kept sensing on the downwind.."Three of you?"
::His eyes narrowing to pierce the darkness till the silhouttee of that rather large black cat came into his vision. Blinking once, twice. Mouth falling slightly agap and wide he simply gawks in amazement as well as confusion
(nak)
when Harl crouches next to him, the long tail sweeps across the ground, then recurls around his companion/partner's hips next to his, the slightest lean of shoulder against shoulder, there's a look in his eyes - regal - at the overt amazement of the newcomer, a lift of sculpted chin - he knows what he is, and he knows the impact it has when others realize it(harl)
"are you hunting flies Ra'gon? if not then i suggest you close your mouth a little"arm snaking out in that delicate way to again scratch the cat again more a lovers touch a carress, rocking forwards onto his knees almost like someone offering suplication. about to offer prayer to his god. or prehaps with his god. before sitting on his legs laid back relaxed or at least seeming so hand running over that tail that snakes around his waist.
(shadowplay)
A rippling chuckle from the young pale man that stood secluded in the drip of shadows beside one of the trees. A large arachnid creep crawled slowly along the thin spread of his shoulder, closing in towards the pale flesh of the young man's neck. Two legs were lifted, poised to strike, but the creature (large even for its species) seems to be poising the threat towards the two other men and the oversized midnight-pelted cat.(ta'gon)
::That agap mouth closes slowly, eyes still intent upon the feline who bore the touch of Bast. Another blink and his mouth opens slowly to let a query escape, yet nothing slips out their way. Remaining silent he closes his mouth again and turns his eyes towards the shadowy man, but only for a moment as his eyes strain their corners for a glimps at what he currently could not comprehend. Large spider! His head and eyes swiveling back to the man, one hand raised high to point at it.:: "Jesus christ man! Be still..there is something crawling on you"(shdowplay)
"I know," the effiminate male replies canting his head to one side (away from the tarantula type spider, of course). A ghost of a smile touches his pale lips as he lifts a gloved hand up and holds it before the spider that crawls with long gray-white legs onto the newly offered perch.(harl)
he doesnt like spiders not really. the only good thing about them is the way they crunch between teeth ... eyes watch the hand the play of muscles as hand is raised. the way the spider crawls onto its new perch. he watches Ra'gon actually the only one he doesnt watch is nakhti yet in the touch he can sense so much(nakhti)
there's a level match of hazel gaze, as if peering into the newcomer's soul (what is it that disturbs you, wolfen child) an unrelenting gaze that's both chilled as timeless ice and warm as the desert sands of home, the tail moves cobra within Harl's touch, but not a sound, not a reaction to the observation of the spiderbut then the oversized cat moves, tail sliding out from Harl's hand, angular grace melting to slide across the dunes as shoulders drop in the first step, liquid midnight traveling along the path towards Ra'gon, and those eyes never once waver in their stare, there's a slow breath, lungs filling in lean chest through smooth step and movement to circle the brother, taking in scent (the legends of shadow cat's stealing baby's breath) and perhaps so much more in this silent, predatory investigation, and perhaps salutation, before the animal returns to Harlequin's side
(ra'gon)
::Blinks:: "Oh...I mean..Oh..ok" ::Finishing with a grin and a shrug accepting that this shadowy figure was obviously one of those rare individuals who had a thing for strange pets. Besides, he had heard everything in America is bigger...but damn..that size? Tearing his gaze from the spider and towards Harl finally with a slight hint of miscomfort:: "Who's your friend?" ::Eyes darting down to the cat and suddenly he ponders if Harl is like him...a rare collecter of strange exotic pets. Yet he does not put forth any question upon the feline. After all it could be a spirit taken to form. But if so..why? What affinities does this Prala before me possess to allow him this? His head cants downwards while watching the movements of the cat towards and back aways from him.:: "Bast" ::Slightly inclining his head before returning his glance to Harl. Quickly speaking in an attempt to disguise his excitement of curiousity.:: "I am looking for some muskadine root."(sirena wylder)
Many roads crossed in the time it took her to travel up this far..
Many roads left behind in the wake of her passage.
Like Time.. It seemed to take forever to get from side of the continent to the other. From South to North.
Highways, back country roads. Dirt, gravel, and black asphalt. They were all the same to her. They led somewhere and yet nowhere all at once.
She kept on drifting, kept on running, just kept on..She moved with the silence of shadows upon the old trail, walking through the woods. Long, thin boned hands pulling lazily at the large, old brown trenchcoat (a man's coat) that envelops all of her lean, wiry-muscled frame.
Her head turned upward, squinting large, Green Jaded eyes to peer up at the cold, almost black skies, before lowering them upon her path once more.(shadowplay)
"Excuse me..." He inclines his head to Harlequin and just as respectfully to Nakhti, a flicker of midnight eyes at Ra'gon before he starts to backstep further into the shadows as if planning to escape this little tete-a-tete.(harl)
eyes look at you as the cat returns to him wrapping himself around the cat as it again returns that possessive (mine) reflex before leting it slide past with that casual touch. smiling as he looks to nakhti for permission to give his name. the silent comunication studied granted and the name whispered out between bestung lips as much a caresss as the touch purring from lips "this is nakhti." eyes widening at the mention of the name bast and then narrowing again. maybe now he will finanly get it. as for the herb he does not know it and if Nakhti does hes not exactly in the form to tell him. "i am sorry i would not know where to locate him"raising slowly to his feet he stretches body arching as he loosenes muscles stiff from sitting on the cold ground. a smile at nakhti
"we should head back, it is a long way home"(ra'gon)
"Please do not leave on my account. I will leave so you may continue your conversation. I apologize for the brief and untimely interruption." ::Feeling everyone's sudden urge to flee from his arrival. Well damn. (IC perception only). Slowly turning from them all:: "Till soon again then Prala"(shadowplay)
"More that my kind has a rather instinctual sense of preservation within your ilk's vicinity," a faint whisper of a chuckle from the shadows as he recedes further into clusters of Barren pines and birches.(harl)
*he flows across the ground making sure to hug Ra'gon an almost manly hug even if it doesnt last a little to long "it is not you brother. rather i really must be off i will return my bike again to the kampania tomorrow then we can talk"(ra'gon)
::Eyes narrow upon the odd farewell from the spider loving shadow fella. Naturally his head swiveling to cast his gaze back at his retreating form. Then back to Harl with his hug:: "ok Prala, I will wait to ask what you were doing out here? And who was that? On the morrow"(nak)
there's a look at the spider's man departing, a slow blink, the his attention returns to Harl, the permission granted in a language of expression, perhaps a glimmer of amusement in hazel eyes (so now you catch on) before the liquid feline stretches next to his companion, shoulder against his thigh to follow into the night(sirena)
A small stone skips across the road, kicked from underfoot of her boot. Hands flee the cold, tucking into the flannel warmth of deep pockets. The coat swaying around her, from constant movement. Dried leaves and twigs, long dead from the cold, snap and crunch underfoot as she steps on them. The noise made, to drive away, anything that might be lurking in the dark underbrush. One did not travel the roads alone without being too cautious, especially a young female as herself.A heavy mantle of dark, ebony curls gathered at the nape of her neck, a thin gauzy scarf of black material wrapped around her brow (gypsy-like) to keep her hair from falling into her face.
(harl)
((i really do have to go i wish i could stay sorry all)) *after hugging Ra'gon he flows off into the night. a dark speck followed by a shadow pressed close to his hip. the sound of a bike starting and wheels on gravel soon follow fading into the distance as they dissapear.(ra'gon)
Posted by nakhti at January 04, 2003 12:00 AM
"You will bring Bast's child with you then as well Prala?" ::He interjects::
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