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 Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 11:57 pm
Bingo....
*Ice's hand drifted upwards and ruffled Leer's hair in approval. The kid really HAD been the right choice, and it was like finally he was beginning to lift the curtain*
Deciet is my favourite game and I am a master. If you could tell when I was lying, I would never have survived this long. The point is, when I say something that matters to you, its up to YOU to find the truth of it. Do some work for yourselves. Just because someone is your Sire or your mentor doesnt mean they have to hand you the meaning of your life on a platter for you to devour. Even as humans, we never had that luxury, why should it be clearer now, when we are so much more?
You are what you are. ANy more than that, and you have to work for it. You're close Leer, and Im glad. Just do me ONE favour...
*He stood up and tilted Leer's chin upwards so he was meeting Ice's eyes fully.*
Dont die.
*Again, the flicker of something in his eyes, and sincerity in his tone. Then, with his tail cracking behind him, the faun turned and was gone.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 6:43 am
Leer was grinning as soon as Ice had spoken. His tail flicked back and forth in contentment as he listenned. It was all starting to make sense now. Everything Ice had ever said was starting to hold new meaning. Looking into his Sire's eyes, again, he caught a glimpse of something strange...what was it?
"I won't..."
Turning as soon as Ice left, he pulled a tight backflip on the spot, endind in a literal dive into shadow. Gone.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 8:57 am
It had been sometime since Rose had last visited the run down and dingy bar that she was now standing in. The last time she had been there, was shortly after finding out that her lover had been with another woman and was in fact engaged to her and had been for sometime. Shaking her head, she ran her fingers through her pale purple locks as she let her blue slanted eyes roam the room once again. Huffing faintly, she laid her back flat on the bar counter top before adjusting her black biniki top. Crossing her slender legs at her knees, she rested her hands on her bare stomach. At first, as she had been doing lately, she frowned and started to move her hand from the furry area until growing use to it. It wasn't the only change in her either, her height was quite a bit smaller then it had been while she was with Dag.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:09 am
It was strange to see a blind woman walking into a bar without the aid of a dog. Dark black hair streaked red for whatever reason the woman didn't seem to need the aid of a dog or anyone else for that matter. She walked fine though the blinder she wore could be mistake for something else. She was not tall but not short and if she had not been blind her eyes at one time had been very green. She sat down in the tavern, the dark stone around her neck glowed eerily almost as if it were calling to the blood and savagery of old and now of course. After all. This WAS the Tavern Between Heaven and Hell.
The woman sat down and lifted her head, taking head of no one or anything. Blind was what she was... but it did not mean she was easy pickings.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:14 am
Her ears perked up and twitched in tune with her long tail as she heard another entering the bar. Maybe now things would pick up and something interesting would happen... Yawning widely, she didn't turn her head to look at the woman just yet, merely rose her tail in a mock salute. "Can I get you anything," she asked her, turning her head towards where she was now sitting, but still not opening her blue eyes once again.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:21 am
The woman didn't reply, turning her head towards the sound. There was no telling if she was focusing or not.
"Non, I am fine.." her voice was different, a slight French accent on the breeze. "The stone called me here so I came.. it gets.. agitated when I don't do as it commands.." Asks more like.. she was the commander of the stone not the other way around. But she'd lost her sight to keep the dark lord bound into that stone. She would oblige it now and again.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:30 am
Nodding to her answer, Rose started to relax once again and not bothering to move... until she heard the rest of her words. Sitting up, she sat Indinan style with her legs crossed, her arms resting on top of her knees with her hands clasped together. Tilting her head to the side, the tiny wings on her head started to beat in curiousity a twhat she was had been talking about. Finally, her icy blue eyes opened as she looked at her and noticed the blinders before lowering her eyes to the red rock. Now she was growing even more curious, for she didn't sense anything strange about the rock... but she had said a stone called her to the bar. "The stone about your neck, or is there one here," she asked her, not taking her eyes from the stone now.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:52 am
Not more than a few hours later, Loke emerged over the hill, eying his favorite, dank home where both demons and humans could dwell amongst each other, and possibly enjoy a drink. A wide smile came across his face, although it would be impossible to see it behind his mask. "It's been a long time," he thought, stepping toward the stoop. A long time indeed. Four to five months, if he were guessing right.
Last time he was here, he crashed into the ground outside, which he was getting close to by now. His body was battered and broken, his clothes were old and tattered, and he had aged dramatically. But now? Not so much. He was in perfect condition by this point, his clothes were elegant and worthy of his noble nature, and the aging effects of his otherwordly home so long ago had vanished. That doesn't mean, however, that his scars had left him... or that the vision in his left eye had come back to him.
Shaking his head of his thoughts, he stepped up to the front door of the tavern, and after exhaling, pushed the door open. It creaked and a smile came across his face once more. "Does nobody use the door around here," he asked himself, chuckling before stepping into The Tavern Between Heaven and Hell...
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 10:02 am
Still laying out on the counter, Rose started to stir and awake upon hearing the door creaking and opening before a voice was heard. Starting to sit up once again, she held her arms behind her to hold herself up as she let her legs stretched out before her. Her tail flickered in a bored manner as her icy blue eyes opened then started to look over his body. It was quite obvious to Rose, who had been raised about nobles and the like, that he was of some higher status. She wasn't sure what his rank would be, but from the way he seemed to carry himself and his clothing, she knew he had to be someone important.
After a few moments of silence, Rose steadied herself with one hand while reaching up to adjust her top with the other. "Would you like a drink," she finally asked him, her eyes moving back to his face. She was starting to wonder now if he was horribly scared under his mask and if that was why he hide away behind it, or if it was something else. Either way, it wasn't really her business, so she didn't comment on it.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 10:38 am
Knowing the girl probably wouldn't be able to hear him correctly, Loke nodded, beginning to move closer to the bar. Before he did, however, he placed his staff in the corner of the room, as it was rather heavy and there was no reason to be carrying it around if he wasn't going to use it. Before sitting down at the bar, he caught his eyes with hers, and was quite astonished when he saw that they were slit much like a cat's eye. That's when he realized that she wasn't human, but a Rakshasa! At least, he'd hoped. Really, it didn't shock him, it was just a bit of a surprise to him to find... well, someone like him.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he glanced her over once more before slowly moving his hands to his mask. Still watching her, he slowly started to push it upward, off his face. Underneath it would be immediately obvious that his face was covered in scars, most of which overlapped. He coughed, clearing his throat and once again his mind. He just couldn't get over the fact that he'd found another one. "Whiskey would be nice," he told her, leaning up on the bar and scrunching his face with a rather puzzled look. He just... he had to know if he'd found another one. Trying to get his question out, he stuttered on his first few words. "T-tell m-me... a-are you... a Rakshasa" he asked her putting his head in his hand and fiddling with the strap of his eyepatch.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 10:50 am
Smiling softly at him, she could almost smell the surprise that came off of him when he locked eyes with her. She was use to it though, not too many people have seen a woman with such eyes as her own. Her eyes moved towards his hand as she watched him lifting the mask from his face and over his head. Her tail was flickering idly off the counter top as she looked up at him and watched closely.
Not really surprise at the scars, she smiled at him before nodding to his answer to a drink. She had seen many nobles with heavy scaring on their bodies as well as their faces from sparring and sometimes war. Unlike him though, her body was free of any scars; even after all the fights and trouble she had gotten into over the years...she had always been able to heal completely. Sitting up the rest of the way, she swung her legs off the counter before pushing herself off of it. "One whiskey then," she told him with a nod before moving towards the shot glasses. Hearing him stuttering, she grinned faintly while listening to him, thinking he had been stuttering from his surprise or even from her looks. At the question though, she nearly dropped the glass in surprise before looking down at her hand as she slowly sat the glass on the counter top. She knew what he was speaking about, which was clear in her actions and the look that reflected in her icy blue eyes; it was just that she had never heard another asking her that question or even heard that word on this plane. "How do you know about the Rakshasa," she asked him, barely speaking above a whisper now, as she tried to figure out if he was a friend or foe.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 11:01 am
Watching her practically fumble the glass, he knew his answer before she had even spoke. Obviously she was a Rakshasa. As she turned to face him and he caught his eyes with hers again, his eyes beginning to water from sheer joy. "What luck!" he thought, almost shouting it aloud. There were so many questions he wanted to ask her, but alas she had one for him to answer first. Upon hearing it, his ears catching her whisper easily, he only smiled and kept facing her. "How did he know?!" Honestly, he'd never been so insulted, but she didn't know him aside from the few words they'd exchanged so far, so he let it slide.
"How do I know," he asked her, scrunching his face like he was indeed insulted. Shaking his head, he removed his mask further and placed it on the bar before turning his attention back to her. "Actions speak louder than words, after all," he thought, locking his hands together. Taking a deep breath, he closed his good eye. Moments later, he opened it again. It was slit like hers. He, too, was a Rakshasa.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 11:09 am
Rose hadn't meant to insult him in anyway, she was just worried about how he would know... for by the way he looked, he wasn't one of them... She had too many enemies and people that would love to see her hurt worse or even killed to not be nervous about such questions directed at her. Having not take her eyes off of his face, she didn't even look at the mask when he sat it down before her on the counter top. Her tail was flickering idly behind her as she waited for him to answer her until she saw the slit in his eyes. A faint gasp came from her as she looked at him, realizing what he was and how he did indeed know of the race. The surprise and shock was clear on her face as she gazed at him, had she not been leaning on the counter, she may have sat back expecting a chair there.
Not sure what to do or say, she did the first thing that came to mind; drinking. Turning away from him slightly, she grabbed another shot glass and the whiskey bottle before turning to him once again. "I-I'm... R-Rose Thares," she told him, using her adoptive Father's name as she had been doing once again in the last few years. If he knew of the Thares, he would know that the last living male had adopted a young child some time ago... Pouring them both a shot, she passed his to him before leaning back on the counter and toying with her glass.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 11:24 am
Watching her reaction to him, he would've normally laughed aloud, just enjoying the shock in her face... but it was different this time. He wasn't doing some silly party trick, he was revealing himself to someone like him; a rare occurrence probably for the both of them, what with his "father" practically eradicating their entire race. He began to chew on his lip, a common thing he would do when he was nervous, and rightfully so considering what he'd just had occur before.
He, too, was at a loss for words, but he wasn't about to do anything, either. He was still fixated on her face, her eyes... her skin. Unlike him, she wasn't particularly worried about showing that she was a Rakshasa, but to be fair, in this area demons are practically a dime a dozen. Hearing her name as he took the glass, he nodded and faintly smiled to her, having only heard that name once, but it was so long ago that he couldn't remember. "I'm Loke. Loke Lankai," he told her, extending his hand in hopes of shaking hers.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 11:35 am
Being too caught up in finding out what he was and that she wasn't as alone as she had believed, she didn't notice how lost he seemed to be with her looks. Before, she had only shown parts of what she was... not letting people see her true form fully... until now. Recently, after the whole fasco with Dagoth, she had taken to walking about as she was now. Besides, with so many demons there was in the lands, she was easily passed off as another neko or some other type of cat demon.
When he started to tell her his own name, she had started to take her shot of whiskey. Hearing it, certainly surprised her and caused her to get choked on the burning liquid. Her eyes watered up from the burning sensation growing in her throat and the fact of being choked on it. After hitting her chest with her palm then coughing a few times, she shook her head before lifting it to look at him again. "I-I'm sorry. I don't think I caught your last name," she told him, her cheeks turning a faint pink color now. Noticing the hand that he was holding out to her, she was quick to accept the handshake and shake his hand in return.
Of course, Rose was wanting to believe she had simply misunderstood his last name. For she had heard the Lankai name before and knew who one of them had been.... and what they had done to their people. It was better and easier to believe she had misunderstood then to actually think that his son or another family member was before her. Besides...she didn't think that he had a Rakshasa son.
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