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#Post#: 172306--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: X Date: April 24, 2012, 7:43 pm
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What did she do for a living? Ha... a living...
She stared into his eyes as he asked her this question. She
could feel him calculating everything she did, observing her.
Perhaps it was a mistake to take off her mask? Was he looking
for a weakness? Was he going to lure her outside, lure her some
empty and shadowed area where he could show her who he really
was? You never did find out who one really was until death
whispered in their ear? Would she let him do such a thing? She
allowed him to continue to observe her. Maybe she would give him
more... More than he wanted. She would scare this man away, so
she could continue to plot the deaths of those in this bar. They
would learn what happens when you let your guard down. They
would learn what happens when you think you can live the simple
life. What happens when you don't notice the dark haired female
who silently entered the bar and silently sipped from their
life. She felt giddiness enter her gullet, and almost let out a
giggle, but she quickly cut it off and choked it.
She then realized that the man was still speaking to her.
"I am a toy maker."
She nodded, as if to convince herself this. Would he believe
her? Did he already know who she was? Should she play along?
Wasn't she already playing along? She nodded again to herself.
Yes, she was, and she would.
"I would enjoy a drink with you, yes."
Shit. What was something people drank? She heard a feminine
voice order something called 'Whiskey'. Was this something one
of her marks drank? She believed so. She could recall one of
them being very fond of Whiskey. She remembered the smell on his
dying breath.
"Shit."
She said to herself. She didn't need him showing up and
whispering nonsense to her. He knew why he died. She would not
explain it again. What was she thinking? The man would think she
was crazy, talking to the spirits/ Oh, how they annoyed her with
their talk of family and morals. Now that she thought about it,
the barkeep was slowly aggravating her with his whining. She
quickly darted her gaze at him, her eyes cold and menacing.
Right now, this is what she loved. It was a flip of a coin. She
could kill him Right Now. Her eyes stayed on the mans now
fearful face, they trailed down to his quivering lips. He was
upset and annoyed. He wanted order. He was pathetic. She
continue to listen to the one who had offered her a drink, but
she could not tear her eyes off the whining man.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Zeramere Date: April 25, 2012, 3:21 am
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The silent night air remained dormant ready to peak at just the
right time in accordance to the brewing storm that cried to the
moon. His eyes closed once again each simple breath being drawn
in and spit back forth, her question interrupting the silence, a
simple question that forced him back into his deep thoughts. Why
do they call you the lightning sage? the question echoed through
his mind several times and a darkness engulfed him for a second,
he seemed to be falling down, down deeper into the abyss of his
own mind, there he stood before the very doors each thought and
memory held behind the massive metal doors, yet a lock and a
guardian kept him from trudging within. Like a simple doll in a
child’s fantasy he was thrown forth back into his body, where
his lips parted and a simple selection of words would slip out
maybe to answer maybe to not.
“It’s rather simple to as why they call me the lightning mage,
but what’s harder to explain is the very realization that it
takes someone to answer their own question,”
He stepped back from the railing of the balcony and spun on his
boots to turn to face her, his gauntleted hand reached up and
placed it softly upon her shoulder the cold steel would be icy
to the touch.
“Lightning can be used to create or destroy, I simply use it as
a weapon and have mastered the element at hand, my power is
limitless but does have its costs.”
A light spark emitted from the hand resting on her shoulder
nothing damaging or to harm her body but just enough for her to
feel the small power that echoed through the magic before
letting his hand disappear beneath the cloak once again turning
back towards the balcony and moving to the edge resting his arms
back on the rail before speaking his words slightly quieter than
before.
“I am named the lightning sage for my exquisite control over
lightning from creating simple little sparks such as the one
that just danced upon your skin to…”
His voice trailed off and his eyes shot to the sky, like a
simple creature on the night the roar of thunder echoed across
the seemingly endless sky, and the first spark lit up the dark
sky, a light blue color that echoed the light across the many
endless galaxies, before many like it followed in a perfect like
harmony, each strike one after the next but never causing damage
anywhere he didn’t want it. His voice rose back up over riding
the sound of the booming thunder and the now howling wind
finishing the rest of his simple conversation.
“complicated storms”
His eyes closed and his lips curled up into a light smirk, his
words were simple but enough to explain what she wanted to know
but now his own question was dancing upon the confines of his
mind. He spoke once again his voice holding a certain chuckle to
it.
“So tell me Calli, where do your feet lead you now? Or where
does your own fate lead you, maybe intertwined with that of
others or do you see yourself aiming for something much higher
than us simple mortals can comprehend.”
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: LacyMarie Date: April 25, 2012, 3:51 am
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Watching the man’s own personal storm brew beneath his complex
facial expressions, Cal wandered if she had crossed an invisible
line. The nights décor around them shimmered as the storm
overhead sparked a new life within the sky. The storm’s enormity
and beauty captivated Cal as her mind reeled into the future.
What would tomorrow hold? Before her mind could venture further
into tomorrow’s worries, Zeramere dissipated her thoughts and
touched her. It had been so long since she had felt a touch from
another being, especially one as simple yet powerful as this.
Cal caught herself before she could shudder from the coldness
and from the surprise. Taken back, all she could bring herself
to do was watch his face.
Catching the movement of lightning out of the corner of her eye
she smiled. A small current of energy escaped her purely on its
own will and altered the color of the lightning to a deep green.
However, just as quickly as she slipped up, Cal corrected and
the color faded back into the original color. Hoping he had
missed it, she hurriedly thought of a reply.
“Wielding any weapon comes with a cost,” she softly replied as
he withdrew his hand.
Despite him not completing his sentence, Cal allowed her mind to
wander to the probable answers. It would be a lie if she said
she was not curious as to the extent of his abilities. Cal
cleared her throat and leaned back against the railing, closing
her eyes. Soaking up the sudden change in the atmosphere she
laughed at his statement.
“Storms are not complicated,” she said. “They are the easiest
thing to understand. It’s the calm I fail to comprehend.”
Zeramere’s question aroused the uneasiness that had nagged at
her for the past few weeks. What plan did she have for her life?
None achievable; that had been made clear long ago. Opening her
eyes, her forehead wrinkled as her eyebrows pulled together in
thoughtfulness.
“I want a simple life,” Cal whispered beneath her wandering
thoughts and emotions. “I’ve been raised to fight, however. So a
nice little family with a small home and a dog will never
happen.” Again, she allowed her lids to slide over the gleaming
green of her eyes as the wind picked up. “As to what pushes me
or leads me, it’s the knowledge that nothing can change unless I
move. Fate is too fragile to rely upon. If we allowed fate to
take part in every aspect and decision, we would be too foolish
to realize what it was trying to do half of the time.”
Taking the edge of the railing in her hands, she sighed and
smiled brightly at the storm overhead as small rain drops fell
around them. Peacefulness captured her tortured expression,
shaking away the dread and hurt and leaving behind a natural and
subtle beauty. Her lips parted and allowed her tongue too peek
through as she tried to catch a rain drop.
Nearly three hundred years old, Cal still resembled a child’s
playfulness.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Dems Darkfire Date: April 25, 2012, 6:27 pm
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Seporo chuckled inwardly at her response to his question,
observing the idea behind the response. Ironic, being as she
never saw him him before. Maybe she had, but not as he was now.
The same demeanor she displayed so many years ago when he caught
her tiniest of energy levels glinting in the darkness of the
night. He was younger back then, much scrawnier with long locks
that ran down his back. To anyone else, the night would have
been pure, simple, no one else staring out that window would
have ever noticed her. But because of a unique eye-sight trait
passed down through his father's line, Seporo could, and did.
She didn't see him, as she drug a blade across his neck, letting
death overtake his body before she cast his lifeless form to the
side and moved on. But Seporo had seen her. And here she was
again, giving the same demonic look of death to the bartender
who whined to himself at the other end. Seporo watched her for a
second before speaking. "Toy maker... interesting profession."
Seporo was good at hiding things he knew, and he had never once
forgot a face, even one that was covered or uncovered. "So what
toys do you make? Must be an interesting job. Developing toys
for the pleasure of other people."
Seporo's smile widened as he leaned back once again, looking at
The bartender as he sighed. "Hey.. mate... Can you toss us two
glasses and some fire water?" The bartender just nodded, only
now noticing her eyes staring at him. Seporo lifted his leg and
blocked her eyes from her target, smirking to himself. "And go
take a break afterwards. Don't argue with me or I'll toss
another bottle at you." The man just nodded, daringly bringing
the items over and sliding them to Seporo from five or so feet
away. He then walked off, taking his leave into the back office
for his "break."
He chuckled, his grin only growing wider as he let his leg rest
back down, yawning slightly as he stared to the woman before
him, popping open the bottle of firewater as he set the lip to
the glass and poured two glasses of the stuff. Seporo then
leaned back, pulled out some sweet tasting concoction from the
ice and poured a small amount of it into the drink itself,
setting it back before returning the cap to the firewater and
icing it as well. Seporo took up his glass, leaning in towards
her now open ear as he whispered quietly. "If you'd rather not
talk about your REAL job in public, just say so, but I think
everyone in here feels the tension." He leaned back further,
smirking gently as he shrugged his shoulder. "Maybe you'd like
to talk in a more secluded and private locale, m'dear?" Seporo
took a small sip from the glass. "You seem slightly at edge."
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Zeramere Date: April 26, 2012, 9:58 am
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He watched over the horizon, the storm of the night was on the
horizon, it was about time. He had walked a few days without an
inch of rain, he had missed the calming sensation it had placed
upon his body when it struck, his eyes were focused outward as
she spoke…those words she said had reminded him of someone so
far away a friend of so long ago.
Zeramere, I will never understand those words you speak about
remaining calm and that in time everything has a storm. Storms
are easy to understand, the calm is what is hard to understand,
what is the purpose of a calm when the storm is what destroys.
For the first time in a while since that conversation had taken
place a great weight seemed to have been released from his
shoulders, his eyes shot up to the sky, a light smile upon his
lips his thoughts shifting to that of the stars and what lie
behind and the words slipped forth from within his mind to those
never changing beings. I see now why you have brought me here
hmmm to make up for the mistake I couldn’t back then. His eyes
returned to across the way staring at the dark red eyes that
remained hidden within the dark forest before his lips parted
and once again as the rain pelted the balcony with each of the
simple drops of water that only added to the harmony of his
voice as he spoke.
“Tell me Calli, what makes the calm so complicated, there is
always the calm before the storm making the calm even simpler
than that of the storm.” He waved his hand outward, “the calm is
a pawn making it simpler to understand to always be calm even to
the sky is making plans, that’s why the calm always comes first
and that’s the understanding behind the calm,”
He stepped forward upon the edge of the balcony and looked out
over the darkened sky and the pitter patter of the rain upon the
upon the many objects and people that walked at night his eyes
closed, the clouds in the sky, and the rain above ceased their
movements the last raindrop hitting the ground before his words
slipped forth again,
“I was born to the storm but have found that the calm is easier
to understand and helps in the understanding of the storm,” his
back turned and he stepped off the balcony, a bolt of dark blue
lightning flashed across the sky and the rain came down again
like a storm it struck the ground around them and over the both
of them, he stepped close to her and placed both the gauntleted
hands upon her cheek before speaking those last word of wisdom,
“As long as the storm follows where you go, you shall be seen
and noticed where as if a calm follows you where ever you shall
be seemingly invisible,” his hands dropped to his side, his
footsteps echoed as he stepped back to the balcony and watched
as the rain seemed to rain down.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: LacyMarie Date: April 26, 2012, 12:17 pm
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The smile that passed along his lips embraced her like an
evening chilled wind on a summer’s hot night. Cal glanced away
and allowed him to speak while her mind still pondered on his
smile. It had been so long since she had seen happiness and it
was refreshing now to see some emotion other than sorrow or
anger mirrored on another’s face. With his words still clinging
in the evening air, he moved his hand, catching her attention.
It perplexed her as to why he was so determined to speak about
the calm and the storm. Not only did it show his wisdom but also
it was a good possibility that he was strong willed. Those were
two traits that Cal respected. Cal glanced up into his eyes
surrendering to him her full attention.
Tilting her head to the side, Cal thought of what he said. It
was true the calm came first, but it also came last. Wars always
had a calm before and after the last bullet was shot just as the
calm came before and after the first raindrop of a storm. How
could she explain it though? Especially since it was clear her
wisdom was inapt against his.
Wisps of black hair danced around her hips and nipped at her
neck as the wind began to pick up. The lightning that flashed
about them did not scare her but merely awed her. Cal, listening
closely to Zeramere’s words, was not prepared for the gentleness
of his touch upon her cheek. Her eyes winced but covered it with
a blink. Cal was a fighter but only on the exterior. On the
inside, little did he know, he had set a fire. It had been so
long since she felt the gentleness within a touch. When he let
his hand fall and as he walked away Cal smiled.
“I’d rather be invisible than to be boastful like a storm. I
have found that a whisper in a sea of screams and shouts is
often higher valued than the voices around it, even if it is
just to the person standing beside you,” she explained walking
over to his side. There, Cal reached out and with the palm of
her hand, she cupped his cheek. “How can you tell me that in
this gentle touch you can find meaning but in the storm that is
raging around us you don’t understand? The storm is formed out
of natural things such as war is fueled by rage. The effects of
the storm afterwards, is left behind in silence as if it had
never cared what it destroyed. The calm can bring sorrow as much
as it can hope. It contradicts itself where as a storm never
fools.”
Cal sighed softly and let her hand fall from his face. Closing
her eyes, she tipped her head back and breathed in the storm.
Here, she found peace because she knew what the storm could
bring. In the calm, however, at any given moment something could
happen and destroy her harmony.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Zeramere Date: April 30, 2012, 6:06 pm
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Her fingers grazing along the soft skin of his cheek seemed to
shoot his mind back to those days the days of darkness and the
days of his first pain and his first rage, Zeramere, I love you
the words were so underestimated back then, the thoughts all of
it just made it so much more unbearable, she leaned in close to
press a kiss to his lips and the dream changed becoming a
nightmare, her body ripped to shreds and blood spread across the
room like a simple water scene, his body cut into and the
laughter of the demons surrounding them, he couldn’t control it
back then the sight of her all torn to shreds You will all die
The storm around them only heightened the lightning seeming to
flash across the darkened sky the rain pelting the balcony even
harder, the wind picking up to immeasurable speeds. All fell
silent when his hand reached up and gripped her wrist, a bit
shaky he spoke.
“A touch is a lot more complex than you take it for; it is what
brings two of the most distant people to an understanding that
lasts a lifetime.” His eyes closed and his hand dropped, “or
brings back the most haunting and forgotten memories, where as
the storm is a time to be alone and a time to think or to hide
that which you want none to see.”
His eyes closed and his body shuddered slightly before reaching
both his hands up, with one simple pull he removed both the
gauntlets from his hand and they disappeared, he placed his
hands gently upon her cheeks and pressed a light kiss to her
forehead, with a simple kiss her body would be engulfed in a
warming feeling as if a cleansing sensation passed over her
body.
“Or with a simple touch the world itself can seem like a
different place as a whole, it might be brighter or could even
become darker, the touch is more complex than the storm for the
storm only breeds darkness and rage.”
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: LacyMarie Date: April 30, 2012, 10:43 pm
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The intensity of the storm magnified; not only the one so
evident around them, but also the one penetrating the man’s
steady expression. Cal stood her ground, unfazed by the fury of
the winds and the boastful thunderclaps that ravaged the heavens
over them. Overwhelming emotions swam in the sea of confusion
that lay naked in the brilliance of emerald within her eyes.
What was this man feeling? It was not her place to ask, Cal knew
this, but it was becoming hard to keep her tongue still. Rain
soaked her to the bone, making the black tank top beneath her
shirt noticeable as the lightning flashes light upon them. Water
dripped down the ends of her raven black hair, as he grabbed her
wrist.
The coolness of his touch brought to life a shiver that
meandered up her spine and shook the stableness of her breath.
Again, as he spoke, Cal found no fault in his wisdom but she
felt an unwavering sadness that made her question her previous
statements. Overturning her hand, she allowed her fingers to
gently roam the bitterly chilled gauntlet, certain that he would
not be able to detect such a light touch. True, a touch could be
devastating; much like a storm, however, a storm was made to be
seen and a touch needed to be felt. There was too much beauty
being hidden otherwise.
When his hand fell away from her wrist, idly her other hand
wandered over the place he had touched. Just before Cal could
speak, Zeramere did the one thing she felt so unprepared for.
The kiss that was so insignificant, since it only embraced her
forehead, froze her body completely. But it was not the kiss
itself that stunned her so much. It was the tenderness that his
hands and lips contained. Cal’s expression contorted as the
warmth surged through her limbs, contradicting the coldness that
she felt just a moment ago. Perhaps it was rude to stare, but
that was all she seemed to be able to do as his words stung the
air. Cal fought this new fire that had stirred a war inside of
the pounding of her heart as her thoughts struggled to remain
clear.
“The storm brews with passionate intensity,” she whispered.
“Maybe, rage is behind its motives but I see beauty. A touch can
be much more detrimental than a storm could ever be.”
Cal closed her eyes, allowing the warmth to spread like a wild
fire. Did he not realize what it was doing to her? The memories
that he had aroused were not happy ones, but she had learned to
deal with the pain long ago. There were so many scars the warmth
touched; it was almost as agonizing as it was uplifting. Still
the woman did not move away from his touch. Opening her eyes
once again, Cal stared back into his eyes wondering if she was
as naked to him as she felt.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Zeramere Date: May 3, 2012, 2:15 am
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His hands fell from her cheeks and his lips parted from her
forehead, the world around them had changed, the storm seeming
to cease for a simple moment in time and the flow of the world
itself seemed to calm. A light pierced the ever ending darkness
and light shed upon her already stunning skin, his mind shot
back to his time amongst the living bringing back the only
memories he wished to remember. His fingers had trailed along
her ever golden skin back then, his dark violet eyes seemed to
bask within the given sunlight.
The sunlight, according to the belief of many shines upon those
that are blessed by its ever seeking rays, each dance of the
light upon the person’s skin seemed to only add more to the
beauty of the person. You my dear are blessed by everything and
nothing at once; you are the heaven and the earth, the air and
the water. You are mine.
He had spoken words of wisdom back then to, he had spit forth
those same old words back then but in the long run they had all
consumed his very reality quickly. The darkness closed around
the light, the very storm that had once ceased now brimming with
full intensity, enough to tear a whole into the very fabric of
the reality itself, the darkness encroached on his memories
again seeming to tear the eternal sunshine that once littered
them from the sky.
You shall watch as we show you how we of hell enjoy those, that
are pets
His eyes dilated, each terrifying scream that echoed from her
lips seemed to echo upon the many visages of his mind, each
creature defiling that once perfect body and soul of the woman
who had stolen his very heart. It was then after they let her
crippled body fall to the ground like a used ragdoll that his
power was officially released. The storm around him and Calli
mimicked the storm that now played out in his mind, why had she
triggered these memories, he stumbled back from the woman his
hands shooting to his head his memories becoming projected
around them as if a movie. A heartbeat echoed within his head.
Thunder boomed around him as her eyes closed and her heartbeat
faded, his eyes dilated becoming a dark green color before
shifting to a sapphire blue color. Lightning flashed through the
darkened sky before erupting out from his body like an aura
seeming to turn the two beasts holding him into nothing, dark
black locks seemed to fall from their hands to cover his face,
he rose slowly to his feet, the next flash of lightning
revealing fear upon the demons face, Zeramere’s bare feet
stepped forward, the next flash of lightning revealing him
holding the beast high into the air. Fear rested in the beasts
eyes while all emotion voided Zeramere’s. With a cackle of
lightning and a piercing scream the creatures blood filled the
darkened sky.
The images ceased, his eyes shifted to the sky and a thunderous
shout echoed the area, like a sonic boom the creatures nearby
ran in terror, the trees seemed to bow his hood seeming to
follow and fall from his face revealing the tattooed body that
lay beneath, symbols etched upon his white skin in another
language a long since forgotten. Long black locks remained
pasted to his face from the rain and his eyes closed as the
memories ceased his body trembling slightly at the thoughts and
all rested calm for now.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: LacyMarie Date: May 3, 2012, 2:44 am
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Cal could only watch in horror as the man wrestled with the
demons that plagued the depths of his mind and heart. What had
she done to him to make him writhe in agony? The woman was
certainly glad that she had restrained herself from doing what
she had wanted to do before when his lips were on her skin. How
she longed to soothe him, to hold him as Zeramere’s hands
ventured to his head where the chaos was taking place. Instead
of running or leaving him, the woman stood in her place with
determination haunting the beautiful depths of her emerald green
eyes. If he had shown her one thing that was that she had no
desire to leave him. Perhaps he was remembering a past war or
lover; she was uncertain. Memories danced inside of her own mind
but after years of tolerance to the past, the memories no longer
brought the amount of pain they first did. Her entire life had
been a war, so on that level she could definitely relate. As to
a lover, she had only one and that had been a long time ago.
Zeramere could only see a woman standing there in silence, not
the part of her that longed to ease his pain.
The woman clenched her empty hands into fists, making the color
of her knuckles pale, as she angrily swore mentally. There was
not a damned thing she could do, and she may even have been the
cause of it. What if she was? Where did that leave her? There
was no doubt that if his hell had been aroused by her he would
not want her to stick around.
As the furious storm brewed around them, an earthshattering
thunderous roar shook the area, threatening to bring her to her
knees. Balancing herself, Cal watched as his hood slipped back,
revealing the man underneath it. Her jaw flexed as her heart
rapidly protests in deadweight beats. After a few passing
moments, the woman closes the spacious gap between them.
“Zeramere,” she whispers, placing a hand on his upper left arm,
hoping to ease the trembling of his body.
The tattoos along his skin fascinate her, but not as much as the
person that lay beneath them did. Knowing that Cal was walking
on glass, she slowly moves away the wet strands away from his
face. It was indeed probable that he would not accept her,
especially after what had just happened. But, the woman wraps
her arms around his waist and hugs him tightly anyways. Burying
her face into his chest, she closes her eyes and soaks in the
scent of his skin. Even if he did push her away, at least he
would know that she wanted to take away his pain.
Pulling back slightly, Cal stares into his eyes, daring him to
stop her, as she leans forward and kisses the corner of his
lips. Immediately she regrets this and realizes how much she had
just put herself out there. However, the woman stands her ground
and continues to measure his expression waiting for him to push
her away.
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