[center][h1][color=#BC8F8F]Vae Lynn SaDablio[/color][/h1][/center]
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Vae’s body tensed as the man slowly inched away from her. The simple object lingering in place as her eyes followed. When the person had vanished from the girl’s view her head turned towards what seemed like the most powerful figures in the room. Running would be rather useless if these creatures were actually fae, though those with a more animistic trend would possibly feel the need to chase down their prey. Leaving the huge percentage of death to linger over one’s head. A fact some of these people have forgotten already.

Stroking they’re egos seemed to have an intoxicating effect on them. Wonderful if one wanted either a swift death or a life of comfort. Correction. A semi peaceful existence in this time of horror. Perhaps this lack of emotions would play to both her disadvantage as well as her advantage. Do they even smell the fear which was possible seeping out of these humans like some sort of perfume? The woman sighed as if to answer her own pondering.

[color=#BC8F8F][i]” Most likely. If they’re anything like the old legends then they would be able to smell every’s in this room. For those who don’t have the sweetened aroma then they would pay no mind. So what is it that makes them tick?”[/i][/color] Her eyes wandered the room again catching a fae speaking to someone strange. 

[color=#BC8F8F][i]” Where’s the common factor between these faes. The anemôha (dog) seemed to be engulfed with an artist. Wâkoshęha to a fellow music lover. Wait… these two were never looked at until they started mimicking their everyday lives. Is it curiosity which drives them? Is this the whole picture which I’m missing? Or is this just one of many puzzle pieces? I need to learn more about these creatures. Yet I feel as if I need to keep away from the wâkoshęha. So frustrating.”[/i][/color] The woman thought to herself.

The same old card that being dealt out and all new player. Vae sighed in frustration. This game was the most vile thing to place on all of them. A game which she was hoping to walk out of entirely yet here the young woman stood. No older than 16 and being sold for whatever they had in store. A perfect fucking start to a new god damn life. Fan fucking fabulous. The native american attempted to quiet her flooding thoughts and listened closely to the next part of what deemed like a never ending speech.

[color=#BC8F8F][i]” Wait, what about odd woman!?”[/i][/color] The girl mentally screamed as a mass of bells ringing and shifting wind which was filled her sight. Once they were gone she groaned in irritation. [color=#BC8F8F][i]” Make a deal with a kind man from your school and you wind being someone’s plaything. What’s next? The impregnation of slaves to increase Fae population? No way in will I be apart of that little plan.”[/I][/color]

This was the world they lived in now. One wrong move, one wrong word, a single emotions could wind up biting them in the ass. Well all except for what the on male human figured out and to be honest being humbled wasn’t so bad. After all the native american a massive amount of practice with this single thing. Ironic that her family and boyfriend came to the rescue in a time in need. A simple rattling sound caused the teenager’s head to turned towards the newly formed scene. Well New to her anyways.

The man seemed really high alert after scrolling away from the spitfire, as if he was hunting for a fresh kill within a group, though the moments were much much eloquent. Was this the way of all Fae or just his one? Her mind slowly shifting like gears moving a machine. Granted that this didn't last long. As if reading Vae’s mind the wâkoshęha walked towards her. No, walking the correct word for his movements. Too common for a thing like this fae. Dancing fitted much better in this scene. Though when the guy leaned close and pulled opened her shirt things felt unbelieving uncomfortable. Naturally the girl leaned backwards as if to grant the man more moving area.

[color=#BC8F8F]” My shâka tailed wâkoshęha lord, as much as I’m honored for your attention I must respectfully ask that you take a step back. I am unaccustomed for someone someone to come towards me without intent to harm. As for you remarkable question the band is a symbol of my tribe.  koshęha is highly respected for my people.”[/color] She said in the most respectful toned manner as possible for her. [color=#BC8F8F]” As for my personal reason I have it as a reminder of my home though I’m very happy that my spirit animal kind decided to see me personally.”[/color]