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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 8:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 11:43 am
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"Oh, oh, those are nice beetles, whose beetles are those?" Qarah seemed to materialize out of nowhere at the Conquest horseman's elbow, its eyes avidly fixed on the cage of scarabs. Beautiful insects, just beautiful, more colorful than most of its own; the result, no doubt, of patient study and breeding. It wanted to know where it might get some to add to its own stock, perhaps.
"Sage," it added, with a belated and humble duck of its head as it noticed Salbei standing there as well. "Pardon." It hadn't been interrupting, had it? It had probably been interrupting, and might be smacked for it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 4:59 pm
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The Elder priestess was late to the party, but at least in the particular situation she had a rather valid excuse for it. She arrived in her usual fashion of quiet dignity and Death clan finery. All dark lace, soft furs, and bleached bones. There was, however, something a little out of place. Something that hadn't been seen in abundance, if at all, since the fall of the isles and the clans themselves.
Bundled comfortably in a monochromatic leopard printed pelt, and swathed in creams and whites, was a baby. The first foul to be born to Death since their fall and recent settlement within the safety of the tower. At the moment the babe was sleeping, a mirror image of her mother with ashen skin and silver hair.
Except for the eyes. She had her father's eyes.
Speaking of, Nergui wondered when her guardian would realize she wasn't in their home, and come searching. It wasn't as if she hadn't left him ample clues...
Soon enough, she imagined. Until then, the mare contented herself to slip through the gathered until she found herself near Wrath, Na'ima, and Mengyao. The latter would receive a respectful bow of the petite mare's head. "Greetings my friends."
ramenli Come fetch your family, stud.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 7:16 pm
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The Elder horsemen made their entrance from within the room itself; with a swirl of sand and the sound of muted wingbeats, the pair appeared in the midst of the gathering group from the shadows they had lingered in.
One clung to a nearby pillar whose crumbling extension served as his perch, a muscular mass of pelts, braided jewels, and leather -- trophies War members collected to designate their rank. With long, wild brown hair, the glowing red mark of Terror at his collar where the Lost Clans mark once had been, and a fan of various colored feathers streaming from his scalp (one of which was touched with grey), he lurked over the group like a living, hulking gargoyle--save that this one wore a wide, toothy grin as he surveyed the horsemen with obvious pleasure. Even better that there were a few he recognized among them. But pleasantries had to wait.
As one appeared, so did the other, though she did not perch as her partner did, but instead leaned against the other side of the same pillar, arms crossed, the glowing gold of her eyes alight with sheer anticipation. Her hair was as wild as his, but longer, blonde curls and waves falling down past the wide curve of her hips. On one visible shoulder was the red mark of conviction, its appearance like a contradiction to that of terror, which was nothing but befitting of the relationship between the two of them. Her ensemble was typical, all torn fabric and fur, accessorized by small bones and feathers, leather and jade.
"We welcome you!" he boomed from above. War Clan's Battle Cry shouts were not uncommon in the Tower, though the volume was not so loud as that. "We had hoped we would gain some interest. Too long as has it been since we had something entertaining to do, wouldn't you agree?" More than tasks, more than simple Fear harvesting and the occasional prisoner, more than simply existing day after day awaiting the next summons from their high priestess.
As he spoke, his partner grinned, and lifted one foot behind her to push herself away from the pillar, her arms falling to her sides as her gaze drifted across all those gathered. So many familiar faces, but some she had never met before. All were gladly received, even those who she may have disagreed with in the past.
"I am Shikoba Len," he continued.
"And I am Shaheen," she added without missing a beat. As if they didn't all know her already.
Shik's eyes seemed to glow with excitement as he brandished his hand in a wide, welcoming gesture at the lot. The symbol embedded above his knuckles seemed to leave a red trail in the air. "And you have heard correctly: we seek Famine's aid to make a particular spore, one which not even the white coats will be able to fight back! But we welcome all clans to join this effort, for what benefits one will benefit all. If it is not a bonding experience, it will at least be a learning one. And we who were once Lost still have much to learn indeed."
And, just a little bit, he wanted to preen. What he and Shaheen had set in motion in the past, what they were building towards now--it deserved attention.
Shaheen let her partner do the speaking, for now, seeing no need to interrupt him when he was doing such a good job. Instead, she began to move through the room, lightly touching those she passed, a brush of fingers against a shoulder, a curious look at those she did not know, a slow nod and a knowing smirk to those she did, though the nod dipped lower for one Conquest in particular who held himself so aloof near the back of the room. One might spy that she too bore the same mark on her hand. She soon found herself deep amongst them, and turned, her chin lifting as her eyes met those of Shik's briefly before she finally spoke, turning in a slow circle to address all those around her as she did.
"What my partner speaks of, is opportunity." She was the more diplomatic of the two, trained from birth to gain and keep attention with her gaze and her words. "We will strike against the white coated filth in a way that they will never anticipate. This spore will be undetectable, it will be allowed to incubate in its host and..." She paused, cocking her head to the side as she lifted a finger to her lips. "...Well, we can't give away all of the surprises now, can we?"
(The pair were suspicious by nature. Some had already aligned themselves against Medea. Against them. The gathering was, in its own way, a test.)
Her face was split into another feral grin that matched Shik's as she stopped.
"Now, are there any questions?"
Quote: Characters can still enter the thread at this point! Please quote us both if your character has a question for Shik/Shaheen! This is a sort of transition period before the first step which will begin in ~24 hours.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 7:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 7:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 8:11 am
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"Well, well. I approve whole-heartedly." Salbei's thin lipped smile of amusement grew into a more real one of clear approval at Liang's enthusiasm. "Insects! Well, you will find plenty of those with that particular affinity here." He had only just finished this sentence when Qarah appeared, and the old Horseman looked amused again, gesturing to his fellow clansman with a distinct Exhibit A air.
"Qarah." He returned the greeting, but otherwise didn't act on the interruption at all. It had been well-timed, and as a general rule he didn't mind being interrupted. Children often did anyway. It was part of their nature, and it was adorable. Surprise flit onto his features as his new acquaintance bowed, even slightly. A blink followed, before he waved his hand in dismissal, his various trinkets clinking almost musically with the motion.
"Nothing to forgive, Liang Wu. I didn't make it known, and I don't require such formalities." Though it did please him greatly, even after all this time. Modesty always won out, in the end. He dipped into a small bow of his own. "Salbei Selie, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." There was a small pause as Falair's unusual greeting filled the air, and once it was over he heaved a small sigh, not unlike an exhausted parent. "I also apologize on behalf of my young Apprentice and her sibling. Those fillies haven't quite learned their manners yet." The last sentence was said a little loudly, to make sure the two mares heard. Still, he sounded as amused as ever.
Then, with the dramatic flair he had come to expect from Shaheen and her mate, the meeting went underway.
Salbei's gaze went from speaker to speaker, taking careful consideration for the questions asked and answered. Finally, he raised his thin hand, bangles clinging gently with the motion.
"Will you be supplying us with test subjects?" He asked Shikoba and Shaheen, playing off of Na'ima's question regarding Hunters. Surely they couldn't make one without extensive testing to ensure that it worked. "And, as a follow up, is it your intention to use the survivors as carriers of the finished spore, or will you be looking for other modes of transmission?"
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