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Post by Elanorîn on Jun 22, 2005 13:54:31 GMT -5
Elanorîn looked over her shoulder as the other man entered, she gave him a kind and polite smile before looking back to the cat as she licked her mouth. She laughed softly.
"Liked that, hm?" She tickled the cat's tummy a bit. "Still hungry?"
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Aylor
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Post by Aylor on Jun 22, 2005 13:57:25 GMT -5
She gives a cross-eyed look at the woman. Humf, how many hints does she need? Does she need to wear a sign "FEED ME NOW"? Aylor licks her mouth very dramatically and ponders how to bring the point across. She finally decides to lower her head a bit and lick the woman's fingers.
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Post by Elanorîn on Jun 26, 2005 14:46:31 GMT -5
Elanorîn laughs softly as the little cat starts to lick her fingers. Much clearer sign was hardly possible unless she started to chew on them.
"Not satisfied yet? Aren't you the demanding one?"
She picked up her pint of cider after having thrown a few coins on the bar in payment, and drank half of the remainder of the cider before putting it back down with a satisfied smile.
"Then we're gonna have to find you something to eat, love."
She picked up the cat with one hand if she let her and kept the pint in her other to make towards what she presumed was the kitchen.
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Post by Mistakes on Jun 26, 2005 15:44:15 GMT -5
Bibbers had been stationery within the time he sat in this awful, dank, second rate tavern. Fingers, crinkled around the edges, gave sharp swipes to the dust that actually did not blanket the bartop. In fact it did not even sprinkle the bars surface. So any communication attempted with him was ignored up till now when he leant forwards and swiped a claw like hand out to grab the passing 'tender and drag him down and painfully to hit against the counter so he could breath the disgusting stench of rotting sardines which were pin pricked between the cracks in his teeth.
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Post by SoulofTwilight on Jun 26, 2005 15:46:56 GMT -5
A single black feather fell from the sky, seeming to distort the very reality that surrounded it. It road on the wings of the wind. Twisting and writhing as it fell to the ground where it sat. There was nothing. Trees were an absent element down the path, yet as dusk seemed to fall upon the horizon – casting its infernal glow upon the world – another figure would emerge. Nothing had moved, yet he appeared.
Twilight swayed gently in the wind feeling a cold and twisted serenity strive to surround him. Haunted by the spine-chilling thrill that was present. It was the macabre. The gruesome and infallible fate that had been set before him was wholesome. Some said that murder was a sin, but he knew the truth. There were those who had an innate thirst for blood, for God had made them this way. Made them what they were, and expected them to kill chosen victims. It was all part of his grand design. The only real sin was to kill when God did not approve of the victim. Perhaps that was why he paced down the path of maggot-ridden corpses and festering hides… In despise of the so-called God that lived above. This path was his, and though others walked along side of him, it was his path. However, as of late he had not been his normal self…
The door of the tavern would open gently, and as the blood rays of the evening sun filtered in they would give his body that burning appeal. Those of a shadow that whipped and cracked as it took hold of the world. His form becoming ‘real’. Nothing but a man. He stood six-foot and some odd inches tall, with bone chilling red eyes. Twisted into that of a sun, exploding from the inside. His silver hair dangled before his face and met his shoulders, but was not messy. He had combed it strait… Otherwise, his attire was simple. Black boots, black pants, and a black jacket that extended to his mid shins. It was held closed with straps on the inside, and only the neck of a tight black shirt could be seen under it. His only other feature was a sword. It was shaped like a katana, and it sat at his side in its sanctuary. However, the sheathe was somewhat large. As in wide… very strange…
After moments of deliberation, he slipped through the maze of chairs and tables and found his stand at the bar. He simply waved for a bar keep, yet did not speak. He felt no need for words at the moment, his eyes showed that he wanted liquor… lots of liquor…
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Aylor
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Post by Aylor on Jun 26, 2005 16:38:19 GMT -5
Aylor allows the woman to pick her up and starts purring a deep motor-cycle sort of pur. She gives the other occupants of the room cross-eyed yellow very triumphant looks, and pushes her head a few times lovingly against the woman's shoulder. Good human. Very good human.
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Post by Elanorîn on Jun 26, 2005 17:28:13 GMT -5
Elanorîn took another sizeable drink from her rapidly emptying pint as she came to lean to the doorframe of what was indeed the kitchen.
"...Excuse me... any chance of-" Was as far as she got before she too was aimed at with some form of kitchen utensil followed by a loud row of nasty insults about the cat, herself and the two of them together. She didn't get a very good look as she quickly decided to dodge out the door but it was something akin to a pasta fork. The metal thumped in to the opposing wall. Damn that would have hit her straight in the head had she not dodged.
"You could just have said 'no' for Devil's sake!" She shouted back from her safe spot around the corner. Whether her protest had been heard or not the insults continued.
"Crazy hag coulda knocked me out." Elanorîn scowled and hugged the cat closer protectively as the insults kept coming, now they really were getting personal.
"I'm suprised anyone touches the food in here considering the bullshit coming from you!"
Then something was mentioned about her parents and her eyes darkened and she turned the corner again to come to the opening to the kitchen and she hurled her almost empty pint straight inside in the rough direction of the cook but missed as if on purpose by several feet.
Before it had a chance to crash rather spectacularily against the wall she dodged back out and made for the front door, walking backward as she continued her end of the argument, the cat still in her arms.
"You just went too far you fleapicking Hag! You better pray to every single God above and below that I don't mention this to my Husband!" She shouted as she went through the tavern to get out. She wasn't about to find out if she was still welcome there.
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Aylor
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Post by Aylor on Jun 26, 2005 17:33:36 GMT -5
Aylor squirms in Elanorîn's arms. Hey, if the humans start fighting this cat is out of here! She is getting enough kicks as is! She mows pitifully.
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Jun 26, 2005 19:31:46 GMT -5
Brad looks up at the entrance of one figure and the woman apparently making her escape from the utensils. He smiled, taking note of both and pulling out the cell phone once more, typing the text into it and sending the information before putting it back in his pocket and going after the woman.
"Hey, everything alright darling? The cooks here are a bunch of Ringwalking berks. They aim good, but don't let what they say get to ya."
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Post by Elanorîn on Jun 26, 2005 20:19:50 GMT -5
Elanorîn swung around as one of the men from the bar spoke to her. She had still been scowling but as she looked at him her expression quickly changed. She scoffed and laughed a little as she threw a meaning glare in the general direction of the kitchen as she pushed the door open and continued outside.
"Yeah I know. I guess the OLD COW was bound to hit a sore spot eventually, mouth went on like turbine on thatone. I'm fine though, thanks... sir...?"
She held the door open should he wish to follow but she wasn't staying.
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Post by Manifus Alcantar on Jun 26, 2005 20:24:25 GMT -5
He walks out with her, smiling and nodding his thanks.
"Just call me Brad. What's ya name?"
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Post by Elanorîn on Jun 27, 2005 17:10:54 GMT -5
[Moves to Streets Thread Where reply to Brad is posted.]
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Post by SoulofTwilight on Jun 28, 2005 19:47:13 GMT -5
Stood there in his own seclusion… it was a savored mite, to say the least. He loved it, almost as much as a succubus loved the naughty things. Being alone was what made him happy, and he relished the silence. No one to make judgements upon what he had done in the past, for the drink only looked towards the future. He gave a gentle nod and paid for the liquor once it was brought, and looked deep inside the drink. Then, with an exhausted sigh, let his fingers slide around the glass. For a moment it would linger at his lips, after he drew it from the counter, where he would take in the deep aroma. Another moment went by, and then he tipped up the glass to swig down the drink. With a quick turn of his wrist and elbow he sat the glass down, allowing it to rock on its base so gently.
“One more bar tender…” His voice was soft, barely a whisper, and almost faded before it reached the mans ears. Almost as if Twilight had fallen into a deep chasm. Not able to rise.
And for now he only stood there, letting his middle and index finger of his left hand drift across the bar top. The condensation off the glass was stroked away, for the leather of his gloves against the wood of the top caused just enough friction for its evaporation. There he was… calm and silent like always. Just drinking his life away…
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Post by SoulofTwilight on Jul 4, 2005 14:52:38 GMT -5
Eventually Twilight finished his second and third drinks, and then paid for them all. After a moment of savoring their fiery taste he turned and left. The Tavern was empty, and he was growing thirsty for something more than liquor.
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Raven
New Minion
Give me your soul....
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Post by Raven on Aug 5, 2005 21:15:22 GMT -5
With barely a sound Raven enters the dark tavern. Black hues gaze around at the small drinking establishment, a slight smirk upon his dark and handsome features. This man was in all black. A tight shirt that showed his finely tuned mucsles. Despite the heat Leather trench coat was over said shirt. Combined with black leather pants that were tight to his form and heavy combat boots. All this contrasted with his pure white, shoulder length hair. A strip of black fabric was tied around his forehead.
Surveying the area once more, he simply stayed in the doorway. That same smirk upon his lips.
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