SilverFox Bar and Inn~ Open Once Again!

[Queen Shira]

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*The wind blows heavily in this time of the year. The traveler reminisces the old times when this path was a daily routine to go in and out of the bar. The bar has been sighted by the travelers eyes as he let out a soft smile* " It has been a while, hasn't it old friend? " *says the traveler as he continues to walk towards the bar hoping to see her once again.*

Stormy stands before her mirror, brushing out her long tresses. Her sharply pointed kitsune ears miss nothing; she knows the Prince has come inside with S'Aura and the two are currently in her room. She knows Archer is looking for Angelo. A wry smile touches her lips, the full, luscious skin brushed expertly with black lipstick. Her six thick tails sway of their own accord, their jet-black shade somehow more regal than somber. The Queen has dressed herself in a simply elegant black kimono with silver accents (with a large slit up the side of one leg and a low-cut neck), that hugs all of her curves tightly and stubbornly refuses to let go. Her obsidian eyes are outlined with kohl, so perfectly smoky and alluring. Yes, she's ready now to see people. She sets her hairbrush aside finally, and then slips on a pair of fashionably strappy open-toed shoes (which show off her flawless pedicure, of course). She then glides to her bedroom door, pausing only briefly before opening it and exiting for the first time in a very long while.

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Stormy stands before her mirror, brushing out her long tresses. Her sharply pointed kitsune ears miss nothing; she knows the Prince has come inside with S'Aura and the two are currently in her room. She knows Archer is looking for Angelo. A wry smile touches her lips, the full, luscious skin brushed expertly with black lipstick. Her six thick tails sway of their own accord, their jet-black shade somehow more regal than somber. The Queen has dressed herself in a simply elegant black kimono with silver accents (with a large slit up the side of one leg and a low-cut neck), that hugs all of her curves tightly and stubbornly refuses to let go. Her obsidian eyes are outlined with kohl, so perfectly smoky and alluring. Yes, she's ready now to see people. She sets her hairbrush aside finally, and then slips on a pair of fashionably strappy open-toed shoes (which show off her flawless pedicure, of course). She then glides to her bedroom door, pausing only briefly before opening it and exiting for the first time in a very long while.

*Wil the traveler continues his way down the path towards the bar. Wearing a bright red Yukata with a long black samurai sword on his right side of his waist with japanese lettering that say " Akuma no yona me " meaning devils eyes* The walk was as quiet as they come. Very peaceful day, but Wil has something on his mind. What would he say if he saw Queen Stormy again. How would she react to him when she saw him again? How would she feel if she saw him without his left arm? So much stuff was running through his mind that he realize he had completely stop walking and was standing in the middle of the path lost in his own state of mind.* " How would she feel? " * Wil asked himself as he looks up at the blue open sky*

[Queen Shira]

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Stormy stands before her mirror, brushing out her long tresses. Her sharply pointed kitsune ears miss nothing; she knows the Prince has come inside with S'Aura and the two are currently in her room. She knows Archer is looking for Angelo. A wry smile touches her lips, the full, luscious skin brushed expertly with black lipstick. Her six thick tails sway of their own accord, their jet-black shade somehow more regal than somber. The Queen has dressed herself in a simply elegant black kimono with silver accents (with a large slit up the side of one leg and a low-cut neck), that hugs all of her curves tightly and stubbornly refuses to let go. Her obsidian eyes are outlined with kohl, so perfectly smoky and alluring. Yes, she's ready now to see people. She sets her hairbrush aside finally, and then slips on a pair of fashionably strappy open-toed shoes (which show off her flawless pedicure, of course). She then glides to her bedroom door, pausing only briefly before opening it and exiting for the first time in a very long while.

*Wil the traveler continues his way down the path towards the bar. Wearing a bright red Yukata with a long black samurai sword on his right side of his waist with japanese lettering that say " Akuma no yona me " meaning devils eyes* The walk was as quiet as they come. Very peaceful day, but Wil has something on his mind. What would he say if he saw Queen Stormy again. How would she react to him when she saw him again? How would she feel if she saw him without his left arm? So much stuff was running through his mind that he realize he had completely stop walking and was standing in the middle of the path lost in his own state of mind.* " How would she feel? " * Wil asked himself as he looks up at the blue open sky*

Stormy heads to the main staircase, the golden railings shining merrily as if to welcome her back. She lightly lays a dainty hand upon one in thanks, and it feels warm under her touch. She smiles. It's nice to be out of her room again. Heels clicking on the cold marble, she slowly descends the stairs. Something is drawing her to the foyer, perhaps some whispers shimmering thru the walls? Or maybe a shift in the energy that flows through the air, invisible but tangible to those aware of it. She's not sure. Once she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she stands on the last one and waits, not holding her breath in anticipation but staying still, as if expecting someone to show up. The foyer is lit with golden sunlight; it's a beautiful day out and it's impossible to not have a positive feeling. So she smiles, allowing her tails to start swaying.

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Stormy heads to the main staircase, the golden railings shining merrily as if to welcome her back. She lightly lays a dainty hand upon one in thanks, and it feels warm under her touch. She smiles. It's nice to be out of her room again. Heels clicking on the cold marble, she slowly descends the stairs. Something is drawing her to the foyer, perhaps some whispers shimmering thru the walls? Or maybe a shift in the energy that flows through the air, invisible but tangible to those aware of it. She's not sure. Once she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she stands on the last one and waits, not holding her breath in anticipation but staying still, as if expecting someone to show up. The foyer is lit with golden sunlight; it's a beautiful day out and it's impossible to not have a positive feeling. So she smiles, allowing her tails to start swaying.

*Staring at the blue sky completely out of it he suddenly snaps after feeling a cold but delightful breeze. The day is getting warmer, a feeling he remembers after being around this place a long time ago. " He's been away for 2 years, and not much of the landscaping changed one bit. Looking at the bar from a distances he begins to doubt himself rather he should go back to see his queen or disappear for good. Not having a left arm is a disability, so he thinks. He can't protect those he loves with just one arm and a cursed sword. There is no way his queen will take him back as a guard knowing so much has changed with him. In his eyes lies failure and disappointment.

[Queen Shira]

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Stormy heads to the main staircase, the golden railings shining merrily as if to welcome her back. She lightly lays a dainty hand upon one in thanks, and it feels warm under her touch. She smiles. It's nice to be out of her room again. Heels clicking on the cold marble, she slowly descends the stairs. Something is drawing her to the foyer, perhaps some whispers shimmering thru the walls? Or maybe a shift in the energy that flows through the air, invisible but tangible to those aware of it. She's not sure. Once she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she stands on the last one and waits, not holding her breath in anticipation but staying still, as if expecting someone to show up. The foyer is lit with golden sunlight; it's a beautiful day out and it's impossible to not have a positive feeling. So she smiles, allowing her tails to start swaying.

*Staring at the blue sky completely out of it he suddenly snaps after feeling a cold but delightful breeze. The day is getting warmer, a feeling he remembers after being around this place a long time ago. " He's been away for 2 years, and not much of the landscaping changed one bit. Looking at the bar from a distances he begins to doubt himself rather he should go back to see his queen or disappear for good. Not having a left arm is a disability, so he thinks. He can't protect those he loves with just one arm and a cursed sword. There is no way his queen will take him back as a guard knowing so much has changed with him. In his eyes lies failure and disappointment.

Stormy stays where she is upon the bottom stair, her posture flawless and her gaze very mild. She's certain that someone will be showing up today. Her ears sweep forwards, and she is curious as to whom it will be. Every time she changes thru her different forms, she gains new abilities. Her latest is the heightening of her ability to know the history of people and inanimate objects by touching them. Before it was limited, but now it's grown stronger, and she can see even farther back. Stormy's tails swish gently, just barely scraping the stair and wavering over the floor a bit. She's so anxious all of a sudden to know who's outside. Her ears have picked up the sounds of faraway footfalls, though they recently paused. And haven't retreated, to her knowledge. The front door beckons to her silently, so she finally leaves the step and goes to it, curiosity drawing a hand up to rest upon the elegantly polished wood. A pulse of her regal energy goes thru it, shimmering visibly in shades of grey and silver, spreading out to cascade down the door and outwards on the floor and outside like ripples on the surface of a pond. Once it touches a being or person in the building's vicinity, it will draw them to the Inn. And there is someone outside who wishes to see her. She knows this now; her instinct tells her so. They are on the path to the Inn at this very moment.

[Queen Shira]

Stormy, upon sending out the Invitation, flicks her heavy ears back as a feeling like an icy fist closes suddenly around her heart, forcing her eyes closed. Instantly, a picture appears in her mind: a very tall man with ringlets of long, brown hair is kneeling awkwardly beside a bed, a bed upon which a young woman is lying. The flowing crimson hair of the young woman is streaked with pink. But more startling than the color of her gorgeous locks is how white her skin is. It is not a healthy pale, it is a deathly, ghostly shade of pale. "S'Aura, please... You must wake up..." The vision's voice is faded, distant, with a very weak echo. The young man clutches the sheets in trembling hands. Hands that are too scared, too shaky, to take the next step that would most likely save her life. For she is dying, anyone can see that. He knows it, and he sets his pride, his ego, his everything, aside in a final, desperate plea. His head is bowed, and his hands are clasped. "Mother... Please help... I can't do any more for her... Please..." Stormy opens her eyes, the obsidian irises within lighting with a silver diamond as the vision disperses and fades like mist. Promptly, the golden light of the foyer dims somewhat; Stormy has vanished.

Angelo shudders, not from the wet cold stabbing thru his skin to his bones, not from the drops of water that still stubbornly slip down his frame. He's utterly afraid. He's been monitoring S'Aura's life-force, and although he succeeded in draining her hair and clothes of water, he hasn't done enough to keep her alive. Her heart-rate was barely there as it was, and now it's practically nonexistent. Angelo can't bring himself to do what he knows he must do. He knows S'Aura can't breathe because there's water in her lungs. But he's no doctor, and she needs surgery, aspiration. Damn him for being so useless! Feeling like he also cannot breathe, Angelo just waits, eyes closed. He knows his mother heard him, somehow. Her regal essence is imbued into this establishment. After what feels like an eternity of waiting, his very existence is shocked by a jarring sense of presence in the room. She made no sound at all. And he did not sense her until she was right beside him. "Move, Angelo." Two simple words, and yet, as softly as they were spoken, cause him to inwardly cringe and curl up on himself like she had screamed at him. He can't move. The one thing she is demanding of him, and he can't do it. Damn him. He's going to hell for sure.