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 Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 7:10 pm
Being out in any public place was not something that Fane was particularly found of. However as he made his way along the edges of a town looking for a diner of some kind. He was in the need for a new chief. It seemed that the last one he had employed could not handle the heat and duties of serving a Dracul. So Fane had to come to town and deal with all the vail Mearas. How he hated them all. Just the sight of many of them turned his stomach. But he could not trust his servants to bring him a good chief so he had to do this one his on his own.
Having finally made it to a rather crowded diner. He got a spot near the kitchen. He was not keen with the idea of eating the same thing as everyone else so he ordered a drink. And debated what he would order for his meal or if he would just steal the cook. 
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 2:51 pm
Octultus walked into the tavern--his head scanning for signs of trouble. The medley of mearh surrounding him made his abnormal colors seem to blend in. His armor, usually not worn, was on and blocked his vision so he removed his helmet. Wings fluttered behind him as he settled into the place. Earth mearh always had smaller establishments.
With one hand on a mug and a few peasants, he realized, cowering behind him he could not help but ask why. They simply looked terrified and left the building.
That is odd... He quirked a brow, sipping at his drink.
((sorry! I totally forgot about this one! D: Sincerest apologies! sad ))
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 10:32 pm
Fane's spring gaze did land on the newest person to the dinner. He was dressed in, what Fane would call as needlessly gaudy, armor. Who did this Gwilith-esk stallion think he was? Fane was not really found of someone else gaining attention and what looked like fear. Fane took the glass of wine that had been brought up for him and he slid his claws over the glass giving a high pitch screech before he picked the glass up and swirled it around giving the wine a taste. He was rather impress that the wine was fairly decent and it seemed to calm his dislike of the new stranger.
But this stranger was not helping him with getting his new cook. So when the waitress returned he ordered the cook's special. He wanted to see what the cook would really give him.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 7:49 am
Octultus took his time, when he had finished his drink he noted the clearly absent patrons who has shuffled out through the course of the wine and ale drinking by the two obviously alpha males.
No longer able to ignore the fact that this one had claws like a beast he sauntered off to the table nearest the other male.
"Tell me--Sir--Why is it you seem to have scared off the peasantry?" the knight asked, his armor clanking as he raised his mug and set it on the table.He was prepared to take the fight outside should there be one. He would not let his duties interfere with this bar's business if it did not have to.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 6:05 pm
Fane had not payed any more attention to Octultus as his initial review of the armor clad male. That was until the other moved next to the table near him and spoke that Fane's bright but cruel eyes turned to him. Even then it was the briefest of looks. He found the bright but noble knightly look sicken him. He swirled his glass again watching the dark red liquid slide along the inside of the glass coating it briefly before sliding down to the bottom of it and then he took a sip.
As he set the glass down onto the table and without looking at the other replied, "And you are sure it is not your gaudy taste in armor that has frightened away such rabble?" With the presence of someone who believe themselves so holy and pure near him it would only be a matter of time before the minute bit of patiences in the tattooed bronze male broke. Wild whips of his fiery mane fell over his green eyes as he looked down at his glass.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 8:17 pm
Octultus felt himself awkwardly pick up his fallen feather, as the words themselves from Fane seemed to ruffle them in their entirety...He knew at some point that this male was going to cause trouble It was obvious--the villagers and peasantry were proof enough!
"You know the sigils I cart are the Dispassionate Watchers, Knights of Leanna En'I'Elen. I keep the peace as ordered by His majesty the King"
Octultus was sounding more prolific in his words and his chest instinctually puffed up and he stood behind Fane. His deep blue and black locks flared behind him as his wings sent the doors flying open on the poorly constructed establishment.
"Why do these mearh fear you?" his voice filled the halls. He needed to find out if this male had reason to be beaten and taken to prison or if he was simply full of hot air.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 9:45 am
The last threads of his patience were starting to break. With each word and movement this knight made another thread broke. He could tell the other stallion was raring to prove himself in some form or another and the dark souled bronze stallion was not in the habit of being dominated by anyone. However he loved to deny others of their wants. So if this puffed up bag of armor cladded bones wanted a fight Fane would deny him one as long as he could.
Without even turning back to look at the other Fane simply responded, "I care nothing for your king or what ever sense of false pride your position seems to fill you with. With such flashy shows of strength and arrogance your the one sending your dear peasants out of this cruddy place."
The seer fact that he felt so calm and was holding it together shocked himself. By now Fane would normally have rendered many a Mearas. "Though it is true many of them do fear me. But I am not one to brag on that subject. Or I shall be unable to enjoy my forthcoming meal." He nearly purred as his thick claws slid around the class causing it to give a high pitch squeal and leaving marks in the thick glass.
The thought of that armor covered in blood was starting to become more and more appealing and he was not going to care whose blood it was.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 6:18 pm
Octultus felt his jaw clench and his ears lower in agitation. The male was becoming a problem but he could not simply idly stand by and watch others be bullied! By his creed he was duty bound to identify himself as a knight.At this point a few of the barmaids had fled the back door leaving the cook who was still too busy to notice the quiet which had taken the bar by storm. Another storm was brewing on the other side of the wall to the kitchen though...
"Pride is not in my nature, dragon." his ears winced and eye twtiched as the glass was scraped by Fane's claws.
"You need to finish your meal then and vacate the town. I will escort you out if you can not or do not follow these instructions." He looked back at the entrance and it was still quite empty but some curious bystanders were begining to peek back into the tavern's main seating area.
With his peace stated, Octultus returned to his table to watch the dragon finish and make sure no one else was hurt in the process.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 1:29 am
Fane brought his claws up to his mouth and licked the claws. This stupid knight was really making it hard to enjoy his meal. He leaned back in his chair a bit and crossed his muscular legs. "And yet you puff up like a ruffled up parrot and your repeat a speech I am sure you practiced a hundred times in a mirror." He stated flatly.
He stole a glance towards the kitchen. "And who are you to tell a paying customer who is merely waiting for his meal what to do? I have harmed no one in this rat filled establishment. And what I do at my home, which is the only reason I am sure any of these filthy beast would fear me, is my own business." He gave a laugh and his legs slowly uncrossed and he stood. "Is it not typical that a knight so eager to prove himself to some childish lord who comes seeking a dragon to fight. To take back the creatures head so that he can kiss up to some frumped up little childish ruler could could not take on a peasant let alone a real monster."
He turned to face the bright knight, fiery curls of hair dances around his face and shoulders. "I will go see on what is keeping my meal shall I?" He hissed and headed towards the cluttered kitchen.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 3:16 pm
Octultus could hardly keep from grunting like an animal when the pompus stallion spoke so slanderously seconds before.
"You just watch yourself then. The order still stands; you will leave town when your business is complete here." Octultus huffed. He was irate at this point and no longer keeping to his stricter mannerisms he was known for. This guy was getting under his fur!
He waited; doing his best not to listen to the conversation; afterall he had yet done nothing other than create panic in the townspeople...as long as he got out soon and without incident Octultus could breathe again and be on his way.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 2:56 pm
At the mention of an order Fane froze. The claws of each of his fingers drummed against the claw of his thumb and a low laugh started in his chest. He did not give the knight the satisfaction of turning but he did manage to his over his dark laugh. "An order? You dare think that an order form some flashy colt would ever convince me to do anything? Child I take orders from no creature living of dead." He stopped the drumming of his claws and pulled a passing waitress who was bold enough to come out of the back to him. He licked up the length of her neck causing her to cry then he let her go. "I shall leave this town when I damn well feel like it and no doll up knight will make me leave it sooner."
With that said and done he continued to walk to the back kitchen. Looking at the staff hiding near the door to the kitchen he gave them a smiles, "I would suggest that you remain between me and that knight...he wont wish to hard innocent people but I will not let you die no matter how much you beg and pray I let you." He hissed at them.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:16 pm
((not sure how much of that Octultus could hear so i'll wing it!))
Octultus lux Lucious seemed to find himself rather irate--on this particular day---with not a real reason that he could point at as to why...
But the other male...this "Fane" person Seemed to dig under his skin like a fungus and fester as the moment wore on.
He stood, coming into the kitchen to check on the others as he did so-keeping an eye on Fane.
"Gentle-mearh---please notify the Guild if any of you have a complaint against this leagil mearh." he spoke, standing in the doorway--hesitant to leave the male alone with the bunch.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:24 am
(He would hear all but Fane telling the others to stay between them.)
Fane could not help but give a sigh. This knight was making it very hard not to want to fight. But he knew that the knight would uses weapons and Fane was never good with weapons and fighting. He was more of just enjoying the torturing not too much struggling.
He moved over to the cook who was begging him to give her a bit more time and she was sorry for keeping him waiting. He glanced over his shoulder, "You are stalking me arn't you stupid knight. I would get out of here now unless you wish for most of those in his kitchen to loose their lives." He growled and turned to look at Octultus fully this time. "I really do not wish to loose another cook just now."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 5:05 am
Octultus shook his head.
"May, these are not your people at all. These mearh are free and slavery is against the law in this district." he spoke with absolution, not afraid to lay down his own life if need be to save those whom he was swron to serve and protect.
"You will do well to finish your business and leave." he warned again, not picking up his weapon in the eastablishment so as to avoid destroying what little they had.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:30 pm
Fane's lips pulled back in an evil smile and he laughed, "Oh well there is one thing we agree on. They are not my people. I would never willingly admit to being something so lowly and filthy as these common Leagil." He laughed loudly and his hand coiled itself around the chef's wrist pulled her away from her task and causing her to cry out as his claws bit into her flesh.
The cruel stallion lowered his head and his shifted his claws to allow the mare's blood to flow and he drew his tongue up along the wet red trials. "I never fraternize with my food. But seeing how you are frightening them so I can't help but get a bit more hungry. Maybe I wont be able to take just my new cook home with me." His bright eyes had a dark humor to him and his his wide smile was now shadowed by blood. "I suggest you shiny knight should step back into the dinning room or all their blood will be spilled before you have the change to slice my head from my body."
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