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Post by aftermidnight8 on Feb 14, 2008 8:29:29 GMT 10
Shad continued to scan the room as he ate. He wasn't sure what the first girl's remark was supposed to mean, but he knew she had meant for him to hear it. He grinned slightly when he noticed a street urchin lingering in the corner. The boy reminded him of himself at that age and he made a mental note to make sure the boy got dinner that night. His head shot up suddenly when a golden eyed girl loped into the room. He couldn't help but stare at her mezmerizing eyes. Something about her was different, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Stop it, Shad, mind your own business! he admonished himself, immediatley dropping his eyes to his plate although his sense remind intuned to the room around him.
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Post by tesumi on Feb 14, 2008 8:42:44 GMT 10
Tes's eyes shot around the room quickly, she was now trying her best to avoid any eye contact at all. The food and drink had replenished the brilliant gold of her eyes, making her feel as if she was even more obvious. Still, she was curious (curiosity killed the cat, so they say ). She closed her eyes again and munched on piece of bread, trying to with hold her disgust, the tavern owner had been friendly enough and she didn't want to offend him. Her head shot up however when she felt a pair of eyes bore through her, The Falsko she thought quickly, his scent was easy to identify. They locked eyes for a moment before he looked away, making her ever the more curious. Do I stand out that much? I certainly hope not...no one else is staring though... she thought to herself, her eyes raked over the scar on his cheek and a sudden rush of nostalgia washed over her. "Kado" she murmured sadly, remembering how he too had a faint scar going from his cheek down his neck and chest. She pushed away the thoughts as quickly as possible, they often distracted her and put her in a type of trance and she needed to be alert at the moment. Tes gave her head a gentle shake, clearing the thoughts from her mind. She closed her eyes once again and rested her chin on her folded hands, leaning forward. She was listening in on the conversations through out the room, she skipped over most of it. Silly human problems held no interest for her, she wanted...no needed to hear if there was any news of other Voskons in town, hopefully her brother. Her lips twitched down ever so slightly into a frown, there was nothing or nothing of interest that is. Actually the strange human girl looking for a sword master was mildly humorous to her, the little things hardly looked like a sword wielder. Her golden eyes snapped open and she started moodily at her plate, Guess its time to start working the room. she thought gloomily to herself. Tes wasn't eager to be social with humans, they often had many prejudges on her race. Tes lifted her hand up slowly, gesturing a servant girl who was being pestered by a few drunkards from across the room with a quick flick of her wrist. She tossed her head back, letting her hood fall down revealing her delicate features and long folds of dark hair. She coaxed the girl forward with another flick of her wrist, widening her enchanting eyes in attempt to lure her in. She knew how often humans became lost in her brilliant eyes, and that worked well to her advantage. *edit* I added on more I didn't have time to post exactly what I wanted earlier.
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Post by aftermidnight8 on Feb 14, 2008 13:22:49 GMT 10
Shad watched the newest arrival from under half closed eyes. To most in the room, his attention was rivited on his plate, but they would have been wrong. When she tossed back her hood, he almost gasped. The full effect of her eyes hit him hard and he quickly glanced away, only to turn his full attention back on her. For some odd reason, he suddenly felt like the hunted instead of the hunter and it was all he could do to keep from bolting from the room. Instead, he forced himself to slowly finish his meal before sliding his long legs out from under the table and making his way toward the door in the ground eating gait of someone who spent far more time in the woods than in the city. He paused in the doorway to catch the street rat's attention before dropping a coin, almost unnoticably, to the ground.
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Post by fateandfaith on Feb 14, 2008 13:53:49 GMT 10
For the first time in her life, SaRheia had left Laosn. Sure, contracts had taken her outside of the city's limits before, but she had always returned to her birthplace. This last time, she had left with no intention of returning if she could help it. There was too much pain behind her and too little hope in front of her in the capital. She had gathered the few belongings and the little money she had and walked out of the abandoned building she'd been calling home with a new start in mind. The journey to Daism had left her coinpurse dangerously empty and her stomach even more so. She longed for the hearty meals and warm beds to be found within the Donovan's hall, but those days were far behind her now. Whisper and the brothers and sisters that his love and teaching had given her were gone, and she was alone. The night wind tugged at the ragged edges of her dark cloak, blowing it behind her like an angry spirit until she grabbed one edge and threw it over her shoulder. She hugged herself underneath the thin fabric, chilled to the bone. Along with the cold, however, the wind carried faint voices and the scent of liquor. She followed her senses, brightening instantly when she noticed the light of a roaring fire pouring out of the inn's windows. She all but ran over a young man paused in the doorway in her eagerness to escape the cold. She grumbled a short apology, but did not break stride as she made her way to one of the few tables that remained by the fireside. Following Whisper's teachings, she grudgingly took the seat furthest from the fire, because it was the one that left her back to a wall and her face to the door. No good assassin ever left their back exposed. She unwound the meager cloth wraps from her hands and arms that had been serving as gloves and pushed her hair back out of her face. A serving girl came forward, and she waved the girl off. There wasn't money for that. Yet, she hoped. If I'm lucky, I might be able to afford a stall at the stable to sleep in. She untied her cloak and laid it over the back of her chair, revealing her trade to any discerning eyes. A short sword was strapped to the length of her right thigh, and a bow and quiver hung from her shoulder. The tattoo across her throat that would have earned her a death sentence in Laosn, was clearly displayed. With no other means of obtaining work, she depended on these crude, telltale signs. She leaned into the fire, rubbing her hands together for warmth and hoped.
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Post by tesumi on Feb 14, 2008 14:13:11 GMT 10
The little servant girl seemed slightly busy, to Tes's annoyance but she kept her face clear of it and invited her with her eyes and hands again. A new scent entered the room, causing her to roll on eye back. Another half blood, I'm sure of it. Almost Elven... she remarked frowning mentally. She inhaled deeply again testing her moods, the new arrivals energy was nothing alarming but Tes watched her out of the corner of her eye while she waited for the servant, more out of curiosity. Once the girls cloak was off however, well that changed things completely. She cringed inwardly and was tempted to leap from her seat and change into her safer form. Assassin! she growled, her face showed no signs of the fear that had suddenly overwhelmed her. Assassins where a constant pain to her, she could never help but think some Voskon heard of her survival had sent one after her. Tes rolled her eye back to the servant and she exhaled, forcing her self to relax. No, no...don't run yet. If you change now you might not be able to change back. Besides, her energy is calm I don't think she is on a mission. Besides, assassins can be helpful...perhaps she can be coaxed into revealing if she has taken any feline Voskons out lately. Yes, I shall try... she decided with a gentle nod, unleashing the force of her eyes on the room around her. I will not fail here!
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Post by emmaline on Feb 14, 2008 14:36:16 GMT 10
More people entered the tavern. Kavlin waited patiently in a corner. A girl entered who immediately sparked his interest as somehow who could potentially "donate" a little money. He first only noticed the bracelets on her wrists and her slightly sickly complexion, marking her, but then he caught sight of her eyes. His heart jumped then sank. There was something slightly fearsome about this girl, and he wasn't so sure she was the perfect target now.
A man with a scar left the tavern just as another girl was entering. In the brief scuffle on movement, Kavlin caught sight of something shiny dropping to the ground. Was it..? Casually, he made his way towards the doorway, then scooped the coin up in one quick movement. A bronze coin! No king's ransom, but enough for dinner, at least.
Sidling quickly to the front, he pressed the coin down on the top of the bar. "As much as this will buy me," he said. "Something warm, if you can." It was terribly cold out tonight, and a warm meal would do wonders.
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Post by tesumi on Feb 14, 2008 14:55:56 GMT 10
Tes entwined her fingers and leaned forward, pressing them against her chin. So far she hadn't accomplished anything but frighten people away. She had forgotten how her presence affected people, being around Edward and then being alone for so long made it difficult for her to rein in ferocity. She sighed heavily and loosened the front of her cloak and slipped it off in one quick movement. She tucked it under her arm and stood up with deliberate slowness looking over the room. She had no luck with the servant girl, the Falsko disappear much to her disappoint (she hadn't met many of that race, and was curious), and she didn't quite feel ready to approach the assassin. Work from the bottom up I suppose. she sighed eying the scruffy street rat who had approached the counter. She inhaled deeply, there was a faint sour scent emitting from his vein letting her know he was the Norsla half blood she had detected earlier. She approached with her unusual grace and paused behind him, on his right side. She pulled a few coins from the bag at her waist and slid them across the table to add them to the one he had. "A warm meal you shall have..." she said, her voice was strangely alluring, barely above a whisper like a purr. She took the seat beside him letting her gold eyes smolder, coaxing like a cat might do to a mouse.
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Post by silverbrumby on Feb 14, 2008 15:19:28 GMT 10
Hester took a breath a more people entered the tavern. There was one that seemed to have something... Almost catlike about her... Hester's grey eyes searched her face, resting on the newcomer's unusually coloured eyes. Golden. Strange... She forced herself to look away. But then someone else caught her interest. A dark looking someone... With tattoos around their neck. Hester's eyes narrowed. She'd lived in Daism long enough to be able to notice an assassin. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, and her gaze swung back to Cally. No point in making enemies. Especially dangerous ones. When you don't even have a sword. She reminded herself disgustedly.
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Post by Azura Rose on Feb 14, 2008 15:54:34 GMT 10
(Sorry I haven't been on recently. Had to go to the dentist. *works on her post*)
The new arrivals didn't bother Cally all that much, she watched the Voskon with curiosity before returning her attention back to Hester. "To my knowledge there is a sword master in town at the moment, but you'd have to convince him that you're something special before he'll even consider training you." She told her, disappointed as Shad left. Note to self, make sure you get peoples names before flirting she told herself with a smile. "If you're looking for a blade I do believe there are a couple of dwarf traders in town who have a couple of nice weapons for sale, I'm not sure of the price though."
Sky spun over to the table with Tes and Kavlin. "I apologise for not being here sooner. Those men can be rather determined." She said, a slight smile on her face before ducking off to get the pair a meal. She returned with a large plate filled with roast beef and vegetables. "Enjoy" she said as she collected the money and returned behind the bar, allowing her father to serve.
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Post by fateandfaith on Feb 14, 2008 15:57:38 GMT 10
SaRheia watched without watching, her minty-green gaze never stopping in a single place long enough to be caught looking. She knew there were eyes on her and ignored them. It wouldn’t do to appear too desperate. But I am, she thought bitterly as her stomach protested her unwillingness to spare any coins for it. She flagged a serving girl and ordered a large mug of water. Her ribs weren’t yet showing beneath her skin, but she would have killed--no pun intended--for some decent calories or protein. She hoped she could drink away the ache. As she downed a huge mouthful of the cool water, she thought of the momentary fear she had seen in the eyes of some of the other patrons. Clearly her advertisement had worked, in a sense. It was obvious they knew what she was, again, in a sense. The Donovans had always differed from other guilds in that they didn’t believe that the ends always justified the means. They wouldn’t take just any job. That wasn’t to say that they were saints, but they didn’t harm children, and never innocents. But it was the actions of others like them that they were most often judged by. She sighed heavily.
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Post by tesumi on Feb 14, 2008 16:19:04 GMT 10
Tes thanked Sky quietly and pushed the plate closer to Kavlin. Before Sky had the chance to rush away, Tes snatched up her wrist and pressed a gold coin in the palm of her hand. She pulled her forward with whispered in her ear, "I'd like to talk to you later...if you don't mind..." she murmured dropping her wrist as quickly as she picked it up. Tes turn her attention back to Kavlin, scooting her chair closer angling her body towards him. "Please, enjoy. You seem to need it." she whispered, a hint of a smile touched her face. It was of course, completely fake. She didn't care much for humans, street rats the least of all. She had lost a few gold pieces to them once or twice, it was not something she enjoyed.
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Post by silverbrumby on Feb 14, 2008 16:57:42 GMT 10
Ack. It did something funny... The evil post is now at the bottom of the page.
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Post by Azura Rose on Feb 14, 2008 17:05:07 GMT 10
( heh, don't worry about it, length is fun. A couple of breaks would be great though ^_^ )
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Post by royallady on Feb 14, 2008 17:43:57 GMT 10
Alya decides t0 go down to the tavern and see what is happing. She calls for her carriage to be readied while she changes into a dress. Alya arrives at the tarvern and goes inside and see's a young girl flaging down a serving girl. Alya takes a seat at the table next to her, and hears her stomach rumble but notices she only gets water.
Alya calls the serving girl over "how much may i ask for two full meals?"
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Post by silverbrumby on Feb 14, 2008 20:58:32 GMT 10
Hester tried to keep her disappointment from showing on her face, though she wasn't sure if she managed. "Thanks, then." She said to Cally, giving her a small smile. She waved bye to Marco, and ambled out of the tavern, avoiding everyone's eyes, staring at the ground, hands deep in her pockets. She let her bitter disappointment wash over her. Her heart had leaped when Cally said that there was a sword master in town, but it had drowned again when she'd said they needed someone special. "I'm not special." Hester told the brick wall she was passing. "I'm just Hester. Just plain old Hester." She kicked it, and quickened her pace, heading down a roughly cobbled alleyway, a shortcut home. She glared at the cobbles. I bet there are people as young as me, out there having adventures. Being warriors. Hester pulled herself over a wooden fence, and scrambled onto a roof. She stood on top for a moment, looking over Daism. Hester didn't really like being in the city, it was too crowded. She felt trapped sometimes, just seeing houses, metal, and streets everywhere. But the good thing was, she didn't live right in the center, so it was just a quick ride through the city to some forests. Hester made herself look away from the sky, and slid down the other side of the roof. She dropped to the ground in another alley, and jogged up a wider street, until she got to the part of the city where the houses were further apart, and the craftsmen had their workshops. She concentrated on running, trying to keep any thoughts blocked up, until she was in the right place to examine them. She turned left, opening a gate, under a wooden sighn with a silver horseshoe and an anvil on it. In crude charcoal letters underneath, were scrawled the words Blacksmith. Hester had to grin every time she passed that sign; she remembered the chaos at home when her cousin Weiran had come over to help her father make the sign. No one could agree on how to spell 'Blacksmith', and they'd gone to the neighbours for help. Soon, the whole house and smithy had been full of people running around and yelling out various letters of the alphabet at the top of their voices. She strolled down the dirt path that ran beside the house, to the stables behind it. By the banging sounds coming from the forge, her father was home and working. She pulled the creaky stable door open, and was greeted by a chorus of whinnies, with a few brays. Hester walked by the stalls, giving each horse, (and the one donkey) a scratch on the head. First was Nighwatcher, a big black Andalusian-looking mare, who often kept half the neighborhood up at night, neighing like mad. She was Hester's dad's horse, she pulled the cart if he needed to deliver a heavy piece of machinery or something. Next was Jaws, a sweet sandy bay mare, with delicate features, and lovely possum eyes. She was just... There. She had been rescued as a foal, and had been floating around ever since. People usually came in and asked to borrow Jaws, because their little kid wanted to learn how to ride. The thing about her name was; no one knew how she'd gotten it. In the next stall was Blue, the brown and white splashed donkey. And in the stall after that... A smile touched Hester's face. A tall, jet black horse poked his head over the door, staring at her for a moment with glittering black eyes, before giving her a nuzzle. Hester hugged Storm back, and slipped into the stall, searching for the bridle which was usually hanging on a hook just inside the dorr. She found it lying tangled on the floor. She frowned, and checked the feed manger. With a growl of frustration, Hester strode out of the stall, and fetched food for all the horses. STUPID Janira. She was meant to have fed them. With that done, Hester slipped the bit-less bridle onto Storm's head, and led him out of the stall. She mounted, and walked him back down the path, back through the gate. Hester sighed, and closed her eyes. A sneering voice cut through her moment of peace. "Out on your big black demon again? Oooh, fearsome Hester. Going to conquer the world with just a flimsy dagger you don't know how to use? Going to have an adventure in some exciting fantasy land?" Hester's eyes snapped open, and she whirled around. Storm half reared, and spun around too, neighing a stallion cry. His front legs crashed down onto the cobbles less than a metre in front of Janira's feet. The young woman jumped back, giving a shrill squeak. Hester's eyes flashed, and she glared murderously at her older sister. "What do you WANT?" She yelled, not caring any more. Janira could just push her over the edge sometimes. "Leave me ALONE! I HATE you!" She circled Storm, then sent him into a mad gallop down the street, with people jumping left and right to get out of their way. She realised she was just being stupid. She realized that this was dangerous, and she was over reacting about an annoying little comment. But Janira had snapped the last straw. She and Storm galloped right out of Daism, into the forests. Hester couldn't see where they were going, and second thoughts were popping into her head. "Reckless idiot." That annoying little voice of her conscience said. Ouch. Sorry about the long long post. *crawls away* I'll try to cut it down a little next time. >_< I have way too much time on my hands. Geez. I really need to start writing all of this somewhere here you poor guys don't have to get bored to death by it. Edited it to add some breaks and slapped together some paragraphs. (Aww. poor Hester. She's a teenager with very teenage problems. How many times have I seen this happen at school? XD ["I HATE YOU! JUST GO AWAY!"] Hehe.)
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