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He’s tried to use his ability to cheer up his friends, like the time he hijacked a buck and surprised Karia and Mona after the tribe’s relocation. The encounter ended in with a confused and pissed off deer running off after wrecking the living room and tearing through the insect screen of the patio door.
Karia, the Psychic for the Semes Tribe
As their superior and the soul mate of their chief, Nail became a mother figure to members of Wave Three. This was already the case with Shade, her younger cousin whose mother was killed on a scouting run. She’s abrasive and boasts “tough love,” but in reality she’s the first to notice when something is off with her “children”–AKA, her actual son and the Wave Three demons.
“She and I might have been born siblings in this life, but as far as ‘first life’ relations go, that isn’t the case. She’s nothing to me,” the demon declared, stepping back toward their original meeting place. Monty ambled along with Leah between them. “You’re her guardian now, so don’t fuck things up. Give her everything she needs and don’t fight it when she eventually leaves.”
Monty froze, his eyes lowered. Clint’s words not only stung, but reminded him of something Kris had told them just hours earlier:
“Bandits don’t do well in confined spaces–they’re used to traveling by any means necessary.”
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She was the younger sister to Lorenzo and Matteo, the mother of Sam and Ricky, the only aunt to the Alagona youths. Her thick hair framed her heart-shaped face, only a few white strands visible among the raven waves. Her once fern-green eyes were blanketed by a cloudy fog; when she used her telepathic abilities, her irises turned a deep indigo. The shift in eye color did not aid with the councilperson’s sight, but it did grant her visions of the future. She was the psychic before Alexa was recruited, the prophetess the elders turned to when making major decisions.
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She squinted in the waning sunlight, studying him. His hair was coal black and shaved short along the sides, the tip of his dark wavy crown spilling over onto his forehead, threatening to cover his thick onyx brows and gorgeous emerald eyes. They nearly distracted her from his aura–his bright greenish-yellow glow, speckled with light brown closer to his body and topped with a prominent outer layer of baby pink.
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Preferring to claim territory in the wintry north, the Havet Tribe chose to limit their contact with humans and spirits alike, clinging to the indigenous human tribes of the Blackfoot Confederacy as a cover. They protected the humans and in turn were allowed to integrate with their people.
Jenna tried to rationalize with her flustered thoughts and out-of-place physical reactions–how could she like a girl like she was meant to like a boy? No boy had ever made her feel like this, made her feel too weak to stand or breathe, just by existing within Jenna’s sight.
After negative altercations and experiences with the Jupiterial Court and Solar Tribe, who seemed to be forever conflicted with one another, the Uranian Tribe sought out the Martian Tribe in Japan. The Martians discouraged contact with the outside world, and so were furious when their Matriarch agreed to meet with Sabrina.
Sisters of the Shadows 