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Dara lead him through the hallways of the Nest with ease, showing that she had been born in this place and considered it her own for she knew it best. She was barely even paying attention to her direction as she easily led him through the hallways to stop in front of a door that was gaurded by two of her wolves.
"Alpha Dara," they said in acknowledgement of her as they gave breif bows and parted from the door to allow her to pass but gave Matthias suspicious looks.
Noticing their looks of discomfort Dara said, "He shall enter with me today."
"M'lady, you know Cane will not be pleased with this," one of the gaurds said.
Dara sighed as he mentioned the wolf that was currently looking to be her mate. By far he was the youngest of the heads at twenty-five, but he was experienced enough, as he had been in more battles than Dara could count. He had expressed interest in mating with her a while back and had since been zealously confronting her if she had ever even glanced at another wolf. It had gotten so bad she had been forced to reasert her place as alpha above him. He had since then been angered at anyone and everything that moved, and her bringing in another male from the pack would certainly anger him.
Dara sighed. "I'm tired of him. Before he enters tell him he must behave himself or I am banning him from all future meetings."
The two gaurds nodded and Dara stepped forward opening the door and walking in before waiting for Matthias to follow.

A dark figure moved outside, trying to find a shadow. At first glance, the figure could be mistaken for a young boy. And normally always was.

Sesheta found a shadow right next to a window. She tried to catch her breath as the poison in her arm was acting up. The shade eased the pain a little, but her head was swimming. That was a really pretty sunrise, she commented to herself on the thing she most liked about her "curse." The beautiful colors always were something to adored in the morning and at night.

The girl had noticed all the werewolves as soon as she had gotten close to the town. Unfortunetly, she was almost out of night light, so she needed to find a place to hang until it was dark. I am so making a map so I don't get in this situation again, she scolded herself.

The noise of a door opening caught her attention. In curiosity, Sesheta looked inside the window, taking care to stay in the shade. Wonder what's goin' on? she thought at the gathering inside. She placed her hand on the glass to better position herself.

Sesheta's ears perked at the sound of the question behind her. In surpise, she spun around to find a werewolf. Not that she should've been surprised; this was a werewolf village. Never was good at hide and seek, she dully thought at her incompetance.

She kept to the ground as not to be threatening; her arm over her knees leisurely, though tense for an attack. "Well," she began, "I was lookin' for something called 'shade' as I was passing by. Didn't mean to intrude on anything." Well that came out more confidently than normal, she silently praised herself. A slight fear tried to grab her as she finally thought of the major consequences that could play out for her being here. I could really be dead by night, couldn't I? she fearfully thought.

Sesheta knew she could answer the question many ways, being more confusing then she was worth. Her face gave a thoughtful look as she bought time. At least I'm not dead yet, she thought to herself in bad humor. A toss of her head rustled the messy bangs that hung loose from her too big cap.

The truth to what she was doing? Nothing that is any of a werewolf's business, she angrily thought. And I'm already in enough danger with my own kind. I don't need werewolves using me against them. It was a frightening thought that she could be taken hostage for the stupid poison that tore at her body. The vampires who knew of the curse only wanted it to stay in the sun. To be able to fight day and night could be a problem. Sesheta just wanted to live; to avenge the death of her mother and maybe find out what happened to her brother.

"Trying to stay out of trouble," Sesheta answered. She shrugged her shoulders and looked away. "I'm not about to start any trouble don't find a fancy for it." Though it looks real suspisious that I'm already in the village. She winced at the thought. Maybe I shouldn't've bypassed those senturies, she scolded herself. As she was trying to pass off as a younger vampire, and a boy, she technically didn't yet have the skill to go around unseen by werewolves.

Sesheta was beginning to think her cockiness went a little too far. Now she stood up and backed away until her back was against the building. "I could tell you name calling isn't very respectful," she murmered. "But I don't think you'd listen." And I bet I'm older than you, she thought wearily. And I doubt the whole "respect your elders" is out of the question.

"I'm just passing though, and don't want to fight. A good reason you shouldn't kill me? I've done nothing, taken nothing. I'll be out after nightfall." And magic isn't exactly something I'm used to fighting. A pain in her left arm, awakened by the feeling of a fight, reminded her of the awfulness of the poison. On a few occasions, she was forced to use a special weapon with the poison. It was a hand-length skewer, like an enlarged toothpick. Sesheta was taught to coat the needles with the poison of her curse, which was painful, and throw it with deadly aim at an opponent. The poison was already eating at her alive, but only a few could have that privaledge.

The smell of death came from the memory. She stiffened involuntarily. To ready herself, she slipped one of the needles from her coat arm to her hand. If she was attacked, she could use them without needless killing. Without poison.

Sesheta immediatly felt a wave of respect for the young wolf. "Now you're getting somewhere," she said with a wave of her hand, rehiding her needles with the action. Some questions that can't be danced around, she though with a smile. The chase was fun, but someone learning how to play the game was priceless.

"I am not a spy," she said bluntly. Lieing wasn't her strong point, even if jumping around the question was. But with the weak security around here, I may as well be a spy. She deliberatly thought of her words as she said them, "I understand your position," she began with consession to the opposition. "An unfortunete folly of mine was not paying attention to my surroundings. I had no idea I had crossed over into wolf-territory. A true mistake, one I promise to not make again." I sound like a bloody diplomat, she thought with a sneer to her speech.

"If you don't want me wandering, I understand. You can watch me all day if you want. I won't go anywhere you don't want me to." Then she rose a finger, "But I would prefer not it to be a cell." I wouldn't want them to have the trouble of looking for me when I escape, she wickedly thought.

Sesheta brightened at the turn of events. "I'll give you mine if you give me yours," she grinned wolfishly. Then not even waiting for an answer, she continued, "I'm Sesh." She held out a hand to shake then remembered that the werewolf was already not too friendly, thought most weren't. An after thought that the sun was out there crossed her mind that not shaking hands also was for the best. She concealed action by lifting her hat and running her hand through her hair. Then placing the cap firmly back on, curling her short hair up where the cap surrounded her head.

The shortened form of her name wasn't at all untrue. She was called Sesh by one of her brothers at one time. It was more masculine, as Sesheta was very feminine.

Again, Matthias was forced to wait, but showed no signs of impatience. He merely observed while Dara cast aside the guards and their frettings. Matthias knew Cane's name, but not much beyond that. Why would his opinion on Matthias's presence matter? Was the wolven out for Dara's attention? Or was he some close-minded bureaucrat type? Some stickler for traditions? Only time would tell it seemed. He followed Dara into the room, and noticed several heads turn in his direction. Immediately, he locked gazes with his house head, and strode quickly in the man's direction. Most, if not all, gazes followed him around the table.

When Matthias stood next to his house head's chair, Halen Roderick he was named, the grizzled werewolf stood, a sense of strength and authority emanating from his six and half foot human form. "I have come to request your permission to allow my appearance during this meeting, and this meeting alone." The tension in the room had obvious escalated, and Matthias could tell many others wished to speak. Halen studied Matthias with a level gaze, measuring his very soul it seemed, with a piercing gaze that could make any child, vampire or werewolf, shiver. After some time, he nodded solemnly.

"This time, and this time only shall I vouch for your presence. Henceforth, you will have to earn that right." Matthias sighed and nodded, grateful for the outcome. Apparently word had not made its way to his leader that he had earned his way in, but he chose not to say anything. Others might view it as disrespect, although Matthias was sure Halen would not see it so. He was a respectable man, and he had Matthias's whole-hearted support in leadership.

After letting his gaze move about the room to see whether the others approved or disproved of the decision, he moved himself away from the table, and stood along the wall behind his house head, arms folded across his chest.