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Post by nubia on Jan 6, 2008 20:46:08 GMT -8
Rayne touched Helsings sides with her heels and the stallion stepped out willingly, flattening his ears at the flag that fluttered across the ground in front of him.
Rachel watched the flag and shuddered slightly. She turned to look up at the woman behind her. Her face cold and set like stone.
"Were you once Sceithian?" she asked in vampiric.
Rayne didn't look back at the girl and gave a single nod.
"Yes", she answered in gaelic. "I was once".
Rachel looked away, knowing that her gaze would not be met.
"My father was a Sceithian..." she added in gaelic. "My mother Silmaril".
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jan 6, 2008 21:20:49 GMT -8
Peregrine, who could understand Gaelic, was listening in on their conversation. He turned to Rachel.
“Dar dáta treibh nigh bur máthair?” Peregrine asked, making Will look thoroughly put out.
It’s good for him. Peregrine thought, He always has to know about everything and stick his nose where it doesn’t belong, this should teach him a lesson. Peregrine was quite fed up with Will’s recently increased nosiness.
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Post by nubia on Jan 6, 2008 21:36:18 GMT -8
Rachel looked over at Peregrine, hesitating for a moment.
"Mother is Maria Fountain. Matriach of this very town... or atleast she was", she answered unsurely. "Father was Arcor Druya, one of the Tyrant Kings captains".
Rayne didn't say anything at the mention of Arcor. She had known him from her days in the army... he had been a good captain.
Rachel looked up at Rayne.
"He was here", she added, tears welling in her eyes. "He told me to hide before the other soldiers found me.... he killed Mother".
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jan 7, 2008 11:21:43 GMT -8
So she wasn’t pureblood. Peregrine thought, adding another thing to his store of knowledge about this girl. “Is eagla liom gur mar sin atá cluin sin.” Peregrine said, in his fast Gaelic tongue. “Na tíoránach rí is olc agus a armtha dar data scein is brúidiúil.”
((“I am sorry to hear of this.” Peregrine said, in fast Gaelic tongue. “The Tyrant King is evil and his army of terror is brutal.”))
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Post by elektra on Jan 8, 2008 21:47:16 GMT -8
Rachel smiled at Peregrine.
"Not father", she assured him. "He was always so gentle to us... he killed mother to protect her. So she didn't end up a spoil of war to the other soldiers... he would be killed for marrying a Silmaril".
Then she looked away.
"He couldn't bear to kill me".
Rayne looked down at the girl, sensing something different... a change happening in her.
Rachel began to feel light headed and fell sideways off the horse, startling Helsing to side-step away from her form.
"Rachel?" Rayne said in plain english, halting Helsing, then changing to gaelic. "Rachel?"
The girls eyes flashed open at the sound of her name. But the look of innocence was no longer there... it was replaced with something more deadly.
The girl rolled away from Rayne and hissed... her lust for blood coming strong. Rayne stopped moving and crouched down, meeting the girls eyes with her own, the pupils of her eyes changing to red. Rachel snarled at her... her voice something unrecognizable.
"Cover your necks...." Rayne shouted at the boys. "She needs to feed".
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jan 10, 2008 0:52:02 GMT -8
Peregrine threw his hood up over his face, protecting his face and neck. Will did the same a minute later, at the same time Queen spooked and half passed away from the transforming dhampire. Vollo too blew hard out of his nose, the air forming into visible steep on the cold mountain pass. And he too distanced himself from the girl.
((Sorry, muse gone in this post))
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Post by jinx on Jan 10, 2008 4:18:09 GMT -8
Rayne could sense that the boys had covered their necks but she did nothing about her own... she could fight off the girl. Or so she hoped. Suddenly Rachel lauched at her, fangs bared aiming for her neck. Rayne barely got away as she rolled to the side.
Then she bolted, heading away from the boys and into the woods. Rachel hot on her tracks. The girl sniffed the air and snarled as she caught Rayne's sent... but the older dhampir was up in a tree before anyone could follow.
Rachel looked about her as she lost the trail... where had the prey gone? Then out of no where Rayne dropped down on top of her and tied her wrists behind her back with the cord from her cloak... much to Rachel's disgust. Now to help the girl change back. Rayne needed her flask of blood....
A shrill whistle drifted to Helsings ears and the stallion shot into the trees after his mistress... he was being called. He halted beside her and watched as she took the flask of blood from the saddle before going to the girl.
"Rachel?" Rayne asked in gaelic, offering her an sip from the flask. "Thirsty?"
Rachel hissed and moved her head away, spitting in Rayne's face. Rayne wiped the phlem away and closed the flask.
"Starve for all I care then", she muttered under her breath. This wasn't going to be easy.
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