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 Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:45 pm
KyOuSuKe Neko Lady Liriel Baenre KyOuSuKe Neko meh i am young it dont matter to me and i love them O.o It's even worse when you are young. suuuuuuure It is.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:46 pm
Lady Liriel Baenre KyOuSuKe Neko Lady Liriel Baenre KyOuSuKe Neko meh i am young it dont matter to me and i love them O.o It's even worse when you are young. suuuuuuure It is. i dont care at all.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 7:58 am
Disguising as a common female isn't very hard for Zara as she effortlessly slips past the moving crowd around her. Different clothing, a hidden weapon to protect yourself, and the usual proud attitude can do wonders. And even then, most don't even recognize her as a Matron of a House. Not like that is surprising.
The cloak's hood rests on top of her snow white head, hiding some of her gentle waves but doesn't bother hiding the features of her face. The gold, simple headdress dips low to dangle a teardrop pearl on her ebony forehead while the jingling of other jewelry hints somewhere under her cloak.
Her interest is mild as she looks at the open booths as she passes through the market, the destination of the worn Tavern before her. The Drowess' full lips part with a smile, almost sparkling as a few male slaves nearby nearly stumble in distraction. She gives one a wink, causing him to instantly blush and lower his eyes as she pushes through the doors into the Tavern.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:12 am
Still having his gaze at the door as well as his peripherals on all the others in the bar, the masked figure shifted in his seat and turned back to the bar in front of him. It was this move that caught the attention of the barkeep, causing him to glide over to the hooded stranger and inquiry as to his wishes.
"Nothing, just lost in thoughts is all." The figure muttered to himself, his voice cold and distant as he seemed to allow his gaze go to each label of wine on the alcohol shelf. The Drow bartender grunted and leaned forward, mentioning that patrons who don't buy anything will be escorted off the premise. The dark figure grunted and glanced over his shoulder once more to the door.
It was then the figure noticed a female Drow waltzing in, her stride full of confidence. "I'll buy her a drink." The masked being said as he glanced over to the annoyed bartender. A grunt of disapproval escaped from the bartender as he glanced at the newcomer and nodded his head, waiting for her to settle down to take her order. Something along the lines of "I'm chargin' you extra..." escaped beneath the barkeep's breath, but the figure didn't pay much mind. Instead, his gaze went back to the wines.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:21 am
The Drowess reaches up and unclips her cloak, fluidly moving it to her arms to hang up on the posts on the wall next to the door. The jewelry she wears sparkles, catching the the firelight easily as her dark, slender fingers absently brush over the thin, sheer material of her long, revealing skirt. The dancing skirt matches the top that barely seems to contain her full chest.
Her ears twitch slightly, catching the brief murmured words from the masked figure to the bartender. Arching a white brow, Zara smiles widely as her noiseless steps lead her behind the masked Drow. Her fingers brush along his shoulders, as if testing how much muscle is hidden beneath his clothing. "Mmmmm... a drink already?" she purrs with a growing smirk, "Did you like what you saw at first glance then..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:26 am
The masked figure snapped from his daze as he felt the Drowess's touch on his shoulder, his head tilting a bit to look over his shoulder. "Perhaps. Or perhaps I didn't want to get kicked out of the bar just yet." He said in an amused tone before shifting himself in his seat and motioned to the empty one next to her. "Would you care to join me nonetheless? Especially since I am paying extra for your drink." It was then he stole a glance at the barkeep. The bartender scowled and gave a disgusted grunt as he looked over to the oddly dressed female.
"Bartender. Give the lady anything she wishes. I'll pay." The dark hooded figure said, his voice now carrying a pleasant tone in it as his gaze fell back to the woman. "Nice clothes. Dancer? Gypsy? Or ..." He paused. Though a smile couldn't be seen from behind the mask, his eyes seemed to express it nonetheless.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:33 am
The Drowess chuckles, shifting her weight to slip into the seat next to him, though it looks like she debated sitting elsewhere for a split moment. "Oh believe me, darling, I am worth it..." she purrs and gives him a wink.
Zara glances over her shoulder to the bartender, giving him a flirtive smile. "Drow wine. One for each of us." she purrs, pursing her full lips slightly with a motion of a kiss. Her smile just grows as her ruby eyes look up to her companion. "Dancer. All of the above. And you are more than welcome to find out what that is..." she purrs with another wink.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:44 am
Though the wolfish smile could not be seen from behind the mask, his eyes seemed to project it to the woman. "Really? Hmmmm. I might take that offer." The figure mused as he glanced over to the barkeep, his being seemed to change as soon as the Drowess settled down next to the masked figure. He seemed more at ease, especially with the dancer being with the cloaked Drow. The Bartender held a smile as he gave the couple a glass of the dark wine, bowing his head to the Lady before slipping off.
Renor chuckled as he looked to the glass of wine then back to his company. "You know I can't drink that here." The masked Weapon Master smirked, leaning towards her, his face plate near her ear. "Perhaps we should take this elsewhere..." He suggested in an alluring whisper. "Then I can enjoy this wine as well as find out what kind of dancer you are."
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:52 am
"This is very true," she answers back, "Though I think we will have to think up of a trade for a bit of... entertainment..." Zara purrs back to him. One of her hands reaches for her glass as the stem slips between her fingers, holding the glass in the palm of her hand. "Well if you have an idea of where you want to slip to..." She stands to her feet with the growing dark smile. "Lead the way..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:58 am
((F**k Photobucket. *ish frustrated*))
A chuckle escaped from behind the Drow's mask as he tilted his head at her. "Eager to leave already?" Reaching within his cloak, a gloved hand went to a money purse tied tightly next to his sheathed weapon. Removing a few gold pieces, he gently placed them within reach of the bartender. "Give us the bottle." He then commanded from the male Drow. Grudgingly the bartender did as told and handed placed the bottle on the counter in front of the masked figure. The keep mentioned something about its price, which seemed much higher than if purchased anywhere else. Once more, more gold was produced and left on the counter.
Slipping off his seat and winking over to the dancer, Renor grabbed the bottle of wine and turned his gaze to the doors that lead outside. "Hmmm I've no clue, but I'm sure we can find somewhere private to enjoy this wine." The Weapon Master mused as he gave another playful wink before heading out the door.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:59 am
 I LOVE GOING TO UNIVERSITY!!!! heart mrgreen
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 9:05 am
"A bottle of wine and the company of a rather ravishing Drow..." Zara lifts a brow and openly travels her ruby eyes down over him. Her dark smile only grows, "You could say I have been in a particular mood today..." she purrs, reaching for her cloak as she effortlessly slips it onto her dark, slender shoulders. The chain of thin coins around her hips jangling. Her smile only grows as she watches him go through the door before her, wordlessly following after.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 9:14 am
Once outside, the masked figure turned to his new companion and raised an unseen brow. "Particular mood you say? I wonder kind of mood is that?" Renor mused as his piercing blue eyes seemed to study the feminine fatal for a moment or two.
"Come. We can head to that inn nearby. There we can perhaps enjoy ourselves a bit more...comfortably. Me without the mask. You...well, being with you in private is always comforting." The masked Drow smirked.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 9:24 am
"Why, the particular kind..." Zara murmurs with a teasing smirk, coupled with a wink as she meets his bright blue eyes back. Her smile only grows, "Just do not spread that rumor around. I do not want others to know that I am pleasant." she laughs. Keeping the ruse, her hand purposefully reaches up for a firm hold of one of his toned, muscular cheeks.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 9:30 am
Their steps were silent as they walked together around the area, his gloved hand adjusting his grip on the wine bottle. "Ah, that kind. Well, your secret is save with me." Jumping slightly at her hand, the Weapon Master laughed as he stared at her. "Boy, we are in a particular mood." He noted out loud again as he chuckled some more.
"Well let's reside over there. That place looks nice." Renor mused, nodding his masked head over to a small two story building. "Perhaps there we can enjoy our nice bottle of wine, eh?" He said, raising the bottle out a bit and gave it a shake. "As well as enjoy each others company."
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