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A curious evening
Topic Started: Tue Mar 1, 2005 7:40 pm (257 Views)
Velkarian Laer
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Night was already creeping into the city, its light, the moon, was shining brightly in the night sky. It was cold; the wind blew strongly from the north, bringing with it some grey clouds. There was a faint red line in the west, slowly fading as the darkness grew more menacing. Few people wandered through the streets, mostly travelers and some people hurrying to their homes. A grayish cloud floated over the moon, hiding its brightness and making the night seem even gloomier. Slowly, rain drops began falling down small drops that fell thickly. Soon everything underneath the sky was soaked, but the cloud was not done. The drops became larger, like pebbles shot down from the skies. Little water drops bounced off as they hit the ground. It was raining so heavily that anyone would have difficulty seeing more then a meter around him or her.

The rain drops fell hard against Velkarian’s shoulders. He was slightly wet but an over hanging roof had kept him from the worst of the rain. He was headed towards the lights that he could faintly see on the other side of the road. He took a deep breath and ran towards the door; as he neared it he saw or rather heard the squeaky sign above the door being ferociously attacked by the wind. ‘Song of Elves Tavern and Inn’ it said. He ran into the door, hoping against hope that it was open. The door swung open and he almost fell in. The inn was crowded with people, mostly townspeople, who were making such a racket, that few people noticed the manner the Velkarian had entered. He shut the door and slipped into the room, already feeling warmer. He slipped into the corner of the room and sat down on a chair. A waitress hurried over.

“Welcome, Sir. What can I get you?” She asked cheerily, but she stayed away from the table. Velkarian leaned back and squinted at the signs above the bar. Quite a lot to choose from, but in Velkarian’s mind, most of it was expensive.
“Uh…Just carrot soup and a cup of tea, thanks.” He said, the girl nodded and rushed off. Now he had a little time to examine the room. There were many different people in the room, some just chatting with friends, others rowdily entertaining a larger group. He particularly noticed the group nearest to the fire. A huge man sat at the end of the table gulping down beer, other men similar to him, and pretty women sat around him laughing at whatever he said. Velkarian turned his eyes away. He leaned back.

The table he sat at had a candle; its light was reflected in his dark eyes. His hood was up, and the shadow it created hid most of his features. Another waitress scrambled over and set the steaming mug in front of him. Velkarian took off his hood. The flickering candle light revealed a pale face with an expression of relief. His long, dark hair was tucked behind his ears, but shorter strands were hanging over his dark eyes. He had sharp features; a sharp nose and chin, with thin eyebrows arching over his eyes. He sipped the tea, nothing special just plain old tea that tasted like a dishrag. He waited patiently for his soup which was also a disappointment. Well, he hadn’t really been expecting ‘most delicious dinner’ but he had wanted something that was worth what he had paid. Never mind. At least it was edible. He finished the soup, and someone came to collect his bowl. Now it was time to rest his feet. Velkarian leaned back and gazed at the candle, holding the tea mug in his hands.

((oops I got a bit carried away…))
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Tajon
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A dark-skinned elf made her way along the roads of Taras, moving swiftly and silently, residing in the shadows, which were created by the houses and the lights from candles pouring out of the wet windows, most of which were closed to keep out the rain and the warmth in. The dark elf was, obviously, a Drow—the dark skin and white hair told the tale of the resident of the Underdark, resident of one of the many large Houses underneath the grounds of Imythess, which most people knew not of. The House of the Streeas was not feared, nor did people take advantage of it…but this was beside the point. She had to get out of this rain soon enough or she wouldn’t get dry for hours upon hours. But this was the first time she’d ever been on the surface from the Underdark. She had no idea where she was, or where anything in this random place was. Where was she? She didn’t know, but that really didn’t matter to her at the moment. What did matter, however, was getting out of this damned rain.

Heaving a sigh, she crept quickly and steadily—and silently to add to that—across the dirt roads, and came to one of the main roads, which was lined with shadows and the outlines of people who were on their way home to also get out of this falling rain. She looked up at the sky—the first time she ever saw it—and wondered if it would be just like the Underdark: no sun—always dark. She didn’t know, however, that the sun actually existed. Well, she did know, but she just forgot about what she was taught. She was very forgetful after all. One of her downfalls: her forgetfulness. Although usually ruthless, she had a sense of humor, and she always told people (after she forgot what she was talking about) that she swore she had ‘short term memory loss’.

With her piwafwi held tightly around her with her right hand, she crept down the street, slightly bent at the knees to avoid being seen through a window. Why was she walking so carefully and cautiously? Well, she didn’t know if she would’ve been welcomed in this place or not. So, why not take extra precautions for her first—thought definitely not her last—visit to the surface? She sighed lightly and let her bright red eyes travel over the buildings along the street. Now, the rain fell harder and hit against her cloak. She reached behind her and took up the hood of her piwafwi and let it lay over her head, tucking her white hair inside it to keep her as dry as possible. The piwafwi was a deep purple, with a black symbol for the Streea House. It had three sword, which made the shape of an ‘A’, yet the third sword (which would normally look like ‘-‘), was slanted and longer (it looked like ‘/’, but more slanted still).

Resting her hand on the wall of one of the buildings, she stopped in her tracks, frozen. She heard some sort of creaking sound, which caught her attention. She looked up and was relieved that it was naught but a sign. She read it while squinting her eyes to keep the rain out. Ah, an Inn and Tavern… she thought and nodded. She placed her hand on the handle, turned it, and stepped in. It was rather loud, and no one seemed to notice her entrance. Good. She got in unnoticed. She left the hood of her cloak up—perhaps no one would notice that she was a Drow…a resident of the Underdark, a person who served the Spider Queen in the Underdark, but would follow Ranewen above ground. She sighed lightly and took a seat to the left of the Shadow Demon, though she hadn’t noticed him. She leaned her shoulder against the wall and waited as a Waitress came up and took her order. She ordered herself some Wine—that was it. She wasn’t hungry at the moment. Plus, she didn’t trust the people in here…yet.
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Velkarian Laer
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The night carried on. Velkarian finished his disgusting soup and ordered another cup of tea. He sighed, pulling on his hood again and leaning back, just enough to let the flickering light of the candle dance on his pale cheeks. Velkarian closed his eyes, it was almost like a cool wind playing against his skin, tickling and teasing, but instead it was light. Being a creature of Dark, he preferred shadows and darkness, but light could cast shadows, which was why he loved candle light. It was soft, and could be cool, unlike the glare of the sun that lit up even the darkest corner. He breathed in deep, letting the rising and falling of people’s talk lull him into a sense of feigned security. A gathering of people made him feel sick sometimes, but sometimes it was necessary to feel the presence of a fellow living thing that could talk. Other times he longed for the secure feeling of loneliness, when the chances of someone killing you were less.

The door swung open and he felt the soft draft of cool air disturbing the warmth of the inn. The tea in front of him had already lost its comforting warmth, its taste worsened by the lack of heat. Velkarian sighed, and let his eyes open. The candle glowed in front of him, its little flame sputtered as he breathed out softly. He let all his concentration fall on watching the flame curl around, the wax rolling down the side of the candle, cooling as it dripped onto the wooden surface of the table. He could feel his shoulders slumping down, his relaxed breath going in and out, and the soft thumping of his heart. He listened and watched the flame, letting the noises wash over him. But then he felt rather then saw the presence of someone. How could he have missed it?

He jumped in fright, causing his tea mug to spill over. The liquid quickly spread across the table, dripping down the sides onto his lap and the floor around him. Velkarian shivered, how could this have happened? It was his jumpiness that made things worse; every time someone approached him, he thought that they were going to kill him, or worse. Ever since…well it had happened he had kept away from people. Talking made him awkward but what was even worse were the people who approached him. He was usually was on his guard but today…well he had slipped off into a dream world and someone sitting beside him had scared the heck out of him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He mumbled, bending forward and hurriedly grabbing the dirty rag on the table.

Velkarian tried to clean up the mess on the table, his jerky movements causing more of the tea to splash down his front. “Oh god.” He muttered to himself. He was a mess. A poor little bar girl appeared at his shoulder.

“Uuh…can I help you, sir? I’ll clean it up.” She took the rag from him, propelling him to the other side of the dark lady who had arrived and scared him to death. He sat down obediently, nodding vaguely. “I’ll get it cleaned up right away and I’ll bring you some more tea, sir.” She said to him, over her shoulder. But he did not see the annoyed look on her face as she dried up the table and the floor. Velkarian’s breath came in soft little gasps, his heart beat drummed in his ears. He took a couple of shaking breaths, watching the shadows that appeared as the candle flame glimmered. He had noticed that it helped him to calm down and relax. A greater part of his shock soon disappeared, and an unexpected curiosity fell over him. He glanced at the woman. Her skin was dark; it made a beautiful contrast to her light hair. In a way, she was the total opposite of him, her skin darker then night, and her hair such a light and clear colour that white was almost an insult. His skin was pale, as if he hadn’t felt the warmth of the sun; his hair though was the black of the night, the same colour as his mystifying eyes that were shrouded in shadows.

Velkarian glanced down at his clothes, from his abdomen to almost his knees he was soaking wet from the tea. Against the black cotton traveling trousers, you could clearly see the darker stain of the tea. The girl jumped over, she could hardly keep herself from smiling. He looked so downcast and miserable with his almost hilarious look of self-pity and the stain on his trousers. “I can get you a clean rag so you can…umm...clean yourself up a bit.” She offered with a bit of a lopsided grin. “It’s okay; I should go before I pour anything on anyone else.” He glanced at the woman, but the girl managed to say something in the gap. “No, sir, stay. I can even offer you a free cup of tea.” Hey, maybe she would get some extra money if she could get the man to stay, perhaps the inn’s owner would see how well she assisted the man. She ran off to get the tea before he could say anything. With a sigh he sat down, half-wishing he could just leave.
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Tajon’s eyes were taken away from the table at which she stared, slowly traveling over to that of the man next to her, who was now on her other side. She simply ignored the fact that it was probably her that had scared him. But what had scared him, she didn’t know. It was probably the fact that she had that evil aura around her. But then—was it even her that had scared him? She pushed away the thought with a grunt and leaned on her own table, sipping at the ale she had ordered. She sighed, looking up at the ceiling lazily, shifting her weight on the chair she sat in uncomfortably. He’s lucky he didn’t get tea on me, she thought and a smirk tugged at one end of her dark lips. Then, a different barmaid walked over to her stubbornly and asked what she had wanted. Tajon ordered herself some fish and then leaned back in her chair, looking curiously at the man next to her. What in the world had suddenly made him jump and scared so much that he couldn’t even clean up some mangy tea?

It was none of her business. She simply left it at that and whispered to herself a song, which she had written in her mind at this moment. She simply crossed her arms over her abdomen and slouched down so that her knees were sticking out from underneath her table and her head was leaning against the back of the chair and the wall. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling above her, though most of her face was enshrouded in darkness—also covered by her cloak. She hummed it to herself, with no intention of even the man listening to her. Her voice was a harsh as her looks seemed to be if not worse. She liked her own voice—as cold as ice, yet as emotionless as a goblin. Goblins have emotions… she thought, but shrugged her shoulders. We can pretend, for no one can simply exist in reality without leaning towards insanity, which is the reason we all dream… she thought to herself yet again.

So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me Off guard, red handed Now I'm far from lonely Asleep I still see you lying next to me So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I.. I need something else Would someone please just give me Hit me, knock me out And let me go back to sleep I can laugh All I want inside I still am empty So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I... I'll be just fine Pretending I'm not I'm far from lonely And it's all that I've got I'll be just fine Pretending I'm not I'm far from lonely And it's all that I've got I guess, I remember every glance you shot me Un-harmed, I'm losing weight and some body heat I squoze so hard I stopped your heart from beating So deep that I didn't even scream f*ck me, I.. I'll be just fine Pretending I'm not I'm far from lonely And it's all that I've got I'll be just fine Pretending I'm not I'm far from lonely And it's all that I've got And it's all that I've got Yeah, it's all that I've got It's all that I’ve got It's all that I've got It's all that I've got! So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me So deep that I didn't even scream f*ck me I'll be just fine Pretending I'm not I'm far from lonely And it's all that I've got I'll be just fine Pretending I'm not I'm far from lonely And it's all that I've got And it's all that I've got Yeah, it's all that I've got.

She didn’t know why it was so…so depressing. Probably from being Underdark deprived—she liked that word—or being so lonely and that she was all that she had. No one was there for her and no one probably ever would be. Not that it mattered to the draw. If she lived in today’s world, she’d probably be considered racist, for she thought that she was superior to every other race and, in fact, disliked most other races unless they were black-hearted like she was. Then, I guess, it doesn’t make her too racist, does it? Just a people watcher like some would say, for she always watched everyone and—usually—make fun of them as well. That, or just think about smart comments she’d like to through their way. She would, but she didn’t know what the consequences would be and she was looking forward to going back to the Underdark to get killed now—not that she would or anything, but there was the possibility.

||ooc||Song © The Used.
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Velkarian Laer
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Never in his miserably long life had he felt so…what was the feeling? Unwanted? Depressed? Lonely? The words ran through his find, the feeling associated with the words followed not soon after. Once a long time ago, he had poured tea on his poor father. The incident was a vague shadow at the back of his mind, in a place which he never visited. He cringed at the thought, dragging his mind away from the memories that he did not want to see. It was dreadful enough that he had lived them once, but to have to re-experience them, that would be…unthinkably painful. He brushed away the thought impatiently. Perhaps he should just leave. It was like an animals instinct, how a deer knew to run away from a hidden predator, how a squirrel knew how to hide from a swooping predator. Occasionally (most of the time) he felt the need to escape from the curious natures of the people around him, their opposing glances, their questioning accents, everything about them that was directed at him.

Velkarian leaned his forehead on the table, trying to go into that trance-like state that drowned out everything that was around him. But all that happened was that everything seemed to…just drown out. What was left was a beating, steady and loud that echoed. No, it didn’t echo it was…a second heartbeat, slightly steadier and slower. A softer sound that echoed his own heartbeat that was growing steadily faster. Almost frantically, he raised his head, looking around him for the source. His eyes finally fell on the stranger next to him; the one that had scared him. Perhaps…no. The waitress returned with a pleased grin on her face which she tried to hide. “Here you go, sir.” He set down the half filled mug in front of him and left with a flash of her yellowish teeth. Velkarian opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. A stared ahead of him, concentrating on the sound that he was hearing; a muttering, no it had a sort of rhythm to it. It was…someone softly singing. His look fell down to his tea, his hand unconsciously swirling the cup around so that the liquid swished inside it. Not even his recent actions made him stop his jerky movements; he was listening, catching words every now and again. “Bleed…Pretending…far from lonely” It didn’t make any sense but the soft drone filled in the words that he missed and it was almost better then hearing all the words.

By now, he had located from where the words were coming from and without glancing at her, he listened to what he could hear. Shane had always said it was rude to interfere with the thoughts of strangers, but another time he had said that a little curiosity couldn’t hurt. He felt like saying something so it didn’t look like he was clumsy and incapable of saying anything so he said the first thought that came into his mind. “Interesting…song.” He immediately regretted saying it. ‘Stupid thing, you decide to speak to someone and what you say is interesting song?’ The thought echoed in his mind making him feel really…well stupid. “Sorry.” He whispered, but his voice was so soft it was barely audible over the din of the people. Miserably he looked at his tea cup, not even bothering to drink it. Well at least this time he wouldn’t spill it all over the table. He didn’t even manage a smile at the thought.
((I'm going for a week, I shall be returning on Saturday the 26th))
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