Father Dawson (May 13, 2011 12:01:10 AM)
*Rising from his seat and looked at Penelope*.. follow but don't come close... be ready if I call for you..*he rubbed her snout not worried that she would bite him while she was eating.... *Calling Spike out of the pocket inside his robes where he slept* Come Spike it's time to see if this is our quary or not. *Enacting his cloaking powers he hid from sight and moved silently through the bayou to get a better look at these humans jumping over the fire*
deemaunik (May 13, 2011 12:05:01 AM)
Indeed, Penelope had nothing to offer up in response to the discussion beside the same sort of low rumble she generally employed to agree and accept. Jaws opened as a morsel was tossed up and backwards on her tongue, then back another step, and behind the flap of the gullet. The long, thick head of the Gator turned and moved the carcass, taking another bite before following along behind at a distance that was safe. Spike crawled up onto Dawson's shoulder and lapel, the thick rodent placing itself at a better vantage point for the transit. Clouds cleared, though thunder yet struck in the distance and reverberated the loose street signs against their poles.
Father Dawson (May 13, 2011 12:08:24 AM)
*The Nosferatu didn't care much about being wet or the raid as he moved through the swamps.. six miles by foot was not like six miles by air... he was slow moving not sure if there would be scouts and if they could pierce his cloaking or not and he wasn't going to risk it on the chance that they couldn't. He had time.. he slipped closer and closer to the indicated location and then he started to listen for the sounds of their revelrie*
deemaunik (May 13, 2011 12:11:33 AM)
As the distance closed, the general song of the Wild was interrupted by something a little -more- wild, foreign. No music played, but human hooting and hollering was bouncing through the trees, making the location difficult to locate. Turning your head to the left made it sound like one direction, to the right, the other. Eventually, though, Dawson picked up on it. In between the felled cypress trees and overhanging foliage, a Fire Dance was in full swing with two corpses left by the area he neared. The bodies were almost unrecognizable, charred and obviously drained completely before. The smell was what made the final close simple, that sort of smoldering human flesh stink that was unmistakable. A half dozen individuals leapt over and some times -through- the flames.
Father Dawson (May 13, 2011 12:15:46 AM)
*Watching he hunkered down to get an acurate count and to see if any of them were the targets that he was seeking... he had their pictures memorized they had ciruclated the Camarilla enough for him to catch wind and look them over.. he was looking for the Leaders Pack, specifically Echo that is who would get him his boon..*
deemaunik (May 13, 2011 12:18:01 AM)
One did appear to be Echo, who sat mostly morose on the outskirts of the flame, watching. Though something about her seemed strange, slightly off. Not what you'd expect from an Elder Cainite. Though who the fuck knew with the Sabbat. She matched the images almost perfectly, and was a dead ringer for Amaryllis DeCuir. The others moved like children, raucous and filled with a sort of joy that made an individual think Neonate. Maybe recently embraced, drunk on expending blood to be able to lift cars. That sort of Ooh Shiny situation that all go through when they discover even the most mundane aspects of Potence through Ghouling.
Father Dawson (May 13, 2011 12:22:48 AM)
*nodding his head he watched her and slowly made his way away from the fire... this idiots might like testing their luck but he didn't... after he was a bit away he once again called out for his Bat's this time though he was specific in his calling.. singling out the bats that brought him the reports of the gathering in his call for they would be rewarded after this was done... he made sure he wasn't very close ot the gathering when he called them and as they arrived he asked them to watch these two leggers and to follow them for him and he would reward them making them stronger then their fellows for their help*
deemaunik (May 13, 2011 12:25:33 AM)
The larger of the group, and thus hungrier, appeared to whine gently at the sentiment, but accepted and once more moved to stable locales to keep an eye out on the group. In the distance, there was a loud crack of bone and sinew, followed by a loud storm of laughter and joy.
Father Dawson (May 13, 2011 12:29:29 AM)
*Dawson looked at the sky as he made his way back to the Sugar Mill* Yes Spike I seen her too... I know the resemblance was uncanny... *he looked at the Rat* She will owe us for this information... we will collect these boons and use them to the advantage of the clan... yes you will be rewarded too....*he converesed with Spike as he made his way back through the swamp... he did take care to cover his tracks as best he could so that they couldn't follow him to his home... though that would be suicide for any of them that tried to get into the Warrens*
deemaunik (May 13, 2011 12:31:30 AM)
Penelope grumbled as she followed, wanting more to eat and having the entire trek of a Baker's Dozen miles be all for naught. But, the bond silenced the dinosaur quickly enough and she slithered along behind. Spike, who got a ride, didn't give two shits. He was happy as a pig in shit, or, a ghouled rat on a Nosferatu's person. The tail curled around Dawson's neck as Spike once more found his way into the clothing of the fallen Father, the occasional shrill of a bat in the sky. Higher pitched, completely unrelated to his own vessels.
Father Dawson (May 13, 2011 12:35:41 AM)
*There were enough insects in the area that the bats kept watch that they would be able to feed a bit but he did feel bad for their interupted meal... though this was important that they keep a watch on Echo and her group for he needed to get reinforcements and to inform Rylie so she could present the information so that she gets the Recoginition for finding the Sabbat leader...*
Father Dawson (May 13, 2011 12:37:15 AM)
*Penelope would get an extra drop of his blood tonight this beyond her normal diluted dose that was in the spawning pools he would make sure she was rewarded for her efforts and interuption of her meal... he would need her soon he could feel it. As he returned to the Warrens and sent a Message to the Toreador Primogen*
deemaunik (May 13, 2011 12:37:28 AM)
[ Right on. Anything else to address? ]
Father Dawson (May 13, 2011 12:37:35 AM)
not here
deemaunik (May 13, 2011 12:37:51 AM)
I'd grant XP, but I feel like it'd look like favoritism. =3
Father Dawson (May 13, 2011 12:38:03 AM)
(na don't worry about it)
deemaunik (May 13, 2011 12:38:32 AM)
[ Auf wiedersehen! ]
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