The Tavern (A past RP)

[Ciera]

Ok, this takes place in the past. Like medeival times. I got the idea from an RP site I visit, and decided to share the love. Just fill out a short character sheet and post it. I will accept or decline your character, and tell you what you need to make him/her better. Basically, we all are in a tavern. Woo hoo.
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Character sheet:
Name:
Race: (Vampire and Lycans arent exactly races, but if your char is a full blooded Lycan, its fine. Races such as Drow, wood elf, demon, Grimalkin, anthro, ect are accepted.)
Age: (Nothing over 200years please!)
Height:
Eye color:
Hair color:
Skin color:
Primary class:
Primary weapon: (Nothing uber. Hopefully no bar fights will break out and there will be no need to weapons.)
More information: (clothing, do they have any scars, noticable traits, ect.)
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My sheet:
Name: Genevieve DeBauve
Race: Vampire
Age: 24
Height: 5'9"
Eye color: Aqua blue
Hair color: Dark brown; waist length
Skin color: Caucasion; pale
Primary class: Healer
Primary weapon: Just a few daggers here and there
More information:Once a healing wood elf, Genenow must walk in the shadows. She has barely any scars, only a few on the palm of her right hand. She always wears black slacks and a white button up shirt; all of the buttons are buttoned except for the top one. Over that, she wears a heavy black cloak.
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Now, here is what the tavern looks like:

The front of the building is large, and has no windows, and one set of double doors. Above the doors in a sign that reads: 'Ter'igei; Tavern of the People'

As you enter the front of the tavern, you are met with a large, windowless room, lit with four chandeliers of candles, all hanging from the rafters beautifully. The rafters above are huge and beautiful, and resemble a spiders web. The flors shine with a glowing finish, and reflect thelight from the candles. All the flooring is cherry wood, as is the furniture and the beams in the rafters.

There are numerous square tables spread out, with four chairs to a table. On each table is two candles, on magnificently shined brass candle holders.

Near the fireplace are three couches, made with fine black leather, one facing it to the right, one to the left, and one straight ahead. Between all the couches is a coffee table, low to the ground, which is decorated with a large bouquet of black roses, which is in a beautiful crystal vase. Around the vase are about three silver trays, decorated with various little sweets of all kinds. The fire in the fireplace cannot be extinguished, no matter how much water you pour on it.

Alont the back wall is a bar, filled with any drink you can think of. The bar is about 20 feet in length, and is made of beautiful black marbling. Along the front of the bar is about fifteen barstools, made of wood and has a leather seat cusion. If a shelf of something gets low, the bar immediately restocks itself. The wine glasses and the other glasses of are the finest crystal, as is the vases holding the black roses, along the length of the bar. Along the far back wall is a door to the kitchen, and a door to the closet. They are unmarked, but along the bottom of the kitchen door is a thin strip of gold.

The tavern is as large as at least four football feilds, side by side, and is as tall as one football feild is long.

There is not one speck of dust to be found in the tavern, as of now, and smells of fresh roses.

In a back corner is a dining table, set up for important meetings. Around the table, instead of the normal wooden chairs, are six leather chairs, with beautiful carvings on the back of the backs of them.

If you were to step out the left side door, you are met with the smell of wildflowers, and the sight of a small field. The feild is full of different colored flowers, and each has its own smell. Right outside the door is two oak trees, one to the left, the other to the right, providing shade for anyone who steps out. Exactly under the shade is lucious green grass, and to the far left and right of the shade is a dirt path that goes around the building.

When you go back into the tavern, you would see a door that looks conciderably small, except its on the other side of the building. If you were to step out the right side door, You are met with the strong smell of roses, and a ground of oak trees providing shade for this side of the tavern. Along the windowless walls are rose bushes, with every color of rose ever grown. The thorns on the flowers are dangerously share though, if you are to pick one, proceed with caution.

Along the bar, windoless walls are huge and decorative tapestries, showing great battles fought long ago, in distant lands. They are extremely detailed, and was sticked with extreme care.

On the mantle of the fireplace sits seven little stone animals. All of the stone is black, and each figure is a different animal; a wolf, a stallion, a cougar, a hawk, a rabbit, a seal, and an owl.
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Thats the tavern, so have fun people. I will begin the ICness as soon as two people have had their character sheets approved. I do hope you join this RP, it was really hard writing all that! ^^

[Xhaiden]

Character sheet:
Name:Listless
True name:Nicholas Firolf
Race: Demon
Age: 81
Height:5'8
Eye color:silver with black catlike slits
Hair color:black with streaks of electric blue
Skin color: porcelon
Primary class: High level Black Mage
Primary weapon: Bow, daggers here and there, but mainly uses his body and magic
More information: He wears a tight fitting black tunic and black cloak, his features sharp. He has pointed ears much like an elf, his hair sweapt back in a butch ponytail. He relies mostly on his razor sharp claws, being the descendant of the Demons of Hel. He has only one visable scar, a cross burnt in the center of his chest.

[~Ozy~]

Name: Alberon Kardeese
Race: Lycan Lupis (I assume it's short for lycanthrope)
Age: 19
Height: 6'3''
Eye color: Green with amber flecks
Hair color: Greyish-brown
Skin color: Caucasian, although he's permanently tanned
Primary class: Ranger
Primary weapon: When in human form, a scimitar. When in wolf form, his teeth and claws.
More information: He's a lycanthrope through heredity, not a bite. Normally quiet and reserved, he deliberately distances himself from people so as not to endanger them. He a genuinely gentle person and buries any victims himself. Dresses in a forest green cloak although it' off when he's indoors. Underneath he wears a green tunic and loose whit shirt with durable brown pants and boots. His sword belt is plain and unassuming, as is the blade itself. The only remarkable thing about him is the choker around his neck with an emerald set in the center.

[Ciera]

Two things:
ONE: OMG thats a wonderful descripstion, TAD! Accepted.
TWO: What kinda of demon, Kagome? Fire, ice, water, cat, wolf, be specific please! Just pick one of them, and youre accepted too.

[Xhaiden]

((I was indecisive because I was trying to think of which to be....hmm...*Ponders* oo...Heres one I've never done before....Panther...*Sniggle* God I'm a moron...))

[~Ozy~]

<OOC>Squee!!! Gwyen!!! Yeah, I'm a Drizzt fanboy.<OOC>

[Master Angel]

Name: Hexa
Race: Wood Elf
Age: 15
Height: 5' 4"
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: dirty blonde
Skin color: Lightly tanned
Primary class: Soldier
Primary weapon: a small curved knife
More information: She wears a long green robe with brown shoes and brown fingerles gloves. She is very shy and keeps mostly to herself, because she doesn't make friends easily. She has two green marks on her face (one under each eye) She likes animals and enjoys talking to the birds and climbing trees and also running.

[~Ozy~]

<OOC>Class is things like mage, ranger, assassin, thief, barbarian, mage, priest/ess. There's a lot more.<OOC>

[Master Angel]

Oh, ok, so kinda ilke Final Fantasy Tactics Advance. Ok then. Thanks. I'll go edit it.

[~Ozy~]

<OC>Alright, I'd like to get this started.<OOC>

I sat back on the central couch, staring into the fire. It was late in the night (although a new moon, it was safe for me to be outside) and the first floor of the taver was currently empty aside from a couple other, sitting and moping at the bar. I was a creature of the night, I'd probably be asleep around 5, 6 in the morning.

[Ciera]

(( MA, accepted! Thank you TAD, for starting things off ^^ ))

Genevieve laid on the floor, behind the bar, and watches the rafters. She sighs deeply and sits up, and looks over the bottles. She stands and lazily flops onto one of the empty couches by the fire. she lays on her stomach, her elbows on the couch and her shin on her palms as she watches the guy on the other couch. She stays quiet, and just watches him.

Gene mutters one word to him, "Hi."

[~Ozy~]

I almost jumped out of my skin at the sound, my thoughts interrupted. I returned with a cool "Hello," making sure that my sleeves hid the wolf's head tattos surrounding my forearms that marked my heritage.

[Master Angel]

Hexa was sitting on a couch. She was thinking of many things when she heard two others speak to each other. It wasn't too abnormal but she was interested in what they had to say, even if they hadn't said much yet. She didn't think of joining their conversation, she wasn't very social. She liked creatures that couldn't speak words but spoke with their bodies. They were more interesting, and they didn't judge her.

[~Ozy~]

I looked casually over at the couch next to me, noting its occupant and filing them away as I fingered the unicorn-head pendant that symbolized a follower of Mieliikki.

[Ciera]

Genevieve plucked a cracker from the tray on the table, and munched it quietly. After she finished the cracker, and tied her hair back and stretched. She stared at the guy curously, hoping he would tell her his name without her having to ask.

"My names Genevieve."

(( Sorry, my mind is all past tense right now o.O ))

[~Ozy~]

Politeness demanded conversation, whatever my own wishes might be. I plucked a strip of jerky from my belt pouch and said "I'm Alberon. Nice to meet you" before ripping a piece of the dried meat off.

[Ciera]

Genevieve smiled and, telekinetically, she poked a cracker into Alberon's ear. She smiles to herself and eats another cracker herself. She hums an old elven tune quietly, and stares at the rafters.

"What brings you to the tavern?"

[~Ozy~]

Fishing the cracker out of my ear I replied "Just looking for an out-of-the way bad and maybe a good meal. Yourself?"

[Xhaiden]

The door swung open roughly as a clocked figure stumbled in, holding his hood down. His nocturnal gaze swept the room quickly, deciding it was safer here then outside. He forced himself forward, moving to one of the far tables. He let himself fall into the chair, attempting to cease his panting. He clutched at his chest, pain shooting through him.

[Ciera]

Gene only glanced at the newcomer, and quickly replied to Alberon.

"Ive got no where else to go, so I just hang out here..."

Standing up, she makes her way over to the man, who is apparently in pain.

"You ok, sir?"

[Xhaiden]

He jumped back a bit, startled by the approch of the vampire. " I-I'm fine...." He stuttered, forcing himself to calm down. Suddenly he doubled over in agony, flame searing through his chest in the shape of a cross. "AHH!" He yelped, his hood falling back. " Get water! Please! Hurry!" He cried out, trying to smother the flames. his catlike eyes gleaming brilliantly.

[~Ozy~]

I grabbed a full waterskin from my cloak, running over to the man, asking Genivive "What's wrong?"

[Ciera]

Shrugging, Genevieve replied "I dunno"

She snatched the waterskin from Alberon and threw it at the man, and tilted her head to the side, watching him curiously.

[~Ozy~]

I nodded and jogged off to the bar, figuring that Genivieve might need more. I handed my other three skins to the barkeep and muttered "Water."

[Xhaiden]

He hissed softly, the flames slowly dying. ".....Thanks...." He muttered softly, feeling the pain ebbing away slowly. "Sorry for bothering you...." He added, his eyes drawn to the floor.

[~Ozy~]

"Not a problem" I replied, albeit grimly, returning from the bar with the waterskins bulging. I asked just as grimly "Need more?"

[Xhaiden]

" No thanks..."He stated emotionlessly. He righted himself, rising to his feet. His cloak now ruined became pointless, the demon removing it. A perfect cross was now burnt into the robe as well as his shirt, the panther growling in irritation. He moved away from them, hoping they hadn't figured out what he was.

[~Ozy~]

Privacy was something I understood well. I nodded and moved back over to the couch by the fire without another word.

[Ciera]

Genevieve gently placed a hand on the mans shoulder, and follows him about the tavern quietly. She sighs and tries to look at his face, and could tell he was hiding something. She digs her fingers into the shoulder of his shirt, but not his skin, trying to get a look at his face.

[~Ozy~]

<OOC>I assume it's me.<OOC>
I almost snarled as I spun around, showing unusually sharp canines through a raised lip. Forcing myself to be a bit calmer, I asked "What is it?"

[Ciera]

(( It was the other guy, but this'll work ^^ ))

Genevieve fell on her bum as the man turned, with a slight "Oof".

"Eh, I'm sorry... " She jumped back to her feet and gently ran a hand across his cheek, then turns quickly and walks back to the couch. Her cloak had gently whapped the man when she turned, and she smiled softly as she sat back down.

[~Ozy~]

"No, no, my fault entirely" I replied in a gentler manner although inside I was furious at myself for losing control like that. I returned to my own spot on the couch and asked "Really, what is it?"

[Ciera]

"What is what?" Genevieve asks, kinda confused. She leans foreward and snatches a cookie from the table, and munches it quietly. She watches him quietly, while munching on a cracker, and humming quietly, to herself.

[Midori Chi]

Ciera, Just wondering,where did you base it off from?

[Ciera]

(( OOC: You mean the idea of my thread? A website known to many as DH. ))

[~Ozy~]

"Why'd you stop me" I asked, my voice evening out, maybe even turning a bit friendly.

[Ciera]

"Oh. Sorry, I... I just felt like... I felt wierd. I don't know how to explain it." genevieve struggled, her gaze fixed on the floor. She continues to munch on a cracker as she drums her fingers on the arm of the couch.

[~Ozy~]

"Can't say I know the feeling myself" I said comfotably as I stretched out. Too late I realized that it bared my wrists. I scrambled to try and get them covered before the marks were noticed.

[Midori Chi]

What's DH? I've never heard of it.

[Ciera]

(( I know you've never heard of it, only children age 13+ are allowed to be there. Please mark your posts as OOC. Anyways, DH is a huge RPing site, withs forums and a chat room. Fantasy RP. ))

[Midori Chi]

ooc:Oh! I do go to teen websites though. I may not sound mature because I'm 11,but I'm pretty mature.

[Ciera]

(( *nods* ))

Genevieve grabs his arm before he hides his wrist. She looks at it, then up at him, questioningly(?). She looks up at him, her gaze hard, her look shows that she wants to know why he hides his wrists.

[~Ozy~]

"I have my reasons" I said quietly, looking Genivive straight in the face. After a moment's thought I added "But if you really want to know..." I rolled up the cuffs of my shirt quickly, bearing the wolf's head emblazones on my forearms.

[Ciera]

"Wow..." she mutters as she runs her fingers along his arm. She looks back up at him, her eyes begging him to explain. She flips her hair out of her eyes gently and leans forward slightly, almost eagerly to learn of his markings.

[~Ozy~]

"You honestly don't know..." I asked in wonder. Most everyone did and hated me for it. I'd taken more crap of these two marks than for anything else in a VERY odd life. I whispered "I'm a Lycan then, if you must know. That's what these marks mean."

[Ciera]

Genevieve smiles. "Not many Lycans actually tell others of what they are... You're a weird one." SHe leans back and plucks a cracker from the table, while smiling. "Don't worry, you're welcome here, in the Tavern."

[~Ozy~]

"Thanks for saying so" I muttered, relaxing a bit. I took a cracker for myself and pulled a bit of cheese from my bag to go with it.

[Ciera]

Genevieve plucks a petal from one of the black roses on the table and bites into it. She smiles behind her hood and pops the remaining bit of the petal into her mouth.

"I can't explain it, but it tastes good... Not one single taste, but many wonderful flavours at once. I don't know why, but one petal can feed someone for a week. It's wonderous."

She picks up a cracker and nibbles on it, watching the other quietly.

[~Ozy~]

"Can't say I've ever tried it" I said, cracking a brief grin. "I was always more for the taste of meat." I leaned in a bit closer to Genivieve, feeling oddly intrigued by her. I asked "So who are you, exactly?"

[Ciera]

"Genevieve DeBauve.." She says her name smoothly, and with a smile. "From a small village, not but a two days walk from here, one day by horse. Daughter of a high ranking elf, in the millitary, and sister of a successful blacksmith, friend of an.. interesting Lycanthrope."

Genevieve smiles and finishes her cracker, watching him quietly. "What of you?"

[ThEoNeAnDoNlY555]

OOC: You guys think i could join??
And Ciera could you give me the HTTP (Adress) of DH? I always want to try new RP sites. I am 13 just so ya know.

[Ciera]

(( Sure, you can join. Just fill out one of the character sheets. I'll PM you the address to DH. ))

[ThEoNeAnDoNlY555]

Name: Gruthm Jambrun (But just call me Matt)
Race: Jakrantham (Half-elf-Half-Demon.)
Age: 100
Height: 4 6
Eye color: Reed
Hair color: Black
Skin color: light blue
Primary class: Theif
Primary weapon:Rapier and a poisoned tipped dagger.
More information: He wears a long blue cloak and and the rest balck clothes, he also has a long gash down the left side of his face.
Thanks Ciera!

[~Ozy~]

"Alberon Kardeese" I replied kindly, warming up to the idea of talking with someone. "I was raised by my grandfather in a remote location. The Lycan gene skipped my father but he was devistated to see it in myself. After my grandad died I left and became a ranger. My travels in that line of work led me here talking to you" I finished with a grin, looking over at Genivieve.

<OOC>Oh, could I get that URL too?<OOC>

[Ciera]

(( *now feels popular* I'll PM it to you, TAD... And Your char is accepted, Joe. ))

Genevieve runs her tounge along her fangs and smiles, her hood hiding her eyes. She begins nibbling on another cracker, then throws it at Alberon, with a slight chuckle.

"It's nice to formally meet you, Alberon."

[~Ozy~]

"Same to you" I replied, chuckling as the cracker hit me. After staring at it for a second, I picked up one of my own and tossed it back towards Genevieve.

[Ciera]

Genevieve catches the cracker in her mouth and eats it quickly, and smiles.

"So, can I get you anything to drink?"

She stands and walks over to the large bar, scanning the bottles on the shelves, awaiting Alberon's reply.

[ThEoNeAnDoNlY555]

I then walk into the tavrn and see a few people inside, one appears to be searching for a drink, one was just sitting on the couch aparently conversing with the woman at the bar. There was also another girl who was just sitting alone on the couch. There may be other people my its too dark to tell. So, I then walk over slowly, hoping to attract attention to myself and sit down on an empty couch.

[~Ozy~]

"Some green tea if you don't mind. I don't drink" I replied kindly. I noted, but for now kept away from the new arrival.

[ThEoNeAnDoNlY555]

I notice that no ones says a word to me so i watch the fire for a while. I often do this at home it soothes me. After I watch for a while I arrise from my couch and walk over to the bar. I then pour myself a rather small glass of Vodca.

[Ciera]

(( Vodka* ^^ ))

Genevieve gets a kettle of water and walks into the kitchen, putting it on the stove. She set a glass next to it, with some leaves in it. She gets a bottle of ale from the shelf and pours it into a glass, sipping it slowly. She nods to the new entrant and fetches the kettle as it whistles. Genevieve pours a bit of the water into the glass with the leaves and walks to the front room, handing the glass to Alberon.

"There you go.." She retakes her seat on the empty couch and sips her ale, and nods to the new comer again.

[ThEoNeAnDoNlY555]

I nod in return. As I sip my drink i walk back over to the sitting area where the other two are. "So may I ask who you two are?" I ask politely. I then sip my drink again and wait for one of them to reply.

[~Ozy~]

I nodded my gratitude, saying at the same time "thanks." I looked over at the newcomer myself, discerning what I could about him from observation befor I actually spoke to him.

[Ciera]

"I'm Genevieve.. And you are?" She narrows her eyes slightly, and sips her ale. She glances over at Alberon, then picks up a cracker and munches on it, eyeing the new one.

[~Ozy~]

I took a slow sip of my tea as I asked "Indeed, I would like to know."

[ThEoNeAnDoNlY555]

"I? I"m Matt" I said simply searching him over with my eyes, i could tell he had very little money on him. "Unfortunate," I mumbled ot myself.

[~Ozy~]

I picked it up, my condition added a good bit to my senses. I replied quickly "I'm Alberon. And what's unfortunate?"

[ThEoNeAnDoNlY555]

"Oh noting..." I mumbled getting back into the conversation.

[~Ozy~]

"Whatever" I replied, returning to my tea although I kept an eye on Matt.

[Ciera]

Gene forces a smile and pops another cracker into her mouth. She watches Matt quietly, her hands twitching slightly.

[Ciera]

(( HURRY BACK, GUYS! A thread can't run itself, ya know! Hurry up, get yar bums back here! ))

[Flower_Power_99]

OOC: I'm takin over joe's charcters as you may have seen.

IC: I noticed the two others were wery of me as they should be i mean look at my past look at what I am... I then grabbed a cracker form the plate that everyone else was eating from. "So what do you two do for a living anyway?"

[Ciera]

"Umm... Nothing, really. Just a pick-pocket." Genevieve shrugs and re-positions herself on the couch, so she is now sitting on her legs, with her hands lightly resting in her lap.

(( Sorry it's short, I'm trying to do eight things at once... ))

[PikaPal]

Name: Nichole
Race: elf
Age: 140
Height: 5'2''
Eye color: blue
Hair color: blond
Skin color: white
Primary class:horse rider
Primary weapon: bow and arrows
More information: always with my white horse and have a deep connection with horses.

[Ciera]

(( Since there're so many types of elves, would you pick one? Since there's the horse thing, I would say Wood Elf. ))

[~Ozy~]

"Me" I said casually, leaaning back "well, society doesn't quite accept me so I make a living out in the wilds. I'm a ranger." Popping a slice of cheese in my mouth, I asked the newcomer "And what'd you do?"

[Flower_Power_99]

"I? I... I take what come my way you could say I don't have a career persay but I get by" You could see the twinkle in my eye as i said it.

[~Ozy~]

"I gotcha" I said just as slyly, winking briefly.

[Flower_Power_99]

I was glad he understodd what i had said i hated when i had to speel things out for people. "Yes" I then made myself a cracker sandwich with cheese and pepperoni in it.

[Ciera]

(( They couldn't process meat into peperoni, yet. Just a slice of deer meat ^^ ))

Genevieve munches on her cracker and looks between the two, feeling a bit left out.

'The newcomer is horrid,' she thought. 'He musn't stay.. I could.. dispose of him. Oh, no, I couldn't do that... But I really don't like him... Gah...'

(( In the ' and the ' is thoughts, not directed to anyone, only herself. ))

[Flower_Power_99]

I could tell that the woman here was very weary of me, but the other was interested, or so i could tell. "So," i said munching on my deer meat and cheese cracker, "so miss do i intimidate you?"

[Ciera]

Genevieve narrowed her eyes slightly at the thought of being intimidated by one as the man before her, almost insulted. She drew her head back a couple inches, and scrunched up her nose, as if there were an awful smell. "No, sir, there is no reason for me to be.. intimidated. If you think there is, please, do share."

[~Ozy~]

I myself was amused by the entire scene and was trying my utmost to keep from bursting out laughing. I continued with my cheese and cracker meal as I downed the last of my tea with difficulty.

[Ciera]

Genevieve could sense that her friend was holding back laughter. She grabbed a cracker and threw it at him, without removing her gaze from the rude one before her.

~If you find something funny, Alberon, do tell.~

(( *sigh* I love thought speech. Only Alberon could hear her... ))

[Flower_Power_99]

"Yes you do have reson do you really wish to know why I am here? Do you really want to know what I am?" I then thought , as if you don't know already...

[~Ozy~]

I calmed myself down and thought back (knowing Genivieve would pick it up) Oh, not much really. Just the fact that he seems to be hitting on you at the same time...I then broke off the mental contact with a rather lewd image of the pair of them, just to amuse myself (although I knew it'd probably get me killed). still, I couldn't help but feel slightly jeaolus about that image, even if it was only mental.

[Flower_Power_99]

OOC: Can we all thought speak or just you two?

"Well just so you both know, and i fuigure as you both know, I am a thief, some refer to me as an assasin, but i prefer thief," I then raised my eyebrow waiting for their response.

[~Ozy~]

"And I'm supposed to be sacred" I said, raising my eyebrows sardonically. I added "I've faced down a red dragon before. As far as intimidation goes, I'd have to give him the edge."

<OOC>Well, vampire are typically possessed of telekinesis and can pick up on and broadcast thoughts to others. We can think back to her, but it's not the same thing.<OOC>

[Flower_Power_99]

"But could a dragon kill you in twelve different ways each in under 3 seconds," I asked, "And leave no trace that he was there" I added bragging a little at the end.

[~Ozy~]

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" I asked quietly, now with an edge to my voice. "Round here, that's not much of an accomplishment. Cut it down to six, then we'll talk." I was liking the new one less and less by the minute.I gently moved my hand down to the hilt of my sabe and began drumming my fingers on the bone handle of it.

[Ciera]

OOC: Sorry for being so long away, my computer time has been sliced in half. Anyways, if your character possesses the ability of telepathy, then you can use thought speech, b/c that's what it is, actually... Anyways, Genevieve can use telepathy anyways, and so can Lycanthropes.

IC: Genevieve narrows her eyes slightly and her hand lightly curls into a fist.

"No bragging, sir, no one really cares. If you DO find someone that cares, please tell me, I would like to meet the stupidity." She smirks slightly, but it's unnoticed, due to her hood. She glances over at Alberon, and thinks of a reply to his reply, earlier.

~Oh, heck no. That's the last thing I wish to think of.~

[Ciera]

OOC:
All you who joined, get your lazy bums in here! I don't wish for this thread to die, and just because it's not on the first page at the moment doesn't mean you can forget about it. Grr.

[~Ozy~]

<OOC.Sorry, I've had some RP block relating to this thread.<OOC>

That's why I thought it I thought in turn, smirking all the while. I stood and stretched briefly, then walked up to the bar to order another cup of the stuff. When it arrived, I rapidly returned to my seat on the couch and took a sip.

[Ciera]

OOC:
Oh Goodie, now I've got the block of thewriter -.-

IC:
~Oh goodie.~

Genevieve reaches into her hood and gently pushes some of her hair behind her ears, to keep it out of her eyes. She watches the newcomer quietly, waiting for him to speak of something. Anything. Something of anything.

[~Ozy~]

<OOC>Doesn't seem like they're on much anymore...<OOC>

[Ciera]

OOC:
I hate it when my threads die *is referring to other sites* It's not fair.

[Ciera]

OOC:
Anyone can still join, at any moment. Don't think that, just because we've got like four pages already, you can't join in. ANYONE can join in at ANY moment. Just read my first post, and there ya go.

IC: (( OOC: I can't do nuthin' IC 'cause no one else has! *Grr* ))

[~Ozy~]

<OOC>Fine, fine, I will.<OOC>

Sighing, I stretched out again, awakening lethargic muscles one by one. The emerald around my neck glinted slightly, hopefully it would be passed off as a trick of the light. Of the many magical trinkets on me, the emerald was by far the most powerful. Putting on a nonchalant face, I said "So, come here often Jenny?"

[Ciera]

Jenny? Was he referring to her? She'd never actually been called that...

"Me...?" Genevieve looked at him, slightly confused. She wrung her hands, making her knuckles pop slightly, and was uncomfortable in the strangers presence.

[~Ozy~]

<OOC>Yeah, I'm lazy when it comes to typing.<OOC>

"Aye, you" I replied, friendly-like, taking another slow sip from my teacup.

[Ciera]

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

She smiles, and sighs a tad.

"Ad yes, I do. I don't really have anywhere else to go, so I come here. I try to sit away from anyone else alot, so I haven't really met anyone... How about you?"

[~Ozy~]

"I was in the area" I replied, taking another sip of tea. "I drop by every so often. I tend to stay closer to Spirit Soaring, up in the Snowflakes."

[Ciera]

"Aye..." She smiles. Genevieve has never really met one as captivating as this Alberon, and she leans foreward to watch him. He seems to glow for any type of attention, and she is definately giving him that. "Would... Would you like a drink..?" She completely ignores anything else at the moment, her soft gaze locked onto the male before her.

[~Ozy~]

I was somewhat unnerved by the stare, but leaned in a bit myself and said softly "No thanks, I'm fine with my tea. Stronger stuff doesn't suit me."

[Ciera]

"Oh, alright..." Genevieve blinks slightly, then gets a cracker. She pops it lightly into her mouth, and swallows, then watches the floor, silently.

[~Ozy~]

"Something wrong" I asked kindly, fearing deep down that I'd offended her.

[Ciera]

"Oh, no. Nothing's wrong." She looks up and smiles, then watches the floor again, tapping her foot slightly. She brushes some of her hair back, after some of it falls from the cover of her hood, but just barely.

[~Ozy~]

"You sure" I asked again, slightly worried. I HATED to see people down in the dumps, I just couldn't take it. Anything that seemed remotely like depression and I was in full-on counselor mode.

[Ciera]

"I said nothing's wrong. That means, nothing's wrong." Genevieve said, closing her eyes slightly, and taking a deep breath. "I am fine."

She smiles once more, and watches the floor, almost silently, save her breathing.

[~Ozy~]

"Alright, if you're sure" I said hesitantly, taking a deep, calming breath to catch hold of myself.

[Ciera]

"Yes I am sure, why would I not be sure?" She looks over at him, a questioning look in her eyes. "Do you not believe what I say?"

[~Ozy~]

"I've had troubles with people covering emotions" I finally said, pacified and smiling.

[Ciera]

"What do you mean...?" She furrows her brow slightly, then watches the floor, not meaning to pry.

[~Ozy~]

"Oh, nothing much. Just a few wood elves I used to know" I replied lightly, smiling kindly. That was something I really didn't want to dredge back up, I'd spent the last three years burying it. Bringing Tarathiel and Ellifain back up would be of no good to anyone.

[Ciera]

"Really now.." Geneveieve shrugs and sighs, then watches the fire in the fireplace roar with red and orange flames.

[Ciera]

((OOC: I expect everyone who signed up for this thread to either have their character leave, or to continue RPing. I'm sick of this dissapearing act. Get in here, or just leave. As far as I know, someone's character is standing near TAD's and mine, just standing there! POST! NOW! *grr*))

[~Ozy~]

<OOC>Terribly sorry about my absence, m'dear. I've been busy for a goodly while and haven't been able to get on.<OOC>

'Yes, really" I said matter-of-factly, staring into the fire myself. I stood, and crossing my arms behind my back, began pacing. I didn't quite know why, there was just a nervous energy in me begging to be let out.

[ThEoNeAnDoNlY555]

OOC: What's going on right now i haven't replied ot this since returning...

[Ciera]

OOC:
Just flip back a few pages and- dare I say it- read, Joe!

IC:
Genevieve stands up, and slowly makes her way to the bar. Hugging her hood close, she regrets standing and walking from the fire... The air was colder where there was no flame. She reaches behind the bar and grabs a bottle of white wine, and a glass. She removes the cork, and pours some of the wine into the glass, before returning to her seat, after leaving the bottle on the counter.

"..."

[ThEoNeAnDoNlY555]

OOC: I think I'll just jump in.

I got up off the couch that i was seated on and poured myself a glass of wine from the bottle on the counter, for a while now i had been just relaxing by the fire, "May i just join the lovely conversation you too are having or shall i wait? " I asked them politely.

[~Ozy~]

"By all mens" I said, bowing slightly before reteruning to my seaat on the couch beside Genivieve. I still wasn't quite comfortable with him, but there were second chances in the world.

[Ciera]

"I don't mind..." She watches the other(not Alberon, the other one *can't remember his name for the life of her*), quietly. Genevieve smiles, and picks another cracker from the table, and eats it quickly, yet neatly.

[ThEoNeAnDoNlY555]

"Thank you" I said sitting down in a small chair nearby. "So what were you talking about please do continue"

[Ciera]

"Um... I.. can't.. remember..." She said, squinting slightly. "... Nope. Can't remember." Genevieve laughs slightly, kind of embarrassed. She blushes slightly, but it is hidden by her hood. 'Oh my, I can't believe I forgot...', she thinks to herself.

[~Ozy~]

I kissed Genivieve lightly on the cheek, saying with a grin "That jog your memory?"

[Ciera]

Genevieve blushes, and lightly bites her lower lip.

"Not.. exactly..."

She looks at the floor, and tries to get the smile from her face, before she loks back up.

[~Ozy~]

I chuckled inwardly after watching her reaction. Briefly, but with a smile, I said "At least I can have an effect."

[Ciera]

"Oh, yes..." She smirks to herself, before picking up another cracker, and sipping her wine. Genevieve coughs slightly. "Yes.. you do."

Brushing some ofthe crumbs, from the cracker, off of her gloves, Genevieve sips her wine, looks up, and smiles.

[~Ozy~]

I laughed aloud now, a soft, gentle sound, reminescent of the wind. I said "Glad to know it." Scooting in, I bent down (and desperately hoping I wasn't overstepping any boundaries), kissed Jenny lightly on the mouth, slowly wrapping my arm around her waist at the same time.

[Ciera]

Slightly surprised, she looked at the man who was.. showing some sort of affection. Noting how dimly lit the tavern was, she disregarded the fact that her hood was slipping away from her face. Genevieve, who was far too.. confused to refuse, wrapped her arms around his neck, and closed her eyes, deepening their kiss.

[~Ozy~]

I was a bit shocked at first, but soon enough responded in kind, taking my other arm (and after quickly unbuckling my sword belt), held her close to me, thouroughly lost in the moment.

[Ciera]

Quite reluctantly, Genevieve broke their kiss, and chuckled slightly. Blatantly ignoreing the others in the Tavern, she runs her hands along his neck, shaking slightly, but trying to calmly save each and every little surface of his skin, and his face; most definately his face...

"... Wow..." She trembles slightly as she speaks, trying to stay calm.

[~Ozy~]

"Wow indeed" I said in reply, delighting in the sensation of Genivieve's fingers on my skin. Other than what I'd said, I was at a loss for words. My brain seemed to be in freeze mode. Rliding a hand up her back, I gently began stroking her hair.

[Ciera]

Genevieve leans foreward, and rests the side of her head against his shoulder, and lightly bites his neck. She sighs, and closes her eyes, all the while just running her hands along his neck.

"It's been to long since I've been in another's arms..." She whispers, her voice trembling with slight confusion.

[~Ozy~]

Still stroking her hair, I cradled Genivieve close, marveling in the sensation all the while. I'd never been this close to another, it was a lonely road one like myself walked. I said softly "I've never held another, this is new. I'm glad I met you."

[Ciera]

"I'm glad I met you as well ... And you've never held another?" That was... alien to her. One of his age never holding one before? Preposterous. She didn't physically show her mental statement. But it is preposterous. What would the others think? They would frown, most definately.

[~Ozy~]

"Lif's rather lonely for one like myself" I replied with a kind smile. Inside though, I fely all the sadness, all the small little hurts, the rejections, all of it welling up in one mass of grief.

[Ciera]

Genevieve furrows her brow slightly, sensing his saddness.

"Something wrong...?" She looks up at him, quietly awaiting an answer.

((Sorry for shortness.))

[~Ozy~]

I quite simply brok down the, sobbing into her shoulder. All I'd ever wanted was acceptance. I'd never had any before now. As much as these were tears of regret, I was crying for joy as well.

[Ciera]

A look of great confusion creeps upon Genevieve's face. She didn't know what to do, she was never faced with this sort of... emotional distress in another before.

"Um..." She gently pats his back, completely and utterly at loss for words.

[~Ozy~]

Pulling myself together a bit, I smiled slightly and whisperd "Thanks. I needed to do that."

[Ciera]

"But.. what exactly was.. 'that'?" She asked, still thouroughly confused. Though Genevieve wondered this, she also wondered other things... Many other things... Though this was not possible, how... how could she be sitting there, so close to... to a Lycanthrope? She, Gevenevieve DeBauve, showing emotion for a... Lycanthrope, in a public facility? And, how could this man, a Lycanthrope, ever, ever, show emotion for one as herself, a Vampire?

[~Ozy~]

"It's just..." I hesitated over this, a bit unsure. I'd always kept this inside me. It was my own problem, no one else's. Like they'd let me get close enough to tell them anyway. Telling this to a vampire, though...Was that foolish? If I was to trust her at all, on the other hand... Clearing my throat with a small cough, I finished "It's just that I've never had someone I could be close to, talk to, any of that. I couldnever confide how I felt to someone, indeed, I've never had anyone aside from my grandfathe ever even accept me."

[Ciera]

"...Never?" Again, Genevieve was surprised. It appears that this particular male is full of surprises... 'Quite unfortunate... But how could one such as himself be rejected... by so many...' she furrowed her brow slightly, as she thoughts over that, and awaited his answer.

[~Ozy~]

"Nevr" I replied surely, taking Genivieve gently by the shoulders and continuing "I moved away too early to remember anything of my hometown and around towns, people see who I am and grap a torch. Even the monks at the Spirit Soaring are more that leery of me. I can come in, but it's far from a place to live. That's why I live in isolation, that's why I'm so happy I found you..."

[Ciera]

"Everyone's welcome in this tavern. It's soul purpose is to house those who don't know where to go, or like to be around friends... Though people have stopped coming..." Genevieve smiles, through her slight sadness. She pauses for a few moments, slightly at loss for words...

"Thank you."

[~Ozy~]

I replied gently "No, thank you." Glancing briefly over at the fire, I saw the oak logs were nearly burned out. Only embers remained of the once-roaring blaze that heated the entire floor. Dawn would come in a few hours probably, and I'd retire to my room then. But for now, I could sit and watch the fire burn itself out.

[Ciera]

"Le vent ne me soufflerait pas à la maison," she begins softly. "Coucher dans votre coeur de coeurs."

Genevieve leans her head against his shoulder as she sings, quietly so only Alberon could hear it.

"Je fera jamais vous voit encore. Et le mensonge dans votre coeur de coeurs."

((Translates to English from French as:
The wind wouldn't blow me home
To lie in your heart of hearts
Will I ever see you again
And lie in your heart of hearts.
I love that song.))

[~Ozy~]

I smiled and listened to he sing as I slipped my arm quietly around he shoulder and softly quoted:
"And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!"

<OOC>So I have a thing fro Byron.<OOC>

[Ciera]

Genevieve sticks her tongue out. "Yours is better." She giggles, slightly, enjoying his touch. She winced inwardly, slightly, at the thought of what they would say, if they happened to see her now. They would be repulsed, they would leave her... Gene tried to shove the thoughts away, but they lingered...

[~Ozy~]

I chuckled in return, scooting down on the couch a bit and resting my head gently on Gene's head. I could feel some tension now in her shoulders and whispered "What is it?"

[Ciera]

"Nothing, nothing..." Tension was obvious in her voice, but it was still masked behind her smile. Genevieve sighed, cursing her over-imaginative mind, yet knowing it was true.

[~Ozy~]

"it's not nothing, is it" I replied, concern laced through my voice. "Relax" I whispered, adding "I'm here if you need me. Always, until the day I die."

[Ciera]

Genevieve was... surprised. She had never heard that from a male before, especially directed towards herself. She had heard something almost like it.. but it was a lie. But Alberon... He wasn't lying. She could just.. tell.

"I..believe you," She whispered. "I truly believe you..."

[~Ozy~]

"Good" I replied, the corner of my lip upturned gently. Holding her a bit tighter, I added "And even if I don't know what it is that you fear, I'll be fighting it with you."

[Ciera]

"Thank you." Gene closed her eyes and buried her face into his shoulder, smiling. Her thoughts still haunted her, but knowing he was there, just there for her, made the slight anguish dissapear.

[~Ozy~]

"You're welcome," I replied gently, for now, content to simply sit in silence.

[Ciera]

(Time for trouble :p)

"Genevieve?!" Kiari burst into the Tavern, hoping to find her 'sister'. She had fallen flat on her face as she tripped over a chair, but quickly recovered. She stood just over five feet tall, and had dark red hair, and green eyes. Her pale features were hidden under her heavy cloak, which she put into place to protect herself from the unknown level of light in the Tavern, concidering it was pitch black out in the night, with no moon.

"Gene, I know you're here!" Kiari was unable to see Genevieve and Alberon, with the positioning of the couch compared to the front door.
~
Genevieve's eyes shot open as she heard the younger girl's voice. She sat up suddenly, and fell to the floor, landing on her bum. Shooting to a standing position, she looked around the Tavern, her eyes wide with surprise, an eager glint in her eyes as she scanned the room for her clumsy sharer of blood.

Without her hood, Genevieve was able to see clearer, though she knew it was only temporary. She flung herself over the back of the couch, almost silently, and tackled Kiari, hugging her tightly, almost as if Kiari was what was holding her to this earth. "Oh my G-d, Kiari!" She hissed as she nearly huggled the life from the smaller vampire.

(Ah, what fun ^^)

[~Ozy~]

"A relation" I asked, cocking my head to the side in a very canine manner, watching the scene unfold.

[Ciera]

Genevieve giggles and hopped to her feet, pulling Kiari up with her. She removed the other girl's hood, and, grinning stupidly, introduces her.

"This is Kiari, my..'sister'." She led the smaller girl over to the couch, where Alberon was. "Kiari, this is Alberon."

~

Kiari reaches for her hood as it is ripped off, but is stopped by Genevieve. Apparently the lighting was alright in here. She waves a tad, in greeting, before leap-frogging over the couch and shoving a few crackers into her mouth.

"It's been ages since I've eaten!"

[~Ozy~]

I laughed at the sight, sweeping a courtly bow as I said "A pleasure to meet you."

[Ciera]

"Yah, yah," Kiari jabbered as she munched on a cracker, and plopped onto an empty couch. Her eyes widen suddenly, as if she got an idea.

"Oh yeah! Gene! I remember now! Maman wanted me to tell you that le prétendant is waiting to meet you. He is very glad Maman allowed the meeting, and he-" Kiari glances over at Alberon, before giggling. "Il paraît assez bon coucher!"

~

Genevieve's eyes widen in return. "Nuh uh. There's not been a male like that in a while, that Maman's roped in! You lie, Kiari!"

Genevieve giggles, and plops down next to Kiari, and looks up at Alberon, blushing slightly, before answering the girl. "Tell Maman no more prétendants. That one," Gene jerks her chin slightly, to motion to Alberon. "Il est «le l'un». Je le sais juste!"

[~Ozy~]

I raised an eyebrow, a bemused expression on my face. I'd never learned any tongue besides elvish. I decided to return to my spot on the couch and wait.

[Ciera]

Kiari laughed, and almost choked on a cracker, when she saw the look on Alberon's face. Apparently he had no idea of what they were speaking of; that might be good.

"Gene," she started, her tone scolding. "Don't tell me you think of «him» in that manner! Maman would have a fit!"

~

"I don't care for Maman right now," Genevieve started. She brushed some of her hair from her eyes. Gene laughed as her sister started choking, before blushing at her comment, her gaze averted to the floor.

[~Ozy~]

Along with teaching me to survive, my grandfather had imparted at least some tact. Making full use of that training now, I turned away from the pair, took out a sausage ant began warming it over the coals of the fire.

[Ciera]

Kiari smirks as she stands, and sits next to Alberon. She places a hand on his shoulder and looks up at him, a questioning look in her eyes.\

"You wouldn't mind..sharing, would you?"

~

Genevieve rolls her eyes and averts her gaze to the floor.

[~Ozy~]

"Actusally, yes, I would" I replied, a gleam of mirth coming to my eyes. I added "Besides, there are some things about me that so many find distasteful...Particularly you and yours." true, but it was said with enough of a grin so as to avert any major suspicion.

[Ciera]

"Me and mine?" Kiari looked at him, curiously. "And by that, what do you mean?" She brushed some of her dark hair from her eyes, as she glances over at Gene.

[~Ozy~]

"Just trust me on this one" I replied, snickering a bit under my breath. "But I mean you species in general. Not all of them, to be sure" I added belatedly, my eyes flickering quickly towards Gene, "But most, definately."

[Ciera]

Kiari had a look of pure puzzlement on her face. "My species is that of a Vampire, the same with Gen..." She looked over at Genevieve, who snickered and blushed.

"As he said, not all of them," Gene pat the seat next to her, and Kiari reluctantly sat.

"That means- Oh my! Gene, Maman would definately have a fit!" Kiari's eyes widened.

"Ki, 'tis fine.. He's..different."

[~Ozy~]

"I suppose" I added to Gene's remark, finishing my thought by saying "Although I rarely see much evidence of that."

[Ciera]

"Woah, woah woah, slow down here, I'm still stuck on why you made a specific comment about my species.." Kiari shook her head slightly, confused at the rate they were moving on. "Wouldn't that make you a.. WOAH! Hold on now! I will not allow this, GENEVIEVE!"

"Well, you are not one to decide that, now are you? Nope.. If Maman has to complain about it, then she can go kiss an orc," Gen smirks, before blushing slightly at the insult.

[~Ozy~]

I snorted with laughter at Gene's comment, finding more amusing than it really should have been. On a more serious not, I locked my eyes onto Kiari's and said "Yes, I am. And as far as I'm concerned, then species be ****ed. I suppose, thoigh, that not all see it that way." I sighed at that, recognizing the truth of it for the first time. What would my brothers and sisters of the packs say when they found out I was involved with a Neverborn? And what would her family think? Society in general? Who knew, but for the first time since I'd arrived, the confusion and worry of my daily life seeped back into me.

[Ciera]

Kiari's eyes moved left and right furiously, as if she were speed reading a book, except there sat Alberon.

"Silly lycan, there's nothing to be worried about, no need to tell anyone, could be our little secret.." Kiari smirked, a deceiving smirk.

[~Ozy~]

I returned the smirk in full, answering with a cryptic "Perhaps."

[Ciera]

"Kiari," Genevieve started, kicking Ki in the bum with her boot. "Shut up."

Kiari falls forward, landing on her face, on the floor. "Gah!"

Gene smiled, before kicking Kiari once more. "I'm sorry for her rudeness, Alberon."

[~Ozy~]

"No apologies needed" I replied, looking at Gene with a lopsided smile. I offered Kiari a hand to help her return to the couch and added "It's nice to see something different once in a while."

[Ciera]

Kiari snorted slightly as she returned to her seat by herself, and crossed her arms, leaning back against the pillows.

"Something different?" Genevieve giggled slightly at his smile.

[~Ozy~]

I shook my head slightly, laughing a bit at the same time. This Kiari was an enjoyable enough person. I said to Gene "Yes, she's up-front with her rudeness. Most people try to be subtle about it and wind up looking like fools."

[Ciera]

"Who, Kiari? She's greatly frowned upon by the Elders of our village, because of how upfront she-" Genevieve was cut up by Kiari's hand, smacking the back of her head.

"Now you, shut up, Gene. No need for you to be so..open, to a lycan," Kiari popped a cracker into her mouth.

"Ki!"

[~Ozy~]

The edge of my lip pulled back, revealing my canines and molars. It was all I could do not to snarl as well. I regained my composure, though, and said placatingly "I suppose that she would have preferred o tell me herself, if at all."

[Ciera]

"I ain't tellin' you nothin', lycan," Kiari munched on another cracker.

"Ki, his name is Alberon. Don't be so rude," Genevieve smiled slightly, before snarling at her sister. ~Don't be so rude!!~

[~Ozy~]

I really did snarl this time, albeit, quietly. Kiari really was beginning to grate on my nerves, no matter how much I tried to calm myself. That was dangerous, the packs tended to sense when I was experiencing heightened negative feelings and come running to my aid. Not good. Particularly Morning Mist, she was particularly nasty when she judged me in trouble. Even now, I could feel them lurking on the edges of my senses, drawing closer. "Please," I asked ingratiatingly, "do stop this, it's not good for anyone."

[Ciera]

"Ooh, amd I touching on the lil' wolf boy's last nerve?" Kiari giggled. Her eyes flashed happily, as she crossed her arms and popped anotehr cracker into her mouth. ~No way, Gen, this is too much fun!~

Genevieve closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to telekinetically send Kiari some calming images, calming thoughts, but she could see it wasn't working as well as she hoped...

[~Ozy~]

Trying to lighten the mood a bit, I said with a hopefully convincing grin "Not quite my last nerve, but you're getting there."

[Ciera]

Kiari closed one eye, and blocked Gen out. She stood and stepped over to the bar, with a smile. "You want anything to drink? Either one of you?"

Gen nodded slightly. "Just a glass of red wine, please..."

[~Ozy~]

"Tea for me" I replied, a bit surprised at this gesture, but thankful nonetheless. This should help my nerves.

[Ciera]

Kiari snorts with laughter as she walks back, with only two crystal glassed, and a bottle of wine. "Get it yourself, wolf boy."

Genevieve takes the glass and fills it with wine, before glaring at Kiari.

[~Ozy~]

I managed a small smile, got up and got some tea for myself before returning to the couch and takig a seat beside Gene.

[Ciera]

~Terribly sorry about Kiari, Alberon...~

Genevieve narrows her eyes at Kiari, before looking at the ground.

~She hasn't been around many lycans... She only acts upon what the Elders of our village taught her...~

[~Ozy~]

I'd imagine so, judging by her actions I sent back, anger tinging my thoughts. As much as I tried to remain open-minded about this sprig of a girl, she just managed to rub me in all the wrong ways.

[Ciera]

Genevieve sighs, before falling over to the side, her head resting against Alberon's shoulder.

Not liking what she sees, Kiari grabs Gen by the ear and drags her off the couch, before heaving the, full, bottle of wine at Alberon's head. Gen snarls and pulls away from Ki, quickly.

((EDIT: My four-hundreth post! ^^))

[~Ozy~]

I caught the bottle deftly. That was it, she'd finally broken my patience. With a low-throated growl, I began squeezing the bottle, quickly shattering it. Wine splattered over my forearm, soaking my clothing. I stood, unfolding my body to its full height. Still growling, I began to stalk towards Kiari, m left hand unconciously stroking the hilt of my scimitar. The wolves were firmly entrenched in my mind now, I was a part of their pack in fell. "Bad move, girl" I half-said, half-snarled to Kiari.

[Ciera]

"Oh, what're you to do about it, wolf boy?" Kiari backed up slowly, after leaving Gene at the couch, who narrowed her eyes at Ki.

[~Ozy~]

"Decapitate you" I replied, almost wthout hesitation. After a moment's thought, I added "Or rip your filthy throat out, I haven't quite decided which." In the back of my mind I heard a We come brother as a wolf howled in the distance.

[Ciera]

Gen's breath quickened, slightly.

"She may be unbearable, but must you kill her? She's still my sister.." Grn's lip quivered slightly, but Ki did deserve it...

Kiari snorts. "Ha! Decapitate me if you can, you filthy wolf!"

[~Ozy~]

In answer, I whipped my scimitar. Not the best blade in the world, but servicable. The flip side of being overly patient was that when angered, I was far from easy to calm down. I paid no attention to Gene's comment, instead glaring at Ki, my eyes locking onto hers. when the distance was good enough, I whirld my blade into a backhand grip, soming around with a slash to the impudent's throat. In my ratge, I failed to notice the usual sighns that I was beginning to change, my hair turning into a more silver shade, the fur beginning to grow, the heightened senses.

[Ciera]

"Alberon..." Gene pleaded quietly. "Please..."

"Shut up, Genevieve, let the wolf boy attack," Ki stated, her confidence in herself over flowing.

[~Ozy~]

"Pleas what" I snapped, not really asking. My voice grew deeper, more gutteral as I continued "Listen to her insult my? My kind? I think not." The howling drew closer and I finally began to notice my transformation as my fingers shortened. I dropped my blade and fell to all fours, a full wolf in form, just bigger, and a thinking creature. I howled in return and charged at Ki, jaws open and snapping.

[Ciera]

Genevieve's eyes widened when she saw this. So did Ki's.

Kiari held up her hands and formed a telekinetic sheild, easily pushing Alberon away, but panting slightly, from the effort.

[~Ozy~]

I tumbled over a couple times, but quickly regained my feet. I noticed the effort that shield had taken. A third howl sounded closer still. I returned it, tossing my hed back before I charged again, this time leaping before I reached Ki, going straight for the throat.

[Ciera]

Ki smirked, before clapping her hands, and disappearing, only to reappear, panting heavier now, in the shadows of the rafters. She draws the katana at her side, and awaits the next attack from the lycan. Genevieve gasps slightly, and winces inwardly, as she views this 'fight'.

[~Ozy~]

I began sniffing the air, searching out Ki's particular scent. when I found it, I turned rapidly towards Ki and began growling, lip pulled back. Despite the rage I was feeling, I waited for the pack to arrive, to assist me. An old friend of mine, Two Moons by name, tickled my mind with her presence, saying Almost there, brother, almost there.

[Ciera]

"No, no, no, no..." Genevieve whispers to herself, quietly. Knowing full well the energy it took to teleport as such, she was doubting that her sister would live. Teleportation was anything but easy, and was painful; one that had trained and honed their skills would be able to stand the pain, but was still wiped of their energy.

Ki, slightly annoyed, draws a dagger, and telekinetically sends it flying at Alberon's head, quite fast, but she had used up most of the remaining bits of energy she had.

[~Ozy~]

I managed to leap out of the way, but still recieved a slash on my right shoulder. No matter, the pack was here now, just outside. I began stalking forward, growling as I backed Ki towards the door.

[Ciera]

Having focused on the dagger, Ki lost her balence and fell from the rafters, only to land on her feet, her katana still drawn. She growls slightly, and backs away from Alberon, her eyes narrowed.

[~Ozy~]

I charged one last time, hoping to push her through the doors and into the waiting fangs of my brethern. I lept forward off my back legs, not willing to trust my front. I managed to make contact, but tumbled on my right leg, crashing into Ki and turning the both of us into a ball of fur and fangs.

[Ciera]

The katana loosened itself from Ki's grip as Alberon ran into her, knocking them both into the door, sending them outi with Alberon landing on top of Kiari. Genevieve stood and rushed to the door and stood back fro the threshold, watching the scene enfold before her.

[~Ozy~]

I snapped at Ki's face, still fully in the grip of my rage. Th other wolvs begn closing in around as I backed off, waiting for her to get up. Hamstring and throat, that was how a wolf pack killed.

[Ciera]

Ki spit at the feet of Alberon, as she stood, her katana returning to her hand. She snarls as she glances around, her eyes narrowed.

"I know she's unbearable, but please..!" Gene spoke softly, her voice cracking, tears flooding her eyes.

[~Ozy~]

In the end, it wasn't Gene's words that touched me, but the viciousness in the eyes of the rest of the pack. I had to force myself back to humanity, but I did. I was panting, sweaty, and exhausted, but back. As I saw Ki on tyhe ground, my eyes widened at the thoght of what I'd almost done. I mentally snapped to the wolves Go away, I can handle this myself. They seemed reluctant, but did as I asked. My right arm felt like it was on fire, so I slowly walked towards Ki, left arm extended to help her up. "Sorry" I managed to get out between breaths.

[Ciera]

Ki used Alberon's hand to help her up, as Gene ran from the doorway and glomped him, smiling through her tears, trying to forget what could have happened. "Thank you," she whispered.

[~Ozy~]

"You're welcom" I replied, Stroking Gene's hair again and relying on her for almost all my support. Thinking of what I'd almost done, of the ferocity I'd felt...Why did I have to be this way?

[Ciera]

Burying her face in Alberon's neck, Gene giggles.

"Gah, I can't stay... Maman expects me back, but maybe she'll send Papa. Then you should watch out, wolf boy," Kiari spits at his feet, before turning on her heel, and with a whirl of a cloak, she disappears.

[~Ozy~]

I paid no mind to Ki's words, although they did sober me a bit. Nonetheless, I continued to hold Gene, even began to feel a bt better about almost killing someone. I whispered to Gene "Let's get inside, it's rather chilly."

[Ciera]

Genevieve takes Alberon's hand in her own, quickly lacing their fingers. She pulls him into the Tavern, and to a couch facing the hearth. She sits, and pats the seat next to her, willing him to sit as well.

[~Ozy~]

I obliged, sinking into the soft leather beside Gene. I winced as I did, though, and asked "Do you have any bandages? My arm's in pretty bad shape." I tried hard to put a smile on, so as not to worry her, but had a nasty feeling that I didn't really succeed.

[Ciera]

"There's bandages behind the bar," Genevieve said, standing up quickly. She hurries over to the bar and leans over the dark counter, before grabing a black, wooden box, and retaking her seat beside Alberon. "Lemme see your arm..." She smiles, as she removes a small roll of bandages, from the box, and looks over his arm.

[~Ozy~]

I carefully rolled up the sleeve to my right shoulder, displaying the wound on my uopper arm. It was surprisingly deep, considering the knife had been thrown.

[Ciera]

"Owie," Gene smiles slightly as she takes a small container of clear balm from the box, and applies some of the salve to the cut, before tightly wrapping the bandages around the cut. "All better," she murmurs, before rolling his sleeve back down, and looks up at him, smiling softly.

[~Ozy~]

"Thanks" I replied, voice just as soft as Gene's. I rolled my shoulder experimentally a few times. My arm still twinged a bit, but this was a definate improvement. Wrapping an arm arond her, I whispered "I'm sorry about what happened with your sister. I...I just lost control."

[Ciera]

"It's alright... She kinda deserved it... I guess..." Genevieve sighs slightly, and places a hand on his. "But if she was telling the truth, and Papa *is* coming, then that is a problem..." She smiles, and looks up at Alberon, before gently resting her head on his shoulder, not the cut, though.

[~Ozy~]

"Then we'll worry about that when it comes" I replied, closing my eyes and resting my cheek upon the top of Gene's head.

[Ciera]

"Thank you," she whispered, before closeing her eyes, and resting a hand on Alberon's knee. "I'm sorry, for what she said, and what she did..."

[~Ozy~]

"I'm used to it" I replied softly, adding as almost an afterthought "And I should have expected it, but after you..." I left the sentence unfinished sure that she grasped my meaning.

[Ciera]

"After I...?" She looked slightly confused, but shrugged it off. "After I what?" Genevieve taps her foot against the floor quietly, thinking of what he said, and waiting for an answer.

[~Ozy~]

"After meeting you, I suppose" I replied softly, musing to myself as much as answering.

[Ciera]

"That..made no sense.." Genevieve opened her eyes and looked up at Alberon, obviously confused.

[~Ozy~]

"I'd hoped that I..er..you...I mean, I'd hoped that we might begin to end this blood fued. But after meeting your sister and talking to those wolves, I have to say that it looks hopeless."

[Ciera]

"Shh," Genevieve places a finger over Alberon's lips, in a hush-hush manner. "There's no need to think, right now."

Smiling, she buries her face against his neck, chuckling slightly.

[~Ozy~]

"I suppose not" I murmered, laughing a bit myself. How'd she manage to do that? I was all ready to wallow in self-pity for a while and she cheered me up, seemingly without thinking. she almost reminded me of...No, I wouldn't think on them. That was behind me now. I kissed Gene gently on he own neck.

[Ciera]

Genevieve gently sticks her pinkie into Alberon's ear, and wiggles her finger, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

[~Ozy~]

I giggled a bit at this, a small, yipping sound. A small smile on my face as well, I said through my laughter "Stop, that tickles."

[Ciera]

Genevieve stuck her tongue out. "Oh well, you can live with it." She continued to wiggle her finger, and giggled.

"Are you hungry? I mean, we can't munch on crackers and jerky all night. I can go make some food, if you like," she smiles, and shakes some of her hair from her face.

[~Ozy~]

"I couldn't trouble" I said, still giggling and now squirming a bit. "Let me make it, at least, if you don't mind camp food."

[Ciera]

"Fine, I won't argue. You can go ahead," Genevieve stated, before leaning back on the couch, her hands crossed in her lap. She smiles, though barely, as she yawns.

[~Ozy~]

"Al right" I replied, hopping off the couch. retrieving my pack from the spot I'd lain it, close to the door, I proceeded to a spot by the fire. After returning it to a proper blaze, I pulled out a worn iron pot, filled it with some water from the bar, and tossed in some egg noodles, dried beans and green onions, and finished it off with some meat. I carefully hung the pot on the rack in the fire, then returned to the couch, saying 'And now we wait a bit."

[Ciera]

"Good," Genevieve stands up and stretches, before sitting back down, a dagger drawn. She pricks her finger slightly, and sighs, but smiles.

[~Ozy~]

I eyed the dagger warily. I'd never liked any blade much shorter than a foot. Even my own belt knife made me nervous. Nevertheless, I smiled and said "Yeah, it's a quick meal, but a good one.

[Ciera]

"I can't wait," she muttered, sliding the blade across her finger. Genevieve smiled as she let the blood drip to the dark, hard wood floor.

[~Ozy~]

"I...I should probably go and check it" I muttered, sliding off the couch. I was getting a bit jumpy around Gene's blade. She obviously knew how to use it, but still...It just put me on edge.

[Ciera]

"Yes, you do that," Genevieve smiled, though distractedly. She hums happily, to herself, and drops the dagger, the hilt of it making a dull thud as it bounces off of the wood.

[~Ozy~]

I took a long-handled spoon from near the fireplace, gave the stew an experimental stir or two and ladeled a bit out to taste. After sipping a bit of it, I said "Just a few minutes longer, the beans are still a bit firm." I noticed with a bit of relief that the dagger was now on the floor.

[Ciera]

"Ok..." Genevieve smirked, and kicked the dagger away. "I'm very hungry..." She licks the blood from her finger, before leaning back, smiling.

[~Ozy~]

I took the worn pot out of the fire and swished the contents around a bit. It looked to be perfectly cooked. "Ready" I asked inqusitively.

[Ciera]

"Good," Genevieve stood as she watched Alberon, and shook her head slightly, before rubbing her face with her hands. She smiles, and looks at the pot, before sitting back down.

[~Ozy~]

I retrieved two bowls and spoons from behind the counter, pouring some of the stew into each. I set the pot back on the hearth and carried the boowls back to the couch. "Dig in" I said with a wry smile.

[Ciera]

Genevieve nodded her thanks as she took sthe bowl and slowly spooned some of the stew into her mouth. Before her second spoonful could reach her lips, she set down the bowl, and lifted her hood to shadow her face, in the already dim light.

"I'll..be right back."

Gene smiles apologetically, before stepping over to the back door, stepping unusually swiftly. She gently turns the door-knob and steps outside, letting the darkness consume her. A few moments later, a squeal can be heard...A small animal, strangled, maybe? Broken neck, no blood visible, yet...Giggling can be heard. Gene's muffled voice is heard through the door as she lets the dead body of a small animal fall to the ground, not even a mere fifteen feet from the door. She steps back into the building, her hood off, her hair fussy. Wiping her mouth on the back of her sleeve as she enters, she resumes her seat and returns to slowly eating her stew.

[Ciera]

(Sorry for double post - Adamant Dodger, get your bum in here! ^^ Waiting for you, hun.)