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 Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 7:37 pm
For the first time in what felt like eternity, she'd had enough time 'sober' to make a cohesive thought. That cohesive thought was 'I need help'. Yet it hadn't exactly been clear to her who she was to go and seek out said help from when she'd left her dorm room, a waste of dark red blood staining the front of her clothing, and gone out walking.
The pain settled back into her gut as quickly as it had diminished and she suddenly recoiled from being on school grounds at all, scratching the sides of her head feverishly, leaving red streaks from her fingers in her hair and the fur of her ears. She derailed from whatever initial goal she'd had and set out past the gates instead.
Feed me.
Her stomach keened at her again, and she winced and wrapped her arms around it, giving her the appearance of a wounded animal as she continued walking. Past strange glances, past a few concerned 'are you okay's, off of the borders of halloween and well away from anywhere she should have considered safe. Despite how injured she looked, the only thing that hurt was inside of her. It could have been a manifestation of stress, or loathing, or any menagerie of things, but one thing remained certain as she walked well beyond the grounds she should have been in.
She needed Medea.
The priestess had a place of her own, she knew that much from her limited experiences inside of the clan's ground on her way to other places, but she wasn't sure which was which, and found herself peering, without invitation, into many homes, each look accompanied by a 'High Priestess?'. Sometimes a rather displeased noise - whether from the pricolici or her stomach - would tag along as well when she wasn't found.
Was she not home? She wasn't sure, but Shehk would keep looking until she found the horsewoman she was looking for.....Zoobey I TAKE FOREVER TO MAKE THREADS.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 12:22 am
There was an old saying that those who seek the path shall always find their way: as old perhaps as the Head Priestess who seemingly swept through time and history itself, almost entirely transparent.
And yet, her aura was there and the scent that accompanied: an odd fragrance that wafted from her tent of sweet incense and the unshakeable feeling of nostalgia, clear and thick. It easily lured anyone seeking the Head Priestess, despite the closed state of the tent flap. The incense burning strong, the smoke emitting from the open top of the tent outwards were more than enough signs of Medea's occupancy within.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 6:33 am
The scent likely would have caught her, even if she hadn't had as impressive of a nose as she was naturally blessed with. In fact, the only boon her nose actually granted her in this instance was a somewhat stronger response to it, a catch of scent that was rather different in strength and depth than most Horsemen would have made of it.
It also prevented her from having to work too hard to track, her unwelcome peeking into other's homes stopped as instead Shehk made her way around them instead, eyes flickering up towards the sky once or twice to seek out the source of the thick fragrance.
Once she had found the smoking tent (albeit not an 'I'm on fire' type of smoking) Shehk took a moment to breathe in a few lungfuls of that incense before she carefully moved the flap open, peering inside.
"High Priestess?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 12:01 am
The tent was warm, but comfortably so, the pyre almost a fireplace withthe Head Priestess kneeling in front, head bowed, eyes closed. She stirred at the query, raising her chin, though her eyes remained firmly closed. A soft smile.
"Those who seek my guidance shall always recieve so." The flames behind them burned a thick blue for a second, as if responding to Shehk's presence. "What is it you seek, young student of Amityville?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 2:32 am
She couldn't help but give the pyre an uneasy look, a brief look of fear glazing over her eyes. Steeling herself, Shehk took a moment tot remove her shoes before stepping further into the tent - an act of respect for the homes of others she couldn't recall where she'd picked up.
Trying to keep herself from glancing back at the pyre too often, Shehk seated herself on the floor along with Medea, settling on her knees in a similar fashion. The only difference was that she made a point to settle lower, back still tall, but more slack in her legs to keep from making the priestess look up.
What was it she sought? Shehk's lips pulled back grimly. "I have come to you because I feel that there is no other I could safely turn to - over the last year I have been consumed by the scent of the one they call Caelius. More recently I nearly devoured another hunter." It was a rather easy backstory for context. "Now, I find that I am.. losing my senses trying to recreate them to sate a craving.'
I hunger for human blood in a way unsafe for one who should follow the rules of Halloween..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 12:44 am
The corner's of the Head Priestess's lips turned upwards, just slightly so, even as she did not quite open her eyes. "It is not wrong for predators to seek their prey, for those who are gods and descendants of immortals to naturally crave to be above all else. Indeed, desire is a strong, powerful trait, if put to good use, could make you stronger, even more powerful than you already are. This too is a path yet-"
Medea finally opened her eyes, gazing at Shehk almost coyly, "What is the path that you desire?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 6:30 am
The look that flashed across Shehk's face seemed to imply that this was the first time it seemed someone had felt she was justified to crave what was only natural prey to her. In fact,she'd felt that her bloodlust was so taboo she'd been trying to hide it as best she could. Not even her best friend had been informed of it.
But the idea of power made her entire body ache, her unbeating heart seeming to cringe as the images of several different individuals passed through her mind, causing her to start worrying at several colored charms she wore on her necklace. Power? Her tongue, in a similar fashion, worried at the gaps in her teeth where her fangs had been.
"I wish to be strong enough to protect the important things that I have failed - I do not want to be hindered by the weaknesses that have plagued me."
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 11:56 pm
"It is a good start," Medea nodded, neither incredibly encouraging nor discouraging. "Power indeed comes to those who seek it, and to those who have great potential. However, potential itself is not quite enough, not without application, not simply seeing but the act of becoming so. You wish to protect those important things to you and you wish not to be hindered by your weaknesses. Those are two seperate desires altogether, paths that pull apart from each other. Tell me, young student of Amityville, which path is the one you seek greater and how steep is the price you are willing to overcome to obtain such desire? I cannot grant desire, I can only show you the path you seek."
The pyre next to Medea shimmered as she spoke, and for a second curled into something: the beginnings of a gate, still smoky and grey.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 8:51 am
Two very different paths? Weren't they the same thing? If she was strong couldn't she protect the important things? Shehk's brow knitted as she tried to figure out where the two goals pulled apart from one another as Medea suggested. She couldn't quite distinguish that seam, however.
So she simply chose the one she felt would be the means to both ends.
"I do not want to be weak." she answered. "Whatever price I have to pay - whatever part of myself must be sacrificed to that end - is of little consequence." Shehk had paid enough of herself into being weak, she would have rather been using that productively.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 11:38 pm
"Then we shall see the resolve of your core." Medea turned now, pulling out a familiar object, the mirror she had used during the seige to Deus Ex. She turned it towards Shehk, reflection facing the other. "The mirror reflects your core," The Head Priestess elaborated, as the mirror itself pulsalted, revealing the student's center, "Yet now it is weak, starved of Fear. It is hungry from being deprived and because of it it has grown desperate, without choices. The weak seek to become strong, but only the strongest prevail. Tell me, child, how does a weak core become stronger?"
When one came to think of it, after all, the answer was right there all along.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 6:10 am
The reflection shown startled Shehk, actually reaching up to try and figure out where exactly that core was in relation to what the mirror showed. Perhaps it was a futile effort, but she couldn't help herself. She'd never seen such a thing before. Especially not her own - already broken, in some ways, from a life short lived.
Medea's question required a moment of thought. It is starved she had just said. Her weak core was perhaps the source of the pain that made her crave. At least that was what it sounded like to her. ".... Feed it FEAR?" Shehk answered, obviously uncertain of her answer.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 11:28 pm
"A good answer, a strong path, and why you are, of course, here." Medea confirmed without actually quite, reconfirming. "It is indeed Fear that many seek to grow stronger, unobtainable still by simply stagnating in a given path, caged, an environment that wearies. Some Fear is meant to be obtained and hunted."
The Head Priestess gazed up now, jewelry jangling, just slightly. "Do you know what we represent as the Lost Clans?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 8:25 am
She'd take that as a ... yes? It sounded like a yes. A yes, but also that the path that Halloween had put her on was almost set up for failure in some way. At least, that was how it sounded to her. Perhaps it wouldn't be that way for everybody - Jack knew she knew some very strong individuals. However...
As Medea implied, Shehk was a predator. She did better to hunt like one.
The horsewoman's question this time seemed a little bit easier to Shehk, "Are you referring to the alternative title of 'The Horsemen of the Apocalypse' by chance?" She'd heard one of the now-protectors use that phrase when they'd been staying at Amityville - eons ago, it felt.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 12:16 am
"A horsemen," Medea repeated, "An interesting term first coined by humans. Now it stands as a testament to our will, our very core, creation and being. It does not matter the name we are given, but rather what we do with our title. You may be chosen, but without you choosing the path in front of you shrivels and finally fades away. A horsemen, a Lost Clans, one of the Apocalypse, regardless of names and titles, remains strong, and chooses their path and their path alone. If you fear, you can only move backwards. If you strive, if you hunger, you can only grow to feed yourself."
Medea gestured for Shehk with one hand, flickering it slightly. "Come closer, child. I will give you a taste of the Fear you desire and you in return shall fulfill your own hunger tenfold. Only then will you truly grow."
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 6:44 am
If choosing to be a predator was her path, Shehk would embrace that. She was sick of being prey for hunters - and perhaps those with more power than she in Halloween as well. With that in mind, however, she actually seemed hesitant. Staying put, Shehk bowed her head to the priestess.
"Even a taste is something I feel I should earn from you." she confessed. "It goes against what I have been taught to not work for what I am given." Her lips tightened at the memory of the vampire who had taught her so much. "So if you are still inclined to give me such a thing, at least let me repay you in some way."
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