ooc: D: You're leaving?! You should definitely stay ._.
bic: Tryan looked up at Rune, but was distracted by the tiny purple person and the strange metal man that was currently walking out the door. He sent her back a vague sense that the shower was fun, but he was distracted. He received her request more as a prompt and was already moving off before he had a chance to really think about it. The shiny man was already gone, but the purple... He tore his eyes away from her long enough to locate his plate, put his nose to the ground and start pushing it across the room back to the bar.
Rune followed the pixie's gaze to her friend, fresh from his bath, and smiled. "That's Tryan. I'm not entirely sure what he is exactly, but he's a sweet thing when he isn't scared." She patted his head gratefully as he pushed his dish behind the bar and picked it up, bringing it to the sink to clean off. "I hope that's to your liking." She said to Lilly, nodding to the nectar. She had never really thought about anyone wanting to drink it, so it wasn't really prepared for the purpose. Hopefully the taste wasn't compromised by how it was stored or anything.
"Meh its all about the same really, just glorified sugar water, which would have been my next choice." She stated with a little smile as she recived a small surge of energy from the drink
She swigged on the elixer a few more times before she set down her thimble and lifted off the counter. That purple hue filled the air around her again as her wings beat lightly against the air.
She floated to the floor before Tryan and looked him over lightly her small paces only taking her around the creature a few inches at a time. A rather slow pace, but it suited her well as she was not feeling quite as hyper active as her normal self.
"Hello Tryan, it is nice to meet you." She said with a cute little grin at the creature
The unusual creature nearly went cross eyed trying to keep track of her as she came to meet him. Wary of her, even as small as she was, he backed away a few steps and laid down with his head on the ground so he could actually see her at eye level. He stared at her with one large, pale gray eye, tracking her as she made her slow progress around him. The twitch of his ears were the only indication that he'd even heard her speak, there was no sign of comprehension or response. As she began to move out of his field of vision, which was actually quite wide, he shuffled slowly around after her.
Rune smiled softly at the interactions between the two, though she kept a close eye. She didn't want Tryan to decide the pixie looked tasty. Rune herself settled into a chair behind the bar, crossing one leg over the other as she got comfortable. It had slowed down again, but that was fine. She preferred the place to feel homey over busy.
"Ok kitty bird I gotta go, but i will see you soon ok." Lilly annouced with a smile as she hopped with a few flits of her wings back to the face of Tyran and patted him on the beak
"I am sorry I cannot stay longer miss Rune but I honestly do have very important business out in the woodlands right now, as you may know we are in the middle of growing season and there is always somethig to be tended." with that she hopped into the air and rushed off back up the stairs and out the door leaving only a long purple trail in her wake that hung around like the tail of a commet after it passes
Dayman had only lost himself in the dark of the woods, the light from his cape not even enough to guide him through the harrowing trials the forest laid before him. In fact, the cloth artifact had only helped to attract a horde of ghouls and goblins, armed to their gnarled teeth and rearing for man-flesh. Fighting for life and limb through the abundance of supernatural creatures, the old knight found himself crashing through the wooden doorway from before, himself tumbling violently down the wooden steps. His armor shackled and banged like pots and pans tumbling down, well, stairs, himself coming to a stop by his own hands, the butt of his plated mail clacking to a dull halt. He groaned weakly, immobile for a few moments as gasping breaths fell through his helmet's visor. His golden armor was slicked in some forest beast's blood, his hidden face even stained over by the blackened life fluid of some feral ghoul. His gauntlets once a polished glow were now dulled by whatever manner of monster's blood that now coated them, his breaths coming in shallow gulps. "Damned...Forest guardians..My heart..." He heaved, quickly un-latching the notches of his breast plate to breath, slick his now revealed hands over his face. It was revealed that he was missing several fingers on his right hand, his left marred, coated in scarification from a no doubt terrific burn, as if he'd shoved it into a chemical fire...
Or a dragon's mouth.
Removing his helm, Dayman sat at the foot of the steps, eyes closed, finally catching his breath.
bic: Tryan jumped back with a snort of surprise, but she was fast and already on her way out. He pawed at his nose as if he'd gotten something irritating on his nose, and glared after her. There were too many other-things here, and most of them weren't afraid of him. On the one hand, it made it easy to get food, but he was really becoming irritated. He wasn't used to all the contact. Everyone seemed to want to touch him. Feeling irritable and antsy, he rolled over onto his back and squirmed around, as if trying to rub something off his coat and generally making a mess of his fur and feathers.
He stopped abruptly mid-squirm, and scrambled back to his feet, hackles raised, to face the source of all the noise, which obviously had to be a threat.
Rune looked up at the sudden clamor from the staircase and blinked a few times, standing from her place with eyes open in concern. She stood from her place and moved over to the stairs to scrutinize him a bit more closely, and make sure he wasn't hurt too badly. "Are you okay?" She asked softly, tipping her head to the side. She was rather surprised at his state, and in her concern she'd rather forgot about any reaction the man might have had to her attire - or lack thereof.
Rune was ignored the instant Dayman's eyes fell upon Tryan.
Though his gauntlets were laid to his sides, his armor plied off, and his helm obviously off... Dayman was still a ferociously well trained knight of the Sun, well versed in all forms of sword combat and the brutal teachings of the Blazing Sun Armada. So it goes without saying that when Dayman shot up at the appearance of the creature, he literally shot up, his five foot long Point of Righteousness unsheathed half a moment after. The sterling and gold blade seemed to seethe with unnatural fire, cerulean flames whisking over it in sudden waves, as if it breathed on it's own accord...
A truly powerful artifact of evil purging.
His right arm had already clambored behind his back to un-hinge his buckler, a small gilded shield with, of course, a sun emblazoned across it's sparkling face. This too seemed to glint with arcane might, and Dayman's eyes slitted, teeth bared like an attack dog fixing to tear throats out.
"Be you of the Nightman's kin creature?!" He roared, blade and shield held out at the ready.
The old man wasn't simply standing his ground: He was swiftly approaching Tryan. If the bird-thing didn't respond soon, it would find itself in the way of pure light giver wrath...Or worse. Worst still, Tryan looked like Taheen, the cannibalistic humanoids employed by the Nightman. They usually bore the bodies of men and the heads of animals, and this shed a light of evil upon Tryan that Dayman certainly saw in his own mind.
Tryan jumped at the man's quick action, but then flattened his ears and growled low from his throat in response to the man's posture. His eyes darted to the sword for a moment, transfixed by the flames momentarily before the man's voice drew his attention back. He didn't know what was going on, but the man was roaring at him, so in the greatest display of his own might that he could muster, he roared right back, revealing rows of needle-like teeth that didn't really fit in his mouth. A deafening, bone-shaking sound erupted from deep in his chest as he mantled his wings, and his tail lashed furiously behind him. His silver-grey eyes seemed nearly to glow against his black coat of mismatched fur and feathers as he set a murderous glare on the man. But even as he drew himself up, preparing to do battle, he began to retreat from the man. He didn't mind a good fight, but he wasn't going to charge in against something like that and throw his life away either.