Loraly*
I gaze down at the students from my window, their giddiness and nervousness almost matching mine. Students are littered everywhere, chatting happily and bragging about their outfits. They rejoice because the Rebel Council returns today with two young males, heirs who seek mates. I am happy because my hours here are numbered.
Casting my gaze away from them, I look at the sky. The sun is setting and every passing minute brings me closer and closer to my freedom.
The celebration will begin with a parade. The Rebels Council with drive through town till they get to the hall and rebels will parade behind and in front of them. When they do, they alight the car and are allowed to enter the hall. Then the real celebration begins.
I have to admit I am scared, not just nervous. The thought of someone getting hurt because of this leaves me worried every time I think about it. What is someone gets seriously injured? Or worse, left behind?
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Third Person Point of View
The celebration had begun. Rebels stood and gushed happily in the hall, each one looking stunning as they tried to outshine each other.
The Rebel Council sat side by side, getting the best view of it all. The men were of different colors and ethnicities, but they were all male, not a single female was part of the council. It was like an unspoken rule. The seven older men sat with blank faces, obviously seeing a celebration similar to that one before, while the two younger heirs, Corbett Sullivan and Sean Sing watched with silent amusement and excitement.
The lights in the hall dimmed as it was time for the last performance of the night, a dance performance.
The dancers silently, slowly walked to the middle of the hall which was quite spacious. They stood in their black, seductive costumes, took their places and waited for the music to start.
It was a little painful for the young heirs to watch as the music didn't come on for a minute or so. The young students in their little costumes looked ready to be devoured.
Two of the girls who were about to perform weren't like the rest. They had the same ulterior motives. They were going to do what they had practiced for weeks; dance, but not just for the fun of it or for the praise either.
The music begun and the girls started with with abrupt movements, each one changing position as they spread around the open space. The music then changed to a slow and sensual one, the girls moved seductively, their outfits complimenting their movements. Most of them gave the heirs seductive looks while the two of the girls did not. They knew what they were doing, playing hard to get.
According to what they had found out, the heirs didn't like girls who were easy to get. Sure, they could seem interested but they wouldn't truly be. Girls who didn't want them were their targets. To them, it made their victory much sweeter. The girls had to use it to their advantage.
The beat quickened and so did their movements. The audience was shocked hat how precise and perfect the choreography was. They had captivated everyone in the room, well almost everyone.
The Bates Twins weren't enjoying the party as everyone else was. Sure they watched and were captivated as well, but they couldn't fully relax.
Circe had told her sister of her suspicion and Gwinifer was not shocked, to say the least. She actually expected it. They knew they had to stop them, but they wanted to let them try. They hadn't detected any strange activity yet, but they waited patiently. They knew the girls had some sort of distraction concocted so they could just sneak out, but they were about to be shocked at how it perfectly it would work.
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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥 (ON HOLD)
WerwolfSassy late-shifter, Loraly Scott, had never been one to stay out of trouble. Hiding her abilities from most of the people around her kept her biggest issues at bay, but it could only do so for so long. Between getting shipped to a one-of-a-kind boar...