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#Post#: 394820--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: TheNightingale Date: November 4, 2015, 12:10 am
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"What do you mean I can't have anything more then MILK!?" Eve
slammed her hands down on the counter, "This is so unfair! I am
a paying customer!" Eve pulled out from the top of her stocking
about thirty dollars. "See I could have spent it here but you
aren't being so nice. Poor guy over there was dying." Eve hopped
off the stool and walked over to the man, she sat next to him
instead now. This time not even giving anyone her attention. Her
temper was too high. She mubbled under her breath as she dropped
ten dollars on the counter top and got up once more. She was
restless, always having to move. So she left the Tavern. She
needed so fresh air for a while.....
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: November 4, 2015, 12:11 am
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A wicked grin spread across his face, 'Gentleman? I assure you,
I am far from it. Perhaps you can see Sin?'
Being a redcap meant that he had to take the lives of others in
order to live, their blood sustaining his own lifeforce. As
such, he had to kill often; though he had a powerful witch curse
a skull of the Eldest of his clan, which allowed him to go a
week without killing, without needing to renew the dried blood.
As such, the smell of death and decay was so much lesser upon
his own body than his kin; though his spirit was liable to be
raunchy with it, if not something worse.
He placed a couple of tall glasses on the table and started to
fill them up one by one, topping them of; knowing the man would
drink them as they came; when he would put on downed glass back
upon the counter, Rafferty would refill it. The bartender would
repeat as many times as often till the creature had his fill.
'Need something stronger, olcas?'
He ignored the tantrum of the little girl. Rafferty didn't want
her money, for one, so it didn't matter what she ordered; more
to the point, the little tantrums gave him small pleasure
because they irritated the werewolf in the back corner.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: November 10, 2015, 11:30 pm
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After the rather busy night, Rafferty needed a small break. A
chance to indulge.
So, he went out after shooing off everyone from the bar and
closed it up.
The redcap was in his room, at this point -the room just above
the tavern itself.
It was sparsely decorated with a bed, slightly bigger than a
single; the wooden frame simply made by his own two hands; a
chair and a desk, also handmade, rested in a corner with a few
candles littering the surface; there were wax 'strings' that
hung from the candle holders. There was a full body mirror that
reflected dimly in the light, casting the monsters features in
shadow; bright blue eyes staring back at him as he took stock of
his person.
There was a sorrow that reflected in the mirror's eyes; a
sorrow, a grief, so raw and deep it would shake the hardiest man
to his core. Despite how cold he was, there was something colder
still that ate at him; filled his mind with thoughts not his
own. A darkness that lingered within that threatened to destroy
his sanity.
He chuckled, shaking his head.
He was already broken inside; nothing left to destroy, all a
ruin of past memories and emotions that held little meaning to
him anymore. Or so he tried to convince himself of.
The bone bracelet clicked idly as he lifted the hat off his head
to run his fingers through his hair, pushing the blond locks
back.
Looking at himself he no longer cared for going out and instead,
found himself sitting in his chair next to his desk, lighting
the five of the seven candles and pulled out a book from a
drawer. The book was worn and torn, neither title nor author
name decorated the cover save an odd patch in the center that
was discernible to anyone but him. He set it in a corner, opened
somewhere closer to the back of the book that the front.
He knew the whole book by heart; a simple spell book that he had
found many centuries ago during an escapade.
Rafferty knew not why he kept it, but didn't dwell upon it too
much and let his eyes run over the familiar words; words in a
language only few knew anymore; a mix of Gaelic and Latin, with
hints of Irish. It wouldn't be hard to figure out, if one knew
Latin or a mix of either one.
As he read, it wasn't long until his head tilted and sleep
overcame his senses; the relaxing of his muscles eased his head
onto the desk where his breathing evened out and slowed; his
heartbeat reaching its slowest movement as his mind was lost to
the nightmares of his subconscious.
#Post#: 407448--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 13, 2016, 10:12 pm
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The broken road leading to the dogs inn was shrouded by deep
forest now. Overgrowth had long shielded this old place from
view. But Seporo remembered the path, remembered exactly where
to push the pines aside so that he could make his way through
the sticky branches. His fingers became tacky with the viscous
liquid "Fuck. This must be why this place is so..." As Seporo
cursed his way through the thicket of branches and then came
upon the familiar sight. "Hopefully the place hasn't... falen...
down...... Yet?" He stared up a pristine building that looked
no worse for wear. In fact. It looked better than the last time
he had come to his own bar, so many years ago.
Signs of life still dotted the windows, lights casting shadows
into the darkness. Behind the trees the bushes where still well
kept and a maintained yard welcomed a weary traveler who made
his way through the trees to find it. Shocked, Seporo wandered
to the front door and pushed it open to find an open area. It
was just like his childhood. Everything set and placed around
the bar as neatly as it was when it first opened. The place
sparkled with an old time charm and Seporo's mouth hung agape as
he looked through the area.
Behind the bar, a redcap sat and Seporo chuckled to himself as
he raised an eyebrow. "Now I know why the bar is in such good
shape. Not unlike your kind to inhabit places like this. Read a
lot about your kind in the old library back in the Phoenix
lands. Don't get any funny ideas. They say none can outrun you.
But I tell you I wont run."
Seporo nodded towards the creature. "Seporo Darkfire, Son of the
former owner Dems Darkfire. Glad to make your acquaintance."
Seporo smiled and walked over towards one of the tables. His
fathers favorite, just behind the door and against the wall. He
sat with his back against the corner in a leaned back chair,
leveling himself on two legs as he placed his boots upon the
wooden top. "So how's business been, Redcap?"
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: August 13, 2016, 10:54 pm
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Rafferty looked up at the new face, though seeing the face
brought him back a few years to when Dems had allowed him to
occupy, and work, at this place.
He had no need for money, as material things mattered not. That
being said, he did hoard quite a bit of jewelry. Mostly from his
victims.
An eyebrow quirked up at the rather casual greeting, before
inclining his head in greeting, 'Knowledge and experience are
two different things, young Darkfire. The repercussions of not
running could be just as bad as running... Rafferty, no last
name.'
But they were predatory and running only served to drive that
animal instinct over the edge.
He eyed the werewolf that was always present, made a "I am
watching you" motion and walked towards Seporo with two glasses
and a rather large bottle of whiskey. An eyebrow twitched in
mild irritation as the Darkfire placed boots upon the clean
tabletop, as such, when he placed the glasses down, they hit a
little harder than necessary but the bottle was placed a bit too
carefully to avoid that mistake.
He took a seat without invitation, pouring the whiskey; Seporo's
first and then his. Perhaps the boots had irritated him more
than he thought, given the lack of respect he had just shown.
Rafferty was rather small in stature, standing about 5'6 with an
athletic build. A white, long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves
rolled up hung a bit loose; a red vest covered that. A red cap
covered the blond hair that was just shy of hanging in front of
his startlingly blue eyes. Rafferty didn't have much of a
presence, which was a good thing given what he was, but among
his kind there were few as dangerous as he was. Fellow redcaps
would know him and fear.
The pants were a khaki color though long faded from the
original; plain shoes encased his feet. A small bracelet of
bones clacked against his left wrist as he moved about. Another
bone charm pierced his left ear on the lobe and on the top. He
carried an older English accent, which matched the rather
outdated garb.
'For being out of the way, it is fine. Though my business is a
bit more tedious...' He sighed, taking a swig that turned into
him draining the glass and pouring another. 'What brings you to
your humble establishment?'
The blue eyes watched, predatory; intense. Studying the small
features and big alike; the twitches Seporo may have, surveying,
as he always did, his victim. Though Seporo would be a victim of
a different kind.
There were none that could out drink this redcap.
#Post#: 407450--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 13, 2016, 11:43 pm
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Seporo slid himself to a four legged position as Rafferty
wandered over to his position. The sudden jolt of the glasses
being rapped against the table bringing back memories of when
his mother had pushed his father's feet from the tables and
scolded him to ruining the top. His father had a much more
brutish way that usually left dents in the wood.
Seporo was more gentle. As Rafferty would sit down Seporo would
rectify his chair back onto four legs, his feet sweeping around
as the forward momentum slid his chair in to the table and
brought Seporo into perfect range to accept the offering that
was being poured. "The last time I was told to run, my homeland
was burning. I had to place my father in his final grave."
Seporo took the glass and grimaced as he followed the suit of
his company, finishing the glass.
The nasty business about his father's death was nothing to make
light of, but he used it all the same to make a point when he
needed. Though it left a worse taste in his mouth than the booze
they were carefully downing. Seporo beckoned for another glass.
"I'd almost say that prepares me well enough for almost
anything."
Seporo was not much taller than this man. Maybe a good two
inches so that when they where sitting it was almost at eye
level with one another. Seporo had become athletic, packing on
more muscle since the days in the Phoenix Lands and his
childhood. Less lanky, his proportions had filled out very well
and had made for a handsome adolescent youth.
His father's eyes, multicolored, each iris a swirling ruby red
and crystal clear sea blue that captivated many. The colors had
crossed diagonal corners, blending around the rest of the pupil,
mixed but still separate. His facial features smooth like his
mother's, a supple edge to his features that commanded the
attentions of some. His hair cast shade over his face as the
heavy spikes laid over a navy blue bandana that held up maybe an
inch before the locks flowed over.
He wore what to be a black jumpsuit, loose fitting pants that
clenched over black boots and tied at the waist by a simple
white cord sewn into the waistband. His shirt was slightly more
form fitting, but still loose enough to give him room to move.
"I came here to get away. Remember some older times. I didn't
expect to find it in such good spirits."
Rafferty would meet the same intense gaze. Everything Rafferty
was looking for, Seporo watched for the same. After paying
attention to Seporo for enough time, Rafferty would notice that
Seporo was mighty sturdy for his age. Fingers steadied the glass
in his hand as he swirled the remaining amount of liquid inside
that was left after his drink. But Seporo paid no mind to that.
his eyes now wandered from Rafferty to the various patrons who
had find their way here. "Or inhabited at all..."
#Post#: 407452--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: August 14, 2016, 12:14 am
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He shrugged, pouring another glass for the youth. 'I had to end
my family many years ago, though I suppose it is easier for me
to say that than you.'
Perhaps the one regret he had, was killing the one woman in his
life he hadn't felt the need to eat; to devour. He stared at the
dark liquid before shrugging and taking a smaller swig. His kid
still lived, being immortal as he was, though without the redcap
genetics. Rafferty had not seen her since that night.
As the young Darkfire would meet his gaze, the redcap would nod;
his head bowing in respect, in deference. Not many could meet
his gaze due to the lack of... anything within them. But he
would turn his gaze to his drink, grunting in acknowledgement.
'Well, as much as they-' he looked over at the werewolf who
returned the gaze, snarling- 'stink, I can't throw them out.
They pay and, after the first few times of getting rambunctious,
they mind themselves or take it outside. Far away from the
tavern.
'Wouldn't do well for business if all the new patrons saw dead
bodies littering the front.'
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Odin was entering the tavern by this point, eyes searching the
floor before making his way to the bar.
Standing around six foot, he was just above average in height;
his baggy clothes hid the lean muscle from years of training and
countless fights; though the gaunt look to his face belayed
this. His posture was poor, slumped over in a general style of
laziness. The air he carried was just as lazy, if somewhat
relaxed; as if he feared nothing or simply, didn't care what
happened.
The red overshirt was rather large for his athletic frame, the
sleeves covering just past the elbow mostly due to its large
size; the white shorts hung just above his knees, leaving his
legs bare to the weather. A scraggly beard covered his face;
going well with the wild hair that cared little for any type of
grooming. In fact, a few twigs and leaves hung within the curly
strands. A rather messy afro, indeed.
But, as one would look closer, they'd perhaps realize the lazy
aura he carried was closer to being a wild beast; untamed in its
nature, amplified by the Eon Dragoon that rolled within his
soul. Indeed, closer inspection would reveal the dark cloud that
threaded itself into that wild aura. Dark circles clung beneath
his eyes, showing the sleepless nights. Or, perhaps, the
restless nights as night terrors haunted both surface and deep
thoughts, leading to a very tenuous hold onto sanity.
These days, it didn't take much to set him off. Before he was
rather easy going, caring little for taunts or nuisance's that
plagued him. Even the raccoons he had befriended left him. Not
that he cared.
Much like the air that clung to him, his eyes were just as wild;
the usual deep, calm blue right eye was clouded with a darkness
that revealed the Eon Dragoon's influence upon his state of
mind. The yellow lightning left eye remained the same, though it
subtly differentiated due to said influence.
A sword hung along his back, the sheath white; the last three
inches slightly different as it was outlined in a golden flame
that, while seemed raised, was etched into the wooden sheath.
The handle was much the same with the guard resembling sai. The
blade itself curved ever so slightly.
'Ah, it feels nice to leave that Den. So stifling in its
nature.' The voice echoed, underlined with a dark presence, but
it was gentle in nature.
It had been a few weeks since his father had given Odin this
"responsibility" and, while he hadn't noticed anything, it had
greatly affected him. Perhaps because he failed in conquering
the Eon Spirit, but it was more due to the fact the two had
melded together in equal parts to where Demonreach had separated
the the Eon from himself. But even if Demonreach had melded the
Eon with himself, Demonreach was such a towering personality
that it would've been worthless.
Odin simply didn't have that mental fortitude of his godlike
father, or even Urdroxa, but, like his father, Urdroxa was
something other than mortal or immortal, human or god. They
simply were.
The son was a force to be reckoned with, truly, but it was force
as wild as he was; as reckless and uncaring. Odin merely lacked
discipline when it came to his power, which was odd considering
the countless fights he'd been in. The scars on his chest proved
he wasn't afraid of anything, let alone death, as he simply
didn't run from anything. The Dragoon amplified Odin and his
personality, his state of mind. He felt no fear.
Rafferty bowed his head to Seporo before making his way towards
the bar, pouring a lighter liquid into a larger glass for the
shapeshifter.
The werewolf had growled, sensing the dark presence within Odin,
but Rafferty had given the other a rather pointed look.
Odin sat upon a stool, slowly taking a few pulls from the glass;
though he sat it down as his hands began to pick out the various
twigs and leaves stuck in his hair.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 14, 2016, 1:24 am
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Seporo nodded with a sip as he smirked over his glass, his lips
just brushing the rim as he pulled the cup back towards the
table enough to speak. “Father always kept a ring out back. I
suppose it’s a pit by this point, given you and your… patrons…”
Seporo looked over to the wolf as it growled towards the
barkeep, his own eyes causing concern in the lycan as he sipped
once more. The beast cast his eyes down suddenly and he shook
his head as Seporo chuckled. His attention captivated by a new
arrival.
The instant the stranger walked through the door, the scent
wafted into his nose and brought a strong response from the man
sitting at the table. He recognized this one as kin to an old
kind, a different type of god. Seporo remembered the scent on
his father one time when he was brought home by the phoenix
spirit. “khmmm… Demon…” Seporo spoke in a hushed whisper under
his breath to his dark liquor as he watched the man.
Seporo nodded to Rafferty as he left the table in order to serve
their newest patron, his own eyes following the man’s movements.
Slouched, his arms wagging beside his sides as he strolled
through to the bar, and even more poor posture followed as he
sat down for his drink. But Seporo knew there was much more.
Heat could still be felt coming from the man. While he kept
himself tamed, there was still a wildfire, a beast, which
stirred inside the seemingly primal man before him.
“And what Den would that be, Reach spawn?” Seporo let his head
drop to the side, one arm reaching for the bottle still on the
table as the other finished the glass before him.
He heard the growl from his side and Seporo once again looked as
Rafferty did, but this time, the phoenix added some added bonus.
The call of the phoenix would screech inside the beasts head, a
high frequency only a dog, or in this case a wolf, could hear
and cause agonizing pain.
It would quickly subside, but it was long enough to make the
point clear. Though he did not blame the wild one for his sudden
agitation at something other than the barkeep. He could feel it,
too. That fire which burned inside of the man was something
entirely otherworldly. Seporo could claim himself as a Demigod,
but whatever casted this eerie glow from the newcomer was
something much more menacing.
Seporo remained calm, and collected. His drink coming to and
leaving his lips in measured sips as he waited for his response.
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Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Demonreach Date: August 14, 2016, 1:47 am
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Odin looked at the stranger, eyes narrowed but before he could
answer, his ears were assaulted by some high pitched noise,
'Fucking seriously...' A finger would poke at his ear, shaking
it about to rid of it.
But it was only a moment and he focused back on the interloper,
'Reachspawn? I fear I am spawn of no Reach, but of a Demon.' He
reclined back, his body relaxing as he drained his cup and set
it on the bartop. 'A Den of dragons, if you can believe it. Or
at least, something close to dragons. They call themselves
Draconians, which is rather generous if you ask me. Glorified
shapechangers!'
He growled in displeasure, but he knew it had been for his
father more than himself. Had he had his way about it, he'd
never had allowed himself to stink of such pompous pricks. He
sighed, went to ask for a refill but saw it was already full. He
nodded at the barkeep as he took another mouthful.
'Since you seem so well versed in my genealogy, is there a
reason for this? Or do you enjoy freaking out strangers? I'm
Odin, by the way.' While his voice was irritated, it was more of
a front than anything. 'I apologize for any offense, as I have
recently undergone a trial that has left me not myself. Fucking
dragons...'
#Post#: 407457--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dancing Dog's Inn and Tavern
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 14, 2016, 9:57 am
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Seporo clenched the table with his free hand, the other grasping
hard enough at the glass to send a superficial chip running up
the open side. This was the first sign that Seporo wasn't always
as well reserved as he led himself on to be. The mention of
Dragons, of Draconians. The man nearly spit out his drink in
disgust before swallowing the liquor, not looking to waste such
a good bottle on that name. It was a second of lapse, but Seporo
returned to his ways.
"Dragons... Well. I could believe it in an instant. They do have
some sort of Den far off from here. Would be quite the travel
coming from their all the way to the outer edge of the Phoenix
Lands." Seporo filled his glass and left it sit on the table,
his tongue wiping the inside of his mouth, trying to cleanse his
pallette of the awful taste that resided there.
"Hah. Yes. Sorry. There is just a familiar air around you.
That's probably why I didn't pick up on the *sniff*
..draconians," A venomous word that salted his lips as it
passed, "Seporo Darkfire. I do believe our fathers had a match a
long time ago, that's why I recognized your ilk."
Tension melted away as he prefixed dragons with an expletive.
Almost how father had referred to them over many years. "No
offense given or taken. A trial? Did you do some sort of crime?"
Seporo spoke with true wonder, tough he knew this was not what
the man meant. His trial had left a scar on his being much like
Seporo's own spirits had on his. The aura was there... and it
sent a cold shiver through his body.
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