The Tavern (A past RP)

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