Post by banshee on Jul 21, 2010 22:07:36 GMT -5
Nathyn was dressed to kill. Not really. but he knew that in a human's expression meant he was dressed for some type of action. Mostly he wanted to people watch and dance among the human masses again. And there was only one place to do this. Fang bangers. Among those vampries that amused him so. He locked up his loft and set out down the street dressed in a corset, cloth straps, rave pants and sneakers. He got a couple of looks from people as he walked and all he could do was ignore them. unless they were right in front of them. In which case he's slap their ass as he passed. Why not? They were the ones leering...
Nathyn made it past Tao with only a simple wave. tao scowled and called him back only to receive a one fingered salute. He had nothing to hide... this time. Besides Tao had his.. hands full with a group of giggling and blinged out women. One man wasn't a problem. Slipping inside Fang Bangers he weaved through the crowds effortlessly, his sights set on the small crowd of dancers about the dance floor. He wanted to slip and hide among them.. enjoy himself.
Jehan continued to pay little attention to Dinah at the moment though glance did flick to her jsut once then back to Deo," you know how Bink adores stories. But then that is how he is relearning how to live. I like telling his stories. I do all the voices. " he laughed softly
Deoridhe blinks at Dinah, utterly floored, then says, "You just insulted him. I mean, how would you feel if someone questioned your ability to worship your god, and said you were a monster?" She's reaching out, not really thinking about it, toward Jehan, touching the edge of his shirt; seeking reassurance. "He said your stories were wonderful," she says, secreting away the mention of Bink learning to live; that was for later questioning. "I used to tell stories when I was a teenagers - made up fairytales to the kids I babysat and stuff." She's dividing her attention, Dinah's visible suffering holding her attention as much as Jehan's laughter.
Hikaru felt that sadness within Aydryan and something else in his stirred, something he usually kept very well hidden and contained. But Aydryan's words had his head tipping back to look at him, an idea forming. "Maybe not so drastic.. no. Hopefully not. But..." He imparted his idea to his lover while his hold on him tightened further. It truly was a good thing at this point that neither of them needed to breathe.
Nathyn knew even with his eyes closed the bartenders and a couple of the security folk had their eyes on him. It wasn't like he had caused a fight within the establishment yet. He merely left the option for such... wide open with his attitude. What was so wrong with exciting the humans blood up once and awhile? He threw his body about to the heavy wailing of guitars and backbeat pulsing through the club. Dancing involved the full body and he was gonig to make sure every muscle of his got used to its fullest. Even if his goal was hiding in the crowd, he held nothing back in his dance movements.
Jehan slowly looked to Dinah and looked her up and down. He gave it a slow growing predatory tint to his study ,"How sharp words can be. would they be used the same upon one that you could tell had a heartbeat? If one never showed you fang or pallour would you cut as deep?" he slowly sat up and smiled at Dinah," Do you smell of blood? Do you carry that scent upon your hands as well as your soul? Surely you do as you reach in to crush each quiet heart you find with your condemnations and the weight of your own self pity. As if you were the only one to ever have a loved one die before you . "he flipped his hand at her in a dissmissive gesture" Maybe you should go back and pray to your so very unforgiving god and see what he tells you .
Aydryan smiled and shook his head slowly as he whispered, "I do not think she would be effected. She's blinded by her own loss and her fear. She doesn't want to see the truth." He leaned back slightly and settled his hand flat upon Hikaru's chest above his heart. "I need to let myself be a little colder, Ami......not let my humanity show quite so blatantly."
Nineve Ghost eventually rose from the table, cheesecake only half finished, the coffee gone. Perhaps she'd go to that FangBangers place....see what it was like. It hurt that she felt unwelcome at the Pack house. She missed family. Sighing quietly, she walked slowly and steadily toward Old Town.
Dinah head swirled with questions. Doubting ones. She'd actually seen the effects of crosses and such on vampires. It was what had saved her own life on that fateful night. The only thing. If God was so accepting of the undead then why that horrible bright burning and screaming t hat was imprinted on her mind. She'd heard holy water had a similar effect...No crosses allowed in this bar. The vampires were telling a good story, but something still didn't add up. Maybe they ran the church to atone for their own guilt. If they were atoning even that was something...not monsterous. "That wasn't my purpose in b eing here..to insult. But I don't have any better understanding than I did." She answered Deo. Me stops as Jehan addresses her, shocked. Her face crumbled. "I didn't love him," was all she said, turning to leave.
Deoridhe says, softly, "One thing I've learned - the only way to understand something is to have empathy for it; to let it into you." Her head drops a little to the side and her hands find her hair again, stroking the length of her ponytail.
Nineve Ghost stopped at the doors of Fangbangers and smiled at Tao as she lifted her arms, "No weapons or holy items, Honey." Then she stepped inside to be swallowed up by loud music and the laughter of others trying to have a good night. Somehow....it only made her feel more alone.
Hikaru nodded slowly and smiled at the tender touch. "Maybe we both need to be... harder and colder. Just.." his eyes narrowed slightly, meeting that turquoise gaze. "Not towards each other." His eyes slid to the side for an instant to the door that led to the roof, another idea forming as he slowly took a step back and offered Aydryan his arm with a mischievous smile. "Would you care to walk with me?"
Nathyn threw his body into the dance floor. He slid across it languidly, he rolled about a moment, before rollign the whole of his body like it were a piece of silk up near another dancer. They blinked, caught off guard by his movements, yet he never gave them a second glance. Back on hsi feet he was back to his own full bodied, muscles at his beck and call dancing of release.
Aydryan took that offered arm, "It would be my pleasure, Sir." He smiled quietly as they both moved toward the door, up the stairs and out into the night air.
Jehan sniffed a little and turned away from her back to Deo," When one holds only death and pain and poison inside. There is no room for anything new. Oe needs to be drained of it all to let the better things fill them up but now about you Deo. I know you collect the fairy stories . They give you flight even when you arent wearing your wings. what other stories do you collect?
Deoridhe looks after Dinah, almost getting up to follow her, but... she knew Dinah wanted nothing of her, and she had promised time with Jehan, a drink, perhaps an explanation. "Ahh... I don't know that I collect," she says. "I just love them, and remember them. It's like they... they live inside me in a way other things don't." She looks back at him, adding, "Everyone is a story, with more stories inside of them."
Jehan flopped back on the lounge again watching her with a smile,"and here you are getting ready to run away from all these stories you have yet to explore and how many stories you have within even yourself that will not come out or willb e lsot because you are seeking to leave us ?
Deoridhe colors, uncertainly, "I'm not... I mean, I...." She sags a little bit, shifting more on the couch so she can lean on the wall. "I don't want to leave," she admits. "I'm just... increasinly sure that if I stay, I'll die. And there may have been times I wanted to die, but... not like that. Not screaming in pain." She shivers, remembering the fear and pain, her eyes focused on some memory and not where she is right now.
Nathyn just as quickly as he paraded in to start dancing. He stopped. Standing in the center of the dancefloor he watched the people dancing all around him and sighed. beings so lost in their own worlds and musics. He chuckled dryly and slipped from the dance floor. His energies were still too high and pent up. He knew what that meant. He needed release... and that could only be attained... elsewhere.
Nathyn walked in a heightened pace until he made it over the first hill. The forest sang, but not that many would notice that. Even the vampires and shifters... they couldn't really know what a forest felt and sounded like. They couldn't feel the earth's heartbeat and pains like he could. He smiled, reaching out to pet at a tree as he let himself go. He dropped the glamour and in that moment left the painter behind into the shadowed darkness that was Unseelie.
Nineve Ghost: stopped dancing as well. There was nothing to be done about it. She would go out to the woods, find the Lupanar and sleep there tonight. Perhaps she might find her answers by morning. Besides, she would be stronger at the Lupanar, strong with Munin or not. She moved slowly out of the city and deeper into the wood.
Banshee hummed as he walked past the vines near the sithen. They hissed and licked his flesh as he passed but did not attack or cut at him. They knew him. KNew his scent and feel as any of the Fae. Tip toeing over the stones of the water he waved to the tree at the sithen's base, its hollow. "Evening Love... I hope you're living well..."
Banshee walked into the Sithen with a purpose. He sneered and shooed the Fae that always dwelled within from all their naggign and worries and went straight for the area that held his.... toys. He grab two, a bottle and dart and sat on the ground as he continued his hummin. Uncorking the bottle he slipped the dart in, letting the needle edge of it soak into the thick liquid within. The color of the metal changed and darkened and he smiled, satisfied with the look. Corking hte bottle, he tucked it away and looked over his shoulder to a looming brownie. "I anyone cares to know.. I am going hunting. Alert a tanner...." With that he put the dart into his mouth and grabbed out one dagger. He was hoping for a deer... or a fox. something with a bit of spirit. He still had energy to burn.
Banshee walked into the Sithen with a purpose. He sneered and shooed the Fae that always dwelled within from all their naggign and worries and went straight for the area that held his.... toys. He grab two, a bottle and dart and sat on the ground as he continued his hummin. Uncorking the bottle he slipped the dart in, letting the needle edge of it soak into the thick liquid within. The color of the metal changed and darkened and he smiled, satisfied with the look. Corking hte bottle, he tucked it away and looked over his shoulder to a looming brownie. "I anyone cares to know.. I am going hunting. Alert a tanner...." With that he put the dart into his mouth and grabbed out one dagger. He was hoping for a deer... or a fox. something with a bit of spirit. He still had energy to burn.
Banshee slipped back out the sithen, noting the change in the time, he crept out through the roots, silently lingering in the shadows. He slipped through the tall grasses and up the cliffside to perch at the base of a tree overlooking a small grassy meadow by the Sithen's base. From there, he removed the dart from his mouth and held it at the ready in his hand and watched the shadows and waited....
Banshee The shadows cast throug hthe trees by the moonlight danced on the fields as a gentle summer breeze caressed the grass with its cold, loving touch. There were a pair of owls nesting in the trees overhead. They spoke to each other of their nights and the field mice that squeaked and quivered in terror beneath the mossy shelter of a fallen branch. Howling was echoing in the distance, too pure to be mistaken for a shifter. and finally, in the clearing, two deer, a Buck and Doe, made their way from the stream.
Banshee whispered in an older tongue as he crawled along the hillside, face first. he kept tothe shadows and slithered along the stone as the deer began to grze the grass. The Buck was the first of the two to look up. It's misfortune. FOr as it did, his glowing eyes locked with the beasts and his spell began. The dance between he and that young buck began in a violet whirl. The Buck began to huff, pacing in a tight circle as the winds to him alone picked up and the howling began. it was shrill and hollow, frightening it so much it couldn't find the will to run. The Doe heard nothing, yet the behavior of the buck frightened her so much she did run, off into the deeper forests to live another day. The buck rear and charged at a tree, getting lost and confused as the sounds grew louder, the wind grew colder and the shrieking... the shrieking froze its soul. Then.. and only then... did the Banshee set his dart free. Shooting through the night sky to stick into the neck of the Buck.
Banshee the scream the buck gave echoed i nthe night. The owls quieted and huddled together in fear. A field mouse fell dead beneath the branch. There was no sound. Not even from the wind. Banshee stood and walked leisurely down the hillside as the buck stumbled and moaned, falling to his knees, and then to its side. It raised its head as Banshee neared and shook his antlers at him, trying to stand and strke, but lacking the muscles to do so. He shushed the beast silently as he reached out and took hold of the mighty horns, shaking it once and holding the head steady as he spoke down to it. "Gentle brother, you will die all too quickly, though fear not, for the pain will be brief and little. The worst is over. Be thankful brother you die by my hand and not that of mortal who would see you as nothing less than a beast." He let go of one horn to reach out and pet the snout of the dying deer, but only briefly. "You have served the forests well, brother. I commend you. Rest peacefully." He smiled, a cruel smile as he took hold the horns again. THe buck tried to shake him off, his he was well grounded. takign a step back, he settled his footing and with one quick and toned yank, his body twisted, the head of the deer jerkign with it. He snapped the neck andspun the head a good 270 degrees. That putrid sound of bone snapping and fesh tearing only made him swoon and coo as he he breathed in the scent of death and relished that moment where the earth held her breath.... in respects for the dead.
Banshee let go of the horns to allow the head to fall to the ground. He moved around teh buck's body, stepping close. He nuzzled the cooling flesh as his hands ran along the buck's side to pet the hide again. He would drag it as it was into the sithen, but first off.. he wanted his prize. He withdrew his dagger and pierced the chest of the buck, cutting through the meat and bone to carve out its heart. His arms stained with its blood as he pulled the stillorgan out and he triled breathily to its sight. Sweet victory. He licked the meat as he sat back oon the ground and bit into it, ripping a piece to chew within his mouth. Not all of his kind so enjoyedthe taste of raw meat, but he... had a strange fondness for it.
Ro scittered and scamplered through the bushes and undergrowth easily. Long toes and fingers grabbed at roots and branches when he flung himself into the trees, then to the ground, hopping across a small vee that led to the bridge, then ducked down, freezing for an instant when the Buck screamed. He quickly scampered behind some nearby rocks and watched to blue haired Fae dispatch the deer quickly enough, overly slanted eyes narrowing at the sight. So there were other Fae here besides the few he knew of already. Silently he pulled back for a moment, doing what he had always done in this instance, then drew his bow from his back along with a single arrow. When he peered back around the rock, he held the bow at the ready, but the arrow was yet, un-notched. His eyes narrowed further, watching the man sit down and the sight alone of what he held had a sound caught in his throat, his mouth salivating. A long slender tongue slipped out from between his lips and flicked, tasting the air.
Banshee had consumed half of the Heart when he decided he had his fill. He held the remained of the organ in his heart as he stood up. Taking the Buck by its horns he began to drag it back through the fields towards the SIthen. He took a few steps in this manner before he grew impatient. He moved about the body to pick it up. it would be messier for him.. butthere were falls to bathe in. He crouched into the body, the focus of himself being lost by the mass of deer and grass as his eyes caught the sight of something shining across the creek, in the hills past it. That glimmer was not there before. He held his spot, his ears flattening back as he studied it and kept himself at the ready.... just for now. He had not lived as long as he had for brash decisions.
Ro shifted, sliding the bow forward and sighting down his arm while he notched the arrow, the tip beginning to glow softly in the dim light. "Sreangach, I shoot you out of honor, not to harm or bleed. Fly well." He spoke to the bow and arrow as if it were alive and deserved respect, and that it did. Pulling back the string he kept his aim, seeing the man freeze and look his way, a small smile forming on his lips before his held his breath, and released it with the string, the soft twang echoing out after the arrow flew to the Fae's feet, embedding itself in the ground instead of flesh. Only then did he breath again and stand, the bow held loosely at his side, his free hand rising up to salute the man with a small bow at the waist. It was a sign of respect for his kill, not an act of aggression.
Banshee followed the arch of the arrow even as it zipped pasted his side to pierce the earth. blood from the heart in his mouth dripped onto it as he looked down at it, studying the features of it intently. Slowly standing he turned to look at the figure in the distance now saluting and bowing. He did not smile. It was not in his manner to do so, but he did bow his head in thanks. It was part of the unspoken truths of the forests. One did not insult a hunt well played. The killing dance was to always be respected, least you sought to join in the dance and become one of the fallen.
Ro slipped his bow onto his back once more, his eyes never leaving the other man. He straightened again, his head quirking oddly while his tongue slipped unbidden from his lips again, flicking in the sir in front of his face and slipping back in. He was waiting for something, not entirely sure what. Bloodied silver eyes slipped away from the man for an instant, glancing down to the rocks below, then the bridge and back, his head still quirked and tilted.
Banshee chomped down on the heart in his mouth and lifted the buck up, lugging the dead weight across the fields. He would not make it the entire way one trial, but he could make a few. He knew it had to move fast. the other animals of the forest were drawing near, those that ate of meat as he did, were gonig to vie for scraps, or the body. He cared little if they got it or not, however his need for energy had been well used, and he had said... he would bring it back. He was keeping his word.
Ro watched as the man walked out of sight, around his viewing ability blocked by the rocks. A small hop and little scuffle and he was climbing up them easily, up to the top to watch, a low trilling escaping his throat at the sight of so much flesh merely walking away from him. Granted, he could hunt on his own, bring down his own just as easily, but he was still drawn to it like the moth. Besides, once he left, he would have to go down and get his arrow.
Banshee walked, stopped, breathed, picked up, walked stopped breathed and picked up. This slow moving process got him to the first roots of the Sithen. They began to reach out and coil about him and his prize. He hissed to the roots and slapped one with a blood hand. "Help! not Hinder!" he grumbled to the roots. they shrank back and at least, for the passage of the pathway down, they carried the dead buck for him inside the entranceway.
Ro perked his ears at the roots, having not really ventured o that side of the river before. He glanced down at the rocks, glanced up at the man, down at the rocks, before he stepped off, jumping down the rocks and scampering to the lowest, then jumped the river, climbed up the rocks on the other side and slipped into the grass just above the entrance and the roots, peering down at them a moment before hoisting his body over the ridge and into the small ravine. He tentatively reached out toward the roots, knowing what they could do, but unsure if they would react to him, or not.
Banshee the roots had wills of their own and would always act accordingly to them. In Banshee's case, they paid him no more mind. He was safe to and from them. He stood there, undoing the straps about his arms and on the outfit he wore. It was bloodstained and drying and he disliked the feel of sticky leather. so off the clothes went. As each was removed he handed it to the roots , listening as they hissed and threw the articles of clothing into the entracne way as well. He glanced over his shoulder once to the other man, now much closer. He looked unphased by his nearness, but that could of well been a hidden emotion. He rarely showed emotions as it was.
Ro watched as a root wrapped around his forearm, the thorns cutting into his skin making him hiss softly under his breath, then it simply pulled away. Narrowed eyes watched as clothing was discarded, but he didn't react other than give him an appraising look and a nod. He kept his mouth smartly closed, ignoring the small scratches on his arm.
Banshee would have completely striped there were it not for the roots reaction to the stalker. Bother... he frowned and walked furhter in, stopping at the base of hte entrance to kick off both his shoes and leave them in a pile at the side. After that his pants were quick to follow and well.. that was all he wore. His bare feet glided over the grass as he stepped over the buck's body and dragged him cltohless to the siten's entrance door.
Ro kept his eyes warily on the roots that slithered around him, but didn't touch as he followed him in, narrowing his eyes at the buck. He skipped across the rocks, picking up the clothing as he went and bundling it under one arm, then crouched down at the tail end of the deer, reaching then pausing and looking up at the Fae. Waiting for his approval of him helping, or not.
Banshee looked over his shoulder, mostly to marvel at the deer again. he blinekd to find.. his little stalker still stalking..with his clothes. He had to ponder if the being sniffed them, but with the look he gave him. He was sure taht was not the case. "Well, go on then it certainly won't kick you." He could make it appear so with his glamour.. if he wanted, but all he had on his mind was a long, long soak. He reached an arm out steadying the deer on his side as he knocked on the door for it to open. The glow about it was enchanting. Once opened, help or not he was lugging that poor dead deer within.
Ro looped the hind legs over his shoulder, taking some of the weight and awkwardness from the Fae and blinked at the door, hesitating for a split second before he stepped inside. "A Sithen... here?" He quickly snapped his mouth shut after the outburst. With the roots he wasn't sure what to expect but a Sithen was on the low end of that scale.
Banshee set the deer down as two brownies, one being the last he spoke to and the Tanner, a Sidhe mixed male approached them. "I said the same when I was sent here. This is nothing like the Court itself. It is more primitive, like a tribe of like blooded. I intend to see it stays that way. Besides..." he trailed off as he watched teh brownies struggling with the buck. "all of the Fae here seem to like it. Why mess with a good home."
Ro blinked at the two brownies, eying the one more than the other, but his eyes were drawn forward again to the Sithen mound. "I... " he glaned to the fae, realizing just how close he had stepped to him and took a sideways step away, just to be safe. " Were you asking my opinion.. or was it rhetorical?"
Banshee grinned, though the grin itself was dark and playful. "both." he lifted his blood stained chin and shrugged. "If it is your liking,stay as you need. eat as you will... if you come to blows and kill another here... be sure you handle all death rites properly. Otherwise, enjoy yourself." He bowed to the stalker and moved through the grass passed those gathered about the buck for its.... cleaning.
Ro frowned watching him start to walk away and began to trail after him, still frowning. "Why would you want me here?"
Banshee didn't look back as Ro spoke. He still kept his slow moving walk of intent. "Why not? You are living. you are of the Fae? Most here are mixed blood themselves."
Ro stopped just short of the entry arch blinking at him. "Doubtfully like me, Ssssir." he blew at his bangs that got in his face and eyes, letting the first layer of his glamor go, his chin tilting up proudly. There was no mistaking what he was now.
Banshee shrugged gently. "This is not a Court. It never will be, therfore, what rules apply to a Court shall never happen here. They can't. FOr if they do, then the King and Queen themselves would be down upon us all. Think of this place likea refuge. Why are all those in hiding going to alert themselves to the royalties... of ANY of the Courts. Everyone here prefers to live on their own... so because of this it is more.. open to all walks of Fae... not always as peaceful... but open." He stopped and looked back at ro. "Any other questions?"
Ro blinked, his chin gradually lowering as he spoke and explained things, then he shook his head quickly over and over. "No.... Yes." His head tilted in his own confusion. "What is your name?"
Banshee blinked as he watched to smaller figure. "the Banshee." He said simply. He lowered his head, bowing his head to Ro before he turned and continued on his path. Did he need a name? not really. If it was called though, he would not complain.
Nathyn made it past Tao with only a simple wave. tao scowled and called him back only to receive a one fingered salute. He had nothing to hide... this time. Besides Tao had his.. hands full with a group of giggling and blinged out women. One man wasn't a problem. Slipping inside Fang Bangers he weaved through the crowds effortlessly, his sights set on the small crowd of dancers about the dance floor. He wanted to slip and hide among them.. enjoy himself.
Jehan continued to pay little attention to Dinah at the moment though glance did flick to her jsut once then back to Deo," you know how Bink adores stories. But then that is how he is relearning how to live. I like telling his stories. I do all the voices. " he laughed softly
Deoridhe blinks at Dinah, utterly floored, then says, "You just insulted him. I mean, how would you feel if someone questioned your ability to worship your god, and said you were a monster?" She's reaching out, not really thinking about it, toward Jehan, touching the edge of his shirt; seeking reassurance. "He said your stories were wonderful," she says, secreting away the mention of Bink learning to live; that was for later questioning. "I used to tell stories when I was a teenagers - made up fairytales to the kids I babysat and stuff." She's dividing her attention, Dinah's visible suffering holding her attention as much as Jehan's laughter.
Hikaru felt that sadness within Aydryan and something else in his stirred, something he usually kept very well hidden and contained. But Aydryan's words had his head tipping back to look at him, an idea forming. "Maybe not so drastic.. no. Hopefully not. But..." He imparted his idea to his lover while his hold on him tightened further. It truly was a good thing at this point that neither of them needed to breathe.
Nathyn knew even with his eyes closed the bartenders and a couple of the security folk had their eyes on him. It wasn't like he had caused a fight within the establishment yet. He merely left the option for such... wide open with his attitude. What was so wrong with exciting the humans blood up once and awhile? He threw his body about to the heavy wailing of guitars and backbeat pulsing through the club. Dancing involved the full body and he was gonig to make sure every muscle of his got used to its fullest. Even if his goal was hiding in the crowd, he held nothing back in his dance movements.
Jehan slowly looked to Dinah and looked her up and down. He gave it a slow growing predatory tint to his study ,"How sharp words can be. would they be used the same upon one that you could tell had a heartbeat? If one never showed you fang or pallour would you cut as deep?" he slowly sat up and smiled at Dinah," Do you smell of blood? Do you carry that scent upon your hands as well as your soul? Surely you do as you reach in to crush each quiet heart you find with your condemnations and the weight of your own self pity. As if you were the only one to ever have a loved one die before you . "he flipped his hand at her in a dissmissive gesture" Maybe you should go back and pray to your so very unforgiving god and see what he tells you .
Aydryan smiled and shook his head slowly as he whispered, "I do not think she would be effected. She's blinded by her own loss and her fear. She doesn't want to see the truth." He leaned back slightly and settled his hand flat upon Hikaru's chest above his heart. "I need to let myself be a little colder, Ami......not let my humanity show quite so blatantly."
Nineve Ghost eventually rose from the table, cheesecake only half finished, the coffee gone. Perhaps she'd go to that FangBangers place....see what it was like. It hurt that she felt unwelcome at the Pack house. She missed family. Sighing quietly, she walked slowly and steadily toward Old Town.
Dinah head swirled with questions. Doubting ones. She'd actually seen the effects of crosses and such on vampires. It was what had saved her own life on that fateful night. The only thing. If God was so accepting of the undead then why that horrible bright burning and screaming t hat was imprinted on her mind. She'd heard holy water had a similar effect...No crosses allowed in this bar. The vampires were telling a good story, but something still didn't add up. Maybe they ran the church to atone for their own guilt. If they were atoning even that was something...not monsterous. "That wasn't my purpose in b eing here..to insult. But I don't have any better understanding than I did." She answered Deo. Me stops as Jehan addresses her, shocked. Her face crumbled. "I didn't love him," was all she said, turning to leave.
Deoridhe says, softly, "One thing I've learned - the only way to understand something is to have empathy for it; to let it into you." Her head drops a little to the side and her hands find her hair again, stroking the length of her ponytail.
Nineve Ghost stopped at the doors of Fangbangers and smiled at Tao as she lifted her arms, "No weapons or holy items, Honey." Then she stepped inside to be swallowed up by loud music and the laughter of others trying to have a good night. Somehow....it only made her feel more alone.
Hikaru nodded slowly and smiled at the tender touch. "Maybe we both need to be... harder and colder. Just.." his eyes narrowed slightly, meeting that turquoise gaze. "Not towards each other." His eyes slid to the side for an instant to the door that led to the roof, another idea forming as he slowly took a step back and offered Aydryan his arm with a mischievous smile. "Would you care to walk with me?"
Nathyn threw his body into the dance floor. He slid across it languidly, he rolled about a moment, before rollign the whole of his body like it were a piece of silk up near another dancer. They blinked, caught off guard by his movements, yet he never gave them a second glance. Back on hsi feet he was back to his own full bodied, muscles at his beck and call dancing of release.
Aydryan took that offered arm, "It would be my pleasure, Sir." He smiled quietly as they both moved toward the door, up the stairs and out into the night air.
Jehan sniffed a little and turned away from her back to Deo," When one holds only death and pain and poison inside. There is no room for anything new. Oe needs to be drained of it all to let the better things fill them up but now about you Deo. I know you collect the fairy stories . They give you flight even when you arent wearing your wings. what other stories do you collect?
Deoridhe looks after Dinah, almost getting up to follow her, but... she knew Dinah wanted nothing of her, and she had promised time with Jehan, a drink, perhaps an explanation. "Ahh... I don't know that I collect," she says. "I just love them, and remember them. It's like they... they live inside me in a way other things don't." She looks back at him, adding, "Everyone is a story, with more stories inside of them."
Jehan flopped back on the lounge again watching her with a smile,"and here you are getting ready to run away from all these stories you have yet to explore and how many stories you have within even yourself that will not come out or willb e lsot because you are seeking to leave us ?
Deoridhe colors, uncertainly, "I'm not... I mean, I...." She sags a little bit, shifting more on the couch so she can lean on the wall. "I don't want to leave," she admits. "I'm just... increasinly sure that if I stay, I'll die. And there may have been times I wanted to die, but... not like that. Not screaming in pain." She shivers, remembering the fear and pain, her eyes focused on some memory and not where she is right now.
Nathyn just as quickly as he paraded in to start dancing. He stopped. Standing in the center of the dancefloor he watched the people dancing all around him and sighed. beings so lost in their own worlds and musics. He chuckled dryly and slipped from the dance floor. His energies were still too high and pent up. He knew what that meant. He needed release... and that could only be attained... elsewhere.
Nathyn walked in a heightened pace until he made it over the first hill. The forest sang, but not that many would notice that. Even the vampires and shifters... they couldn't really know what a forest felt and sounded like. They couldn't feel the earth's heartbeat and pains like he could. He smiled, reaching out to pet at a tree as he let himself go. He dropped the glamour and in that moment left the painter behind into the shadowed darkness that was Unseelie.
Nineve Ghost: stopped dancing as well. There was nothing to be done about it. She would go out to the woods, find the Lupanar and sleep there tonight. Perhaps she might find her answers by morning. Besides, she would be stronger at the Lupanar, strong with Munin or not. She moved slowly out of the city and deeper into the wood.
Banshee hummed as he walked past the vines near the sithen. They hissed and licked his flesh as he passed but did not attack or cut at him. They knew him. KNew his scent and feel as any of the Fae. Tip toeing over the stones of the water he waved to the tree at the sithen's base, its hollow. "Evening Love... I hope you're living well..."
Banshee walked into the Sithen with a purpose. He sneered and shooed the Fae that always dwelled within from all their naggign and worries and went straight for the area that held his.... toys. He grab two, a bottle and dart and sat on the ground as he continued his hummin. Uncorking the bottle he slipped the dart in, letting the needle edge of it soak into the thick liquid within. The color of the metal changed and darkened and he smiled, satisfied with the look. Corking hte bottle, he tucked it away and looked over his shoulder to a looming brownie. "I anyone cares to know.. I am going hunting. Alert a tanner...." With that he put the dart into his mouth and grabbed out one dagger. He was hoping for a deer... or a fox. something with a bit of spirit. He still had energy to burn.
Banshee walked into the Sithen with a purpose. He sneered and shooed the Fae that always dwelled within from all their naggign and worries and went straight for the area that held his.... toys. He grab two, a bottle and dart and sat on the ground as he continued his hummin. Uncorking the bottle he slipped the dart in, letting the needle edge of it soak into the thick liquid within. The color of the metal changed and darkened and he smiled, satisfied with the look. Corking hte bottle, he tucked it away and looked over his shoulder to a looming brownie. "I anyone cares to know.. I am going hunting. Alert a tanner...." With that he put the dart into his mouth and grabbed out one dagger. He was hoping for a deer... or a fox. something with a bit of spirit. He still had energy to burn.
Banshee slipped back out the sithen, noting the change in the time, he crept out through the roots, silently lingering in the shadows. He slipped through the tall grasses and up the cliffside to perch at the base of a tree overlooking a small grassy meadow by the Sithen's base. From there, he removed the dart from his mouth and held it at the ready in his hand and watched the shadows and waited....
Banshee The shadows cast throug hthe trees by the moonlight danced on the fields as a gentle summer breeze caressed the grass with its cold, loving touch. There were a pair of owls nesting in the trees overhead. They spoke to each other of their nights and the field mice that squeaked and quivered in terror beneath the mossy shelter of a fallen branch. Howling was echoing in the distance, too pure to be mistaken for a shifter. and finally, in the clearing, two deer, a Buck and Doe, made their way from the stream.
Banshee whispered in an older tongue as he crawled along the hillside, face first. he kept tothe shadows and slithered along the stone as the deer began to grze the grass. The Buck was the first of the two to look up. It's misfortune. FOr as it did, his glowing eyes locked with the beasts and his spell began. The dance between he and that young buck began in a violet whirl. The Buck began to huff, pacing in a tight circle as the winds to him alone picked up and the howling began. it was shrill and hollow, frightening it so much it couldn't find the will to run. The Doe heard nothing, yet the behavior of the buck frightened her so much she did run, off into the deeper forests to live another day. The buck rear and charged at a tree, getting lost and confused as the sounds grew louder, the wind grew colder and the shrieking... the shrieking froze its soul. Then.. and only then... did the Banshee set his dart free. Shooting through the night sky to stick into the neck of the Buck.
Banshee the scream the buck gave echoed i nthe night. The owls quieted and huddled together in fear. A field mouse fell dead beneath the branch. There was no sound. Not even from the wind. Banshee stood and walked leisurely down the hillside as the buck stumbled and moaned, falling to his knees, and then to its side. It raised its head as Banshee neared and shook his antlers at him, trying to stand and strke, but lacking the muscles to do so. He shushed the beast silently as he reached out and took hold of the mighty horns, shaking it once and holding the head steady as he spoke down to it. "Gentle brother, you will die all too quickly, though fear not, for the pain will be brief and little. The worst is over. Be thankful brother you die by my hand and not that of mortal who would see you as nothing less than a beast." He let go of one horn to reach out and pet the snout of the dying deer, but only briefly. "You have served the forests well, brother. I commend you. Rest peacefully." He smiled, a cruel smile as he took hold the horns again. THe buck tried to shake him off, his he was well grounded. takign a step back, he settled his footing and with one quick and toned yank, his body twisted, the head of the deer jerkign with it. He snapped the neck andspun the head a good 270 degrees. That putrid sound of bone snapping and fesh tearing only made him swoon and coo as he he breathed in the scent of death and relished that moment where the earth held her breath.... in respects for the dead.
Banshee let go of the horns to allow the head to fall to the ground. He moved around teh buck's body, stepping close. He nuzzled the cooling flesh as his hands ran along the buck's side to pet the hide again. He would drag it as it was into the sithen, but first off.. he wanted his prize. He withdrew his dagger and pierced the chest of the buck, cutting through the meat and bone to carve out its heart. His arms stained with its blood as he pulled the stillorgan out and he triled breathily to its sight. Sweet victory. He licked the meat as he sat back oon the ground and bit into it, ripping a piece to chew within his mouth. Not all of his kind so enjoyedthe taste of raw meat, but he... had a strange fondness for it.
Ro scittered and scamplered through the bushes and undergrowth easily. Long toes and fingers grabbed at roots and branches when he flung himself into the trees, then to the ground, hopping across a small vee that led to the bridge, then ducked down, freezing for an instant when the Buck screamed. He quickly scampered behind some nearby rocks and watched to blue haired Fae dispatch the deer quickly enough, overly slanted eyes narrowing at the sight. So there were other Fae here besides the few he knew of already. Silently he pulled back for a moment, doing what he had always done in this instance, then drew his bow from his back along with a single arrow. When he peered back around the rock, he held the bow at the ready, but the arrow was yet, un-notched. His eyes narrowed further, watching the man sit down and the sight alone of what he held had a sound caught in his throat, his mouth salivating. A long slender tongue slipped out from between his lips and flicked, tasting the air.
Banshee had consumed half of the Heart when he decided he had his fill. He held the remained of the organ in his heart as he stood up. Taking the Buck by its horns he began to drag it back through the fields towards the SIthen. He took a few steps in this manner before he grew impatient. He moved about the body to pick it up. it would be messier for him.. butthere were falls to bathe in. He crouched into the body, the focus of himself being lost by the mass of deer and grass as his eyes caught the sight of something shining across the creek, in the hills past it. That glimmer was not there before. He held his spot, his ears flattening back as he studied it and kept himself at the ready.... just for now. He had not lived as long as he had for brash decisions.
Ro shifted, sliding the bow forward and sighting down his arm while he notched the arrow, the tip beginning to glow softly in the dim light. "Sreangach, I shoot you out of honor, not to harm or bleed. Fly well." He spoke to the bow and arrow as if it were alive and deserved respect, and that it did. Pulling back the string he kept his aim, seeing the man freeze and look his way, a small smile forming on his lips before his held his breath, and released it with the string, the soft twang echoing out after the arrow flew to the Fae's feet, embedding itself in the ground instead of flesh. Only then did he breath again and stand, the bow held loosely at his side, his free hand rising up to salute the man with a small bow at the waist. It was a sign of respect for his kill, not an act of aggression.
Banshee followed the arch of the arrow even as it zipped pasted his side to pierce the earth. blood from the heart in his mouth dripped onto it as he looked down at it, studying the features of it intently. Slowly standing he turned to look at the figure in the distance now saluting and bowing. He did not smile. It was not in his manner to do so, but he did bow his head in thanks. It was part of the unspoken truths of the forests. One did not insult a hunt well played. The killing dance was to always be respected, least you sought to join in the dance and become one of the fallen.
Ro slipped his bow onto his back once more, his eyes never leaving the other man. He straightened again, his head quirking oddly while his tongue slipped unbidden from his lips again, flicking in the sir in front of his face and slipping back in. He was waiting for something, not entirely sure what. Bloodied silver eyes slipped away from the man for an instant, glancing down to the rocks below, then the bridge and back, his head still quirked and tilted.
Banshee chomped down on the heart in his mouth and lifted the buck up, lugging the dead weight across the fields. He would not make it the entire way one trial, but he could make a few. He knew it had to move fast. the other animals of the forest were drawing near, those that ate of meat as he did, were gonig to vie for scraps, or the body. He cared little if they got it or not, however his need for energy had been well used, and he had said... he would bring it back. He was keeping his word.
Ro watched as the man walked out of sight, around his viewing ability blocked by the rocks. A small hop and little scuffle and he was climbing up them easily, up to the top to watch, a low trilling escaping his throat at the sight of so much flesh merely walking away from him. Granted, he could hunt on his own, bring down his own just as easily, but he was still drawn to it like the moth. Besides, once he left, he would have to go down and get his arrow.
Banshee walked, stopped, breathed, picked up, walked stopped breathed and picked up. This slow moving process got him to the first roots of the Sithen. They began to reach out and coil about him and his prize. He hissed to the roots and slapped one with a blood hand. "Help! not Hinder!" he grumbled to the roots. they shrank back and at least, for the passage of the pathway down, they carried the dead buck for him inside the entranceway.
Ro perked his ears at the roots, having not really ventured o that side of the river before. He glanced down at the rocks, glanced up at the man, down at the rocks, before he stepped off, jumping down the rocks and scampering to the lowest, then jumped the river, climbed up the rocks on the other side and slipped into the grass just above the entrance and the roots, peering down at them a moment before hoisting his body over the ridge and into the small ravine. He tentatively reached out toward the roots, knowing what they could do, but unsure if they would react to him, or not.
Banshee the roots had wills of their own and would always act accordingly to them. In Banshee's case, they paid him no more mind. He was safe to and from them. He stood there, undoing the straps about his arms and on the outfit he wore. It was bloodstained and drying and he disliked the feel of sticky leather. so off the clothes went. As each was removed he handed it to the roots , listening as they hissed and threw the articles of clothing into the entracne way as well. He glanced over his shoulder once to the other man, now much closer. He looked unphased by his nearness, but that could of well been a hidden emotion. He rarely showed emotions as it was.
Ro watched as a root wrapped around his forearm, the thorns cutting into his skin making him hiss softly under his breath, then it simply pulled away. Narrowed eyes watched as clothing was discarded, but he didn't react other than give him an appraising look and a nod. He kept his mouth smartly closed, ignoring the small scratches on his arm.
Banshee would have completely striped there were it not for the roots reaction to the stalker. Bother... he frowned and walked furhter in, stopping at the base of hte entrance to kick off both his shoes and leave them in a pile at the side. After that his pants were quick to follow and well.. that was all he wore. His bare feet glided over the grass as he stepped over the buck's body and dragged him cltohless to the siten's entrance door.
Ro kept his eyes warily on the roots that slithered around him, but didn't touch as he followed him in, narrowing his eyes at the buck. He skipped across the rocks, picking up the clothing as he went and bundling it under one arm, then crouched down at the tail end of the deer, reaching then pausing and looking up at the Fae. Waiting for his approval of him helping, or not.
Banshee looked over his shoulder, mostly to marvel at the deer again. he blinekd to find.. his little stalker still stalking..with his clothes. He had to ponder if the being sniffed them, but with the look he gave him. He was sure taht was not the case. "Well, go on then it certainly won't kick you." He could make it appear so with his glamour.. if he wanted, but all he had on his mind was a long, long soak. He reached an arm out steadying the deer on his side as he knocked on the door for it to open. The glow about it was enchanting. Once opened, help or not he was lugging that poor dead deer within.
Ro looped the hind legs over his shoulder, taking some of the weight and awkwardness from the Fae and blinked at the door, hesitating for a split second before he stepped inside. "A Sithen... here?" He quickly snapped his mouth shut after the outburst. With the roots he wasn't sure what to expect but a Sithen was on the low end of that scale.
Banshee set the deer down as two brownies, one being the last he spoke to and the Tanner, a Sidhe mixed male approached them. "I said the same when I was sent here. This is nothing like the Court itself. It is more primitive, like a tribe of like blooded. I intend to see it stays that way. Besides..." he trailed off as he watched teh brownies struggling with the buck. "all of the Fae here seem to like it. Why mess with a good home."
Ro blinked at the two brownies, eying the one more than the other, but his eyes were drawn forward again to the Sithen mound. "I... " he glaned to the fae, realizing just how close he had stepped to him and took a sideways step away, just to be safe. " Were you asking my opinion.. or was it rhetorical?"
Banshee grinned, though the grin itself was dark and playful. "both." he lifted his blood stained chin and shrugged. "If it is your liking,stay as you need. eat as you will... if you come to blows and kill another here... be sure you handle all death rites properly. Otherwise, enjoy yourself." He bowed to the stalker and moved through the grass passed those gathered about the buck for its.... cleaning.
Ro frowned watching him start to walk away and began to trail after him, still frowning. "Why would you want me here?"
Banshee didn't look back as Ro spoke. He still kept his slow moving walk of intent. "Why not? You are living. you are of the Fae? Most here are mixed blood themselves."
Ro stopped just short of the entry arch blinking at him. "Doubtfully like me, Ssssir." he blew at his bangs that got in his face and eyes, letting the first layer of his glamor go, his chin tilting up proudly. There was no mistaking what he was now.
Banshee shrugged gently. "This is not a Court. It never will be, therfore, what rules apply to a Court shall never happen here. They can't. FOr if they do, then the King and Queen themselves would be down upon us all. Think of this place likea refuge. Why are all those in hiding going to alert themselves to the royalties... of ANY of the Courts. Everyone here prefers to live on their own... so because of this it is more.. open to all walks of Fae... not always as peaceful... but open." He stopped and looked back at ro. "Any other questions?"
Ro blinked, his chin gradually lowering as he spoke and explained things, then he shook his head quickly over and over. "No.... Yes." His head tilted in his own confusion. "What is your name?"
Banshee blinked as he watched to smaller figure. "the Banshee." He said simply. He lowered his head, bowing his head to Ro before he turned and continued on his path. Did he need a name? not really. If it was called though, he would not complain.