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Post by Whyte Phoenix on May 7, 2006 22:37:58 GMT -5
ooc; First of all, deepest apologies for being inactive and irresponsible. =( I wish I could do more than post the only roleplay I've written in months, but I can't think of much right now.
Comfortably packed with regulars and a new face, the 'Thorn Bush' was a pleasant murmur amongst the darkness of the surrounding woodland. The Thorn Bush was a rather pleasant place to stay, to be refreshed and entertained by any vagrant's expectations. But in fact, this was the only decent place where they were welcomed from miles around...
A light creak and swing of the Thorn's most evident door caused no pause amongst the babbling of rubbish and song within the large room. Hardly anyone gave more than a glance to the brown-cloaked figure, who was then seating herself on a table furthest from the small stage (which was currently occupied by a duo of drunk, singing, mossy-haired men). Beside that, was a small bar, bartender tending to his customers, customers tending to their own businesses. The steam on the bottles of who-knows-what lining the bar's cuboards proved this place to be as warm as a night in the tropics. Quite suitable temperature for this guest in her cloak.
The arrival gave a casual glance at the surroundings, which were nothing more than a dozen or so tables, a bar with more seats, and a stage... all in worn wood. She crossed her arms. Then, she uncrossed them. After a while, she removed her cloak and slung it over a chair beside her.
Like a desendant of the dragon (as her kind are called), Somara was under every slayer's eyes... and every artist's. Slim and river-stone white was this reptile, with slender black stripes flowing from forehead's edge, through the eyes to unseen chest. These stripes were like no tiger's though... they were always in trios and beginning and ending in rounded comma shapes, much like caligraphical strokes. A fine, upright crown of silver 'hair' ran from a high crown to a stubby line down Somara's back. Again, these immitation hairs were seen as long tufts at the end of a thick to thin tail.
Already, some of the bolder residents were tossing glances at each other, the bartender, and Somara. They were not to blame for their rather rude actions though. From head to toe, the reptile was equipted with natural weapons. Her longish snout housed a pair of miniature sabers, and a hidden house of stubbier fangs. Inch-and-a-half long claws ended at each slender finger. The situation was the same with four of her five toes ; the second was heavy, deadly, sickle claw. But, most evidently of all were the finger-sized spikes that potruded from the sides of Somara's arms and lower legs. And if that wasn't enough for you, a pair of gold snake eyes would be enough for anyone to take another turnaround.
Now, Somara was not sitting stark naked (with her cloak on a chair), trying to show off a built, reptillian body. She, of course, had some clothes on.
Two loose pieces of light brown cloth formed a sleeveless top, which were held together by three claws of an unnamed beast on each shoulder. A loincloth of a similar material, held up by a leather belt, was fluttered over the crossed legs of Somara. In the place of gloves and boots, were slightly filthy bandages. The only unmatching item on Somara was the intricate turquoise ring around the tip of her tail, which flickered playfully in the light of the room.
With every detail was noticed by the bartender. He, finding Somara a potential customer and a fair enough source of entertainment, went over to her and made a swish with his arm to the stage, which was empty.
" Greetin's from the T'orn Bush. M'name's Steve. Call me that.... why doncha give us a little show up there ? I've a feelin' that you don' like to talk much. Cmon, we haven't the greatest musicians, but our drummers ain't that bad...hmm? "
Through half-closed eyes, Somara gave an ill tempered look to the bartender (being hungry and all from the day)... but, noticing the uneasy crowd behind him, the reptile got on her feet. Digging into a pocket of her cloak, she drew two bracelets from it ; both of them were covered fully in white seashells. Not taking in any odd looks, Somara approached the lone drummer at the end of the stage and whispered what almost sounded like a threat.
" Give me a beat that I can kill to. "
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Post by kilisa09 on May 11, 2006 0:56:27 GMT -5
((Heheh...Join? Maybe as two characters?))
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Post by Whyte Phoenix on May 11, 2006 1:16:48 GMT -5
(( Sure. Go right ahead. Don't worry, Somara isn't half the cannibal Damaris is. ))
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Post by kilisa09 on May 11, 2006 1:20:17 GMT -5
((Damaris... We need to continue that rp. It was fun almost getting eaten. ^^))
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Post by kilisa09 on May 11, 2006 1:38:14 GMT -5
Pax sat at the table with her head down, resting on the top. She swung her footpaws, which dangled a few inches off the floor. Her bright pink hair was pinned back slightly, for once. It contrasted greatl with her short, smooth grey fur that covered her body. Her tail swished slowly as she dozed slightly, grey eyes half-closed.Her cat ears were folded back in contendedness. She wore a silvery-grey tunic, cloak, sash and pants, the tunic and pants being slightly baggy. The pants covered her bare footpaws, which, like her hands, looked remarkably like a cat's. On her back were three javelins and a bow as big as its three-foot high owner. Two belts criss-crossed Pax's chest, holding mostly knives and daggers, though it also held a few dirks.
Next to Pax, Jyp sat at attention, watching the proceedings of the tavern with interest. He was also a cat-sprite, only half a foot higher than Pax. His hair was shorter, cropped just below his large, fuzzy cat-like ears. Instead of grey, his fur was red, a shade lighter than his hair. Brown eyes twinkled mischeiviously from his cat-like face. A sword hilt peeked from his back, sheathed in a scabbard of black leather with red designs. he wore red clothes, almost the same as Pax's, though with no cloak. His sash was maroon, though, instead of bright red.
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Post by raptor-chick on May 11, 2006 15:59:57 GMT -5
((Ooh... Can I joineth?)) Dubheasa's ears pricked up as the drummers began moving around. Perhaps they'd start playing again. She always did like a good piece of music. She was sitting near a wall so that she would not have to endure as many stares as she usually did. Her kind was not often seen outside of the great forests. A few of the men barely gave her a second glance and just by that, she knew they often traveled the forests, perhaps even trading with her people. Shifting position, a great hoof the size of a plate clopped onto the floor as she uncrossed her long legs. She was a Roiswere, which, when translated directly meant 'Horse Man'. Her head was that of a horse, a certain heavyness to it that suggested she was more of the draft horse type. Her eyes were large, expressive and dark brown. Her neck was slightly shortened and very muscular to support her large head. She was powerfully built, as all of her kind were. Well, at least all the ones in the nearby tribes. Who knew what distant herds looked like? Her fingers were tipped with slightly pointed, hoof-like nails. Her legs did not have much of a humanoid cast to them, looking almost pure equine. Her mane had been carefully brushed out until it was a glossy black curtain. Set at intervals along it were tiny braids, the same as those in her long tail and the fine feathering on her legs. She wore a spring green dress, slits cut to her thighs on both sides to allow for greater movement. The fine material was in great contrast to the gray wool cloak hanging over her shoulders and the braided leather belt around her waist. The only jewelry she wore were many gold piercings in her small, neat ears and a heavy torque around her neck, looking to be made of iron and copper. In actual fact, underneath the copper wire and black paint was solid gold. The Roiswere showed their rank in the various tribes by the materials their torques were made out of. The leaders and closest family member's torques were made of gold. The lowest ranked members and criminals had ones made out of copper and iron. Dubheasa had other jewelry, only she was not wearing it to avoid unnecessary attention. A pair of heavy gold bracelets, a chain belt, many tiny gold beads from her small braids, and a gold nose ring were hidden in a small leather belt pouch. Her overall appearance was that of someone who was wealthy but trying not to look wealthy and was failing at disguising the fact. In anycase, the men who often traded with her kind would know she was not what she seemed even with her hidden rank just because of the way she looked. The black Roiswere sniffed her tankard of ale, then took a swig. It was not as bad as she had thought. Much weaker than the stolen drinks of the powerful stuff the men of her herd brewed. She was surprised when no one objected to her drinking; intoxicated Roisweres had the same sort of reputation as Centaurs and Satyrs. At least she would not go overboard. A small grin twitched at the corners of her mouth; they probably wanted her to get a little tipsy so they could attempt to rob her. At least that was what she would expect from humans. Dubheasa had heard the tales from the elders of her tribe. They would have a nasty surprise if they tried. A small bronze dagger was hanging on her belt and she was a capable fighter with a spear or staff. Plus she was not repulsed with the idea of stomping someone or biting.
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Post by kilisa09 on May 12, 2006 0:42:22 GMT -5
Jyp scanned the room quickly, and his eyes fell on Dubheasa. He did a quick once-over of her body, looking for pouches that might contain valuables. Then he grinned mischieviously and nudged Pax. Her head shot up, grey eyes blinking furiously. "What? What?" she asked groggily. Jyp grinned. "Are you awake, sleepyhead?" he teased.
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Post by Whyte Phoenix on May 12, 2006 1:02:15 GMT -5
(( Yes, yes... we do need to continue that interesting Rp... maybe after this one. *shrug* Oh. You guys don't need to ask to join. xP ))
Everyone within view of the Thorn's Stage had their eyes set upon the still performer on the stage, posed and patient. The dancer waited for almost complete silence, until nothing was heard other than the anticipated patting of the drummer and his drum. It sounded like a mouse's heartbeats as it was being swallowed by a viper, quick and offbeat to a steadily declining pulse... then nothing, silence.
Shell bracelets secured on both wrists, Somara gave a brief introduction to her dance -because the drummer seemed to be waiting for it- by a smooth arch of her arms ,a slow turning of her waist, and a catty curl of her tail around her legs.
But as quick as lightning, she gave a deliberate jerk of her wrists, sending out a crisp rattle into the room, the outside, and the night. Then, she continued on with a series of back, front, and side flips. As a chorus to this warrior beat, Somara carried out a series of distinct, repetitive and robust moves that seemed to take less energy to perform than the lyrics. They were the moves that would show the pride and power of the hunter.
If anything was heard outside, it would be the aweing and cheers of the crowd, mixed with a single, heavy, drumbeat. This went on for quite a while too, mind you. But eventually, the dancer would tire (in the next post).
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Post by kilisa09 on May 12, 2006 23:12:20 GMT -5
Pax yawned widely, then licked her lips, watching the dancer somewhat boredly, though, after a while, the music got to her and she started tapping her paws/hands to the beat.
Jyp, however, didn't seem affected by the dancing or music, instead, he was once again looking around the Thorn Bush, before once more looking at Dubheasa.
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Post by raptor-chick on May 13, 2006 2:48:51 GMT -5
Dubheasa smiled, enjoying the music. It was very different than the stuff her people played. Some of the musicians should take lessons from these humans! While obviously not the finest in the land, the music they palyed was much more interesting than the formal, often stiff music her kind played. The Roiswere wondered why so few of her kind wandered out of their home forests when there could be so many interesting things out here! She wished she could learn to dance so beautifully. She sipped again from the tankard, feeling relaxed. Then she stretched and shook her mane, breathing in a deep sigh of contentment. Hmm... Her cup was almost empty. Oh well. That was quite enough for now.
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Post by Ravenmaster on May 13, 2006 10:02:35 GMT -5
The beating...just won't stop.
"No, silly, that's just the drums."
The cloaked girl gasped, looking up startled. A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek as she looked to the dancer and drummers on the stage. Her lips parted as if to utter something but no sound came from the pink, cracked lips of the little girl. Her eyes were dark hollowed, like pits of an endless hell with a small stream of purple running through the irises. She looked normal enough, a human body of a young teen, but seemingly nobel, the golden chane with a heavey sapphire weaing on the end of it around her neck saying it all. Long black, curly hair tumbled down her back. She seemed too skinny...gaunt almost. She was wearing an indigo, gauzy skirt that trailed down to her ankles where bare feet with black ribbons criss-crossing around them and up the legs were seen dangling off the chair. She weas wearing tight black tunic and a white sash around her waist. The cloak she was wearing was black and dirty. The girl closed her eyes tightly but then opened them again as she felt a paw nudge her thigh. a black kitten with purple stripes on it was sitting on the stool next to her. The kitten mewed quietly as if saying, "Hush...it's all right."
"Hush...it's all right."
The girl nodded. Her name was Vanci Van Gogh. Vanci looked down at her hand holding a daggar to her stomach. A tear slipped down her cheek and fell on the daggar. The purple striped kitted nudged her again.
"Put that away! Death cannot kill itself, Vanci."
"But there's nothing else I can do." Vanci whispered harshly, staring down at her trembling hand. "Wondering around, watching people drop dead by my eyes and even in my mind. I don't even have to touch them! They just die and I know it's my fault!"
"Hush. You need not feel that way. You just play a part of fate. It's not your fault exactly..."
"Then what am I to do, Remembrence? What am I to do?" She glanced at the dancer. She must be getting tired...
The cat, Remembrence, ruffled her fur. "When will the reptilian dancer die, Vanci?"
Vanci sighed, putting the daggar back within her cloak pocket. "She has many, many years ahead of her."
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Post by kilisa09 on May 13, 2006 12:00:18 GMT -5
Pax's ears twitched as she heard a sorrow-filled voice, though it was barely audible. Such was the curse and blessing of large, sensitive cat ears. She glanced over at Vanci and Remebrence curiously. Stifling a yawn, she stared quietly at the two.
Jyp caught Pax's stifled yawn and yawned himself, then transferred his gaze to the stage boredly. "I don't like reptiles. They try to eat me a lot." He remarked to his companion.
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Post by Ravenmaster on May 13, 2006 12:37:49 GMT -5
Rememberence glanced over at Jyp and Pax.
"You're getting some looks, Vanci. We best be getting out of here before they get what is coming to them..." The cat hissed in their direction.
Vanci nodded, standing and scooped Rememberence up into her arms, walking towards the door. She glanced one last time at the dancer. "She's quite good, Mem...quite good." She murmured then swiftly walked out the door. She didn't go far. Just to a clearing outside the old tavern, sitting on her knees. Rememberence jumped out of Vanci's arms and at the same time, shifted into her natural form of a tiger. A black tiger with purple stripes. "That is SO much better. I think my soul is cramped, Vanci." The tiger said, streching. "And it's so much easier talking to you like this. Telepathy is hard these days." Vanci wasn't listening. She was staring at the Tavern. "You know you can only have certain friends, Vanci." Rememberence said. "Talking to anyone else will be hard on you. They'll all die someday...why get attatched. We, at least, are eternal."
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Post by kilisa09 on May 14, 2006 0:53:26 GMT -5
Pax sighed quietly as the strange two left, then turned back to watch the stage. "They only try to eat you because you can't keep your grubby little paws out o' other people's belongings, blockhead." she replied to Jyp. Jyp grimaced. "Ah, re-LAX." he muttered."I'm not dead yet."
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Post by Ravenmaster on May 14, 2006 20:55:09 GMT -5
"But...No offense...eternal things only know one thing. That they'll live forever." Vanci murmured. "Humans know what it's really like...to live a true life. For their life to be in danger." "Why in the world would you want to learn about something like that, Vanci?" Rememberence growled. "You have no need." "But humans can be happy! Can't I at least act like a human if I'm in the body of one?" "Vanci!" The great tiger growled loudly, seeming to shake the Earth around her. She got into Vanci's face. "You can never be human. You were created to live forever and help humans to the netherworld. If you act human, you will get attatched to these humans that you will sooner or later have to send to heaven or hell. You can never be one of them..."
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