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#Post#: 332058--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Insomnia Date: March 29, 2013, 10:38 pm
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Her smile turned into a slight pout, and she gently ran her
fingers over one of his hands, raising an eyebrow. "You seem
like perfectly good company to me." She smiled, and her fingers
were gone, back in her own 'bubble'. She continued to look into
his eyes, her smile softening a bit. She was being a bit
forward-it was not at all fair to him for her to even try that.
Because it always ended the same.
Though...he might get a bit farther than the others. He had this
air about him that made him seem as if he could handle her, and
she was running on a full stomach. She wouldn't be hungry for
another few days or so..so, maybe..No. She let out a sigh of her
own, chewing her bottom lip absentmindedly. It couldn't happen.
Wouldn't. She wouldn't risk it, even if she were full.
God, this would have been so much easier if she hadn't been
turned.
She smiled at his comment and wink, a small blush tinting her
cheeks-normally not possible, but with the boy's blood from
earlier, it could add a little more color to her. She smiled to
herself when she walked away, playing with her glass and
eves-dropping on other conversations. Avoiding the drunk men
that made inappropriate comments about her.
#Post#: 332099--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: March 29, 2013, 11:07 pm
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He could still feel her hand against his, slightly warm. Colder
than his, for sure, but not unnaturally so. When he got back, he
said, "Well, you just met me. For all you know, I could be one
of those sociopaths and psychotic killers. Just waiting to lure
you up into my room and take advantage of you and the murder
you, all the while laughing maniacally." His eyebrows wriggled
at her, wry amusement in his blue eyes, though he chuckled and
drained his glass of its content and cleaned it, placing it with
the others. He leaned back against the bar, allowing his hand to
brush against hers lightly. "So, about that room...? I'd suggest
mine, since you believe me so wonderful company, but I'm afraid
I'd still have to charge you." He offered an apologetic smile.
"Besides, I snore so loud I could raise the dead. Hell, I'm
surprised there aren't any out there, surrounding this place
trying to kill me for waking them." He let out a weary sigh,
waving as a few of the patrons left. Now, only those who slept
at the inn stayed, or the drunks who had passed out. Or the
occasional traveler staying for the night.
At that, his eyes found the woman again.
She had nothing but the clothes on her back, but she looked...
amazing. How he wanted to tear into the pale flesh, to feel her
stolen blood filling his mouth. He coughed, his knee rising and
hitting the counter with a hard thunk that sent a lance of pain
through his body. He cursed in a few languages, face twisted
cruelly with anger and pain. But, his mind wasn't thinking of
the woman...
He coughed, clearing his throat, trying to steer away from that,
again. He ignored the looks from the people from when he had hit
his knee, glaring at them. Granted, he was always sure-footed
and pretty damned graceful.
He let out a defeated breath, head hanging low as his eyes
closed in that same resignation.
#Post#: 332133--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Insomnia Date: March 29, 2013, 11:33 pm
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She giggled at his eyebrow wiggle, her hazel eyes lighting up as
she did. She gave him a soft smile while his hand brushed
against her own, she enjoyed the warmth of it, and had to stop
herself for reaching for his hand to feel it again. "No
worries," She giggled out "I'm a gipsy. I can tell the future."
She brought her hands up wiggling her fingers at him before
laughing and resting her chin back in her hand. She tapped her
chin at his comment about the room and his snoring, pretending
to think. "Hmm. I may just take you up on this offer, pay or
not." She winked, playfully. "We can fight off the angry dead,
whether they wake from your snoring or-" She stopped herself
giving him an eyebrow wiggle of her own.
"Anyway," She murmured "How much is a room, staying with you or
by myself?" She teased, sticking out her tongue slightly.
She couldn't help but to giggle slightly as he bumped his knee
and cursed-she assumed, because she couldn't understand. She
quickly stopped herself, though, and rested her hand on his.
"Are you alright?" She gave a small smile, keeping her hand
there and loving the warmth.
As he hung his head, she used her other hand-the one not
touching him, to reach out and twirl one lock of blond hair
around her slender finger, her hand occasionally brushing
against his face. "So warm," She murmured quietly, to herself.
#Post#: 332154--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: March 30, 2013, 12:22 am
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He shrugged, "About two-hundred a night, which covers drinks and
food. Whores are extra." He rose a hand, halting her from
speaking. "We don't have any here, but the town does and most
men, and some women, bring the whores here. I've had to throw
out a few men for being a bit to forceful, so don't think I have
any qualms about tossing you." He said matter-of-factly. "But
with me... A hundred. I am not for sale, however, but this still
covers food and drink."
His arm tensed as he felt her hand on his, his hand gripping her
wrist a little tighter than necessary on reflex, but he offered
her a small smile and released the wrist. "Yeah. Just bumped my
knee." So soft and just warm enough... But he felt her finger
twist into his hair, her hand brushing against his face, which
caused his teeth to ache since he had to clench his jaw to not
bite her, to not pull her over the bar and devour her. His loins
started to stir with need, desire. He pulled away.
"Let me close up and I'll show you the rooms."
With that, he went about waking people up and sending them out
the door, or up the stairs; collecting dirty dishes and cleaning
them; locking the windows, the doors, though he left the back
unlocked; he locked the alcohol behind glass, knowing there
might be someone who thought they could get away with thievery.
Not that glass would stop them, of course.
Damned drunks.
He stood next to the woman, his above average height of 5'11"
fully shown. "Ready?"
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Insomnia Date: March 30, 2013, 3:05 pm
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She felt his arm tense while her hand was on his, and his grip
on her wrist surprised her. It was...almost uncomfortable, a bit
tighter than expected, enough to make her actually feel it. That
was odd, she was still new enough that she rarely felt most
touches-it all felt like feathers, even the few punches she had
received from men in the pat-men who didn't want to get drained
dry, hadn't felt like more than a tickle. Her eyes widened a bit
and she took in his small smile as he released her wrist, the
warmth lingering for a bit. He must just be pretty strong,
having to throw out some of these big drunks would probably do
that to a man, she assumed, but it made the alarm bells in her
head tried going off once more, only to be ignored by her once
more. She was already too interested in him to get out of it
now.
His hair was soft, and the wavy, blond strands wrapped around
her finger easily. She twirled and unwrapped it around her
finger a few times, enjoying the soft feel and the occasional
warmth of his face when her hand would brush it. She felt his
jaw tense, knew he was holding back from something, but again
ignored it to keep playing with his hair and, well, flirting.
For the first time, she didn't want to bite a male, and she was
going to enjoy it.
She was, needless to say, a bit disappointed when he pulled away
entirely, a small pout forming as she nodded and watched him
send people away, or up to the rooms, and locking everything up.
When he came back, she slid off of the stool, her boots making a
'clicking' sound as she hit the floor, and she looked up at him,
much shorter than him even in the heels, at 5'2". She pulled her
dress down a bit at the bottom, making sure it still covered her
back-side, even though it only reached about mid-thigh, showing
off her legs. She smiled up at him, nodding. "Lead the way."
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: March 30, 2013, 4:52 pm
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His eyes watched her hands straighten the dress, the way the
material hit her thighs, and admired the legs themselves.
Shaking his head, he let out a sigh and headed up the stairs.
"There are only a few rooms left, but they should be acceptable.
They all have two beds, except mine, since I'm not the best
company because of my snoring." Not that he actually snored, but
she didn't know that. And most people here wouldn't know if he
did or not, since they were usually drunk and hard as hell to
wake up. He pulled out a ring of keys, going through them one by
one as he counted them off until he was left with six including
his own room key. He dropped them. "Fucking Christ."
Bending down, he picked up them and went about finding the keys
that weren't being used. The same six keys found themselves
between his forefinger and thumb as he checked the numbers of
each door, unlocking the six doors, which were spaced unevenly
away from each other and at different ends of the three
hallways. "There are two in the first and four in the last. My
room is in the first hallway." He turned towards her as they
reached the last room on the third hallway. "Pick whichever one
you want." He stood there, looking down at her with the cold,
glacial blue eyes as he awaited her choice.
#Post#: 332266--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Insomnia Date: March 30, 2013, 5:40 pm
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She pursed her lips, thinking about what the hell she was going
to do. There was, honestly, no point in getting a room to stay
over night, because she didn't need sleep. So, if she decided to
stay in a room by herself, she would lay there doing nothing all
night, or skip out early and leave the money on the bed. And two
hundred dollars would be a lot to just lay there all night-and
that was nice sometimes, just laying there in a comfortable bed.
Day dreaming. But not when she had the option of spending the
night with someone who she didn't want to 'eat'. A very handsome
someone.
She met his cold blue eyes with her own, warm hazel ones,
smiling up at him. "If it wouldn't bug you too much, I'll stay
with you." Her smile widened a bit. "I'm sure I could ignore
your snoring." Even if they were to actually sleep, she would
probably find the noise sort of comforting, instead of laying in
complete silence. She used to be able to block it out well, one
of the girls in the slave room snored loudly enough for it to
travel around the large house and keep most of the others up.
She waited for his agreement, because she didn't think he would
deny her after offering.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: April 5, 2013, 11:47 pm
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He rolled his lean shoulders in a shrug, as if it was no big
deal. The redcap was glad for the company, however, no matter if
it was dead. Or undead. His tongue ran along the slightly
pointed canines of his upper teeth as he pondered. Finally, he
let a breath and spoke, "In truth, I do not snore. It was simply
something to try and deter you from being in the same room as
me." He paused for a few moments as he stared around the hallway
before walking down it to the other one, where he would take it
and go to the first hallway, where his room was located. As he
walked, he spoke in a voice that had a faintly English accent,
"Not that I wouldn't mind your company, but most tend to... stay
away from me. Or try to limit their interaction with me as
little as possible." He offered a half smile, revealing the
slightly pointed teeth which were unnaturally white. "I
understand, however. As I said, I'm not the best company."
Going down the first hallway, he allowed his fingertips to brush
against the wooden walls, which were immaculately clean and
stain-free, from habit, as if it was the one thing he had
control of and that movement offered him some reassurance
about... something. Anything. His voice, faraway now as if he
was miles away as he stopped and stared at a door, "Ah, here we
are. My room." His fingers brushed the door as if it was a lover
and he fearful of waking her. However, he shook his head,
sending the blond curls into the air, his glacial eyes fixating
upon her own. "You can have the bed. Please, it would be
unbecoming of me to put you on the floor. And I won't here
anything about it." His voice was final, but there seemed to be
something belaying the finality of his voice. The way his eyes
glittered darkly with something... mischievous. A game. All this
was.
Rafferty hadn't ever bedded a vampire before and hadn't thought
about how hard they'd be to break till now. Granted, he wouldn't
put her to the test. Maybe just a wild night with some unknown
woman, a killer like him. A one night thing and on the morrow,
she'd be gone. The both of them filled with pleasant memories
slowly fading with distance and time and the pleasure of other
men and women. He raked his fingers through his hair as he made
an exasperated sound, as if vexed with himself or something
else, but he pulled out the ring of keys and found his,
unlocking the door and opening it, inhaling the scent of
sandalwood, light enough to hardly register when one breathed
in, but he always took that first inhalation of his room when he
closed for the night, delighting in the familiarity of it all.
The room was fairly large for one person, though the bed was
full-sized with a maroon colored bed set. Two pillows lay
against the headboard, the blanket, thick and heavy, askew
though it seemed there had been some effort of making it, though
the seeds of effort hadn't bared fruit. The window was
double-paned and slightly open, letting in the cool night air. A
desk was placed against a wall opposite the bed, a full-length
mirror stood in the corner of the wall with a window --the
mirror was as clean as everything else in the room, save for the
unmade bed, of course. A chair was placed by the desk, slightly
off-center; a bottle of ink and a pen with a few sheets of paper
lay upon the desk along with a burlap sack which was oddly
lumped, the soft scent of sandalwood coming from it.
The redcap moved to the desk, turning a knob on the storm
lantern, the wick still burning faintly, and the fire flared to
life, bathing the room with soft, radiant light. He removed the
apron and hooked it on the mirrors post, removing his vest
slowly, almost ritually, and let it cover the back of the chair.
His fingers then moved to unbutton the white-collared shirt
before he remembered where he was, the shirt half-way undone,
revealing the hard planes of lean muscle and the white lines of
age old scars, which came in all shapes and sizes, some looking
like teeth marks and a few deeper and wider as if something had
taken bits of his flesh off, though bitten was more accurate.
He cleared his throat, "I apologize. I had forgotten you were
here."
Had she seen those moments of vulnerability? His face hardened
at the thought, but he dismissed it as he knew he wasn't
vulnerable. Rafferty was simply a wall of frozen granite and
just as unyielding.
#Post#: 333755--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Insomnia Date: April 6, 2013, 8:08 pm
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She listened to him speak, not really fazed by his confession of
not really snoring, just giving a shrug of her own. She
completely understood-if most people had tried to stay away from
her, she wouldn't be that much of a people person. But, she was
pretty, so even if most men got the slightest hint that she was
"bad", they would still go after her. Women, on the other hand,
were smarter. And just jealous, wanting to avoid her-or scratch
her eyes out. She followed him, quietly, thinking a moment
before giving him a small smile. "I completely understand.
Though," She raised and dropped her small shoulders in another
shrug, looking around the hallway. "I've found you to be good
company so far." She admitted, honestly. "Then again, I haven't
been in your company for very long."
She watched his fingers as she followed him, the small action
reminding her of her first time being led to the masters
bedroom-the older slave had kept running her fingers along the
walls, mumbling something about Insomnia being much too young.
She had led Insomnia up many flights of stairs, the masters
estate becoming darker and darker as they continued up. Though,
the sixteen year old had been warned of this, and the woman who
had raised her-not her real mother, had prepared her for this.
She wasn't afraid, she had learned that her sole purpose was to
serve master since the day she could stand on her own. She was
ready for this. What she had not been prepared for, was the
older slave grabbing her face and looking her in the eyes,
repeating how very sorry she had been that Insomnia was born
into such a disastrous life. Insomnia had thought her insane at
the time, and had just knocked on the masters bedroom door,
ready to fulfill her purpose in life.
His words snapped her out of her memory, and her eyes were on
him as he seemed to caress the door. She shrugged, giving him a
playful smile. "Oh, that' fine. You'll end up in that bed with
me by the end of the night." She teased lightly, watching him
unlock the door and dancing past him into the room. She admired
it, studying the room. It was nice, much bigger than what she
would have expected for a single person room. But that was
probably because he-she would assume, lived here in the tavern.
When she looked back to him, he was hanging his apron on the
mirror. She quietly watched him undress; him hanging his vest on
the chair back, then unbuttoning his shirt halfway before
noticing her. She smiled at him, admiring the muscular, yet
scarred, chest. She wouldn't have thought she would enjoy him
without a shirt so much, him working at an inn, but she should
have known better-he was probably in charge of throwing reckless
drunks out of the place.
"Oh, Its fine." She shrugged "Don't let me ruin your sleeping
pattern."
She thought a moment, then slowly started to remove her dress,
eyes flicking up to meet his. "As long as you don't mind me
getting rid of this, I mean." She stepped out of it, handing it
on the end bed post, then laying back on it in her underwear.
#Post#: 334759--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: April 10, 2013, 12:37 am
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An eyebrow cocked at the admission, a wry half-smile tugging at
his lips, "Oh yeah? And what makes you so sure of that?" But, as
the minutes passed, his fingers returning to unbutton the shirt
the rest of the way, he understood why she was so confident. His
fingers slipped a bit on the last button as he watched her from
the mirror, though he didn't allow himself to stare for long.
However, her almost nakedness had been imprinted upon his mind
and he could see her still, even if he closed her eyes. He hung
the shirt on the opposite post of the mirror, blue eyes staring
into blue eyes as they wandered along his body, noting each scar
and bump of flesh; the faint quiver of muscle beneath the
sun-weathered skin. His neck rolled, sending popping noises from
the joints into the air, before his body let out a shudder as he
eased the muscles in his back and arms and legs, letting out a
barely audible groan at the relief it brought.
Rafferty's body was usually pretty relaxed and not quite so
tense, but he hadn't quite had his fill of flesh within the last
few days; his fingers were starting to twitch from the
withdrawal of it, though the motions were short and miniscule.
As he worked the belt in the belt-loops undone, he asked, "How
long have you been turned?" His voice seemed bored, neutral, but
his eyes found hers in the mirror, searching for whatever
reaction his question had brought; his eyes glittering with
vague interest at the inquiry. "Just know I don't mind sharing
blood, but ask first. If you do not..." He merely shrugged,
leaving the statement unanswered and pulled the belt free, each
loop making a snapping noise. A satisfying sound, no doubt.
That, he simply let fall to the floor and removed his shoes and
socks, placing them beneath the mirror and putting the socks in
the basket behind said mirror. "That being said, let me know if
you get hungry or feel the need to feed. I won't tolerate
killings in my territory no matter how pretty the face." The
redcap had worked hard to establish himself as a powerful figure
here and wouldn't let anyone or anything mess that up.
Unacceptable.
"The werewolves were here before me and have learned to accept
me and since you are my guest, I am responsible for you and your
actions. You kill in the town, you won't be coming back a second
time and I won't make another appearance either. And I rather
enjoy living. But they will leave you alone lest you break that
one rule." He shrugged. "My blood might not taste as good as
others, but it'll get the job done, I suppose." He offered her
what he would hope was a reassuring smile and brushed his hair
back with his fingers, letting out a slow breath.
He went to the dresser and pulled a drawer open, pulling out a
thick and heavy blanket and unfolded it twice so it was longer
and laid it out on the floor, rolling one end up to make a small
pillow and then pulled out another blanket that was lighter but
seemed just as thick. He laid the second blanket atop the other,
moving the makeshift bed to the window, a few feet away from the
bed itself, and lined it up with the wall length wise.
When he stared at her once again, he seemed put off guard by her
near-nudity in front of him. A common thing, but rarer still was
the willing participant. "I am a redcap, in case you were
wondering. We are an endangered species and reclusive as well,
so I would be surprised if you know anything about my kind,
especially considering you are newly turned, yes?" He tapped the
side of his nose, "You don't smell like... death. Not quite yet.
Give it a few decades." Again, he offered her a reassuring
smile, though he wasn't sure if was all that reassuring.
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