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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 22, 2010 21:28:06 GMT -5
Rules:
1. PM to join, por favoooor.
2. Regular rules. You should know them by now.
3. Posting order. 'Nuff said.
This is a NON-CANON THREAD. Meaning this thread is NOT part of the regular plotline. It does NOT count against the characters involved, for it did not truly 'happen'.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 22, 2010 21:52:56 GMT -5
A single red droplet, caught by the midnight blue fabric of a cloak. It seeped through, staining the material and spreading in a misshapen circle.
The young werecat watched as the cut in her forefinger continued to bleed, the crimson liquid running down aforementioned finger and into her palm. She proceeded to wipe the blood in the general area of the previous stain, and frowned when it kept running.
Damn, I cut it too deep. Chey sighed and continued to wipe it off every few moments.
She had ducked into the Stubborn Boar after grabbing her potions and some of that mint; it had succeeded in clearing her mind, but brought up another concern...her cloak. It had been one of the main reasons she had decided not to shift...and she had thought this the perfect time to do away with that restriction. What if she ran into trouble on the way back to Bastest? Not that it was likely, of course, but she needed to be prepared.
She was the werecat chief, after all.
Chey lifted her left leg so that the ankle rested on her right thigh, finding this position much more comfortable.
Still bleeding... Her frown warped into an intense scowl as she smeared away the blood yet again.
When it did stop, Chey felt relief wash over her. Sitting in the back of a bar with a bleeding hand was not her favorite pastime, contrary to public belief.
She briefly wondered about that ranger...Travis, was it? And that strangely feminine man...cinnamon. She remembered cinnamon.
Lots of cinnamon.
"Wonder where they are now..." She mumbled, releasing her cloak and letting it sit in her lap. She took another swig of her ale and allowed herself to relax, if only slightly.
It's evening. This is your time, Cheveyo. Lighten up.
( *headdesk* )
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 22, 2010 22:28:01 GMT -5
"Goddamn, this mint is strong, why did I have ," Travis thought inside his head. He took upon Ashemir's advice to try some mint to clear his mind. However, he unwisely injected too much of the herb and now he has stomach ache. He also forgotten he hated mint. This was going to be the last time he took advise from a stranger. Maybe a cup of tea would him.
He entered the Stubborn Boar. It was strange for the ranger to enter the competing bar, but he was pretty sure that Malcolm didn't mind. In matter a fact, Malcolm would lift his debt if he wrecked the competion. However, there weren't any monsters to fight. Examining his surroundings, the bar wasn't as packed as the Keep. However, upon his eye, he spotted Chey. She still looked nervous, but at least she wasn't threaten by Malcolm. Despite it was against his character, he decided to have a chat with her. She seemed like a nice person.
Travis approched her table, "Hey there, Chey." He spotted the cut on her hand, "What happened to your hand, did you cut it yourself?"
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 22, 2010 22:39:23 GMT -5
Chey jumped at the voice that said her name. Sighing, she slowly turned to face Travis, ready to shoo whoever was bothering her away. When she realized who it was, though, annoyance was replaced with surprise. She quickly resumed a neutral expression, but it fell just a bit when he mentioned her hand. "Oh...that? Uh...well...I..."
This is what I get for 'lightening up'. Fun, fun, fun.
"It's nothing, really. It's just a cut...it's not the end of the world or anything, right?" She laughed unconvincingly before placing her hands in her lap, over the cloak. "Would you like to sit down? I wouldn't mind company."
You're digging yourself deeper... Her thoughts screamed, but she dismissed them.
He was a human...
What could go wrong?
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 22, 2010 22:50:43 GMT -5
Travis accepted the invitation to sit with her by sitting next to her, but he was somewhat dismayed over the fact that she dismissed the cut, like it was nothing. True, it wasn't going to kill her, but it was quite unusual. Maybe it was best to just ignore the cut and continue on.
"So, how's that mint working for you? Is it clearing up your mind because all I got from it was a stomach ache. Yet, again I did take too much of it and I forgot I hate mint." The ranger then gave chuckle at his embrassment.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 22, 2010 23:03:22 GMT -5
"It's definitely making me feel better. Sorry about how it's affecting you, though." Chey wondered just how Travis had picked her out of the crowd when she had never shown him her face, and the cloak he could have recognized was in her lap...
But no time for trivial things like that.
"But overdoing any kind of herb, potion, et cetera, can have bad side effects. One must be careful."
I wonder what he thinks of how I look, now that he's seeing the whole 'me' for the first time...
Chey stiffened a bit.
Why am I even thinking like that? Gods, I need more to drink. She drained the remainder of her mug and set it back down with a gentle sigh, determined to not allow herself to become victim of another useless friendship...or any kind of relationship, for that matter.
She may crave relations, but this was a human. And, from what she could gather, a human in debt. How would he be useful to her?
Why is everything so black and white with you? That little voice in her head asked. Not everything can be rationalized!
Chey closed her eyes for a moment, trying to clear her thoughts. She was most definitely intoxicated...she had to be...these thoughts were not her own...
Right...?
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 22, 2010 23:22:02 GMT -5
"I agree with that, too much of anything can lead to problems," he replied before calling for a bartender. It was nice not being the servent, though he did have some pity for the man. He ordered a hot tea before turning his attention to Chey. While he was an observate man, this was the first time he took full notice of the woman's beauty. Her long brown hair, her brown chocolate eyes, her bright skin. She was definately an attractive woman in the ranger's eyes. He felt ashame for not looking cleaned up in front of her.
Figuring he could forget about the whole Malcolm deal, he wonder if he could move the conversation somewhere else. "So, where are you from? Are you a native here in Cados or just a traveler?"
He felt his mind hazing away.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 23, 2010 15:02:15 GMT -5
"Traveler. I come here often, just to visit the pubs and browse the marketplace, but no, I am not native to Cados." When Travis called over the bartender, Chey made sure to order another ale. While she was not planning on getting drunk, she was embracing this comfortable, relaxed feeling...
Aaaand you're making yourself more vulnerable.
Chey clutched the cloak in her lap harder.
Will I ever agree with myself?
A pause. Chey could practically hear that little voice laughing.
No...probably not.
( I'm having waaaay too much fun with this XD )
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 23, 2010 18:09:58 GMT -5
"Same here," replied Travis, "though, I usually don't stay in Cados that long."
The bartender returned with the drinks, tea for the ranger and ale for the lovely lady. Travis took a sip of his beverage; it was a bit hot but the flavor got the mint flavor from his mouth. He noticed that the woman was clitching to her cloak ever tighter. The woodsman tried to ignore it, but he decided to ask.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 23, 2010 18:22:37 GMT -5
Chey shook her head furiously. "Yes, I'm fine. Just had a long day." She fiddled with the material of her cloak for a moment before returning her gaze to Travis. "Cados is a nice place, don't get me wrong, but I prefer traveling between places. A nomadic existence is more...exciting. You never see the same thing twice...you know what I mean?"
She thanked the bartender when her ale arrived and immediately took a sip. "Ah. Nothing like a good beer to end the day." She said more to herself than to Travis.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 23, 2010 18:43:16 GMT -5
Even though he knew she was lying, it was best for Travis to go along. Still, it was nice to meet someone who had a love for the wild like he did. "I couldn't agree with you. There's something about nature that brings you closer to your spiritial self. I've probably slept more often outside under the stars than under a roof."
He then took another sip of tea. It wasn't as hot as the pervious sip. He felt the herbal drink warming a body and soul. He hasn't been this comfortable around a person for a long time.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 23, 2010 19:04:32 GMT -5
A smile graced Chey's lips. A genuine one. "Yes, nature is a beautiful thing. I, myself, practically live in nature." Not a lie. Her house was a tent. "I either sleep under the stars or in a tree, most of the time." Once again, not a lie. She found trees rather fitting for sleep, if you found the right branch. "Cities annoy me now...it's weird. I try to live in a city for a few days, and I end up wanting to rip my hair out. It's so...loud...unnatural. Get what I'm saying?"
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 23, 2010 19:20:10 GMT -5
It was the first time the ranger saw the woman smile. It was nice that she wasn't feeling any stress, and that he met someone who had a similar passion to nature that he did. It seemed perfect for the woodsman, too perfect.
"Yeah, I understand you. I've been living here for short time, and I already hate it. The crowds of people, the noise, Malcolm, I could only hope that I could pay off my debt soon so I could leave this place."
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 23, 2010 19:25:24 GMT -5
Chey stiffened at the mention of Malcolm. "Explain that to me...why are you in debt to him?" She placed her elbows on the table and leaned in slightly, her interest peaked. Maybe, just maybe, she could find out more about the oddly pale man.
Maybe...
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 23, 2010 19:49:09 GMT -5
He wasn't so sure if he should tell her. It was such a crazy tale that she probably wouldn't believe it. Yet again, she's been quite friendly to him. Maybe it wouldn't be harmful.
"Well, I was tracking a man named Ivan Polisis. He was wanted for raping and killing a woman in Tiaelde. I happened to find the man at the Dragon's Keep, Malcolm's bar. I was able to upperhand the criminal and decided to interigate the man, which is something I don't do that often, in the upstairs of the tavern. Upon the intergation, he started to mouth off about the end of the world before he tranformed into some giant creature. I wasn't sure what is was; it looked vampiric but it also something of a werecreature. I wasn't sure what species it was but it threw me through a wall where I interrupted...well...two lovers "cuddling". Anyways, I, and the two lovers fought off the beast and slayed it. However, the battle destoryed much of the upstairs. So, feeling responsible for the damage, I owe a debt to Malcolm, where he pretty much has me working like a slave."
The ranger gave a sigh, before taking another sip of tea,
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