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The rain fell violently on the autumn morn, as the dark stranger made their way to the local tavern. On the stranger’s shoulder, stood a crossbred avis. Holding the speed and prowess of a falcon, the strength of an eagle, and the beauty of a hawk. Behind the two was another unlikely half-breed. Part wolf and part tiger, was this creature. Keeping the wisdom that seemed to linger in his wolf blood linked with the strength and ferocity of a tiger. No one dared to cross their path.
“Good evenin’!” said the old, gruff and stout inn keeper, as the companions walked through the doors.
“I am here to meet with someone…”
“What be their name young sir? An’ yers fer that matter?”
“Tam’mien,” the stranger said absently in some foreign tongue, looking around the crowded ale house. “I search for someone who is to remain unnamed… as shall I.”
“Well how can I tell who yer lookin’ fer if I don’ know their name?” the keeper said blandly. The stranger turned his head only slightly, giving the man an awkward sideways glance.
“Stop acting like a fool! You only degrade and weaken yourself by committing such pointless pranks!” They said staring directly into the beady eyes, that showed him the fact.
The inn keeper stepped behind a shady corner and walked back out in a mater of moments, now in his true form. A half elf was he, now walking to the front of the counter.
“Come, come now Tareson!” The half-elf smiled with a clap on the back to his friend. “You mustn’t be so tense! We are here for our own amusement, and on our own accord. Enjoy! Have a drink or two! Make merry!”
“How can I ‘make merry’ when all is how it is? Tell me Manniek…” Tareson snarled, bearing his white, shining and even fang like teeth through the abysmal darkness of his hood, that still sheltered his face. “Unlike some fools, who stand before me, I did not come here by choice.”
“But my letter-” Manniek began, trying to hide his hurt.
“I got your damn letter! And I would have headed it… if it were not for the fact that I was captured and held prisoner by the rosiah, only two days after receiving it!”
“Well how are you here then?” Tareson backed up into the shadows and leaned against the wall.
“Manniek…I am indebted to three travelers who are to be arriving here this night… An elf, a shapeshifter and some type of lowland dwarf.” Manniek wondered a moment how such a band could form, but tried to ignore the thought of them, trying now to focus on his friend. The two friends walked out of the inn and continued down the street, talking.
“Why are you keeping your hood so downcast?” Manniek asked, looking down the road illuminated by the setting sun behind them. Tareson paused a moment and then whispered
“Only for you my friend…” He raised his slender hands to his dark hood, and pulled back slowly.
“Damn!” Manniek whispered harshly. A scar still crusted in some places with dried blood, rode from about an inch above the right eyebrow, down past where he could see. A patch covered the right eye.
 Diimari_Lives · Sat Sep 15, 2007 @ 01:20am · 1 Comments |
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