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Ontaros nods to Lavandris with a small grin on his face "Heading straight to the hostess eh?" He looks over to Silverfang and continues "Yes she would be the one. She would actually be most capable of introducing you to thier customs and culture as it were. Thats actually part of the reason why I wish so much to join in on the festivities so I can have a chance to better get to know my dear friend."

He walks Lavandris over to Lady Silverfang and waits politely to interject. "Pardon me Silver, but we have a guest that would very much like to make your aquaintance. My friend Lavandris here plays most wonderfully on his cello and would seem to be quite the gentleman." Looking to Lavandris he continues "Lavandris this is Silverfang, the moon child of her pack..." He looks thoughtful a moment before possibly correcting himself. "or is it tribe?" He looks over to Silver for confirmation.

He gives Silverfang a slight bow. "Most certainly, Lady Silverfang, if I may. The Esbat, you said?" He glances around at the nearly-complete grounds. "It's all very interesting..." He loses himself in thought for a moment, then recovers himself and smiles at Silverfang. "I hope you won't mind me asking a great deal of questions. I am a connoisseur of sorts, especially of those cultures foreign to my own. Having been invited to this castle has proven most rewarding already in that respect, and I am eagerly awaiting the commencement of this festival, the Esbat."

Tiberias stomps into the village with a small cart, loaded down with goods. He greets several villagers, but makes his way to pay respects to the Moon Child.

>>At the quite loud sounds of set up crashed against the small window of the new woman's room, she peered outside. It was the festival already?! Soft blood rose eyes scanned the people below milling about, each completely oblivious to the watchful eye above. She had been asked to sing by Ontaros himself on this night. But how could she, surrounded by powers just as great as her own? Ones she had little clue of type or amount of use? She sighed, a hand raising to unclip her concealing midnight cloak. It dropped to pool around her feet, revealing all the weapons she had come to possess strapped to her slender form. She could weld each and every one as if she had trained for years with every item, a master in a multitude of weapons not even displayed on her body. She had. She was. She had to do SOMETHING for fun after all. Niana slowly detached her shimmering possession from her, and put each in their place in her new closet. She had been asked by Ontaros himself to sing tonight, the reason and lord of the place she stayed in. Besides...she always did have her magic. Just in case. The demon only hoped she wouldn't have to show it<< 'Dont do it Niana...' I wont be long, Chaynx.

>>An hour later brought the female to the edge of the festivities, dressed in a velvety blue dress she had bought earlier for this same purpose. A deep v neckline was partly shielded by a silver chocker with a red jewel dangling, gleaming in the moonlight much more then ordinary ruby. The long skirt was flattering, almost touching the ground below and allowing her low heeled blue strap sandals show. A rather large bow of black satin cliched her waist to show her well form, yet her sleeves were long and bell shaped as if in modesty. In all, it alluded to showing all, while not showing a good deal at all. Gentle brown hair was curled just enough to wave before being clipped back by a shimmering headband of woven thread of silver, two long pieces of hair framed her youthful face, swaying slightly in the breeze. Not one in the crowd would not be hard pressed to categorize her as wealthy or simple middle class. Yet every single aspect of the gown and jewelry worked to her advantage. Though hopefully no one would learn how. Her eyes settled once more on a new arrival. Two gentlemen, one of which giving her an unsettling feeling. Dangerous. The 'young' woman started towards where she remembered seeing the silver flash of Silverfang's gown. But not one was more dangerous then she<<

Tiberias exchanged a hug with SilverFang. <> He offers his hand to them. << So what brings you two gentlemen here tonight?>>

Ontaros takes Tiberias's offered hand in a shake as well and smiles to him. "Good to see you could make it Tiberias. I trust you're doing well..." A huge grin spreads across his face as he looks to Dante "Actually yes, I'd like to introduce you to the MoonChild and hostess of tonights festivities, lady Silverfang." Gestures towards Silver and bows slightly.

>>SilverFang was an open and kind person, her smile couldn't really get much bigger but it seemed to get brighter. Did this mean her suspicion was correct?<< Yes. Asides those here, all are werewolves. >>She also wasn't ashamed or secrative about her bloodline, it probably had all to do with growing up in Lythus where atleast 90% of the people were more than accepting of her kind<< Taberias here's a wereboar >>she places a soft hand on his arm<< And Ontaros 100% human. >>She wasn't sure what Lavandris was, his scent didn't give it away to her, or if he would want others to know, so she said nothing of him<<

(( PS. My version of were doesn't have to change at the full moon, they have complet controle over when they do. Mine's more the version from Night World, if anyone's read the books ))