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Post by elven on Aug 7, 2009 15:48:17 GMT -5
Zaknnar
Pathetic, his reason for being here, this place, the people that lived here. He snorted some and retracted his gloved hand even further into cloak. Even here Drow were frowned about, they seemed the bane of every story, of every race. He could see it, though.
Drow were not especially known for their kindness, in fact they were known for the exact opposite. Why the people here would not accept even the likes of him? Most likely had something to do with the fact that the Drow pursued war with all races...whatever the cause, the ruthless pillage and plunder of cities in their wake, their use of the people, or just because he had found it was easier here to remain hidden.
"Ale," he said. The word, he had practiced, lacked his accent that normally pointed him out as, well not exactly like the others. His accent was different from the harsh language of the demon, and had a sort of spice that would immediately point him out, it was almost as noticable as his skin.
The barmaid flashed a smile, one he imagined had earned her a fine tip every now and then, but it would not work on him. When she returned she recieved exact change for the beverage. She was offended, but tried to play it off. "That it?" she asked.
The hooded face turned towards her, the dark abyss therein remained still, silent. She snorted and turned to storm off towards the bar. Stupid man.
He chuckled softly to himself and looked down at the drink. It was not something he really liked, but he was trying to fit in, or at least learn the culture so he could blend in.
That was why he was currently at this place that irked him. There were many people; or rather demons that he could watch and learn from. |
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Post by Aelis.the.Cat on Aug 7, 2009 21:35:47 GMT -5
Ophelia took a good look around before she took her seat. It wasn't as though she hadn't been here before. It wasn't as though she wasn't accepted, being half-demon, half-human. It was only that she wasn't used to feeling human sensibilities like fear.
She brushed away a strand of her curling black hair. Fear. Yes that was it. Her lord, the king, had a mission for her, and it wasn't in the same category as dancing she was sure. She was his spy, as she looked well enough human and well enough beautiful. But she was sure that this mission possessed a greater element of danger than her previous callings had. She only had to wait for his summons, one word only, and she would obey. Even if it meant an assasination. Even if it meant betraying her own kind, the Gypsies that her lord despised.
She was always careful to conceal her Gypsy origins, as they marked her to be not only an enemy, but also a traitor. But she was sure to change her name from Marina to Ophelia upon her arrival at the Horde and if her lord the king knew, he must not have cared for he did nothing.
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Post by elven on Aug 7, 2009 22:59:34 GMT -5
Zaknnar
Well, he wasn't the only one that noticed the human walk in. It caused an unsettling silence to settle over the tavern. She recieved a few taunts and a few "hey babies" before the clamour was back to a roar.
A pair of violet eyes, however, remained on her. They seemed to bore right through her, they might have. Perhaps he could see the demon in her, or perhaps he was intrigued by the presence of another "outcast." He found the dynamics here quite odd, the world of outcasts continued to make its own outcasts.
He shifted some in his chair and for posterities sake took a very careful drink of his ale. Careful only because he could not allow himself to be seen. |
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Post by D.Mentia on Aug 7, 2009 23:59:09 GMT -5
Before long, a jovial looking tall black cat-fellow barges through the doors, his eyes bright with wonder, wearing a deep purple shirt, extraordinarily fancy, and some pants that appear to be laced with gold strands ... whether for the appearance or just to make the wearer look extremely rich, the lace appears to be made of solid gold. It might even be, as far as you can tell. Rist grins with his wolfish smile (odd, for a cat), patting a few regulars on the back as he makes his way to the bar. Most of the regulars ignore him, or heave a sigh of dread - he's back, and this time he's in a talkative, annoying mood again. He grins at various patrons, standing out terribly in the kind of crowd the Horde attracts ... most of them so sullen, grim. He heads to the bar, smiling at the barkeep amiable, then grinning at the barmaid. "Well hello there! Think you could fetch me the usual, Celina?" He winks at her, generally oblivious to the fact that he's causing some sort of scene. She nods with a smile, nice in such a way that beautiful barmaids are nice to creepy, perverted old men ... or the infirm, the insane. Rist receives his drink, drunkenly chattering with nearby patrons; "How are you today! Haven't seen you around much!". His mug, however, is full of milk.
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Post by elven on Aug 8, 2009 10:35:41 GMT -5
Zaknnar
The Drow growled softly to himself as the cat-man made his enterance. He figured it would have only been complete with a chorus line, but said nothing to him or the surrounding patrons about the audcity of the...thing.
His hand absently wrapped the mug of ale, of which most was still there, and continued to study the cat. Though most of his observations had to do with the responses of the other patrons; mainly that they were irritated, or off-put by his behavior.
In fact many turned so that their backs were to them and were talking to the others at their tables or just simply around them. Namely it was complaints about the obnoxious animal.
He however, was merely off-put by the overly-social behavior of the animal. He realized that he would probably end up attempting to talk to him, so in an effort to remain undiscovered he leaned further back into the shadows that settled on most of his table. |
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Post by Aelis.the.Cat on Aug 8, 2009 12:28:22 GMT -5
Ophelia pulled her black-violet eyes away from the newcomer and hid her gratefulness. The taunts had come to haunt the cat and not the girl. It wasn't as though she cared. Race was insuffiecent to measure the amount of loyalty to her lord.
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Post by elven on Aug 8, 2009 15:00:52 GMT -5
Zaknnar
His attention was taken away from the cat to the woman, the human-looking woman. He growled softly to himself. She was most likely as scorned as he was in this place, though she could find solace in the other Kingdoms, as he could not.
Instead of waiting for someone to spot him, and his getup he rose quickly, just a black blob, essentially. His cloak brushed the ground around his feet as he stood. He tilted his head some within his hood then moved to leave, or at least visit the outhouse.
His intention, however, was to recollect himself in order to deal with the number of people within the Keep, not draw attention to himself. Though, undoubtably it would. Not many, here, went to the obvious lengths that he did to remain unknown.
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Post by D.Mentia on Aug 8, 2009 23:56:27 GMT -5
The cat notes the dark figure, but turns away, letting the man have his privacy. It's not his business to be prying into the lives of others ... "What do you mean she said no?! What'd you do about it!" He says loudly to the man to his right, grinning and waiting for the response before bursting out laughing. "What the hell, man, and they say I'm the ..." he stops in mid-sentence, his face becoming ... blank, more cat-like as he sniffs the air lightly, turning his head sharply. He shakes his head, smiling and turning to his favorite barmaid, handing her some generous coinage. "Thank you, my dear, but I must get going!" The patrons all but cheered at this - those closest to him knew they would be ridiculed as soon as he was gone, for even speaking with him when he's like this. Rist smiles, a wolfishly fake smile now, pushing his way roughly to the door in such a way that would earn most people a few knives in the back ... but again. People learn to put up with anything. He bursts back out into the street, an exit as lavish as his entrance.
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Post by elven on Aug 9, 2009 20:25:51 GMT -5
Zaknnar
He sighed softly, almost relieved to see the cat leave, though he figured he would just be back as soon as he tended to, whatever it was. Speaking of which, he slowly made his way out the back door.
He was only gone for a few minutes, as he was just going to the head. When he returned he had missed the clamor about the exit of the cat-man and returned to quite simply the clatter of the tavern, much like it had been before his enterance, though he did notice more jabs were being directed towards the lady who appeared human. |
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Post by Aelis.the.Cat on Aug 10, 2009 21:26:23 GMT -5
Ophelia threw down her cup. There was only so much a half-demon could take! Black-violet eyes furious, she stormed out of the tavern, the same way the man before her had, picking her black skirts out of the way of the muddy streets. She began to hurry up the road, towards the castle. Her lord had some kind of mission for her and if it took her out of the Horde, all the better.
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