The Dragon's Wing - Tavern and Grill (Walk-In)

[Absolutum Dominium]

Full Img->XX Terra "Blue" Blackburn XX<-Img Two

The man, large and dark. Terra had felt him coming before she had even left the confines of her room, his power was, something to behold. She could see, without her eyes what he was beneath that armor. She could feel the heat from his blood as he moved to her, and hear the ring of his voice as he offered himself as a meal. She had never fed upon a non human before however, even if this being was still somehow amidst the living she had no idea what taking in the flesh might do to her, but having been stowed away by Xavier... she had no choice in the matter.

A moment after the soft flesh was revealed to her her mouth opened and her body lurched forward. Her jaw pulled open ripping her cheeks at the corners of her mouth like a snake, but this was nothing like that. As her teeth neared the arm they became sharp as razors, and turned black. With one bite she cleaned a swath of meat straight to the bone and swallowed it down. Her hands latched to the being before her and she swept in for another, pulling it roughly off the bone as well. Her grip tightened as she lifted her head back to swallow the second chunk of meat whole.

Regeneration began instantly as the blood and flesh slid into her stomach. Her skin began to repair itself, and her eyes cleared, luster returning to her hair so swift one could watch the change. She looked to the man with her ice blue eyes returned, her hands locked like the gallons of a hawk on it's prey as she looked back to the flesh with intent in her hart too devour the whole arm. It would only take a few moments she was sure, and of course this man would not mind he had offered.

She reared back to take another bite then, her skin prickling with excitement...

[Sir Grisbeh]

((You will have to excuse my absence tonight. I may or may not have been partaking in some after work festivity of my promotion and of the four others like me. Lots of things were done, glasses turned upside down. and two roads driven home....But I can type!(((With the help of chrome auto correct XD))).))

Grisbeh steps into the fridge and finds a pack of meat. Ripping it open and just eating it. No cooking. Just delicious red meat. ~Rawr~ He realizes Henry has now joined his shoulder. And trying aggressively to get to the meat. Grisbeh rips some off and hands it to him.

[Legendary Sauce]

Absolutum Dominium

The Sauce felt no pain. He only watched with unnatural silence as his arm was rended into bits of meaty gelatin and gurgling blood. His black essence boiled and frothed from his pulsing veins, and the inner workings of his shattered machine screamed for more impossible pain. He craved the brutality of the woman, he wished to destroy her, love her, ******** her, eat her, claim her and then smash her brains out against the distant canvass until nothing was left but the cinder of his knuckles over her rip torn skull and the feeling of ascending dread in his ravenous bowels. He slowly un-clicked his shoulder plate, motioning for her to continue feeding upon his perfect flesh.

"...."

She would feel power beyond power filling her, and her strength would be renewed 10x fold.

[Xavier Greatwing]

((You got promoted? Congrats!))

Xavier wasn't sure how this was going to work. He didn't know if it would help her, but he had hope, and... he had a certain respect for this creature that had come inside. He wondered why he had been so easily swayed to... allow her to partake of his own flesh. There would not be many people so willing to allow themselves to be dined upon by a dying lich.

Xavier's stomach was strong as iron, but he avoided his eyes nonetheless. There was something primal about her feeding, but something deeper than that for this man, he sensed. What, he didn't know.

"Thank you," he said quietly to the man. He didn't expect him to respond just now. They'd make proper introductions after the, ah... act had been completed. The morbid part of his mind wondered briefly how much she would have to take to be sated, but he quickly shoved the thoughts from his head and busied himself in gathering up healing supplies that he supposed would be needed in short order.

He glanced back at the pair, and noticed that Blue was vastly improved from her previous state. As he watched, even, her condition began to get vastly better. He stared for a moment, but then turned back to his business of gathering up bandages. He didn't know if this man was like a human in his healing needs, or if he could help at all... but he needed to at least try.

[Absolutum Dominium]

Full Img->XX Terra "Blue" Blackburn XX<-Img Two

Terra had taken three bites, swiftly exposing the radius and ulna that lay in his forearm, and a third tearing at his bicep, a larger chunk... as his shoulder was exposed she took another, the meat of the shoulder sliding past her lips now stained with his black blood. She was beyond repairing herself upon this last bite, just greed drove her to it. Her mind was awash with new and powerful thoughts, thoughts beyond hunger, and more geared towards power. This was the moment she stopped.

She pushed herself away fem the being, knowing now the feeling that had come to her as he had approached. They were intertwined not just her having his flesh and blood now, the power she had felt from him complimented her own. She sensed his thoughts as she took her last bite. Pure ecstasy, hate, rage, sorrow just hinting in the background of it all.

She dropped to the ground, her mouth shut. The gaps in her cheeks that had torn for her to eat healed almost instantly as she took just a moment to regain her composure and posturing. She had always been so careful to seem so kind and polite... but that time was now past in this place, her true nature had been exposed.

She looked up to the being she had been feeding off of and gave out her hand for him to help her up, not giving thanks or even a sign that he had done her good... There was a newness about her, and a darkness that now was attached to her being that had until this point been so minimal it was almost unseen by all.

(nice on the promotion man.))

[Legendary Sauce]

Absolutum Dominium

He felt her as well, her ebony teeth cleaving him away from the thought of battle momentarily. How he prayed for combat, but this sensation, it was all too raw and sudden to push away so suddenly. He whispered dark incantations, and before anyone could think otherwise his flesh twitched violently, ethereal webbing writhing to life over his spewing veins and flayed muscle, his voice rising in incantation as the spell took it's toll. A single soul spurned from the well of his endless void, and it screamed out from his lips, exploding into astral shimmer as his arm was renewed, the price paid and the task at hand completed. He flexed his new bicep, his fingers crackling with old fire from battles long ago. He looked down at the Lich, and gave her his open hand.

His strength would be terrifying to feel. He had strength beyond strength, beyond comprehension though he squeezed ever so lightly as to not crush her hand like a withered leaf under a steel toed boot. Even with his gentle grip he would leave harsh bruises over her flesh, and with a light jolt she would be nearly thrown to her feet, the light twitch of his arm enough to spiral her straight up with impossible ease. He held her hand tightly, and though his visage was hidden behind his draconic helm his eyes flashed an erratic bolt of dying amber light that only the lich would be able to see. In that dying light she would see a demon most foul, it's elongated form strewn lazily over an endless throne of bodies and decaying skulls, a sea of blood raging all around. The demon spoke, and it's one word shivered through the Sauce's gaze directly into the Lich's undead heart..

You know now, the truth of my vile existence.

He released her and turned to Xavier, slowly taking up his armor to latch back on to his arm with slow and deliberate intent.

"Have you names then."

He ignored his thanks.

The ******** Sauce was not one for idle pleasantries.

[Xavier Greatwing]

Xaver stopped his shuffling for healing supplies. It was quickly apparent that the demon wouldn't have need for them as Blue finished her feeding and pulled away. Was it his imagination, or was she somehow... different? Darker. And somehow he sensed that she was now more wary for it; it was something in his flesh that had brought it out of her. For better, though, or for ill? Time, perhaps, would tell.

There was some form of exchange between the two; Xavier's sharp ears heard not a word. Whatever was said to the Lich, it was not for him to hear. It was not even spoken. He wondered, but it wasn't his place to ask - or to know.

Xavier wondered at the power of this creature, which could heal so rapidly, and so completely, after being ravaged by the hunger of the Lich. And it frightened him, he had to admit. He glanced at the window leading to the courtyard, gazing at the draconic statue perched there, wondering.

He was snapped back to reality as the man turned toward him and asked of his name. He was quiet for a while.

"Xavier Nightwing," he said at last. He doubted the man would have heard of him; he was not well-known. He had done no great deeds - or misdeeds - for which there was a song. He'd hoarded no treasure, he'd felled no giants. He was no one. His father's name, on the other hand, carried great weight, or it had long ago; it was the name of Reyx Greatwind. Slayer of the dread fell-demon, the dragon Alak'Tsarr. Hero of the people and savior of the realm.

But Xavier was not his father. He had never been tested in glorious battle; he wasn't hardened by the fires of war, as he had been. He had not been tested by flames and been found worthy. But perhaps the blood that ran through him was stronger than he was to know.

[Absolutum Dominium]

Full Img->XX Terra "Blue" Blackburn XX<-Img Two

Terra smiled at this demon wearing human skin and nodded lightly, not saying a word before she looked the to Xavier her eyes had returned to their shimmering ice blue, and her lips revealed as their cyanotic color as she wiped away the black blood from them. She nodded to him as well, though it was not of thanks but one that showed they were now to understand each other. She then moved from her place there at the bar a counter and went to get a rag to clean the blood from the floor, it was after all her mess.

She had been in dire straights when she had wandered into the room, and now she seethed with new found power. This was thanks of course to a stranger. Xavier, who she had sought out had left her to re-death to tend to a guest... they were indeed of a new understanding, even if he did not know it yet. She did not wish him ill, but if the day came for his final breath to be taken, she would not step in to obstruct his fate.

Finding a rag she heard the demon speak through his guise to address both herself and Xavier. She turned, rag in hand, and looked again into those eyes, they had died out, and yet were still severe.

"Blue." She said simply looking to the lump of flesh that was not but a mere puppet "I may be addressed as blue." she furthered before rounding the bar once more and dropping the cloth over the blood that had been spilt, wiping it about with her foot.

She had to admit that she was interested in this beast, hidden away, and yet so easily perceived in aura alone. Her eyes lingered upon the form as the blood was cleaned under foot.

[Legendary Sauce]

-Xavier..Nightwing.-

Absolutum Dominium

"Xavier." He said this name like the thrum of a church bell, his voice gravel and cinder mixed in the molten fires of a forge long cast in the darkness of some foul dimension, his talons rising to crush the empty air, as if to steal the very name from the breath from whence it came. "A name, fitting of a dragon slayer." He nodded and patted the man's shoulder ever so gently, a tap so tender it was almost like a love touch, a caress from a woman even. He tilted his dragon helm towards the Lich, and a wicked smile unfurled from his shadowed maw. How sweet a name, the color blue. Like his eyes in the sleeting rain, like the color of water beyond a drowning man's retreat. So rich, so full, so blue. "Azure." He called her, crushing the air in a similar fashion though he did so with a notable twist of his wrist, a darkness taking to him like the wavering chill of a new winter's breeze. Of the ways he would make love to her, with his soul and with his body, in violence and in unguided passion, he thought not which to go at first. He wanted her, but then he didn't. He was disgusted with her nature, and yet intrigued all the same. He nodded to her, and very slowly he unlatched his longsword, allowing it to drop onto a nearby table.

There would be no slaying this night.

"If it is a meeting then, we shall have it, us three in the cusp of a welcome palm." He wavered his talons at them, and with a moment's hesitation unfurled his helm from his bulky shoulders.

He was strikingly youthful in appearance, not a scar upon his unmarked visage. His eyes were a stark blue, so deep in fact his pupils could barely be defined say for their light edge traced inside the crystalline pulse of his iris. His nose was a sharp cut in the remarkable beauty of his face, and his pursed lips straightened out, his smile slipping away as suddenly as it had appeared. He ran a curt hand through his ivory hair, chopped short and shorn thin for battle, and taking a few moments looked over his busted helm before placing it beside his whispering blade.

"On this occasion, you may call me Silent Waters. It is, an unusual pleasure to meet you two."

[Xavier Greatwing]

"I have slain no dragons," Xavier replied calmly. "I would dream of no such act, unless it were unavoidable." He had a deep distaste for killing sentient creatures unless it were a necessity - especially dragonkind. His silver eyes reflected something of the dragon that lay within the human illusion that he wrought upon himself. Other than those gleaming orbs, nothing was belied of his true nature.

He barely felt the tap upon his shoulder, but he knew that the creature before him, for he was certain now that it was no man, could have torn him asunder had it wished. He, he reminded himself. He needed to stop looking at him as though he were a monster, though the stench of death and hell-fire was thick, at least in Xavier's imagination.

He removed his dreaded helm, to reveal his face. Xavier had pictured something quite different than what had been revealed beneath. He looked otherworldly, with sharp, defined, and even beautiful features that Xavier had not expected. In his mind's eye he had seen, and still saw, something much more monstrous. He was a dangerous creature, to be sure. His very presence unsettled him.

"Silent Waters. A pleasure, as well." Xavier bowed his head... though not as deeply as was his custom. He kept his eyes on the beast, lest evil befall him whilst he wavered. Not that he thought it might; he seemed almost placid. For now.

[Absolutum Dominium]

Full Img->XX Terra "Blue" Blackburn XX<-Img Two

A meeting She thought to herself looking the man over once more the thought of it was almost a joke in itself.

She would be the first to admit she had never had a taste for men, or their form, but this was no mere man, and she couldn't help but have the images flash to her mind, his thoughts as she fed. Internally she shuddered at the thought, though not in a bad way. Her eyes traced his face now as it was revealed and took in his hair. This being was a source of death, a machine of war and strife. Things she too was bound to by nature, but had avoided completely since giving herself over to it. For she had once been alive, and though she lacked her soul, she mentally always made sure to avoid the path that was meant for her. She saw him as a sign of inevitability in a way, the futility of her struggle to stay in the light of the living.

"The unusual pleasure is all ours to be sure." She said looking then to Xavier

Xavier was a smart one of course, and seemed to be wary, as well was prudent given the situation. Even Blue, as the eternal undead could sense a sort of dread in the air that was brought fourth by this man. She however did not give to it, but rather enjoyed the thought. She remembered her first days of unlife. People, animals, beasts shied from her where she walked. She too carried the weight of the dead, but had done much to subdue those effects in her time.

Running a hand through her metallic blue locks she again turned to the man eyes momentarily joined she let fourth a few images of her own. Flashes of skin against skin, black and blue blood intertwined across flesh. Then she looked to the door and took a step to leave.

"A meeting I will have to miss unfortunately... there is much I must do, and only and eternity to achieve it." She spoke softly, almost like the coo of a dove

"Be careful Xavier, and of course to you Silent Waters... I bid good eve."

With that she strode away out the door that lead to the main hall, and then to her room, number ten. She would reside there until morning at least basking in the glow of her new power.

((sorry guys, Girl is being... unruly, and its about time for sleep anyway... Hope to see you later, glad you're on at night again finally X))

[Xavier Greatwing]

((No problem. Good night! About time for me to go grab some shut-eye, too.))

Xavier nodded to Blue. "Good night." He wasn't sure if she actually slept, now that he thought about it, but all creatures had to rest, somehow. He turned away from Silent Waters, slipping behind the bar and beginning to tidy up whatever mess had been made from the previous day and this one. After all, he had to keep the establishment tidy. He was growing tired, though; it had been a while since he had slept.

He called out for Jasmine, who had been dozing in the corner. He was surprised that she hadn't woken during all of the commotion before, but he tried not to think of such things. The spell that Blue had used, the one that had weakened the Lich so much, was beyond his own comprehension. He did not dabble in matters of the dark spells; it literally went against his light-element nature. The wolf-woman had once been bound to a spell-book. She had been nothing more than an illusion brought forth from it - no more flesh than a wisp of smoke. Now she was made whole; she was flesh, and she was bone. But at what cost? She had no pulse, nor breath. Looking back to earlier, to what Blue had become... would that become of his friend? She seemed fine. But perhaps only time would tell whether or not she would develop more... sinister tastes. He hoped not.

"Jasmine," he said quietly to the woman once she had awakened. "Please, see to Still Waters' needs. I will take my leave, for a while." She nodded, and Xavier took his leave, making his way out into the courtyard. The sound of great wings would be heard, moving away from the building and into the night.


((Jasmine's the tavern NPC. Make her do whatever you want, within reason. xD ))

[Legendary Sauce]

-Xavier..Nightwing.-

Absolutum Dominium

The Sauce was sad to see the Lich go so soon. Or was it anger that crossed his furrowed brow, his fingers curling into tight fists as she sauntered past, their eyes locking in a ferocious tangle that unwound the moment she broke the doorway's perimeter. He seethed, steam pressing from his perfect lips. He had wanted to bash her face into the nearest wall for leaving so soon. He had also wished to have his way with her, in every way, but upon that note he felt sickened by his own fervent perversions, and struck himself mentally for being so weak to pleasures of the flesh. How dare a warrior of the Dark fall so low to that of similar make, that which was of the Low God's breath but lower still. The undead, a lich. Her eyes had sent him waves of feeling, and between them he felt the raw connection of her power within his own, his mana pool deepening as much as it had been drunk from. How much longer would he be able to resist his primal urges, his incarnate drive to ******** and kill? Only time would tell. Her words lingered like phantasms upon his mind, and he calmly turned to Xavier, his nostrils flaring and his lips sneering back, his pearly whites showing out far too perfect for any mortal soul to bare.

"......"

He thought on Xavier's words. He stared intensely at the man, and tried to stare beyond the physical though could not. To see deep was a skill for formal magi and spell slingers; such acts of arcane study were beyond the Sauce's repertoire of abilities. Sure, he was vast in power and ancient knowledge, but he wasn't a mind reader, or a soul scanner. He could not sense the man's hidden power, nor could he place where he felt a familiarity within his black soul for the being's presence. Something was there, a feeling held deep down in his guts, like a splinter one could not seem to get a solid hold on. He smelled fear. The man reeked of weariness of his presence, but this was not uncommon. He smelled something beyond the time of man as well. The scent of scaled bone and armored wing. The stench, of a dragon. Curious, but nothing the Sauce could truly determine as evidence in any form of what Xavier truly was. He just, smelled like a dragon..

"My apologies then on the account of slaying, I hope no such act befalls you." He was almost surprised himself at his polite response, but behind his words laid screaming notions of how he really felt about the man.

Coward, coward, coward, coward...

He set himself at one of the nearby tables, and motioned for the wolf woman to gather him a drink with a light whistle. He would drink until his form could no longer take such wonderful poison. Then, and only then, could he possibly fall into troubled slumber.

[Galanor Brighteye]

Galanor had returned to the tavern to check up on things. Since she had been gone, Ryou, the dragon she'd helped heal a few nights ago, had taken position as a fellow chef, as well as a bartender. She'd make sure to welcome him later. As she came into the tavern, there was a presence hanging thick in the air... something powerful. Ancient. Evil. Xavier hadn't told her about this... She entered the room. Whatever the creature was there, it was asleep at a table. She would make sure not to wake it, but if he did wake, she would offer him a room. No sense in being a bad hostess, right?

She, too, like Xavier had, could sense the evil rolling off of the creature, though it was greatly diminished while it slept - or so she presumed. She was wary, but not as wary as Xavier had been. She was... curious about it. Unlike her brother, she wouldn't hesitate to go poking around - or welcoming fights, if not starting them herself. Still, for now, she let him sleep.

Jasmine, too, was napping. Galanor found her behind the bar, perched on a stool and dozing. She gently shook her awake. The girl looked up, drowsy, blinking a few times before recognizing her. "Oh. Galanor, hey," she said with a sleepy smile, and a yawn.

Xavier had told her what had happened to Jasmine, and given her his theory on what she might have become. She gave a thin smile. "Good afternoon. Hey, maybe you should take a room." The wolf-girl looked tired and run-down, and she could swear that she looked thinner and a little more ragged. Perhaps she even had a little less fur than she should have... the suspicion was confirmed as a small clump of the stuff had come off in her hand. She pretended not to notice.

"No, I'm fine," she insisted. "Absolutely fine." She gave another mighty yawn, nearly falling from her perch on the chair.

"Have you eaten anything since...?" Galanor asked, unsure.

"I don't think I've been hungry," she responded with a shrug. "But I'm still new to this whole... having a body thing."

"Come on," she said, gesturing toward the kitchen. "I'll fix something up for you. Then you can take a room and get some rest."

The lupine woman hesitated, and yawned again. She put her hand gently on the wolf-girl's shoulder and guided her across the room and plopped her onto a stool. "Since you've never eaten before, let's see..." She thought about what she might like. Galanor rummaged behind the bar and through the pantries, searching for the ingredients; she found some nice potatoes, which she began cutting. Jasmine had since fallen asleep again, but Gal didn't mind.

She turned on the grill once she was done cutting the taters, which had hardly seen use since the tavern had reopened; she lit it and waited for it to heat up. She turned back to the chopped potatoes, adding fresh coarse-chopped garlic, fresh parsley, and broccoli. She tossed the mix with butter, and began to saute them in a pan; once the side was going, the grill was properly hot; she tossed a large, fresh elk steak onto the heated grill. It was seasoned with sea salt, cracked pepper, and a sprinkle of parsley. When it hit the grill, It sizzled and began to immediately let off a powerful aroma that even made Galanor hungry. She shrugged and tossed another one on the grill for herself.

Jasmine's nose twitched a little as the smell of the cooking meat hit it; she snapped awake, eyes momentarily feral. She started to snatch at the meat, realized what she was doing, and then quickly drew her hand away. Galanor pretended not to notice... but it was a worrying sign. It might have just been that she was hungry - she hadn't eaten in two days - but it might have been something more. She'd inform Xavier about it, and see what they could do.

"Sorry," Jasmine said sheepishly. "I think I'll just go to bed--"
"Don't worry about it," Galanor said firmly, as she worked on plating the food. She sprinkled everything with a dash of fresh lemon zest, just enough for color and a little bit of bite to pair it with the rare meat.

"This looks SOOOO good," Jasmine yelped as Galanor pushed a plate in front of her. She'd watched plenty of diners come and go, so she knew the ins and outs of using silverware - she wasn't going to grab it and start chomping on it like an animal. (She might have looked like one, but she wasn't going to act like it.)

Jasmine carefully took a bite of the steak. Her eyes widened, and she began to furiously cut the meat and had devoured it before Galanor had even taken her first bite, so curious she had been to see what Jasmine would do. Once the meat was gone, she licked her chops and snapped back to reality, blushing and avoiding Galanor's eyes. It could have been the wolf in her, or something darker. Galanor couldn't be sure. Jasmine poked her fork around on her plate, spearing a piece of broccoli and chomping on it with much less fervor than she had the steak.

"Don't worry about it," Galanor chuckled. She took a bite of her own steak, enjoying the tenderness and juiciness of it. She often surprised herself with her own cooking; she was used to eating her meat raw, but cooked was a nice change. She looked up at Jasmine, who had now finished her plate, and she swore that the wolf-woman already looked much healthier. Her fur had grown back in, and her ribs weren't showing as much through her clothing. Hm. Well, that was interesting.

Jasmine yawned again, though she seemed much less tired than she had before she had eaten. "You know, I think I will take a room. I'll just grab a key and head out, okay?" Galanor nodded. The wolf-girl pranced off to the other bar, plucked a key from the wall behind, and headed up the stairs in the entrance hall to one of the tower-rooms.

Galanor was worried about Jasmine. She'd exhibited a few worrying signs of the undead. Undead didn't bother Galanor as long as they could control themselves, which Jasmine seemed to be doing well enough. They'd just need to remember to keep her fed. Dead flesh seemed to work fine, fortunately, unlike with some of the more powerful Liches that needed a supply of living creatures on which to feed. She knew nothing, though, of what had transpired between Blue and Silent Waters the night before, though, despite the smell of rancid blood that lingered in the air from the act.

She turned to her own meal, eating quietly and wondering what would come of this, if anything, in the following days.

[Moon Soulhart]

Tavern || galanor || curious || Outfit

Ryou, once awake and groomed, found himself in the tavern. It was rather empty, unlike the nights before. But he saw a familiar face. His signature charming smile returning, taking a seat by her. "Hello again, Galanor. Been a few days, hasnt it?" He saw her eating, and thought himself that he hadnt eaten - or even drank - since arriving. He stood and grabbed a water bottle. "Tell me, how have you been?" He took a drink, but was able to drink the entire water bottle within seconds.

[ ooc || --- ]

Galanor Brighteye