Oғ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴs Aɴᴅ Mᴇɴ (Fantasy RP N/A)

[Gallos Ridgeknife]

[x][x]

••• Been waiting of this for a while now
__________________ Paying my dues to the dirt •••

In his experience there were only two ways this could go; the man would be intimidated by an authority figure and back off or he was would get hostile, fast. Watching the man’s eyes he could see that authority would mean nothing to this man as he was. Jek’s sinuous grip tightened around the man’s arm, his legs braced for the weight difference, his shoulders squared and his opposite hand lifted slightly to help redirect his force. Jek’s body spoke of experience and preparation of these exact moments.
However he was wrong. The drunk’s eyes went glassy and then there was nothing for a few moments as Jek’s brow furrowed in confusion. The man turned to the smaller girl and began to apologize and stand from the bar. Jek released his arm as he watched the man shuffle from the bar in the most unexpected of turnarounds. Never in his entire life had he ever seen someone change their mind so quickly and so thoroughly. The fact was a bit alarming. Finally allowing his gaze to return to the lavender-haired girl, Jek nodded still smiling. He looked up slightly to see a bardmaid who appeared just as quick to assist the slight, purple haired girl. It made him happy to see that it wasn’t unfounded to see others who were willing to risk themselves. Hearing the small girl…Nyomi, speak, Jek laughed to himself.
“I’m Jek Ryner and it’s a pleasure to meet you, miss. I’m glad that you’re unharmed.” His smile tilted as he looked up to the girl behind the counter.
“Thank you as well. You’re doing this establishment proud." Her eyes looked like they were made of crystal. They were a shining, translucent blue and her hair was long and not entirely dissimilar to his own coloring. Choking slightly, Jek loosened his collar.
“And may I ask where you hail from? Your garb is different than what I’m used to seeing around here.” His smile was softer but still sincere as he tried not to come off too strong and concern the poor girl.



Where I am: Lion & Lamb
Who I am with: The bardmaid and Nyomi
How I am feeling: Calm and hungry
OOC:

[Damnosus Cervidae]

◆ LOCATION ┋Lion & Lamb ◆ MOOD ┋Curious ◆ COMPANY ┋Jek and Nyomii ◆ THOUGHTS ┋I wonder what her story is.




𝕿he moments spent waiting for the drunk to make a move were tense but finally he seemed to concede, a strong look to his eyes flashed for a moment before he slipped into a seemingly apologetic mood and inclined his head to the three. As soon as his back was turned and headed to the door Fírnen gave a sigh of relief, letting her hand rest gently on the counter and closing her eyes to gather her thoughts for a moment. “That’s a relief, I thought for sure someone might have to be escorted out.” The purple-haired girl mumbled under her breath as the rest of the patrons in the bar resumed their normal activities save for the three near the counter of the bar. Her attention was caught by the crystalline voice of the woman asking for a glass of water.

Nodding quickly she got to work, setting a glass on the bar’s top and filling it with water from a silver jug she had at the back shelf before sliding it infront of the woman, offering up a smile. “Sorry for the trouble ma’am, most folk here are better tempered then that. You know how alcohol is, brings the mean out in some.” She offered up apologetically, fumbling a little with the hem of the sleeve of her dress once again. The man himself ordered nothing as of yet but seemed just as happy that the scuffle had been averted.

Hearing the introductions from both persons Fírnen couldn’t help but beam. It seemed things were going well, and they were happy once again so she had started to relax. That is until the man passed a compliment her way and she felt her face flush, bowing her head quickly. She never did do well with praise. “T-thank you sir. Um I mean my father took great care of this place so I aim to do the same.” A hint of nostalgia flashed in her eyes as she said this, calming her nerves a little. She hoped her father would be proud of how she was running the place at least. A small coughing sound and fidgeting from Jek caught her attention and she tilted her head the slightest, wondering if he too needed a glass of water.

Upon mention of her outfit the purple-haired woman gave a sheepish smile, adjusting the frills of her dress. “Oh, right. Um, I suppose introductions on my part are needed. I’m Fírnen Glaedr.” She offered to both of them, nervously adjusting the cascade of hair over her shoulders.

“How silly of me, I haven’t asked what you’ll be having sir Ryner.” Fírnen perked up, resting her hands together on the edge of the counter with an infectiously sweet look on her face. “And if you need anything more miss Nyomii please don’t hesitate to ask.” She added, looking to the lavender-haired woman this time, noticing for the first time the strangeness of her outfit. In truth her mother had always loved collecting exotic clothes from merchants that stayed in the inn and had amassed quite a collection before her passing, leaving her daughter with an extensive wardrobe and similar fascination with fancy garments. So upon seeing the gypsy-like appearance she became interested in the origin of the woman just as Jek was.

[Solitude of Insomnia]

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XXXXXXXXXTнєXXLσηєℓуXX Sσυℓ

The forest around the cabin was silent; the only sound to be heard was the chirping of birds reverberating through the trees and the crackling of a small fire. A white haired woman sat quietly in front of the fire, her unusual golden-violet eyes following the sun as it began to hide behind the tree's, replacing the daylight with darkness. The woman's gaze shifted from the now hidden sun to the slab of skewered venison roasting over the fire, a tired expression on her face. Not knowing the woman, one would think she were simply a young girl out on her own-- possibly lost. Just like most things, though, she was not who she seemed. Throughout Allora, along with people, walked dragons; large, magnificent beasts that many feared for centuries. A treaty had been put in place where dragons and humans could live in harmony together, sharing the land and everything else.

It seemed that this dragon hadn't found that certain harmony that they had spoken about.

The dragon lived on her own outside of a nearby town, not really knowing where to place herself just yet. A man by the name of Odis had taken her in long ago, but when he had passed away due to a grave illness, Allesmara was left alone once more. Curling her human legs up to her chest at the thought, a sigh escaped from between her lips. It had been a long, lonely 500 years since then. It wasn't that Allesmara wasn't friendly, or that she wasn't personable. Growing up alone had made her social skills very inept-- anything she knew, she had learned from Odis. The only lady Allesmara would feel to have any sort of relationship with, would be the lady she trades her game to for merchandise at the black market. That wasn't much of a friendship, though. Allesmara's thirst for knowledge on the human race and their ways made her stick close to the town, in hopes that maybe some day she would be able to fit in. It was really all she could ask for. As the woman reached out to turn the skewer, her sleeve slid down to her elbow, revealing an arm covered in blue markings that reflected purple wherever the light of the fire hit them. They seemed to catch everyone off guard, even herself at times. Hiding her arm back in the loose sleeve of her robe once more, she pulled her arm to her chest and waited for her meal.

Time seemed to move painfully slow. The only reason she was cooking her meat was because, well, that's how the humans did it. Or so she observed, anyways. It also, in her opinion, did taste a bit better. But, watching the venison cook was like watching grass grow. Clearing her throat, the woman then began to sing the only song song she ever knew, the sound of her voice echoing through the trees just like the chirping of the birds had earlier. Odis had taught her how to use her voice to make beautiful music, and used to sing her to sleep. So, whenever the dragon was feeling lonely, she would sing. It made everything disappear, and most importantly, it made her happy. Allesmara was becoming more and more restless with each note sung. Removing the venison from the skewer, the woman ate it quickly, wanting to get moving. She liked to travel during the night to the kingdom, it seemed that was when it was most peaceful. Everyone celebrated being off work at the local taverns, and that was when she liked to observe the humans the most; when they were happy.

Today, she wasn't really craving the observation of humans, though. No, today, she was craving to learn herself. Standing up from her spot on the cold ground, she pulled the sleeves of her robe down and pulled her hood over her head. The wind could be a bit chilly at night, and she hated when her ears got cold. The woman picked a satchel up off of the ground and slung it over her shoulder before heading towards the kingdom, humming a soft tune as she went.

It wasn't long before the marvelous kingdom gates were in sight. It didn't matter what time of day it was, they were always beautiful to her. Allesmara took a moment to marvel at them, observing every detail put into them before heading into the town. Although Allesmara didn't live in town, she knew the area like the back of her hand. It only took her a mere 5 minutes before she had arrived at the library doors, her usual curious look on her face as she tried to make out the text. Allesmara had simply memorized the shapes of the letters-- she couldn't pronounce it quite yet. To her, it was the "book house".

Entering the library quietly, her gaze moved along the rows and rows of books, her eyes lighting up at the sight. Although Allesmara probably couldn't read any of them fully, she tried so very hard. Making her way through the shelves, she picked out the one book she had been studying. It read "Dictionary" on the front-- and Allesmara was pretty proud that she was able to read it. Pulling it off of the shelf, she made her way over to one of the empty tables and made herself comfortable. There was quiet chatter in the library from the few people that were in there, but it didn't bother her. Before she opened the book, she took a good look at the others. Two dragons, like herself, and a man-- or so, he appeared to be. This sparked an interest in Allesmara, but her mind was drawing her to her readings. She wanted to learn more words, wanted to be able to communicate better. Looking down to her book, she opened it up to the 100th page and began to try and quietly pronounce the words. Frustration took over soon enough, which guided her attention from the book back to the three people. Were they here for the same reason as her? A soft sigh escaped her lips as she propped her elbow up on the table and rested her head on her hand, beginning to read through the pages once more. She wanted to approach the group, but how? Pulling her robe off to reveal a simple white dress, the woman frowned, lost in her own thoughts of how to introduce herself.

✗ currently // reading at the library ✗ with // herself, and three other people ✗ mood // slightly frustrated

"I know I am not where I belong,
So shine a light and guide me home..."

[Not Honeydew]

◈xxxxxxLord Tybalt Withertoothxxxxxx◈
▻◈◈◈◅

Tybalt strolled along the stone street, his subtle smile greeting all those he crossed. Most people knew him by his families' namesake, and greeted him with respect, which he gracefully replied with as much assurance. As a person of high nobility. this was usual for him, and he appreciated the attention. He was relaxed; nothing bad had happened around the kingdom in quite a while. Of course, there were many rumors, but there were always rumors, and many unfounded. As far-fetched as they seemed, Tybalt always made it his duty to verify each and every one of the rumors he heard, as he was about to do.

"Good day M'lord Tybalt!" called a bright young girl a few feet over. Tybalt strolled over to where her flower cart stood, vibrant with the colors of the fresh flowers she was selling. The little girl was but fourteen, and almost buried by the reds and pinks and yellows that overflowed from her cart. "Hello Rose," he replied with his usual grin. "How is your father today?" Rose's father had suffered from a dangerous animal bite a few weeks ago, and the healing was slow. The man claimed to have been bitten by a bear, but Tybalt suspected a different creature. Rose's father could be very rash and insensitive at times, and no one would blame a dragon for a certain lack of restraint. "Oh he is doing a good job of healing, M'lord, we hope he can return to his duties very soon!" she replied eagerly.

"I'm glad to hear that," concluded Tybalt while offering a coin to the little merchant. He chose two white roses from the bunch, and hung one through the grip of his rapier, for safekeeping. The second he gently placed behind Rose's ear, complimenting her beautiful smile. As he strolled away he got a glimpse of her slight blush, as he always did.

The sound of many conversations hit his ears as he opened the door to the Lion & Lamb, his usual resting place. Also the place where most of the rumors reached him from the mouths of men grown talkative after a few drinks. But today, instead of looking for rumors he had come here to verify one, and he was not disappointed. The foreigner was at the counter, talking to Firnen and Jek. Not wanting to disturb the already flustered woman, Tybalt instead chose a seat where he could be quiet and observe her from afar. He waved to Firnen; she'd know to bring him his usual drink.

[SpectralEternity]

YOU'RE FALLING DOWN
ｓ ｃ ｒ ｅ ａ ｍ ｉ ｎ ｇ ○ ○ ○ ｃ ｒ ｙ ｉ ｎ ｇ
ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I'm not even there
Ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｃａｒｅ

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Nyomii eagerly took the water into her hands and began gulping it down. She wasn't kidding when she had said she was thirsty. Plus, it helped with the lightheadedness from mind linking with the drunken man. After she finished, she turned her attention to the barmaid as the woman apologized, explaining that not everyone was quite as aggressive as that man was. "It's quite alright~ All towns have their black sheep, but that does not make the town a bad one. Afterall, how could a town be all that bad with you kind folks here?" She inquired rhetorically with a kind, warm smile, nodding in agreement as Jek suggested that he maid was doing well as far as running this establishment on her own.

She listened as the two then introduced themselves, a courtesy since she had done them the same favor. "The pleasure is all mine, Jek and Firnen~" She gave a sort of half bow with a hand resting lightly over her chest, remaining seated. Firnen then offeredto get Jek something to eat or drink, since he was there, and reminded Nyomii that if she needed anything else, she just needed to ask. Well, looking down at her empty water glass, she giggled and looked back up. "Well if you could get me another glass of water that would be lovely~" She said sweetly, offering her glass. However, she felt a peculiar feeling, the feeling she was being watched. She didn't want to look around, it would make it too obvious that she knew, but at the same time she was curious.

It was when she heard Jek clear his throat that she got the oppertuninty to shift her gaze to the side, giving her a better view of the rest of the room. She listened to his question, something to be expected because of her peculiar outfit; He wanted to know where she was from, and while she was listening to the question, she also casually glanced around the room to see who else was paying attention to their conversation, or rather... Her. She had reason to grow stiff, she didn't like mysterious attention on her, because what if it was a dreaming dark...? No, if it were a dreaming dark Selda would let her know. She would be up and running out of the building long ago. No, she saw who it was, a boy in blonde as he waved to Firnen. Well if he knew Firnen then she wouldn't worry. She eased her tension imediately and turned to smile once more at Jek. "Well, you see, I don't particularly have a home. My entire family travels on their own all over the world, working as fortune tellers and palm readers. But we are all originally from a small secluded mountian region called Adar. When we come of age, we are sent out into the world to bring good fortune to other people. It's a very importiant job to us." She explained, and held out her hand. "Would you like to try? Free of charge~" She offered with that same warm smile.

You ＣＡＬＬ ＯＵＴ to the DARK
with a closed mind
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪs sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ ○ ○ ○ ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ
for the day you let me in.

[Gallos Ridgeknife]

[x][x]

••• Been waiting of this for a while now
__________________ Paying my dues to the dirt •••

Jek smiled casually at Firnen, his hands impatiently removing his gloves. He hadn’t thought about it but it was bad manners to leave them on as they were a part of a uniform, part of something that was made to make him appear in command. Jek was not in command here; he was simply here as a civilian and nothing more. As he placed his supple leather gloves into a small pouch of his standard belt he spoke again to the kind, clear-eyed barmaid.
“Your father has taught you well the ways of the world. A steadfast drive and calm demeanor does more to alarm a ruffian than any loud words or action can.” His eyes locked with Firnan’s as he spoke, more from habit than he’d like to admit.

Jek began to speak once more as his eyes shifted to watch the blond-haired gentleman walking into the bar; A Withertooth noble to be sure. Without breaking stride however, Jek continued onward, finally prepared to get something in his stomach.

“If at all possible, I’d like to get a glass of water as well. “ His face appeared collected but apparently today was his day to stumble about haphazardly for words. Yet again he went for the simpler choice when he really needed food all because he became too preoccupied. Not that he’d admit it but he rarely amended things he said when he made errors due to anxiety that he would just cause trouble if he changed what he said.

With a resigned sigh, he sat down at the bar where the drunk man had been and looked over at Nyomii as he listened to her story. Jek was geographically familiar with much of the world but had never been to even half the places he knew of; Nyomii’s land of origin was no different here. Regardless he nodded anyway until he heard her start to talk about fortune telling and palm reading. His mouth lifted only at one side as he considered it. He had seen magic no doubt but the act of divining one’s future or current well-being from creases in their palm? The notion always struck him as strange given how much one did in their life and how few lines there were. However Jek had never actually had his fortune told or his palm read simply because he’d never seen the chance; only ever read about it.

Almost hesitant, Jek lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “I’m not sure what you could read from my hands but I suppose trying it once wouldn’t hurt.” His eyes began to focus on Nyomii with an eagle’s diligence as he tried to analyze how she went about doing her craft.




Where I am: Lion & Lamb
Who I am with: Firnen and Nyomii
How I am feeling: Anxious
OOC:

[Damnosus Cervidae]

◆ LOCATION ┋Lion & Lamb ◆ MOOD ┋Curious ◆ COMPANY ┋Tybalt, Jek, Nyomii ◆ THOUGHTS ┋oh no he's hot




𝕱írnen beamed as Jek and Nyomii conversed on the topic and poured another glass of water, placing it in front of Jek. A wave caught her attention though as she was attending her patrons and listening to Nyomii’s answer to Jek’s question. A light of curiosity and wonder shone in her eyes at the mention of fortune-telling. Among Allora’s population Fírnen was probably the one to have seen the least amount of magic while simultaneously hearing her fair share about it. Being in the Lion & Lamb and the Inn had kept her much too busy to see displays of such, so any mention of magic, prophecies or such had the fragile-looking woman enthralled.

However her excitement would have to be quelled as a familiar set of blue eyes caught her own and she offered up a small smile, knowing the gesture all too well. She set about making the man’s preferred drink and set it on a tray, looking to see Anna so she could have her bring the beverage over. Unfortunately the woman had disappeared, more likely than not driven to watch from the back room by Lord Withertooth’s arrival as most girls who were infatuated by the man tended to watch him in secret so as to keep their public modesty. It wasn’t a secret that the young lord took fancy to girls quickly and in a most charming manner, but also that his affections were as fleeting as they were powerful.

She couldn’t blame Anna, the man’s looks were stunning and his words smooth as cool silk, so falling for his advances was a definite danger. However beautiful and charming Tybalt was though, Fírnen had kept her distance. As fragile as she seemed she would let no one close enough to her to throw her away, always keeping her heart guarded. Of course the fact she was oblivious to flirtations might have been a major factor too being as the poor girl could hardly stand to think someone would say such things to a girl for the purpose of anything more than innocent flattery.

Gathering up her courage she waited for a lull in the conversation before quietly excusing herself.


“That’s remarkable miss Nyomii, really, I might have to pay for a reading a little later. If you’ll excuse me for a moment though. . .” She lifted the tray apologetically and made her way to the young lord Withertooth’s table. Placing the beverage lightly on his table she held the tray to her chest, arms crossed in front of it. “There you are Lord Withertooth, please excuse the delay.” She offered up a little nervously. “It’s a lot busier today then I’d thought. By the by how are you and your family lately?” She asked politely, inclining her head curiously as she did. Of course she’d heard many times the story of the Diamond Blade slaying Withertooth, so it was a little like having a part of legend at her little tavern whenever Tybalt deemed fit to come down, which was pleasantly more often then not.

[SpectralEternity]

YOU'RE FALLING DOWN
ｓ ｃ ｒ ｅ ａ ｍ ｉ ｎ ｇ ○ ○ ○ ｃ ｒ ｙ ｉ ｎ ｇ
ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I'm not even there
Ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｃａｒｅ

XXXXXXXXXXXXX


Nyomii smiled as Firnen seemed interested in her abilities as well, promising to pay for a reading later, but she had to run off and attend to her other patrons, which was understandable. For now though, she could tell Jek wasn't too sure about her palm reading, or, he didn't believe in it but was willing to see what she could do. Technically, the palm reading was a ruse, for her at least. She had done some studies on it but they were never fully accurate for each person. However, if she could get them to calmly open their minds to her, she could read their past, and pretend she was reading their palm. Then, she could also see if they were in any danger from the dreaming dark.

That was exactly what she planned to do.

it was her job, but she wasn't going to reveal that truth. It scared too many people, they never wanted to sleep again and ran themselves ragged, only putting them in more danger. Nyomii snapped out of these thoughts however, as Jek hesitantly gave her his hand. "Now... I need you to relax.... And empty your mind of everything, but my voice." She said calmly, slowly starting the mind link so that the voices from the bar faded as well, helping the process. She stared into his eyes calmly, lulling him into a sense of security, projecting ideas such as they were the only two in the room. He would hear no more noise, because it all slowly fell silent to his ears as Nyomii fully connected their minds.

"Ah, I can already tell you didn't order everything you wanted from Miss Glaedr. You should get something to eat before your stomach gnaws itself into oblivion." She chuckled, but then, she broke her gaze to look down at his hand, tracing her thumb across a few lines to distract from the feeling of her searching his memories. "I already knew you are a good man, but it is also inscripted here on your hand... You have lived the hard life of a soldier, training ever since you were a small boy. I can see from your family tree line here... Your father was a soldier too yes...? Ah... But you have suffered greatly from the loss of comrades and friends." She looked up at him with some sympathy in her soft lavender eyes, but then continued her work. Now the simple reading was over with, it was time to dig deeper. "Hm...? Now this is interesting..." She hummed thoughtfully, however, there were some things about ones past that she should not say aloud for all members of the bar to hear, so Nyomii did what she does best; Spoke in riddle. "Love, works in mysterious ways. Do not feel ashamed of your father, he is a good man too, tough, as all military men are, but he only wants the best for you." She spoke with understanding.

"... Selda, watch over this man, he will be one of the guardians in the future, but a powerful opponent if his mind is sent into nightmares..." She whispered worriedly. The last thing she wanted, was Jek to become one of the dreaming dark. This, was where Nyomii made her mistake, for as her mind drifted off of Jeks memories and into her own, the mind link flashed several images of the dreaming dark and Tarantai into his mind. The dreaming dark, violent psions controlled by Tarantai, hidious aliens that bore into the minds of innocent people. Nyomii quickly jerked her thoughts back on track, as she felt Selda stir. Quickly Selda found a way to try and correct this mistake. Jek would feel a cold wave of protection wash over him before Nyomii released his hand and mind. Suddenly all the chatter amongst them would come back into existance, and Nyomii would sip her water as though nothing special had just occurred.

You ＣＡＬＬ ＯＵＴ to the DARK
with a closed mind
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪs sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ ○ ○ ○ ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ
for the day you let me in.

[Solitude of Insomnia]

_________________✗✗✗αттιcυѕ мσяα ☪ тнє ∂αяк αятιѕт

❝We stopped checking for monsters under the bed...

'Are you sure this is going to work?' the wolf grumbled, watching as a tall, dark haired man began to draw a symbol upon a frightened rabbit. "Sithus, darling, I'm almost positive." he replied, a grin on his face as the creature finally relaxed and closed it's eyes, reopening them to reveal a crimson red as the rune was finished. The rabbit looked up at the man with a blank stare, its entire self void of any emotion whatsoever. It looked as if it were waiting for a command of some sorts. "Hm... fascinating." the man whispered, bringing a hand to his chin and kneeling so he could observe the woodland creature better. Still, the same blank look upon it's face as it stared the man almost directly in the eyes. "It seems about right." the man muttered, taking a string out of his pocket and tying it to two legs of a nearby chair. "Dismantle the string." he stated. The rabbit hopped over to the chair, gnawing on the string until it snapped into two, then looking back up to the man as if waiting for praise of some sorts. Atticus stood up, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he looked over to Sithus, who lay with her paws crossed and a sarcastic expression. 'Well, it seems you've done it.' she said, an unimpressed tone in her voice. Atticus shot her a smirk before turning back to his books that lay scrawled all over the table in an unorganized fashion. "Yes, but there is simply not enough power to control a dragon in this rune. I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to the demon. There is always a catch to borrowing their powers." he teased, looking over to Sithus who simply glared back. 'Of course there is a catch. You know how us demons are. Greed runs throughout us.' she stated simply, huffing a bit before turning her gaze elsewhere. Atticus simply smirked, shaking his head and reaching for his coat. "I'm off to the Library to do some more research. I'd ask for you to join but... no mutts allowed." he teased with a wink. "The rabbits all yours, just clean up after yourself." he added, leaving the room quickly before the demon could get a chance to throw something at him.

Making his way out of the small building he called home, Atticus made his way swiftly down the steps, his movements quick yet flawless. The man gave the occasional smile to anyone who passed by, being well known throughout the town due to his fathers reputation. Although he hated the overgrown lizard creatures of Allora, he always stayed civil with them. He would keep their trust; it would make it easier to claim revenge on them one day. Plus, it would avoid any conflict with the law enforcement, which would hinder any plans he may have. Slipping his hands into his pockets, the quiet man made his way through the streets without delay, craving a pint from his usual tavern. Maybe he would head there after he got tired of researching-- not that it ever happened, but he had to take a break sometime. His dark mahogany eyes scanned the area, observing everything around him with a curious expression. The world always interested the man and his constant thirst for knowledge, but just seeing things was never enough for him. It really didn't seem like anything was ever enough. The man demanded nothing but the best, and strove to be nothing but the best. It was simply in his nature, and not to mention the demonic influence over himself coming out.

The library was just up ahead now, a building that brought a slight smirk to the mans face. It shouldn't be too busy at this time of day, but the people of Allora were strange, staying up all hours of the night. As he entered, to no surprise, people still wandered the shelves. A white haired drake sat at a desk, her gaze focusing on the small group that stood by the librarian, which Atticus found more interesting. Making his way over, Atticus shot a smile at Akira; someone he had gotten to know quite well over the past years. Atticus was at the library almost every day-- it was only inevitable the two would get to know each other. Even though the man was also a drake, the two shared a similar interest; knowledge. Maybe that was why Atticus could bare him. Maybe, when Atticus finally learned the rune, Akira would be spared. Maybe. "Akira, my favorite librarian. How are you tonight?" He asked, his gaze wandering over to the younger drake next to him. A small smirk spread across his face, the same thoughts running through his head as he looked at the drenched girl. Also a shame. She was a pretty one, that was for sure. Clearing his throat and looking over to the other actual human, the man nodded respectfully before turning back to Akira, awaiting for his response before he searched for his book. It seemed there was a fairly boring group accumulating here. It was to no surprise, though. Most people who came to the library tended to be a bit boring, it seemed.


...when we realized they were inside of us❞




x


» currently // At the library
» with // Akira, Ichigeki, Mikaela
» mood // Slightly uncomfortable.

[Gallos Ridgeknife]

[x][x]

••• Been waiting of this for a while now
__________________ Paying my dues to the dirt •••

Jek’s eyes only trailed Firnen for a few moments after she handed him his drink, long enough for him to see her walk over to the Withertooth noble. Taking an additional moment to look the boy over, his face became only slightly more recognizable. He was the business owner, young Tybalt Withertooth. Nodding at his own assessment, Jek turned away from them, leaving Firnen to speak with Tybalt. His attention was far more focused on the girl in front of him as it was.

Nyomii by name, she was as expected, not from Allora by birth. His eyes glanced back and forth for a time as he tried to pick up anything else from her by the way she acted. As he recalled, she walked in with confidence, almost an air of nobility. Perhaps she was royalty back where she came from however as she sat now, she swung her legs about in an almost playful manner. The action contradicted her previous attitude. The tricky part of that was which one was the façade; whether she was actually more playful and youthful and acted above her station or if perhaps she was now trying to act below it. Jek shook his head realizing that his mind had wandered, none of this was relevant.

As his attention drew back to Nymoii herself, he felt her gaze much more intensely than before. Her eyes were boring into him but not in a way that made him feel uncomfortable. It was more comforting as if the action was tearing him away from the scene they were currently in and then very slowly it all did fade away; the sights, the sounds, the smells had all vanished and only her voice remained.

She began to gently touch his palm and speak first of his stomach, to which his began to growl and he tried very hard to suppress a laugh. That was lighter, a way to ease in evidently as her following statements of began to prod deeper. He tried to speak but his mouth hung open, no words coming forth. What Nyomii said wasn’t particularly striking but there was confidence in her words, weight, a magnitude that spoke of her ability to go deeper and so she did.
He next words were about his father and the affair he held with a dragon when Jek was still very young. A very light grimace creased his features at not only the mention but the accuracy of the girl’s words. She did not say it aloud but she knew. If she didn’t know then she’d never be able to make that enigmatic statement. Jek’s hand slid quickly from hers as he felt a sudden cold pressure run through him and then the room returned. All his senses were functional again and he simply looked at the lavender-haired girl.

“You…know much.” His face became for stern. “I believe you but I have never felt such a sensation as what just happened. I have been stuck my sorceries for sure but that was no such thing.” Jek’s voice lowered ever further as he began to smile softly. “I will not pry but that is an uncanny strength you have and I think I may get that drunk man’s sudden departure now.” With a knowing wink, Jek began to take a sip of his water and began to cough again.

“Damn, I can’t seem to catch a break with this cough today.” He laughed much louder before calling another barhand over, asking for a plate of eggs.




Where I am: Lion & Lamb
Who I am with: Nymoii, Firnen, Tybalt (nearby)
How I am feeling: Intrigued and hungry
OOC:

[Not Honeydew]

◈xxxxxxLord Tybalt Withertoothxxxxxx◈
▻◈◈◈◅

Settling himself comfortably in his seat, Tybalt let his gaze wander around the busy room, barely halting on each of the familiar faces he was used to see at the bar. Finding nothing of interest he returned his gaze to the newcomer and wondered briefly what she was up to. He ignored the looks pointed at him; being of nobility he was used to being ogled at, though still did not appreciate it unless the ogling was done by a pretty girl.

Speaking about pretty girls, he thought as Firnen approached him, his drink in hand. The sight of her, always so hard working, always brought a natural smile to his lips. His family had known her father for a long time, and her courage to take over the inn alone had always impressed young Tybalt. He watched her in silence as she placed his glass on the table and inquired about his family. "Do not be bothered, your drinks are worth the wait." He reached into his pocket for a few coins while talking. "My family is in good health as always, I believe they are about to receive a shipment of new silks from the Orient."

He placed the coins on the table, including the white rose on top as a little extra tip. He shot her a friendly smile; though he liked to give her attention, he did not want her to believe him infatuated. "For your hard work, I know how you rarely take a break to enjoy the beautiful flowers growing in the town." The last thing he wanted to do to her was break her heart, she was too important to him because of all the information she would share every once in a while. "Tell me," he started, nodding towards the counter where the stranger was doing some odd thing to the guard beside her. "Do you happen to know who that lovely foreigner at the counter is? I've never seen her here before."

He took a slight sip of his drink. Delicious as always.

[Damnosus Cervidae]

◆ LOCATION ┋Lion & Lamb ◆ MOOD ┋Playful ◆ COMPANY ┋Tybalt, Jek, Nyomii ◆ THOUGHTS ┋What a lovely rose!




𝕹odding at the news about the lord’s family she found herself smiling more. It was always pleasant to know her regulars and their families were doing well, and the news of new silks from the Orient had Fírnen interested. Mention of the fabrics had reminded her that she had been wanting to browse for some new clothes for a while now, but work had kept her fairly busy as it usually did. She made a mental note to try to get out to the market in a few days time if she could manage.

“That’s wonderful to hear, I bet they’ll sell like wildfire what with the demand and all.” She commented lightly. Fírnen didn’t know much about business besides what she needed to know to keep the Inn and tavern afloat, but she’d noticed a rise in interest in fabrics and other good from the orient among the patrons of both places and thought that it might be a trend going around. At least that would do well for the Withertooths and she expected nothing less from the market-savvy family.

When Tybalt placed his payment on the table for her she couldn’t help but blush a light red at the rose and give a shy smile. “Oh, you know you really don’t need to give me such things.” She said, nonetheless picking the flower up delicately and inspecting it with an appreciative eye. “It is beautiful though. I guess I really should get out of this dusty place a bit more often. . .” She trailed off, holding the rose lightly between her fingers. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the beauty of Allora and it’s surrounding area, but her anxiety at leaving the place was too much to bear sometimes, getting worse the more space between her and her establishments. She knew it wasn’t healthy but the inn and tavern had been all she’d known for the longest time. It just felt comfortable here.

She twirled the flower gently between her fingers as she considered the Lord’s question, giving a slight glance back to where Nyomii and Jek were seated. “Oh, caught your eye there my Lord?” She teased jokingly, giving a small giggle as she did before shaking her head. “That would be miss Nyomii, I don’t know much about her yet really other then she seems to be a traveling fortune-teller. I really hope that’s true, it would be nice to know a few things about the future.” Fírnen said, turning her eyes back to Tybalt. “She’s a sweet girl, but if she’s a traveler I’m assuming she won’t want to stay for terribly long. Oh, you should introduce yourself, I’m sure she’d fancy meeting the charming young Lord of Allora, maybe even read your fortune.” She offered up, interested in the Lord’s fortune as much as her own.

[SpectralEternity]

YOU'RE FALLING DOWN
ｓ ｃ ｒ ｅ ａ ｍ ｉ ｎ ｇ ○ ○ ○ ｃ ｒ ｙ ｉ ｎ ｇ
ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ I'm not even there
Ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｃａｒｅ

XXXXXXXXXXXXX


​Nyomii grew somewhat fearful of the grimace on Jeks face as she hinted at his fathers affair. Perhaps she shouldn't have said anything at all, since it clearly brought up bad memories. It only made her feel more regret as he all too eagerly slipped his hand from hers and gave her a stern look. "You.... You know much..." She waited for him to reprimand her, to be angry for getting too personal into his past. However, much to her surprise, he remained calm, more... Awed about what happened than angry. He knew she hadn't used sorcery, and in a way he was right, Psionic power was much different than sorcery, but there was still a deep fear in her stomach that she had pushed too far. She had made that mistake several times, ripped gashed that had long been sealed and tucked away, and it turned people who admired her into fierce enemies. She didn't want that to happen with Jek... He seemed so nice and she had tried to come off as sympathetic and understanding, as she didn't judge his character for it. Like she said earlier, he was a good man, she could tell. He had a big heart and a good head on his shoulders.

​Then, she could breathe again; he was smileing. She relaxed, and felt herself smileing as well. His smile was contagious it seemed, but not only that, he understood her, making that clear by suggesting he knew why the drunk left so suddenly without a fuss. "My power has been passed throughout my family, we learn from each other, and then we separate to travel more distance. That way, we can share our gift with more people. It is an arduous task, but one we take very seriously." Nyomii put a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh when he winked smoothly, which would have made her blush but then he ruined the act by taking a sip of water and nearly choking on it. It was really hard not to laugh though, even though she felt bad and firmly pat his back a few times to try and help the cough. "Oh you poor thing~ How long have you had it...?" She chuckled, but looked honestly sympathetic, letting herself laugh since Jek was laughing at himself as well, the universal sign that it was okay to laugh at him too. It must have looked strange, a forune teller and palm reader who could sit there and tell Jek every moment of his past, but couldn't tell how long he had a simple cough. Her powers were certianly strange. At least he was ordering something to eat, and now that she had mind linked with him, she couldn't help but feel hungry too. It was a strange sensation that she didn't feel often; Quori fed off of the energy around them, making them extremely empathetic beings. However, Nyomii was not entirely Quori, so she still had to eat real substance every now and then, and she had to drink lots of water. "Make that two~" Nyomi insisted, wanting eggs also due to Jeks cravings.

​When the eggs came, she finished her second glass of water and began to dig into her meal, she looked unconcerned, but she was immensely relieved the images of the Tarantai and Dreaming Dark hadn't reached Jek when she was linked to him.... Or maybe he just wasn't bringing it up because, he had said he didn't want to pry... No, he must have not seen them, because if he had, it would become quickly clear she was not a normal fortune teller. Seldas blessing. That must have been it. It must have distracted him from the images, but that meant that they had still reached him, they were just locked away in the depths of his brain, the part of the memory that was hard to reach with conscious thought. What if he dreamt of the Dreaming Dark sometime in the future...? Nyomii froze, fork clattering on her plate. That... That was not a good thought. It was one thing to think about the dreaming dark consciously, but it was extremely dangerous to dream about them, it made it more likely for invasions. Nyomii could feel Selda fretting, and it didn't help Nyomiis worry. The lilac colored girl quickly picked up her fork and made it look like she had dropped it by accedent, however her hands were trembling slightly. She had made a stupid, stupid mistake. Nyomii stared intently at her eggs and ate, in spite of her shivering hands. "Selda... What do we do....?" She thought, closing her eyes and transporting her mind away.

​Nyomii stood in the middle of a white room that slowly faded into a light meadow. The grass felt crisp and comfortable on her now bare feet, and she walked towards the tree at the center of it all, where a strange woman was waiting. She had dark brown hair, long and braided with a white dress and kind smile. However, it was clear that she was worried for Jek and Nyomiis sake. "There is only one way... But I know you wont like it. Nyomii.... You must learn to control your thoughts when you link your mind to anothers. Focus on their mind to make their thoughts your own. These are traits useful not only for our trade, but for life as well. When you listen to a person speak, the attention must be on them, not you." She said softly. "You may fix this, by entering Jeks mind again. You must find those images and erase them, but you must do so without projecting any more of your thoughts or letting him know that you are invading his mind." Nyomii sighed, but nodded. It would serve as another test for her abilities, however this would be more importiant, since it involved an actual person, and if she didn't erase those pictures before the day ended.... She didn't want to think about it.

Slowly, Nyomii came back to the real world, and blinked at her half eaten plate of eggs.

You ＣＡＬＬ ＯＵＴ to the DARK
with a closed mind
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ɪs sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ
ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ ○ ○ ○ ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ
for the day you let me in.

[Gallos Ridgeknife]

[x][x]

••• Been waiting of this for a while now
__________________ Paying my dues to the dirt •••

His laughter almost overwhelmed his senses but the smell of the eggs now in front of him still grabbed him tightly and pulled his face in close. If it weren’t for kind strangers and his own platoon, he’d forget to eat at all some days. Jek lifted a fork and began to dig deeply into the platter before him. He always ate as if it were his last meal but usually not in front of people. He considered slowing down but his stomach was not nearly as compliant and one’s own physical needs came first and foremost. It wasn’t until he heard a clatter of metal on ceramic that he stopped and tilted his head back to see that Nyomii had dropped her fork.
Jek slowly placed his own fork down and watched as her hands trembled, her face grew worrisome and then finally she attempted very flimsily to grab her fork once more.

“Miss, Nyomii? Is everything alright?” His words likely found no purchase in her ears though as her eyes began to fade out as they had when she read his palm.

He wasn't a sorcerer, he wasn't a psychic. Jek had seen many things but he had never been anything but a soldier. This revelation put him in an odd place, unable to truly do anything. He wasn't sure if this psychic state was anything like someone with a cerebral or cervical injury in which case moving her would actually worsen the state. He’d seen a mage once combust in front of him as he began casting a spell. Apparently for magic, there was a toll on the body and the soul and when one pushed it too far without stopping, it literally burnt them from existence. Jek surely did not wish to watch this poor girl burst into flames.

A nervous sweat broke across Jek’s forehead as he considered what to do. Leaning back he tried to see if anyone else was watching; if anyone else could help where he could not but the entire place appeared busy and preoccupied with their own affairs. So he did what he could. He watched her and made himself into a more protective stance. Supposing she could not be moved, he would make sure no one did so.

At that moment, Jek heard the small girl exhaling behind him and turned to see her apparently alright.
“Miss, Nyomii, is everything alright? Do you need to be escorted to a doctor?” The worry was apparent on his face.




Where I am: Lion & Lamb
Who I am with: Nymoii, Firnen, Tybalt (nearby)
How I am feeling: Nervous
OOC:

[Rolloxer]

WHO I am with blonde bloke and barmaid WHAT I am thinking hope I didn't make any enemies already WHERE I am Lion & Lamb



Rican wandered down the cobbled streets, her extravagant shoes leaving echoed clicks on the ground. With a soft grunt, she hiked her overstuffed backpack up her back. It was another reminder that she needed to invest in a bag of holding, the thing didn't very much match her outfit. The past few days had been relatively easy ones. It was a lot of hilly hiking, which didn't quite fit Rican's style, but she had run into barely any monsters. It was incredibly peculiar, as if something within the city was scaring all the strong monsters away. This, of course, just enticed Rican more. Whatever was powerful enough to scare away monsters must have some money on them to spend.

Getting into the main city of the kingdom wasn't much of a challenge for Rican. She didn't have papers on her, but she distracted the guards with a simple hypnotic pattern and snuck right in. She strolled down the streets slowly, glancing around at the different shops, houses, and trying to figure out where she should go. She didn't want to get lost in a bad part of town. Right now her feet were killing her, though, and she was hungry. Really hungry. Travelling for days on end will do that to you. So she decided to find a tavern to sit down and get herself something to eat. Then she would find an inn to spend the night and tomorrow morning, she would look for the marketplace and sell some of her goods.

She passed a few taverns, but they looked rather dingy and the sound of fights echoed from within. Afraid that she was already in the bad part of town, she quickened her pace, stumbling on a stone every now and again. Eventually she found her way to a promising tavern, a sign outside labeling it as the "Lion & Lamb". She quickly made her way inside, but frowned at how crowded it was. There didn't seem to be an empty table. Rican's eyes fell upon an almost empty table, only being occupied by a fancy blond gent and what appeared to be a barmaid. She immediately made a bee-line towards the table. She figured if she sat at a table where the barmaid already was, she could get some food even quicker. She slid into an empty seat at the table, dropped her bag onto the floor, and smiled at the blonde. She took a moment to stretch out her legs and feet before speaking up.

"Oi, y'don't mind if I take dis seat 'ere, d'ya?" Rican asked, her Balimar accent rather heavy. "I mean, all da oda tables are full." She turned her attention towards the barmaid and leaned an elbow on the table.

"D'ye dink I coul' git somthin' t'eat? I've been travellin' fer a while now. Just some wadah to drink, dough." She paused a moment before revealing a sheepish smile. "Sorreh, I'm not bein' rude, am I? I've been walkin' fer a few days now, haven' had a nice hot meal fer a week."