Dream Catchers Inn [ Closed ]

Sting a ?

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[The_Butterfly_Effect]

((ooc: Yay Kitsune! I wondered if you would join, ^_^ ))

The village was bustling with activity, voices shouting out across the streets, stalls selling items; the fresh scent of bread filling the air. There were also people busy repairing damaged buildings, muttering under their breaths about same damnable creatures.
Leaving the vicinity of one particular shop was a slender dark haired female, who weaved her way through the crowds so effortlessly, not a shoulder brushed against her delicate form. Her long hair fell in tresses down her back, with a few loose strands falling across her pale and haughty cheeks. Bright blue eyes drifted left and right, gazing thoughtfully at the people in the crowds, almost as if with a longing for something, searching for someone in particular.
She was clad in dark rich clothing, a thick velvet cloak draped upon her shoulders with the hood down and clasped at the throat with a silver broach; an air of nobility hung around her, along with a bitter chill. She looked as though she could catch anyone's attention, but people seemed to look straight through her.
With the pouch at her side now full of various items she had obtained, Pandora made her way out of the village and into the forest.
Many words had already reached her ears and she knew exactly where she was going. Her soft leather boots crunched through the snow, but strangely enough, there were never any footprints left behind.

There had been a choice, if she had wanted a steed to travel with, or use her own two feet; certainly she chose the latter, there was much less hassle.
Pondering over useless thoughts like these, Pandora wound her way through the forest, occasionally stopping to pick up a long thin stick which she would drag along the ground, scoring lines in the dirt. Why she did this was a mystery even to her.

It was perhaps a few hours later that she stopped for a rest, taking a seat on a fallen tree and reaching into her pouch to pull out some dried fruit and salted meat. Nearby was a small stream which she visited to sate her thirst, the chilling water making her teeth ache; it was wholly refreshing. Her entire body was quite cold with all the snow she had to walk through, the hem of her cloak was soaked through, as well as her boots. The rest of her clothing was fine, rather than wearing an expensive gown or such that was expected of her, she was wearing black pants that seemed to accentuate her curves and a black corset. Pandora felt comfortable, that was all that mattered. Though whilst wearing her heavy cloak, she couldn't stretch out her wings, which were itching beneath her skin for freedom, but Pan refused; for the moment anyhow.

Once she was done, Pandora gathered up her things once more and set off through the forest, hoping to reach the Inn before night set in.

[The_Butterfly_Effect]

Such was her luck, her pace had been exceptionally quick and so within a few more hours of wandering through the forest, she could see the large grand building looming up ahead. Just as she glimpsed the Inn in the distance, she caught a flicker of movement and upon narrowing her eyes and setting her sight to see clearer ahead, Pan saw that it was a young man; perhaps a year or so older than she. Her hawk-like vision watched as he trundled in through a door of the building, it seemed he had just finished a refreshing job, but surely he was cold for being dressed in so little.

Blinking and shaking her head a little to clear her mind, Pandora began walking once more and after a while she finally broke free from the trees and began across the stretch of grass that lead up to the building. She had seen this man go through the door she now approached, but it certainly didn't appear much like a main entrance. Nevertheless her hand reached out and pulled the handle, pushing the door and following it inwards. Snow silently dropped from her clothing and boots just outside as Pandora moved into the room and shut the door behind her.

It was warm, but then she was feeling hot because it had been quite cold outside. Her cheeks were already flushed with heat, so her usually pale pallor was now tinted rosy pink. Even if it was warm inside, her cloak remained hugging her body and her intense blue eyes scanned the room with keen vision.
Hearing voices from somewhere down the hall, Pandora walked out of the room she had been in and followed the sounds until she reached the main room where the young man was speaking with two other guests. It obviously appeared that he was the host, and seeing that he was preoccupied, Pandora busied herself by allowing her eyes to wander around the room.

[Concinnity Blaise]

Or something...
Taking the mug in both hands, she stared at it for some moments, delighting in the frothy foam of the cho-co-latte, and the rich chestnut color of the drink beneath it - not to mention the brightly colored and rapidly evanescing marshmallows. Then the halfling raised it to her mouth, taking a cautious sip - the caution was a moment later replaced by a delighted smile and a chocolately ring around her mouth.
"Mmmm - thass good!"

[O.t.h.e.l.l.o.]

Amick walked behind the desk pulling out a book and setting it on the desk as the male talked. Even though he wasn't looking at Nevermore he was surely listening. He scanned the open rooms. Once he found one he turned around and unlocked the cabinet that held all of the keys and extra in case of emergences. Removing two sets, he closed the door and tossed them towards Nevermore. He didn't seem to care about the presence of Iseria though he did notice something strange about her. Almost as if she wasn't all together in the head but as long as she could control herself Amick didn't care.

"All of the rooms are on the third and forth floors. Yours is on the fourth and the stairs are there. If you need anything look for Emir...not me," His finished with his cold and chilling voice while pointing to his left at the wide set of stairs leading up stairs.

He turned his head towards the third guest that he saw walk in a different way then Nevermore and Iseria. He looked back in the book and marked of that the room was full. "How can I help you?" He lifted his head towards the girl who walked into the room not to long after the other two.

[O.t.h.e.l.l.o.]

Emir smiled and turned towards the window to watch a few deer run by. He didn't always see them in the winter so he was a little amazed. His glowing red eyes looked as if they could look through any evil as good. Of course that was almost a lie but Emir was just that kind. Finishing his drink in silence he rinsed his mug out in the sink and sat it down for Amick to clean. "I'll see you around Ainsley make yourself at home," he waved to her and walked out of the kitchen.

He decided to go to his room and take a shower before heading down town to grab a few things for the inn. Emir stopped in the main hall at the sight of new people. All of them seemed pretty dark but that didn't stop the large smile that formed on his face. He throw his arms into the air and gave them a welcome greeting anyway, "Hello and welcome to Dream Catchers Inn. I hope my brother has been kind to you all he can be a little cold at times but he really cares." He laughed. "My name is Emir and if you need anything; anything at all just give me a call. There are ton of things you can do here and I hope you can make yourself comfortable. I'm sure you'll be happy to know that it doesn't coast anything to stay, so stay as long as you like." A warm ray of heat expanded from his body. Emir is always happy to have someone new join them at the inn.

Emir then walked over to his brother; forgetting that he was originally going to take a bath. "Need any help with anything?" He scanned the book over Amicks should who didn't look to happy about Emirs appearance. He memorized the whole book so he new what rooms were just felled and who came to the inn first.

[r e v e s n o i r s]

Miranda Adonie surveyed the large grounds. She was heading from the direction of the North. Staring at the lights, she was drawn to keep walking, but something told her to stay back. Her animal senses were unbearable and were all going off, due to the dark and the danger that could be following her. She shivered as she drew the cloak about her, the cloak still drying from the blood that was being soaked up.

Finally, she willed herself to stagger towards the entrance. As she arrived on the grounds, her senses were becoming vague. She grimaced as she reached out with a blood dried hand and went to go push on the large doors, but stopped herself. She curled her hand into a fist and gave a solid knock. She tried to make herself presentable, and stopped, knowing that could never happen. She shivered, not because of the senses, but because of the memories.

She had come back from the hunt, her senses had been driving her wild, and she needed a hunt. She came back to see bodies burned in piles, and the smell of the disgusting enemy clan. She shivred as she made her way through the massacre scene, and she nearly broke down at the sight of her parents and her lover's bodies. She ran away, only to be attacked by a small band that had stayed behind to grab loot. She was attacked, and managed to fight them off in her large feline huntress form, but not before taking a cut to the arm, deep and vertical, and a few head beatings from a sharpened club. She had blood dry over her face, and blood soaking in the cloak she was wearing now.

She shook her head, trying to keep from becoming dizzy, and she reached out to knock again, her whole body trembling now, wanting to get into the safey, maybe someone would be able to help her here, she can start a band of warriors to defeat the filthy beasts. She started to sway, as she slumped against the door, biting her lip to help her keep a hold of her conciousness. She leaned against the door frame and whispered something inchorently

[Kitsune]

((Hiya, Butterfly. I'm glad I was invited to join up again. ^_^))

For a while, Nevermore was worried that the place was booked solid. If so, they would have to move on--and after trekking all the way out into the middle of nowhere, too. No, that wasn't an option. He did not want to go wandering into the wilderness again. Iseria likely shared his sentiments. As lovely as nature was, one could only see so many trees and hear so many birds before it all became tedious. Stirred from his thoughts by Amick's voice, he focused on the man again just in time to catch the keys thrown to him. Happy that there was room at the inn, he quickly threw a wide smile on his face, eyes squinting shut as he grinned. "Third and forth... Understood. Thank you very much."

'But who is Emir?'

Casting a sidelong glance to check up on Iseria, he was only mildly surprised to see her standing in the same place. Didn't she want to explore a bit? 'I suppose I should be happy she's staying put. No need for a game of hide and seek so soon.' Nevermore committed the room information to memory and was about to turn and leave when Emir appeared. So he was the one Amick was referring to. Briefly, the vampire looked perplexed. Brother? So Amick and Emir were siblings. Mirror opposites came to mind after witnessing Emir's welcoming gestures. And was that heat radiating from his body? He presented a whole new perspective to having a "warm personality".

"Ah, thank you. I--" Iseria came to mind. "We appreciate your hospitality. Greatly appreciate it."

Leaving the two brothers to go about their business, he turned to fetch Iseria so they could retire to their room. However, the veiled woman was no longer where he left her. '...Spoke too soon...'

Having made her way toward Pandora during the time it took for her ward to thank the brothers, Iseria stopped a few paces behind her and quietly observe. Something about the stranger's aura sent a wave of nostalgia sweeping over her. It was almost as if she had met her once before. Maybe she'd seen her in a past vision? It was impossible to remember. Not one to stress the details, Iseria moved on and gave the unknown feeling of nostalgia no more thought. Her mild frown lifted a little at the corners, forming a partial smile that seemed foreign on her stiff, pale face.

"I smell blood."

[Nelrond Magensie]

xXAiko HanaXx

Ikea smiled at the sound of Seras unnatural laugh. It made her feel all giggly in side like a child being tickled to death. Since she was so small, when it came to height even, the water only leveled off with her chest. She was completely covered even when she was standing. She prepared herself to splash Sera once she was in reaching distance but the sudden appearance of the male caused her actions to be put on hold.

Yes, she was aware of him but she really wasn't paying him too much attention. Once the hidden male burst to life again a short scream escaped Ikeas lips, and a small shield burst around her; pushing all the water aside and living her body exposed. She covered her lips with her slim fingers trying to hold back a short laugh. Not at him but herself. She stared at Vincent as the water slid down the sides of her bubble. When she pulled herself together the shield disappeared and the water caved in around her. The remaining water showered over her head.

Ikea are you ok? Novaks peaceful voice asked her through his telepathy. Ikea quickly answered him to keep him from charging inside and attacking what he saw first. She watched Vincent try and get his words clear enough for them to hear. Then turned towards Sera a little confused...well that's what she looked like on the out side, but on the inside she was pondering why his eyes were white. Sera's eyes were different too.

"Huh?" Ikea snapped her head towards Sera as if she had been taken out of a trance; her wet hair swinging around and hugging the side of her cheeks. Her thoughts got the best of her and pulled most of her attention towards the changing colors of the eyes. "Oh," she laughed playfully, "Yeah. A rooms a room, and I do quite enjoy this one. Do you not sir?" She turned towards Vincent taking a few steps closer so she could get a good look at his eyes. Maybe she was just seeing things and the mist in the room covered the color of his real eyes.

She raised her hands as if she was going to touch him, but she didn't. She leaned her head back trying to get a better look at them. She would do the same to Sera later and she may even be subjected to closer contact. Her cheeks were turning red from the heat in the room. Obviously Ikea didn't care about gender differences. She was close to leaning on him or trying to push him over because of his height. She wanted to get a closer look at his eyes, yet a small voice in the back of her mind kept telling her not to get too close, so she made sure she didn't. Well...it also depended on what was the meaning of too close in her book.

Vincent stared at he a moment as his eyes slowly shifted back to their familiar crimson. He didn't know what to do, so he slowly blushed as he was NEVER in this situation. If he had moved at all, he would press himself against Sera's naked body, which he didn't know what to think of, he could tell that she was different and thus, stopped his thoughts on whether he found her attractive or not. He pressed himself back more as he opened his mouth and mumbled.

Was he uncomfortable, he didn't know, it was more like awkward. He realized that he didn't really say anything and then spoke up. "Um... my name is Vincent..." Was all he could mutter, having two naked girls in the same room as he, was unusual as he had little to no female contact, he was usually avoided as most girls found him to be a scary guy.

He then realized that they could all see his scarred body, he felt even more awkward as that was the part of him that he didn't like people seeing his scars. It always brought up awkward questions that he didn't like to answer. He had scars over his stomach that came from stab wounds, slashes at his chest and scars that looked like burns going down from his neck to his belly button. He didn't mind getting them, they always healed quickly but they were bad in the long run in terms of romantic conversation. His muscular body tensed as he almost tried to pull himself up, but kept his lower half under the water.

The only thoughts that ran through his mind were; 'What do i do?' It didn't help that he wanted to examine her for any threat, or at least thats what he told himself to hide his lustful intentions that now filtered into his mind, though whether he knew it or not, he would never act on them. He put up a tough front, but he was shy and thus never makes any moves to become physically closer to anybody.

[The_Butterfly_Effect]

Sera had blinked in surprise at Ikea's reaction and yet again the display of powers sent curiosity to bubble in her mind, but all in all, she did laugh at the unfolding scene.
To her it seemed as though Ikea wasn't fully together, sort of dazing whilst staring at the male, whose name Sera now obtained; Vincent. She too stared at him, wondering what he was going to do, tell them to get out like Emir or fall asleep like Amick?

Settling down and swishing the water around her absent-mindedly, Sera watched with a small smile of amusement as Ikea began to inspect him. She didn't know why such behaviour was amusing, but for some reason a grin was tugging at the corner of her mouth; was it perhaps due to the reaction Vincent was giving? He seemed very uncomfortable and the thoughts in his head were all too confusing, muddled together; Sera didn't understand half of what he was thinking. He was trying not to think of some things, something involving Ikea and her.

After huffing a puff of air upwards at some strands of her hair that had fallen across her face, Sera slid under the water and then rose back up, wiping the water from her eyes and wet hair from her cheeks. She looked back at Vincent and Ikea and then decided to move over to them, staring at him just as curiously as Ikea was; but perhaps not that close.
She could see the scars and markings on his torso, if anything, glimpsing these wounds only seemed to make Sera all the more interested.
'What do I do?' seemed to be on a continuous loop in his mind and Sera looked at him with her same blank expression,
Well what do you want to do? She asked with as much innocence as a small child; she really didn't get what the big deal was and why he was so flustered. It's a hot spring. You relax, right? Sera could be quite naive when it came to particular subjects.

[O.t.h.e.l.l.o.]

Although Emir was so joyful at the moment his playful smile was gone at the smell of blood. He looked at Amick who noticed it as well and then turned to the veiled female once she spoke. Everything happened like clock work one thing after another because soon a knock was at the door. Taking a quick breath Emir began to move from his brother and towards the door. If Emir was any less then what he was Amick would have not let him open the door. Amick knew Emir could handle himself so he allowed him to go.

He licked his lips and slowly opened the door, eyes widen at the sight of something leaning on the door. Fire rolled over his skin before disappearing once again. "Are you ok?" He quickly asked swinging the door open and reaching over to help her up. Careful not to hurt her any more then she was. Once she was standing he could tell that it was a female. "Miss can you hear me?" he asked quickly before slipping his arm under her legs and picking her up into his arms.

The dragon quickly moved into the large lounge carefully placing her body down on a couch. He wasn't thinking about having to buy a new couch later because of her blood. "Hold on you'll be ok," he stood up running off to grab hot water, towels, and bandages. Emir never gave her the chance to answer any of his questions. She could have been fine but to him she didn't look like it. He was worried to death as if she was his own child.

Dashing down the hall he almost tripped over nothing. It was just the sight of Novak in the hall way that startled him for a moment. When did 'it' get in here? Its the middle of the day and already strange things was continue to happen around him. He combed his hand through his hair and quickly moved pass the huge animal.

[Just to make things a little clear. No one is from the north forest. You can be from the north but a person has to go around the north forest just to get to the inn.]

[The_Butterfly_Effect]

EDITED:

Pandora was becoming fully enthralled with the many trinkets and things about the room; she kept picking up some object or other and inspecting it before moving onto another. At one point she grew acutely aware that someone was standing not too far behind her, and her body grew tense. Pandora could feel a slight power building up within her, like a spring winding up, but she scolded herself; there were others in the room as well as her, it was only natural that someone would be near to her. But watching her? That's what got the hairs on the back of her neck to rise.

Quickly turning, not able to stand this prickling sensation any longer, Pandora watched as the dark figure of a female was moving away and her attention was then captured by the silver haired man who now addressed her. As she approached him, another appeared, this one sporting a fiery red shade, he stood beside the other and spoke a few words, staring at a book. Were they both owners? Pandora even sensed a link between them - Brothers, perhaps?

Standing before the silver haired male, she greeted him in the manner she was much accustomed to; either hands grasping the sides of her cloak, her right leg bent and crossed in front of the other, she curtseyed gracefully and then straightened back up.
Her bright blue eyes settling on him, black locks framing her face, there was a faint smile around her lips, as though she had forgotten how to smile sincerely but was trying her best. Her lips parted as she was about to speak but was abruptly cut off at the other females words and a knock on the door.

Already her senses were prickling once more, the word 'blood' filtered to her ears and she instinctively sniffed the air. So soon bad luck had fallen to the door and Pan felt a trace of guilt, even if it wasn't necessarily her fault.
She remained silent as the red haired male instantly began rushing about and opened the door to find the female. He certainly seemed to know what he was doing, placing the barely conscious female on the couch and most likely rushing off to gather medicines and bandages.
Her manners gone to waste, she stood to one side and watched with a blank face as the scene unfolded.

[O.t.h.e.l.l.o.]

Amick nodded towards Nevermore as he was thanked and gave his attention back to the female. Whit Emir around he didn't feel the need to be around any more. Amick only helped when his brother wasn't there. He watched Pandoras way of saying hi or whatever she meant by it and looked back inside of the book. He smelt blood before the female even knocked on the Inns door.

He watched his brother move towards the door in a rush to help who ever it was. He couldn't help but think that one day Emirs kindness will only get him in trouble. Tired of the scene Amick picked a random room check the box and grabbed a key. He wasn't sure if she was staying or not but he didn't care. If she wasn't staying then she could just give her key to Emir and if she was good for her.

Walking into her view his sliver and blue eyes gaze down at her in almost a tense way. "Here is your key to your room. Top floor I believe and the number is on the key. If you're not staying just give the key to my brother Emir," He took her hand and dropped the key in her palm. After letting her hand go he paused looking into her eyes. She was nice and kind on the outside but her eyes seemed different. Finally turning he walked away closing the book and heading up stairs. A shower felt like a good idea. He was really hungry but Emir, the cook, was busy at the moment.

[The_Butterfly_Effect]

Hardly seeming surprised at his sudden appearance right in front of her, Pandora stared at him with the same intense gaze he gave her; though she had to keep up the pretence of manners, so gave him another of her faint smiles.
Remaining silent as he began to speak, Pandora kept her gaze steady and unblinking, her mind devoid of thoughts. Though she did feel a cool tingle rush across the back of her neck, which was followed by a burning sensation beneath her skin. Pandora almost lost herself when she felt his hand suddenly grasp hers and the key was deposited onto her palm, she tried not to flinch at his touch, which to her felt like an electric shock. Her expression remained calm and eyes continued to watch him as he paused for a moment to stare at her; was something the matter? Surely he didn't know already about her? Pandora pressed her lips together in a grim line the moment he turned and walked away, steeling a little slump of the shoulders.
Phase one complete, she mused to herself, her eyes drifting down to gaze thoughtfully at the key in her palm.

Tucking that away in her pouch, Pandora gave one last look around the room before heading upstairs; following the footsteps of the silver haired male before of course she had to part ways and continue up to the top floor alone.
Crow's were considered an omen by most folk, bad luck and such, but it seemed Pandora had had a spot of good luck; she hadn't even mentioned what room she would prefer when she suddenly got handed a key to one on the top floor. Perfect, in all things considered and on her journey through the halls of the second floor moments before she had certainly glimpsed a library; even better! She had hoped that she could complete some research by coming here, in more ways than one.
Slipping the key into the lock, Pandora swung the door inwards and inhaled deeply of the fresh scent, before quickly heading to the balcony and opening the door to let in the cool breeze.
"Not bad at all." She purred to herself and lifted a hand to unclasp the broach at her throat, the heavy cloak falling to the floor with a thump and a few glossy black feathers scuttered across the floorboards.

[Kitsune]

((Quick post from me before I head out of town for the day. I'll be back this evening.))

Nevermore scanned the room, eyes frantically searching for Iseria. He knew she was old enough to know better than to do something silly or to endanger her life, but that wasn't what worried him. They were in a building full of strange creatures--every one of them donning human disguises to varying degrees--and there was no telling where their allegiances rested. For all he knew, Iseria's vision could have been wrong and she unknowingly led them into the proverbial lion's den. The smell of blood approaching didn't help things, either.

Recalling just how starved he was from their long journey, the vampire grew stiff as the smell wafted under his nose. For it to smell so strongly, there had to be quite a bit. This wasn't the blood from a minor paper cut. No, it was much more serious. His right hand gripped a handful of fabric from his cloak, squeezing it tensely as he fought to control his overwhelming instincts. Sure it was easy to take a demon out of the darkness, but it was near impossible to take the darkness out of a demon.

Though his companion's voice was soft, Nevermore could pick it out among a chorus of others so when Iseria finally spoke, he took notice. The burning desire to shed his disguise and dive into his feral state diminished and with it's departure, his composure returned. He would feed later. When the sun fell and the moon rose. For now, he would continue his fast. Crossing the distance quickly, he placed a hand on the veiled woman's shoulder and glanced about. They would handle the issue with the bleeding guest. He had to get Iseria upstairs before she started babbling. "You're not stalking people again, are you?" he asked jokingly. "I have the room key. Let us go."

Iseria nodded and the two ascended the stairs together.

[O.t.h.e.l.l.o.]

Amick glanced out of the corner of his eye as he entered into his room to watch this girl walk up the next set of stairs. He pulled the goggles off his head and tossed them on the dresser next to the door. They flow from his hand in a bundle, hitting the marble lamp and sliding across the dresser just hanging off the side. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it in his hamper before opening the windows to his balcony. He liked letting in the cold air sometimes. A few chunks of snow fell into his room melting on the warm floorboards.

Taking a deep breath and running his fingers through his sliver hair he walked into the bathroom to take his shower. The room quickly fogged up covering the mirror in mist. A light fog formed at the bottom of the door from the cold air entering his room and the hot from the bathroom. Undressing he stepped into the showed holding his head back to allow the hot water to hit his face. Thoughts of everything that happened today replayed over in his mind before completely disappearing.

Once he was done taking his shower he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out of the room. As he stepped into the cold air his body dried completely. Amick walked over to his closest finding some underwear and a pare of sweats to throw on. Shirt less he sat in the middle of his room facing the open balcony and closed his eyes; just mediating to himself. The wind seemed to pick up and swirled around in his room raising his hair over his head before it settled on his shoulders again.