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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Insomnia Date: May 2, 2013, 6:50 pm
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She was only around five foot three, her body full in the places
it needed to be and lean with hidden muscle everywhere else. She
watched him silently, chewing her lip thoughtfully. Again, the
thought that he might have been skinnier, his body less
attractive crossed her mind. Most definitely with less
scars-though it fit him. Made her more attracted to him somehow.
Her eyes studied each scar and imperfection on his skin, her
fingers resting on the scar at the back of her neck. Usually
covered by her hair, no one else knew of the rough patch of skin
where she had been bitten, and that was putting it delicately.
It was something she tried not to think of, seeing as her master
had ripped open her neck in the most violent way she could
imagine, tearing and ripping at the once soft flesh with his
teeth.
She jumped slightly at the sound of his neck cracking, her
giving a slight shiver to each crack she heard, watching him
relax his muscles. She sat up, moving her hands to her lap,
intertwining her fingers and staring down at them mindlessly.
She actually felt comfortable in the silence. At his question,
though, her eyes flicked up quickly, meeting his in the mirror.
Her hazel eyes showed surprise, even though his only showed
interest. "I..." she stuttered a bit, closing her mouth for a
moment to think. "A year. I am, technically, nineteen now." She
murmured, shrugging. She pursed her lips at his statement,
searching his eyes in the mirror for any proof that he was
joking with her in anyway.
"All you had to do was ask nicely," She murmured, a smile smile
on her lips. "I won't kill anyone here. I actually just fed
earlier tonight..." She gave a small shrug. "Next time I'm
hungry enough to want to drain someone I should be out of here,
but thanks for the offer." Her eyes sparkled slightly, and her
lips pressed together in thought once more. "Werewolves? So,
that man earlier who you were having an argument with-the one
that smelt like wet dog, he was a werewolf?" She smiled a bit,
looking at him. "I've never met anyone other than a vampire
before."
She watched him make his make-shift bed on the floor, frowning
slightly. "I don't know why you are going through all the
trouble of making that," She murmured "I already told you it
won't be used." The playful glint was back in her eyes, and she
added an equally playful smile as she continued to watch.
"I know nothing about redcaps," She stated simply, pushing
herself up and off the bed, landing lightly on the floor and
taking quiet steps towards him and stopping right in front of
him, looking up at him while, gently, carefully, reaching out to
trace one of the scars on his chest. She made eye contact
chewing her lower lip. "You do smell different, it makes me
curious of how your blood would taste."
#Post#: 394799--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: TheWhiteWolf Date: November 3, 2015, 11:02 pm
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The man slowly trotted through the path that lay outside of the
building: each heavy step of his boots singeing the earth with
blue flames. The blue haired man seemed exhausted as he gasped
for air. his body suffering an unbarable dehydration that seemed
to be almost inhuman. the sheer dehydration enough to kill most
mortal men as he gasped for air in a sad attempt to get some
moisture into his throat. He spoke out to himself as his helmet
like horns seemed to desolve to ash. "what was the point of
escaping if im just going to be sent back from dehydration..?"
His voice rough and raspy as he could barely muster the words.
He gripped to the armor on his chest as he pulled at it to give
him more room for him to breathe, but, the armor almost seemed
to be attached to his chest. A low groan escaping his lips
before he stopped; looking to the door of what seemed to be an
inn. Only able to mutter one word as he walked up to the
building. "finally..." His raspy voice relieved as he pushed the
door open with ease: slamming the door against the wall as he
stood in the doorway.
He only held the door open as his head was bowed; looking to the
floor with a low groan. [Color=blue]"drink... I need a
drink..."[/color] He muttered only to collapse into the bar with
fatigue. not dead, of course, but he could no longer move.
conscious, yes, but his body was wracked. his escape from hell a
taxing one, but, he was free now. he would no longer deal with
the torturous flames of the beast. instead he now was the flame.
a flame with an unquenchable thirst.
#Post#: 394802--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: TheNightingale Date: November 3, 2015, 11:12 pm
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Eve couldn't help but have her attention averted away from the
bar and over to the door. She watched the strange man drop to
the floor. Her head tilted to the side slightly as she smiled.
"Can I get a drink please?" She politely asked the barkeep
before hoping off the stool and heading over to him.
Eve carelessly swayed over to him, dressed in more of a maid's
uniform. "Hey! Mister! You need a drink?" She held out the cup,
not telling him what it was, which was milk. She smiled at him
awaiting for his answer or to snag the drink from her hand.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: November 3, 2015, 11:17 pm
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Rafferty was cleaning a glass, his usual staring contest with
the werewolf just beginning. It was barely after ten, the redcap
sighed softly; his own throat slightly parched as he poured
himself some water, though it was interrupted as a man in armor
crash upon his floor, rambling about drink.
The redcap glared at the werewolf before hopping the bar with
his glass of water, splashing it upon the face of the
fallen(hurhur). 'You have ten seconds to get up and in a stool
'fore I kick your arse to hell and back again.'
Fucking demons, thinking they can just do whatever. Well, I'll
have none of that.
Glaring at the body, slapping the face a few times with enough
force to leave a mild sting after the third hit. 'Get up, you
layabout. I'll have none of this. I'll hafta kick ye out if you
don't get up.'
There was an odd infliction to some of words, an old accent
surfacing up; it was mostly from the drink he had consumed since
his shift started, which was going to prove to be some kind of
hell. He looked at the werewolf.
'If he's not up in a minute, take'em out back. No evidence.'
They were really the only two here, save for the newcomer; a few
vampires lurked as well as some weird squid thing; a few Fae,
from both Courts. And a slip of a girl, more of a maid than
perhaps anything else. Whatever, she well into her cups; if milk
could even be considered a drink. He frowned when she came over.
He snatched the drink from the girls hand as he lifted,
'Leave'em alone, lass. I shan't have your blood on my hands in
this bar. Go back to your stool and be patient.' His voice was
gruff, and with the odd accent, gave it a lilting tone that was
almost a growl that broke into a hum of words. Even his clothing
was slightly off, a red vest over a white long-sleeved T-shirt.
Navy blue pants hung about his legs rather easily, comfortably;
even the dress shoes were well-worn and comfortable looking. A
dirty rag hung in a back pocket; a silver-and-gold pocket watch
chain glittering in the dim candlelight.
Walking back to the bar, Rafferty placed the girls cup back upon
the bar, hoping she had followed but strove to indifference.
Instead, he found himself cleaning a glass, glaring at the
fallen with a rather curious look in his bright, glacial blue
eyes.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Tyllia Morano Date: November 3, 2015, 11:34 pm
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Dicey fell to the ground feathers flying everywhere. She shook
her head. Birds were still such a mystery to her, even as she
had been training in her shapeshifter abilities for years, birds
eluded her. She sat up and plucked a feather from her arm and
blew it away as it faded. She groaned as she felt her bones
become heavier and the pain of the change pull her back into her
human shape. "Shit," She whispered and flopped backwards.
It had been several months since she and Riley split up in their
search for a way to bring Razie back from the dead. No one could
seem to do it because she killed herself. They almost found some
who said they could but they had to have the body. Riley felt
that was pointless since they didn't know where the body was in
the first place. So instead she went off to search for someone
who could do it without that, and Dicey was left to search for
the body of the dead shape shifter. She untied a bag from her
ankle which held only a small slip on white dress that clung to
her every curve and contour. Her lips changed to a dark crimson
color and she pulled her hair to the side, trying her best to
tame the thick wavy red locks that seemed to always show up in
"Angel" women. It never quite made since to her, why her last
name was Angel, yet they were shapeshifters. This had always
been very misleading.
No matter, Dicey thought as she stood up and stretched her legs
out one at a time, knee high spiked heel boots forming on each
leg. Now to find somewhere to relax. She wasn't spending the
night in the cold, and she needed a drink. AH! There. She smiled
as she saw a building that had a sign saying Dancing Dogs Inn
and Tavern. She headed over, her spiked heels clicking as she
went. Sliding in the door with such ease it was like she
belonged there. Then her eyes narrowed on the bar. She walked
over and sat on a barstool. She waved her hand at the bartender.
"Excuse me yes, I need ah...how about Jack and Coke."
#Post#: 394810--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: TheWhiteWolf Date: November 3, 2015, 11:39 pm
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a smirk crossed over his lips as the girl attempted to walk over
to him to offer him the sweet white nector. Though, this kind
gesturewas quickly interrupted by the horribly rude bartender
who only splashed water on his head instead. letting out an
aggrivated groan as he licked out to the water coating his skin,
but, he only tasted the salty sweat that coated his skin.
groaning in discussed before he got a kick. Only to slam his
palms on the wood of the floor. Speaking out in the still raspy
tone as he pushed up off the floor. "you, sir, are a gentleman
of the worst sort...." He said as his eyes glared to the strange
asshole. Letting out a groan as he barely managed to stand. he
wanted to gut the man like a fish, but... He was also very,
very, thirsty. so, he allowed himself to become more relaxed as
he slowly stumbled his way to the stool. Sitting down only to
smack his forehead on the cold wood of the bar. speaking out in
a desperate tone. "please, for the love of Lucifer... Just give
me a drink. Water. Milk. Gin. Pop... I dont care. just give me
something you cruel bastard!"
he groaned out as his head turned on the bar to stare at the
glass of milk once offered by the woman. Licking his lips as he
thought of just taking her own. Though, he needed more than just
a glass... Getting kicked out would be much worse than the few
moments it would take to get his own drink. "thank you for the
effort, though, lass...Your kindness will ensure you will never
see pain from these hands." He gave her the best excuse for a
smile he could, though, his face seemed very unpleasant. it was
amazing how the flames of hell will sap any and all hydration
from ones "body."
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: November 3, 2015, 11:40 pm
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His eyes glanced over the woman, nostrils flaring with the scent
of her; he frowned and almost turned her away. 'No trouble,
hear?'
While she could be considered beautiful for humans, Rafferty
didn't trust anyone his nose disagreed with. Very few could keep
up with him when it came to terms of speed, his own martial art
skill perfected for centuries against countless opponents; in
this profession, especially in Dancing Dogs, the redcap needed
to keep his abilities honed to almost godlike sharpness.
A bracelet made of small bones, perhaps of a child, clattered
together as his hands moved, 'Three dollars.'
#Post#: 394812--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: TheNightingale Date: November 3, 2015, 11:48 pm
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Eve only gave a glare at the bartender who stole her drink from
her hand and moved it back to the bar, she refused to follow,
although she did watch the man get up and head to the bar. That
was, before her attention was yet again stolen by the new girl
entering the tavern. "Oh! Your shoes! They are perfect! Perfect
to kick the mean ol' bartender with. Can't offer a man a drink
without getting it taken from me. I guess my money doesn't
matter here." She snarled and crossed her arms.
Eve was trying to maintain herself and not lose her temper since
she was horrible about controlling her other half. She shook her
head and left out a huff. "I never had a jack and coke before!
Hmm." Eve followed the new comer to the bar and sat down next to
her and smiled, "I'll have one of those too!"
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Tyllia Morano Date: November 3, 2015, 11:50 pm
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She watched as his face turned up in disgust. So he could smell
her. She simply made no attempt to hide it. Staring right into
his eyes and flashing him cat eyes then back to her normal eyes.
"Of course sir, not a problem out of me, I can behave." She
smiled, and settled back in her seat crossing one leg over the
other. When he asked for her money she leaned forward over the
bar.
She reached between her breasts and pulled out two silver and
black coins. "This is currency where I come from it's equal to
about five american dollars. If this is acceptable you may keep
the change. She held out the two coins over his hand and reached
for her drink with the other. Her eyes gliding over to take a
peek at the other two in there at the moment.
#Post#: 394814--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: November 3, 2015, 11:59 pm
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Kick me? Me?! Oh that little girl!
Instead he shook his head, 'No, you don't. Milk is all you need,
remember? I don't care about soft drinks, but anything harder
than Mountain Dew is enough.' Sighing in resignation, he
pondered closing this place up; it was old, ancient even;
lasting throughout many years of hardship and more comfortable
times.
He glanced at the coins, frowning slightly; again, the urge to
turn it away was great but he nodded, pocketing the change in
the apron that hung loosely about his waist. He wondered what
they smelled around him; though he was sure it was mostly
alcohol and sweat. Perhaps something akin to an animal, but
Rafferty was a vain person in that way. He enjoyed parading
around his victims in all his bloody glory, letting them take in
what their bodies had done to him; done for him.
Something dark cast his features in malice, an impish delight in
all thing dark and taboo. An sort of evil radiating from his
pores that deepened his shadow if one were to look, though it
was quickly hidden; so quick is was likely to never have
happened.
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