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| Aelmyr | Tue Nov 8, 2005 3:28 pm Post #1 |
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Ael hated this city, Taras. It was so happy and full of humans. Humans are soft, thought they give her dark looks when their eyes cast upon her drow heritage. She wore her dusky skin and silver hair proudly, thrusting her angular features and bodily curves into the sunlight, so she could only appease to them more. The streets were filled with colorful carts, selling merchandise from pots to scarves to swords to apples to potions to exotic fauna. Ael was enough of a rogue to slip a few apple beneath her cloak without being caught, and now she munched on the sweet, watery fruit as she paraded through the streets. Her infamous facade, a dazzling white smile, kept its usual guard on her face, deceiving the passersby of her delighted confidence. She often paraded through places, showing off as her siren side would have her; but not today. She refrained from teasing the men with her curved, instead opting to extend the silent treatment as if the men weren't worthy of her beauty. Most of the commoners were in truth too ugly for her taste; Ael preferred to drown in an elven seduction. She loathed her human heritage, damning her father's blood. His line softened her ferocity, weakened her strength, eased her stature, and cursed her common status. Drows and humans alike loathed her for the abomination she was; a joining of two races who could get no further unalike. Thus she hid herself as drow, even if the race did shrink from her presence. It wasn't long until she reached the darker side of town, for she sped through the gleaming happiness of the city. She was looking for some entertainment in her favorite setting: dark and mysterious. Although the streets were just as sunlit as the good side of town, these were drenched in an evil feeling. I like it, Ael thought, licking her lips and letting her true smile peek from behind her fallacious facade. She marched onward to a sighted tavern, the Bloodseal Tavern. Once she opened the door, she knew it was home enough for her. The door creaked at her bidding, but she swept her fluid cloak inside anyway. Ael always bypassed the bars of taverns, for she knew a man might try to seduce her with wine there; instead she mingled past the empty tables one of the darker corners of the room. There she picked a chair, slipped into it, and waited for her prey to come to her. |
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| Malik | Tue Nov 8, 2005 3:41 pm Post #2 |
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Malik's blonde hair fell flaccid past his eyes, shielding the light that came through the old, rusted, creaking door as an astonishingly beautiful woman swept into the bar. She came in and sat not far from him, his large pointed ears, a gift from his grandfather, caught the creeking of the chair as it rocked back a bit with her weight. She didn't look like she weighed all that much, but the chairs here were as poor and as weak as the drunken bastards at the bar pissing away their fortune to alchohol. He watched the woman for a moment out of the corner of his eyes, through his hair, for she wasn't far from her, maybe a table or two away. She blended with the shadows well, though she looked just as good in the shadows as she did in the light, perhaps even better. He smirked for a moment when he saw the look in her eyes. She had the look of disgust for the men that were in this bar slopping around the prostitutes and whores that tried to veil themselves as barmaids. Malik was a rather shy fellow, though he decided to speak to the dark woman anyway, "I bid you a heartfelt good morrow, m'lady." |
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| Aelmyr | Mon Nov 21, 2005 12:59 am Post #3 |
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Indeed, her prey did come to her, albeit one she was not too fond of. The boy was hardly past manhood, and he smelt of that loathsome race she hated--her half-heritage of human. She had eyed him before; not noticing the blonde hair was near impossible on this side of town. To give him credit, the boy did have the elven points of ears; however, she wiped away that pleasure on the bright character he presented. No doubt he was of the lighter elves, with their do-good loyalties and such. Dressed in green and wood-spiced clothes, she might have though him the average archer, were it not for his lack of bow and height. Also, she would have overlooked his human heritage, were it not for his greeting. "I bid you a heartfelt good morrow, m'lady." Disgust radiated through her marrow, and but she didn't dare let it show on her features. Only those of evil heart would have seen that disgust in her eyes, but she hid it well from the lighted lad. She would have rather entertained one of the drunks in this bar than the bard, but she supposed it would be of a harsher embarrassment for her to draw him in before rejecting him. She let her smile grow in a faux enjoyment of his greeting, in reality it shone from the pleasure of her wicked plan. Ael instead laughed lightly in two faces: one as a giddy chuckle of his greeting, and the other of the irony of a dark elf playing 'nicely' with a light elf. If I would call the human scum an elf, she spat inwardly. "I knew there would be some smart lad in this place of drunkards. My name is Ael, lady of the evening." She extended her hand to the lad, offering him a seat at her spider's web as well. [...sorry for the late reply...meep, I hate school...] |
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