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| Mithillion | Mon Feb 14, 2005 10:13 pm Post #1 |
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It was a peaceful but dark night, because the moon was hidden under a blanket of dark clouds, as Mithillion was traveling towards Kellen village. He had been traveling for many hours now and there was still no sign of light at the horizon. He kept walking, as his cloak danced with the smooth evening breeze. I cannot be lost! I have taken this road for some many times now. He thought by himself, as he nervously looked around hoping that he would see a sign of life somewhere so he would knew he was on the right way. However, after a couple of minutes he began seeing some light far ahead of him, he was almost sure it was Kellen village. Ah, there it is finally he said silently when he finally reached The Green Gryphon Inn. He entered the Inn very quiet, so almost nobody noticed him come in. His footsteps were very silent and gracious that it was almost as if he hovered over the floor, while he walked over to the bar, which stood in the middle of the Inn and was full with drunken men. He made his way through all the drunken men and ordered an ale. He disliked people who were drunk so he looked for a nice place far away from the bar, but also close to the fire, for the journey he made from Norwood forest was a cold one. When he finally took his seat, he constantly kept looking around, because he was not here to enjoy nice ale or a nice soft bed. No, he was here for a whole other reason, a reason only he knew for now. |
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| Serin Tai-lous | Tue Feb 15, 2005 3:38 am Post #2 |
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Serin had entered a while ago and was sitting next to the warmth of the fire. His bodies heat with the fire made him cozy and reminded him of his home land far over the seas. He sighed outwardly and drank from his warmed tea and sat thinking deeply of the past. His ebony bangs had fallen before his icy blue eyes dragon slit pupils staring blankly at the wood. His hair fell around his neck and over his pointed ears whilst his ebony horns carved back stuck predominatly from his black hair. His tanned skin seemed rough all over but also smooth at the same. His red cloths and boots seemed outta place here. And his red dragon tail flicked to and fro curled around the chair he sat in. His wings were pulled tightly down his back to no hinder his movement. He sighed deeply out and was suddenly bumped into by one of those whom were drunk. Serin looked up startled out of his reminescent past and stared at the man who was now glareing at him. "WHAT WER'EH GOIN!" he hollared. Serin's eyes widened some at the mans' stupidity. "You freak of Lizard Swath" He glared and began to stumble away. Serin shook his head at the man's nonsence but was suddenly brought back to the conflict as the man turned back and hurled a fist at Serin's face. Serin took the blow to the face and growled deep in his throat as his head tossed to the side barly from the man's hit. Suddenly Serin was standing and his chair was flung at the man. His tail had whipped it out from under him and threw it towards the drunkerd and had made contact. The man stumbled back and fell to his butt on the floor and looked up dazed. Men who knew the man on the floor began to gather. Serin glanced around at them his hand moving to his sword but knew none held weapons of bladed kind so stoped that action. His wings opened slightly and arched arrowed at his sides... He waited a minute the men backing up some but others grumbling and still looking threatening. |
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| Mithillion | Wed Feb 16, 2005 10:02 pm Post #3 |
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As Mithillion was looking around, he noticed a strange person; He was half dragon half elf, Mithillion he curiously looked at this person for a while because he had not seen anything like before. Suddenly a drunken man hollared something to the half dragon and punched him in the face, as this happened jumped of the stool he was sitting at and walked over to the half dragon. He hated drunken men and especially drunken men doing something stupid and ignorant. By the time Mithillion got there, the drunken man was lying on the ground with the stool; the half dragon was sitting on, over his chest. More and more and more people started to gather around the half dragon, and began to threaten him, but after a while, all the men seemed to lose interest in the person and sat back down on to their seats. “Would mind if I join you?” he ask the half dragon who also sat back down onto his seat. |
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| Serin Tai-lous | Thu Feb 17, 2005 3:20 am Post #4 |
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Serin growled as the men started to back away he lowered his wings some. Some of the men either seemed it was to big a risk or they were to drunk to care. As Mithillion approached him he was sitting back down. He looked up seeing the man and wondered if he was joking ...or serious. Her decided not to test the man and nodded "Sure..."He says sitting back in his chair meek as before. Sipping from his tea and staring. "Why did you want to sit with me?" He asks his ice blue eyes looking up at Mithillion. The men in the tavern were settled again by now and the one drunk man had been knocked unconsious. The bar tender was now dragging the man out of his tavern. Serin looked up to Mithillion his ice blue eyes seemed ...nice. |
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