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Post by Zaraha on Dec 23, 2010 21:19:34 GMT 12
Gabrielle laughed and was about to reply when she caught up to the conversation, following the major change in topic. Dropping her head so that she faced the two Harpies Gabrielle didnt know the two people that they were talking about but her heart filled with concern of the missing people, especially the woman. She pondered on that for a bit, feeling the vibrations that Rafes chest made as he talked, the feeling calming her. Then she felt it come on, the slight dizziness which called for another dose of insulin to sooth what would become pain, her illness. Reaching to the back of her jeans, her fingers brushed against Rafes thigh as she did so before she pulled out a needle and a vial of insulin. The needle was disposable so she started to unwrap it from the packaging.
Catyas face remained almost empty as he spoke to her, yet if her eyes were unveild the true content of her emotions would have been displayed. Her voice held her emotions too though she tryed to keep her voice steady. "Oh I dont.. belong to a clan anymore therefore the elders have no reason to keep be under lock and key. That must be hard for you... not seeing your sisters that much i mean." Catya herself didnt know first hand what it was like to miss family as she had never been truely accepted, her father leaving shortly after she was born yet she missed having a family, she wanted people that accepted and loved her. She felt like she was missing out yet she kept those thoughts to herself, tightly bound around her heart.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Dec 28, 2010 21:03:30 GMT 12
With a final word to both Rafe and Gabrielle, Sabin led Diova away, over to the stalls, as he looked for the weaponssmith. Finally spotting him in a small stall set up off to the side, Sabin headed over, a faint smile on his face as he greeted the man before getting down to business, looking over the blades displayed before turning to Di. 'Go ahead and pick one of them. Any will fit you at the moment, and it's time you got a proper blade, not just a wooden practise one.' He gestured to the small arrangement of swords, varying in length but not by too much, and each of them reletively light and incredibly sharp.
Feeling the brush of her hand against his thigh, Rafe knew exactly what she was heading for, and Stepped back and to the side, taking her hand and leading her out of the main area and off to the side, near the trees, where they wouldn't be disturbed. He knew she didn't really have a problem with injecting in public, but it was easier and brought less questions in their direction. 'How many doses do you have on you at the moment?' He questioned, knowing she didn't go anywhere without at least a couple but wanting to be sure.
Anger flickered through his tone as he growled in protest to her claim of not having a clan. 'They can't do that to you. Clan is blood, and you never loose it.' Even he, exiled from his own clan, still held the title of the Eagle. 'And I haven't seen my sisters, or any of the rest of my family, in almost fifty years. The Elders made sure of that.' There was bitterness in his tone, but if faded quickly, as he knew that there was no point resenting what had happened long ago, as there was no way to change the past. |
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Post by Zaraha on Dec 28, 2010 21:22:13 GMT 12
Gabrielle followed Rafe out into a place of somewhat privacy and by then she had completed unwrapping the neddle and began filling it with insulin. Looking up at him with those wide green eyes, her hands kept working having done the proceedure many times and she smiled softly. "I took three. We wont be here any longer than that right?" She looked down briefly to insert the needle into her pale stomach and the sharp sting hardly made her flinch though she made sure to stay away from the scar that ran down the middle of her torso. scrunching up the wrapper she put it pack in her pocket and finding a spot for the needle and insulin to be stored on her. "You ok?"
This man was intruging Catya had decided. He didnt seem to think of her as a stupid ugly blind woman though she wasnt about to bet her life on the fact that he didnt. "Well they did and to tell you the truth I was glad to leave.. They didnt ah.. like me." This man, Rhage, was easy to talk to and although she was normally a private person, Rhage was telling her about himself as well which made the whole process easier. He could easily be telling lies but she knew that all the emotion in his voice could not be faked. "I dont really know what that would be like but I can imagine, if I had anyone to lose, what it would be like." she folded her arms into the heavey folds of her jersey as she sat next to him. "Can I ask why you were exciled? Im assuming thats what happened?"
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 28, 2010 21:30:01 GMT 12
Following Sabin, Diova looked over the swords on display, interest sparking in her eyes as she picked them up one by one and examined them, her injured wings flaring slightly as she stepped back and swiped the air with a sword experimentally. "I like this one." She said, passing her mate the simple unadorned sword with a hilt wrapped in black leather. He was a better swordsman than she was, at least, at the moment, and she wanted his opinion on her choice.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Dec 30, 2010 20:41:50 GMT 12
The simple yet elegant claymore she had chosen was well crafted, light, and had good reach, a good choice for her, or anyone who was still going through training. There was no frivolous adornments, and no added weight from unneeded finery. 'Tell me, how does it fit your hand? Is it comfortable? Choosing a sword isn't something that you can just pick something that you will hope fits, it has to feel right.' He told her what he had found out by trial and error, without any tutor to teach him like she had, but he knew that she was smart enough not to choose her blade because it fitted what she wanted. Though, he had to admit, almost any blade would fit her better than the one she was training with, which he had gotten carved for his hand specifically. Sabin handed her back the sword, the top of the blade on his flat palm, the blade and hilt so perfectly balanced in the crafing that it didn't even wobble.
Rafe nodded to the first of her questions easily, telling her that it would be plenty, as they could leave at any time once he had picked up the few things he needed.The second question made his eyes flick up to hers from her hands, and he smiled slightly but honestly. 'I should be asking you the same thing. I'm fine, just stay over here until it hits your system.' One of his big hands rested on her shoulder, his thumb brushing back and forward over the skin on the side of her neck lightly.
Rhage shook his head almost violently, causing his hair to flop into his eyes. With an irritated though resigned sigh, he pushed it back, for it only to go right back to where it was, happilly tickling his iris. After another couple of doomed attempts, he gave up and spoke to her again, after muttering something near-incomprehensable about his hair having a mind of it's own. 'Even though you have left, you are still part of your clan by blood, and they can't strip you of that.' Hearing her question, his eyes flared insuprise? She was - what, one of like, three, who didn't know what had happened to him? 'What? You haven't heard of the insubordinate Rhage of the Eagle Clan?' [/size][/color] |
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Post by Zaraha on Dec 30, 2010 21:02:01 GMT 12
Meeting his eyes Gabrielle smiled and nodded before stepping into his arms. Wrapping her arms around his torso with her head on his shoulder she fed off his warmth and steadied herself, waiting for the insulin to hit her blood stream. Looking up at him curiously she smiled. "What did you want to pick up? Condoms?" Her smile told him she was kidding as she hugged him and she knew when she walked away his scent would be all over her even more so.
Her head dropped at his words. "What if I dont want to be part of the clan? Then it doesnt matter if they strip me of it or not. Id rather it was stripped... anyway." Slender fingers played with the fraying seam of the big woolen jersey before she lifted her head at his question. Catya couldnt help but notice how surprised he sounded and cocked her head to the side. Staring in his direction blindly for a while, she eventually shook her head and it was safe to say she had been thinking long and hard about whether she had heard of him. "Should I have? I didnt.. ah hang out with anyone so i probably wouldnt have heard anything within my clan and if others had been talking about you I didnt pay attention. I tended to block things out a lot.." A cold breeze sprang up and whipped at her hair. "Heard of me?"
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Dec 31, 2010 15:13:47 GMT 12
Rafe snorted, shaking his head. 'Not unless you want them. Ever heard of a thing called soap? Clothing?' He grinned and, with one arm around her waist and the other stroking her hair softly, he pressed his lips absently to the top of her head. His thoughts were elsewhere though, as were his eyes, picking up the vendors he could see and altering what he needed from certain people around absences in the usual lineup. Within a couple of minutes, he had exactly what he needed from certain individuals and an approximate total of what it would cost. What could he say, he was good at maths.
He snorted at something small he had picked up in her statement. 'If? Believe me, the Elders of my Clan made sure EVERYONE was speaking about me, effectively.' Rhage sighed, remembering the last time he had come up against another Draconoh. Hadn't been pretty, to say the least, verbally or physically. The soft wind managed to push his hair back for him, and herubbed his hand over his jaw, thinking over her question. 'I've heard whispers of a blind child being born, but nothing much. I've been in exile too long, really. Doesn't help that I don't know your name, either.' The last was said with a grin that was audible, even with their somewhat depressing topic. |
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 31, 2010 15:23:47 GMT 12
Taking the sword back, Diova went through a quick run through and then nodded, "It feels good, a hell of a lot better than that wooden one, no offense, so do you think it's a good choice? Or am I missing something vitally important which you have yet to teach me." She smirked slightly and turned the sword over, examining everything.
>Soz<
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Post by Zaraha on Dec 31, 2010 19:46:58 GMT 12
Laughing with him, Gabrielle ran her hands up and down his back, snuggling her head into his body. "They could prove useful as I dont particually want to get pregnant." Dropping a kiss to his cheek she found his hand and tugged him to where the stalls were. "Clothes? What are they?" she grinned jokingly and walked over to a stall that sold weapons of some kind.
All Catya could say for some time was 'oh,' the little word carried on the soft wind. After awhile she swiveled in her position to face him more, though it was guess work as to where he really was. "That must have been had for you," she spoke quietly after sometime. "And I guess there arent that many like me. My names Catya. Just Catya." One slim hand slid across the ground until it bumped into what she took as his leg, hesitating for a moment.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Jan 1, 2011 19:54:48 GMT 12
Sabin laughed and shook his head, eyes glinting mischeviously. 'Well, I wouldn't know if you've missed anything, vitally important or not, but I agree with you, as long as you're comfortable.' A glance at the vendor, and the weaponssmith took the sword back, sheathing it in a leather holster that he prodeced from under the table and handed it to her. Before she could say anything, the Harpy paid the other man, and turned back to her, taking her hand. 'Where would you feel more comfortable with it being? At the moment, I'd suggest just keeping it at your hip, but once you get good enough, you can switch to having it on your back if you wish.' That's where he kept his pair, strapped in an 'X' across his shoulderblades, fitting snugly between his wings with the hilts poking out over his shoulders.
With a laugh, Rafe followed her, going to the stall and getting what he needed from the vendor, cleaners and polishing cloths and the like. Glancing over at the array of unusual weapons that were displayed, he picked up a solid steel shruiken, weighing it in his hand. 'It's been a while since I've come across anyone selling these. Pity I already have a set, these are well-made.' Grinning, he detangled Gab from what she was looking at and led her around, picking up everything he needed, as well as a few he didn't, but liked the look of.
Nodding, he looked down at her hand and took it, placing it on his knee when he saw her hesitation. 'Well meet, Catya, though I wish it was under better circumstances. I didn't mind as much when I was younger, but it's really hit me these past few year about how much I miss them.' Rhage sighed, trying to think about what clan she could have come from. With her name and her accent, he narrowed it down to a couple of clans in western Germany, but he couldn't single one out. [/size][/color] |
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Post by Nightstalker on Jan 1, 2011 21:01:14 GMT 12
Laughing with him, Diova took the sword back and examined the sheath. Turning it over in her hands, eyes sharp with interest. Strapping it on where he suggested, Diova pulled it out in a flash, testing how fast she could unsheathe it if needs be. It turned out that she could do so... very fast. Grinning, she re sheathed it, running her hand over the hilt admiringly. "It's amazing, thanks Sabin." Diova reached up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring his head down to her so that she could reach him.
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Post by Zaraha on Jan 2, 2011 21:59:07 GMT 12
Smiling, Gabrielle peered at what Rafe had brought, her green eyes then taking in everything around them. She wandered, lead by Rafes hand and helped Rafe buy what he wanted. Her eyes eventually rested on Rhage sitting next to a slight woman with black sunglasses and long black hair. Her hand was on his leg and she had seen him put it there. Her heart swelled and she squeezed Rafes hand softly as to not embarrass the two. At the next stall over, Gabrielle found dresses, gorgeous ones at that but ones she could think of wearing. With her scar and lack of confidence in her body except around Rafe they screamed embarrassment yet shee walked over anyway, dropping Rafes hand. Green eyes scanned and admired them all as she walked through the stall.
She jumped as he took her hand but when it just rested on his knee she relaxed, her body easing. "Thats true, but then again we might not have met under different circumstances. And it was the Wolf Clan, The Clan of the Wolf." As her voice was soft, her German accent was heavily pronouced although she tryed to ease it, striving to fit in in at least one way. "I hope it gets better for you. Just because you were in-s-ubord-ina-te," she said, having to break up the american word to learn it, "what right does that give them to exil you? lIke you said, they're your clan." Arruptedly her head spun in the direction she felt someone looking, her body tensing again. "Why are they looking at me?" Yet aside from her question, inside she thought she already knew. They wondered why someone like her, ugly and blind, managed to attain the company of an obviously gorgeous man like Rhage. Pain leaked out of her, a pain that she tried to hide but washed her inside and out.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Jan 25, 2011 15:07:15 GMT 12
Sabin kissed her back, but pulled away before too long, considering the place they were in, and thanked the vendor. 'Anything for you, love,' he answered her thanks, and took her handbut llowed her to pick what way they would go. They would get everywhere, so he really didn't mind what she wanted to go see. Again, anything for her. He was insanely happy that he had gotten her her fiirst blade, even though she had chosen it herself.
Glancing where she was looking, Rafe couldn't help but smile at seeing Rhage talking with a female, actually talking with her, and listening to what she had to say. He was happy that Rhage had found someone he could relate to, male or female. Looking away, he followed Gabrielle to a stall overflowing with dresses, made of brilliant colours and from every material from wool to silk. With a slight smile on his face, he watched her move through the stall, admiring them, before stepping up behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders. 'Pick one you like, I'll get it for you,' he offered quietly. Rafe knew she was self conscious because of her scar, and he didn't care if she only wore it in front of him, he wanted to give her something that would make her happy.
The Wolf Clan, what a bunch of carrion-eaters, he thought to himself as she told him, but he didn't say anything, not knowing how she felt about her ... ex-clan. As he thought about how to phrase his answer, he felt her stiffen, and when she spoke, he turned, seeing two of his friends look away, and he smiled slightly. He saw, felt, heard her pain, and he knew instantly that she thought herself ugly, less than everyone else, and not just because of her blindness. 'They're my friends, and they're probably wondering what I'm doing talking to such a beautiful woman, and probably glad that I'm actually being social as well.' Both were truths, and his hand reached out, brushing a strand of her night-black hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear before straightening. 'Catya, they exiled me because I never listened, and always did the opposite of anything anyone said. I did some bad things, really bad things, and on top of that was cursed by the Powers That Be. I had no control, and they saw me as a liability for the Clan. Which I was. The way I was going, I could have ended up killing someone. I don't resent their choice in kicking me out.' |
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Post by Zaraha on Jan 25, 2011 19:56:54 GMT 12
As she shook her head, firey hair swayed. "I cant Rafe. I wouldnt be comfortable in it around other people.." She smiled wistfully however as she ran her fingers across the soft material of a dress, so green it was the perfect shade for her emerald eyes. The straps were thin and the dress itself would probably come to just above her knees. From looking at it, it was clear that it would tuck in at her waist and hug her slim hips, the cut of the dress lowish, definately revealing her scar. "I wouldnt ask that of you if I wouldnt wear it out."
Her black hair she pushed over her shoulder. Her words were almost a scoff and would be if it wasnt for the sadness, or rather softness to her voice. "Beautiful? I dont think so. Im not even plain. You are, from how people seem to react to you, handsome, though what that is I dont know." She rubbed her eyes from behind her sunglasses with slender fingers. "You're listening to me now, in fact hardly anyone does that so you're doing quite well. Im not saying that they were wrong to excile you but what I see now."
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Post by Nightstalker on Jan 28, 2011 8:10:52 GMT 12
She smiled teasingly up at him as he pulled back from the kiss, knowing that they were in an inappropriate place so he couldn't really do anything. She looked around slowly and sighed "I think I'm going to need clothes Sabin." She murmured, looking around. SHe hadn't had any spares when he had come to her and had mostly been wearing his clothes on account that hers were nothing more than rags now.
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