The other Garou suddenly revealed themselves -- or herself, rather -- and Selene scrambled back as close to the wall as she could get, thinking that the female was joining the male already before her in attacking. Chandra tensed, only to get one good look at the woman and, to Selene's deep surprise, actually smile, wide enough to show a hint of fang. Clearly there was something about the woman that pleased the bloodweaver, even in the midst of this terrifying situation."Now and here are not the best time and place for this discussion. Soren, forget the Nosferatu for one moment and consider the humans on this floor. We must not lift the Veil from their eyes. And you, Chandra, do not consider yourself safe yet. It would be wiser to beg Soren to meet you outside of his den in a neutral location where all parties may be clear headed and free from territorial protection and free from human interference. Two of you, both of us. And do not mention McGarret to us again unless it is necessary for us to deal with him further.""Aye, 'tis well thought,"
Chandra answered, keeping her voice quiet as Shepard closed his eye, apparently trying to contain his Rage, and -- shocking Selene yet again -- bowed deeply to the female Garou, her hand upon her heart and her forehead nearly touching the floor in her obeisance. "She who Strides in Silence... fellow one, like I, who is chosen by and serves the Lady -- whom you name Owl -- we thank you for such."
Selene looked back and forth between the two women, utterly bemused. Chandra thought this woman, this female Garou, served Lady Peace, one of the six patrons of her kind? Could Garou even serve the same ones as her own kind? Was such blasphemy to say? She didn't know: she'd never thought of it before, save that they were said to all, as a kind, be governed by Lord Death himself...
... and what did "She who Strides in Silence"
mean?"There's a park north of here in a wooded area. Be there in 10 minutes."
Soren's voice startled Selene out of her musings, and she looked at him nervously, only to see that the red had faded somewhat in his eye. Chandra immediately bowed to him too -- though not as low as she had to the woman -- and placed her hands at his feet: Selene recognized that gesture, too, it was one that was given to someone you were allowing to have power over you. She'd done that very gesture to Sullivan when she'd sworn into his service before her clan... was Chandra truly allying herself, or was it merely a symbol? "We shall. Gather your things, Selene."
Selene pried herself away from the wall and scrambled over, hastily gathering up her weapons and stowing them away even as Soren disappeared back into his dwelling. Chandra led the way down the hall quickly, and Selene grabbed her sword as they went, sheathing it quickly and glancing back at the door they'd left behind.
It wasn't until they were safely outside that they both started to cough and wheeze, trying to clear the garlic from their lungs. "Wh-why... why did you bow so?"
Selene managed after several long moments, "Who is that female?""Another tribe from Shepard,"
Chandra answered, gathering her weapons into a pile on the ground, "Dancers of the Black Spiral are ever-unpredictable, even among Garou, but Those that Stride in Silence..."
She smiled a little again, which confused Selene all over again. "We may yet gain our tale, Selene. I have met representatives of but two tribes of Garou within my lifetime, before today, but one such was the Silent Striders, as they name themselves. We shall see what can be done today. Lay your weapons here with mine, swiftly now...""... we are to go without weapons entirely...?"
Selene asked dubiously. She didn't like the idea of that at all. Chandra gave her a long look, then sighed and replaced her finger cap. "Does such please you? I shall take none else, and 'tis more than enough for you, also, Nightshade.""I thank you,"
the younger responded promptly, and gave a little bow: she hadn't meant to insult Chandra's abilities with her comment, she just didn't trust the Garou as much as Chandra seemed to currently be doing. She laid her weapons down, and Chandra drew a few drops of her own blood, spreading them in a circle around the pile and drawing a few quick runes. As the last rune was formed, the weapons vanished, and Selene gasped instinctively: she knew by the runes that Chandra had sent them back to the City, but she had never seen someone perform a transportation spell with so little blood. Chandra gave her a little smile, then rose. "Come. We have not much time."
She started to climb up to one of the nearby roofs, and Selene followed hastily, running after the older woman, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, searching for the park Shepard had mentioned. Selene was proud to show off her skill at such, but she also noted that Chandra's movements were infinitely graceful: she almost seemed to be floating through the leaps, and perhaps she really was, for her finger still bled and could be drawn from.
Spotting the trees ahead, they changed course a little, speeding up even more. Selene didn't hesitate at all: as soon as she reached the roof of the last building, she leaped straight out without fear, landing within the closest tree of the park, light enough to shake off only a couple of leaves. This was where her talent truly lay, for her brother had taught her this when they had still lived in the north of the human country England, in the ancestral home of the Nightshade clan. Chandra leaped instead to the ground -- though she did truly seem to float down this time -- and raced below as Selene darted from tree to tree.
Heading to the middle of the park, the trees got thicker. The two Nosferatu headed to a small clearing among the densest trees, and Chandra let out a whistle once they reached it, signalling Selene to descend. She did, dropping down lightly; they were both hardly out of breath. "That was well done,"
Chandra commented, and Selene smiled brightly, unable to keep from preening a little."I thank you~"
She didn't want to sit, so she remained standing. Chandra, however, sat gracefully down, folding her legs one atop the other
, to wait for the Garou. They didn't have to wait long: the Garou would be able to find them easily, by their scent. Chandra promptly spoke as soon as they were close enough to hear."We have left our weapons behind, this time. Servant of Owl, have you the knowledge of the tale we seek? I have been remiss in not asking you: 'tis the honor of your tribe to weave tales, is it not? I put the same request to you as I have to Soren Shepard, if you know such: We have need of such information, and would be honored by your telling."
Her tiny smile returned. "'Tis custom among mine own clan that any tale told is to be answered with another... This tale we seek shall be answered by any of our own either of you may desire."