Post by Serena Serenity on Nov 12, 2005 21:42:22 GMT -5
Ok, I know it isn't very good, but here it is in all it's....... well I don't know. lol Here it is. It isn't finished though.
The Dragon Side Inn was a backwater inn where most of the people you would see were criminals, thieves, and the like. It was a pretty run down place with most of the windows broken. The bar was to the right and in pretty poor shape with one of the most ugliest and meanest looking men in the room behind it. He looked to be the kind of man to stab you in the back and think nothing more on it. Maybe that was why he was the bartender to this rat hole. The wood on the floor was peeling badly and most of the tables were broken along with the chairs. The walls were falling apart and from looking around anyone would have said this place should be condemned. So, all were very surprised when a lovely maiden walked through the doors. Everyone turned their eyes to see her. Her long blond hair was tied up, with tendrils that dropped in soft curls. A blue headband adorned her hair, with a black silk like lace that went over her bangs. Around her neck seems to be a choker made of the same silky material. Sapphire blue eyes seemed to look about the room with no fear present. She walked up to the bar with almost inhuman grace. Her long blue gown was sleeveless and hugged her figure to perfection to the waist, then dropped beautifully to the floor. Gloves of the same blue adorned her hands, and up her arms to slightly past the elbow. Her skin looked flawless to the touch, and appealing to every man in the room. She sits down at the bar just as she is approached by a raunchy old man, whiskey evident on his breath. His clothes were torn beyond repair, his long black hair was unkept, and his dark brown eyes showed his intent as he approached her. His words slurred as he spoke.
“Heya boyz, lok at w’at we h’ve h’re?” He said as he placed a hand on her thigh.
She glared at him, fire sparked in her eyes. She was not here to play games with the criminals in this “establishment,” if it could be called such. She was waiting for someone, but before she could open her perfectly shaped lips, the door flew open and a cloaked figure stood in the door way. The cloak hid all this his features, but from the build and height, you could tell he was male. He looked nimble, but strong in build, but tall in height. He walked silently and dangerously over to the old man, and grabbed his hand and knocked it off her leg. The old man stumbled back, then glared at the man.
“Naw jus’ ‘ho da hell are ya mista?” says the drunken old man.
“I am none of your concern mister.” The cloaked figure replied calmly, no fear evident in his voice.
The old man sneered drunkenly, and reached for what appeared to be a dagger in his left boot. Everyone in the room began to move away from them so as not to get harmed in a fight that was none of their business, but before the old man could reach it, a small throwing dagger was in his forehead. Blood dripped from the old man’s wound, and he collapsed on the floor dead. All you could see from the cloaked figure was the slight movement of his cloak. The only evidence showing that he had done the deed. He walked over to the man’s corpse, and pulled the dagger from his head, wiped the blood from the dagger onto the dead man’s clothes, then tossed a few gold coins onto the bar. His arms went back under his cloak, sheathing the dagger back into it’s place.
“For the funeral.” Was all he said as he walked silently back to the maiden.
The maiden looked at the cloaked figure as he approached. Her eyes held a hint of sadness and her body language applied that she was not all to pleased with how he had handled it. She looked to the bartender for a moment. He seemed far to interested in the gold to even look their direction much less hear what she had to say.
She looked around at the others in the room. They were not much different from the bartender, and seemed to be drooling over the gold in the bartender’s hand as well. She shook her head at them, then returned her gaze to the cloaked figure. Her voice was soft, but stern as she spoke.
“You did not have to kill him my lord. I could have handled it without someone dying.”
The cloaked figure chuckled slightly as he looked at her and shook his head as he took a seat in the barstool next to her. His cloak moved to show the lower half of his body. His pants were a black loose material and his boots were black leather. He had a dagger at his hip, but from the way he was positioned, it seemed he was more used to a sword. He turned to look at the dead man, then he turned back to her. His cloak hide his expression, but his body language also spoke of his displeasure. He kept his guard up, not sure of what the others in the room will do once they stop drooling over the gold and trying to figure out how to kill each other to get it. His voice was calm, dangerously so, as he replied.
“I don’t doubt your way with words my lady, but it was necessary. Unless, of course you wanted to be raped and killed.” He chuckled slightly at the last part.
Her eyes flared with anger once more. Her gloved hands clenched into fists as she looked at him. Her body was tense with the fury that passed through her. She wanted to hit him, but she did not as she settled her nerves, though her voice was slightly higher then normal from her anger.
“Of course I do not my lord. I only chose this place so that I could not be seen. I also think I could have handled that just fine.”
He shook his head. His body had become more tense with the anger that passed through him. This woman was infuriated him and had begun to really annoy him. If he had half a brain, he would have left her here to fend for herself, but he could not do it and sighed.
Trying for another approach, he placed a gloved hand upon her cheek gently. The movement allowed you to see some of the top half of him. The gloves he wore was made of black leather and seemed custom made to fit his hand only. The shirt he wore seemed to be of the same black loose fitting material as his pants and buttoned down the front.
“Did you know that you’re cute when you’re angry?” He said softly, but does not pull the hood of his cloak down, so no expression can be seen.
She smacked him, hard, and the hood of his cloak flew back, which revealed his face. His hair was brown, long, and slicked back into a ponytail. His eyes were dark blue pools that if you stared into them long enough you might drown, but at the moment, there was no emotion in them. His face almost seemed chiseled out of stone, but none the less handsome.
Only one flaw, which was a scar on the right side. It went from the corner of his eye down to almost his jaw line. He shook his head, and stood, then placed his hand on her shoulder, the side of his face had become slightly read from the slap. His voice was dangerously low as he began to speak to her once more.
“We shall get into that another time my lady. Right now, I would suggest we leave before they decide that I may have more gold then I have given.”
She looked about for a moment at his words, then nodded. That sounded like a good idea for they did seem to have turned their gazes over to them once more. She was getting very uncomfortable, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
Her voice was very low as she replied to him.
“I agree, but where shall we go?”
He had to think about this for a moment before he made up his mind. His gaze still looked about them as his hand moved to the dagger at his belt with one hand, and flipped the hood over his head with the other. He took her small, slender hand in his, and helped her up from the barstool.
“Come, I know a place.”
Was all he said as he began to lead her towards the door, but they did not make it as the people of the bar began to stand, and block their passage. He sighs low, then looked about him at all of their locations, pulling out the dagger from his belt, though, no movement of his cloak was seen. It seemed, even the bartender wanted in on the action as well for he pulled a knife out from under the bar. They began to close in around them slowly. She was becoming afraid, but refused to show it as she stood defiantly before them.
The figure cloaked once more, glanced in her direction, and saw her defiance, and chuckled to himself before returning his gaze outward, and to the closing in crowd of killers.
Then he held his hand to his mouth, and a shill whistle filled the air. The door was then kicked down, and a horse stood in it’s place. They scattered to get away as the cloaked figure grabbed the girl, and moved her to the horse.
He then jumps on the horse quickly, and proficiently. Then bent down, and grabbed the girl, and pulled her up in front of him. He took the reins, and turned the horse quickly, and hit a full run. She looked up at him with shock, and relief in her eyes as they rode off at a fast speed for the forest.
He continued the horse at a fast pace, even as they entered the forest. He had to be sure none could keep up till he found a safe spot. His eyes looked about the forest till he had found what he was searching for, then stopped the horse, and got down. Once he was down, he placed his hands about her slender waist, and picked her up off the horse, and placed her on the ground, then walked away from her, taking off his cloak. He had a strong, but small structure no doubt for speed.
“So, what is to you wished to speak with me about?”
She sighed softly, and looked at him as his back was turned to her. She then walked up to him, and touched his shoulder in an attempt to have him face her.
“I am in need of assistance my lord. There is much to discuss.”
As she touched his shoulder, he did turn to look upon her. He fought the urge to blink as he realized just how beautiful she was, and how delicate. He placed his hand over her’s, and took it into his own, placing it to his lips, and kissed the small, slender fingers that were within the confines of her glove, then looks into her Sapphire blue eyes with his own dark blue eyes.
“And what do you need me for my lady? Surely you have enough guards at your disposal for protection.”
She feels herself beginning to drown in those blue eyes, and forces herself to look away. She turned, and slipped her hand from his, and walked away slightly.
“I am in no need for protection my lord. I am in need of a guide.”
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The Dragon Side Inn was a backwater inn where most of the people you would see were criminals, thieves, and the like. It was a pretty run down place with most of the windows broken. The bar was to the right and in pretty poor shape with one of the most ugliest and meanest looking men in the room behind it. He looked to be the kind of man to stab you in the back and think nothing more on it. Maybe that was why he was the bartender to this rat hole. The wood on the floor was peeling badly and most of the tables were broken along with the chairs. The walls were falling apart and from looking around anyone would have said this place should be condemned. So, all were very surprised when a lovely maiden walked through the doors. Everyone turned their eyes to see her. Her long blond hair was tied up, with tendrils that dropped in soft curls. A blue headband adorned her hair, with a black silk like lace that went over her bangs. Around her neck seems to be a choker made of the same silky material. Sapphire blue eyes seemed to look about the room with no fear present. She walked up to the bar with almost inhuman grace. Her long blue gown was sleeveless and hugged her figure to perfection to the waist, then dropped beautifully to the floor. Gloves of the same blue adorned her hands, and up her arms to slightly past the elbow. Her skin looked flawless to the touch, and appealing to every man in the room. She sits down at the bar just as she is approached by a raunchy old man, whiskey evident on his breath. His clothes were torn beyond repair, his long black hair was unkept, and his dark brown eyes showed his intent as he approached her. His words slurred as he spoke.
“Heya boyz, lok at w’at we h’ve h’re?” He said as he placed a hand on her thigh.
She glared at him, fire sparked in her eyes. She was not here to play games with the criminals in this “establishment,” if it could be called such. She was waiting for someone, but before she could open her perfectly shaped lips, the door flew open and a cloaked figure stood in the door way. The cloak hid all this his features, but from the build and height, you could tell he was male. He looked nimble, but strong in build, but tall in height. He walked silently and dangerously over to the old man, and grabbed his hand and knocked it off her leg. The old man stumbled back, then glared at the man.
“Naw jus’ ‘ho da hell are ya mista?” says the drunken old man.
“I am none of your concern mister.” The cloaked figure replied calmly, no fear evident in his voice.
The old man sneered drunkenly, and reached for what appeared to be a dagger in his left boot. Everyone in the room began to move away from them so as not to get harmed in a fight that was none of their business, but before the old man could reach it, a small throwing dagger was in his forehead. Blood dripped from the old man’s wound, and he collapsed on the floor dead. All you could see from the cloaked figure was the slight movement of his cloak. The only evidence showing that he had done the deed. He walked over to the man’s corpse, and pulled the dagger from his head, wiped the blood from the dagger onto the dead man’s clothes, then tossed a few gold coins onto the bar. His arms went back under his cloak, sheathing the dagger back into it’s place.
“For the funeral.” Was all he said as he walked silently back to the maiden.
The maiden looked at the cloaked figure as he approached. Her eyes held a hint of sadness and her body language applied that she was not all to pleased with how he had handled it. She looked to the bartender for a moment. He seemed far to interested in the gold to even look their direction much less hear what she had to say.
She looked around at the others in the room. They were not much different from the bartender, and seemed to be drooling over the gold in the bartender’s hand as well. She shook her head at them, then returned her gaze to the cloaked figure. Her voice was soft, but stern as she spoke.
“You did not have to kill him my lord. I could have handled it without someone dying.”
The cloaked figure chuckled slightly as he looked at her and shook his head as he took a seat in the barstool next to her. His cloak moved to show the lower half of his body. His pants were a black loose material and his boots were black leather. He had a dagger at his hip, but from the way he was positioned, it seemed he was more used to a sword. He turned to look at the dead man, then he turned back to her. His cloak hide his expression, but his body language also spoke of his displeasure. He kept his guard up, not sure of what the others in the room will do once they stop drooling over the gold and trying to figure out how to kill each other to get it. His voice was calm, dangerously so, as he replied.
“I don’t doubt your way with words my lady, but it was necessary. Unless, of course you wanted to be raped and killed.” He chuckled slightly at the last part.
Her eyes flared with anger once more. Her gloved hands clenched into fists as she looked at him. Her body was tense with the fury that passed through her. She wanted to hit him, but she did not as she settled her nerves, though her voice was slightly higher then normal from her anger.
“Of course I do not my lord. I only chose this place so that I could not be seen. I also think I could have handled that just fine.”
He shook his head. His body had become more tense with the anger that passed through him. This woman was infuriated him and had begun to really annoy him. If he had half a brain, he would have left her here to fend for herself, but he could not do it and sighed.
Trying for another approach, he placed a gloved hand upon her cheek gently. The movement allowed you to see some of the top half of him. The gloves he wore was made of black leather and seemed custom made to fit his hand only. The shirt he wore seemed to be of the same black loose fitting material as his pants and buttoned down the front.
“Did you know that you’re cute when you’re angry?” He said softly, but does not pull the hood of his cloak down, so no expression can be seen.
She smacked him, hard, and the hood of his cloak flew back, which revealed his face. His hair was brown, long, and slicked back into a ponytail. His eyes were dark blue pools that if you stared into them long enough you might drown, but at the moment, there was no emotion in them. His face almost seemed chiseled out of stone, but none the less handsome.
Only one flaw, which was a scar on the right side. It went from the corner of his eye down to almost his jaw line. He shook his head, and stood, then placed his hand on her shoulder, the side of his face had become slightly read from the slap. His voice was dangerously low as he began to speak to her once more.
“We shall get into that another time my lady. Right now, I would suggest we leave before they decide that I may have more gold then I have given.”
She looked about for a moment at his words, then nodded. That sounded like a good idea for they did seem to have turned their gazes over to them once more. She was getting very uncomfortable, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
Her voice was very low as she replied to him.
“I agree, but where shall we go?”
He had to think about this for a moment before he made up his mind. His gaze still looked about them as his hand moved to the dagger at his belt with one hand, and flipped the hood over his head with the other. He took her small, slender hand in his, and helped her up from the barstool.
“Come, I know a place.”
Was all he said as he began to lead her towards the door, but they did not make it as the people of the bar began to stand, and block their passage. He sighs low, then looked about him at all of their locations, pulling out the dagger from his belt, though, no movement of his cloak was seen. It seemed, even the bartender wanted in on the action as well for he pulled a knife out from under the bar. They began to close in around them slowly. She was becoming afraid, but refused to show it as she stood defiantly before them.
The figure cloaked once more, glanced in her direction, and saw her defiance, and chuckled to himself before returning his gaze outward, and to the closing in crowd of killers.
Then he held his hand to his mouth, and a shill whistle filled the air. The door was then kicked down, and a horse stood in it’s place. They scattered to get away as the cloaked figure grabbed the girl, and moved her to the horse.
He then jumps on the horse quickly, and proficiently. Then bent down, and grabbed the girl, and pulled her up in front of him. He took the reins, and turned the horse quickly, and hit a full run. She looked up at him with shock, and relief in her eyes as they rode off at a fast speed for the forest.
He continued the horse at a fast pace, even as they entered the forest. He had to be sure none could keep up till he found a safe spot. His eyes looked about the forest till he had found what he was searching for, then stopped the horse, and got down. Once he was down, he placed his hands about her slender waist, and picked her up off the horse, and placed her on the ground, then walked away from her, taking off his cloak. He had a strong, but small structure no doubt for speed.
“So, what is to you wished to speak with me about?”
She sighed softly, and looked at him as his back was turned to her. She then walked up to him, and touched his shoulder in an attempt to have him face her.
“I am in need of assistance my lord. There is much to discuss.”
As she touched his shoulder, he did turn to look upon her. He fought the urge to blink as he realized just how beautiful she was, and how delicate. He placed his hand over her’s, and took it into his own, placing it to his lips, and kissed the small, slender fingers that were within the confines of her glove, then looks into her Sapphire blue eyes with his own dark blue eyes.
“And what do you need me for my lady? Surely you have enough guards at your disposal for protection.”
She feels herself beginning to drown in those blue eyes, and forces herself to look away. She turned, and slipped her hand from his, and walked away slightly.
“I am in no need for protection my lord. I am in need of a guide.”