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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 22:03:19 GMT -8
Well, now Kematian felt bad. He probably brought up a lot of bad memories of death. She didn't sound sad, but civilization was about the family, right? "Oh, well, I'm sorry," he said. It sounded almost as flat as her admission of her family's absence. He was just being courteous. He was very glad that she changed the subject, especially to something happy.
"Yeah, I meant the first kind of love, the... romantic kind. If it's okay for me to say. You did say it starts off... like the way we feel, apparently. I just thought that's what this might be. But you can judge better, because of the dwarves." Was it right to discuss love like this? His face tried to betray no concern, and failed. She would understand, though. She said she knew what it was like.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 22, 2016 22:26:26 GMT -8
Moon shrugged his words of condolence aside; the story of her family wasn't particularly one she wanted to share, but, she was trying to open up to him. "It was a long time ago. I was just a kid." And then he elaborated on what he'd meant. Her heart leaped up into her throat, and she swore she ceased to breathe for at least two minutes. "I.." The word was rasped out of a dry throat and equally dry mouth, and she paused a moment to hastily gulp down some water, trying to revitalize her voice from the desert it had become.
..Then she procrastinated by fidgeting, looking up, to the side, down at the floor, basically anywhere but at him, before she could make herself reply. "..I thought I was in love with someone, once. He.. saved me from my loneliness, a few years back. But.." Finally, she brought her eyes back to Kematian's, emotions roiling within those silver-blue irises. "..I was wrong. Because if that was love, it's nothing compared to what I feel when I'm with you."
Oh gods, she'd actually said it! But she quickly scrambled to reassure.. him? Or was it herself? Even Moon wasn't sure, at that moment. "N-not that I'm saying I love you! Just.. that I could. Probably will. And likely in the not-so-distant future. I want to get to know you more, first, before.. anything like that is proclaimed." She lowered her gaze shyly, studying their twined fingers with a small smile. "I don't remember much of my tribe, but.. I remember that love is a very big deal for my people.. wolves mate for life." And.. he probably didn't understand why that had anything to do with her. You need to tell him, Moon.. he deserves to know.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 23:51:22 GMT -8
Kematian tugged at his collar with his free hand. He felt uncomfortable and slightly confused, and tingly. She was having feelings that trumped her past perception of love? ... But she doesn't love him. Very exciting and immediately disappointing, and his face reflected it. But she said that she probably would... while the gears of his mind spun on, his basest level of consciousness stalled for him:
"Yeah, I didn't know wolves mate for life. I don't know if humans mate for life, too. Does this make you a wolf? Because you look sort of like a human."
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 24, 2016 0:04:35 GMT -8
"Err.. some humans mate for life. I think. Not all." That was an easier place to start, although, Moon was glad that he'd at least given her a question to answer. That was easier than just saying, 'By the way, I turn into a big wolf sometimes, no big deal', right? Right. She took comfort in the fact that they were still holding hands, her fingertips tracing across the lines of his palm and battle-worn digits, partially to give her something to focus on while she answered. It was easier than gazing into his eyes like some lovestruck pup, even if that's basically what she was.
"I.. well, in a way.. yes. My tribe... We're wolf shifters. Not like those werewolves, not at all. The moon has no effect on our ability to take wolf shape. But we're.. very close to the wolf part of us. Actually.." She ducked her head with a sheepish smile, then bit her lip before she replied. "..that's how I found your house.. I tracked your scent in my wolf shape..." Wow, now you sound like a creepy stalker. Good job, Moon. Rushing to try and make herself sound less weird, if that was possible, she finally brought her gaze to his once more. "I'm sorry, I probably should've told you sooner, I just.. I didn't want you to think it was.. too strange, and.. make you stop wanting to be see me.. because I really like being with you..."
Abandonment issues much? You should count yourself lucky if he doesn't ignore you in the streets, now. He's such a nice, normal guy.. what could he want with a freaky wolf girl like you? Why did she always torture herself with such thoughts? Her fingers once again twined with his, and she idly mused that she really liked the casual intimacy of the touch. What would it be like to be held by him, she wondered? Perhaps, even, to kiss him? No no no, that was dangerous thinking. She steered her brain away from such musings, focusing instead on his reaction to her confession.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 0:26:00 GMT -8
"Oh." Kematian had been totally unfamiliar with the concept of a werewolf not bound by the moon. He wasn't sure how it would affect a possible relationship. His mind's first question was: "So if you turn into a wolf while pregnant, what happens to the babies/puppies?" Fortunately for both of them, the concern was not voiced. He put his other hand over hers, clasping it with both hands.
"It's not strange, Moon. Well, it's not like most humans, but I still really like being together with you, too. It's really... cool, actually. It means you can always find me, which is good. It means I'll never be lost. And, well, I sort of like wolves. Large dogs, too. I don't know why."
The revelation clearly didn't startle him, at least. That's more than can be said for the second, driving spirit within him... the spirit of Smertas Draiochta loves large dogs and wolves. It hates the paranormal.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 24, 2016 0:47:26 GMT -8
..'Oh.' ? That one-sound response was immensely troubling, and Moon felt herself shrinking back internally, ready to snatch her hand away and run when the inevitable pending rejection came. ..Except it didn't come. Instead, she found her hand enveloped by both of his. She blinked down at the sight of her pale, scarred and callused hand encased in his own battle-worn ones. Her heart fluttered, and she felt a wide smile curling across her lips, even before he spoke.
"No.. I'll never let you be lost.. not if you want to be found." Her cheeks flushed vividly with those words, and she tilted her head down slightly as she lowered her gaze, embarrassed by what she'd said.. even if she'd meant it wholeheartedly. "I'm so glad you don't mind. I didn't want you to go away.. seeing you just makes my whole day better." Peering up at him, her eyes veritably glowed with happiness, matching the smile on her face.
"We um.. we should probably eat.. and then maybe we could.. go for a walk? I'll even show you my wolf shape.. if you want." Her mind flashed back to when she'd shown it to Alden, outside the Midnight Sun, and how he'd petted her head. Oh gods. What if Kem did that?! The mere thought caused the resurgence of color in her face, and her free hand rose, covering one red-suffused cheek as she laughed. "Or maybe not. That might be a bit much so soon. Even if you do like wolves."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 1:03:47 GMT -8
He smiled broadly. She was so amazing when she was happy. Many times more beautiful than when sad, too. He could feel himself becoming lighter with each moment. "Of course." She wasn't scared anymore. Maybe after that discussion, it would last. He started eating, more eager to take a walk with her, hand-in-hand. Between mouthfuls, he said, "I'd love to see your wolf shape. I bet that your fur is white as your hair is now?" He did admire that hair. "I wouldn't mind seeing it if you don't think it's too soon." Wolves are great.
Right, Smertas?
No. Not when they walk on two legs and have faces and romance people. That's scary. And wolf blood is the urge to hunt. Humans with the urge to hunt, they protect people like I did. Wolves with the urge to hunt tear out throats. She's dangerous.
No, she's not. She's awkward and nice and until recently very lonely.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 24, 2016 1:20:55 GMT -8
When their hands separated, she felt a brief pang of loss, but was quickly buoyed by the knowledge that, afterward, they would be going for a walk. And holding hands. Again. Ooh, this was all so new and wonderful! It inspired that oddly pleasant tumbling in her stomach again, and she was so excited, she almost couldn't bring herself to eat. Well, at least until she took the first bite of that stew. Oh, this is tasty! Why can't I make stew this good?
Pausing with her spoon in her mouth, she blinked as he asked about her wolf form. She hadn't expected him to be so keen on the idea. But it made her happy, to know that he not only accepted that part of her, but found it interesting. Swallowing her mouthful, she nodded. "Yeah. Everything pretty much stays the same color. Eyes, hair.. just.. you know.. wolfy." She grinned, trying to imagine how he'd react to her appearance. Awe? Amusement? She bit back a giggle. "Okay, then.. I'll show you at some point today. No point putting it off, I guess."
This was quite possibly the most fantastic mood she'd ever been in, and, eager to get through the meal so she could go back to holding Kematian's hand - Gods, could you be any more of a lovesick pup? Shut up, he feels the same way, it's fine if he feels the same way! - Moon ate quite quickly. It was actually an effort to remember the table manners the Dwarves had taught her. Societal niceties tended to be nearly eclipsed by wolfish habits when her emotions ran high. Soon she was pushing the empty bowl away with a pleased expression.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 1:30:03 GMT -8
Kematian chuckled with delight at the news that he would get to witness her transformation. He'd totally try to pet her. "Thanks!"
Observing the speed at which she wolfed down her stew, he cut into his own food and tried to consume it as quickly as he could. Despite his best efforts, she would finish some time before him. He sheepishly grinned. "Sorry. I guess I ordered something big." This fact was, at least, true. His slab of meat could very well have been a sacrificial altar unto itself.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 24, 2016 1:43:07 GMT -8
Realizing she'd finished before him, Moon was immediately embarrassed, and half-hid her face behind one hand with a groan, that became a soft laugh. "You must think I'm such a pig.. well.. wolf. I don't normally eat that fast." Lowering her hand, she propped her elbows against the table, listing forward comfortably as she toyed with her water glass.
"I was so nervous when we got here that I honestly didn't think I'd be able to eat. So I got something small. Should've known that would work against me. I guess I'm a little too eager to go on that walk." Because as nice as being in here with him was, Moon would always be the kind of girl who preferred to be outdoors. Even if it was in a city. Regardless of that fact, she hastened to reassure him. "But, please, don't feel you need to rush on my account. I'm perfectly happy to sit here with you." She was learning not to blush when she said things like that! This situation was already improving.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 1:55:25 GMT -8
Kematian laughed lightly with her. "It's really not that bad. I had to eat fast, too, when I was running from wererats." He finished, placing his fork and knife on his plate as neatly as he imagined. "We really should go on that walk, though! I can't wait. Besides, it's better than sitting in a darkish room. The sun is much nicer." He stood and extended a hand to Moon, though he wasn't sure why. "Come, let's go!"
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 24, 2016 2:09:52 GMT -8
Both brows shot upward a bit at that statement. She just had to ask. "..Were..rats? Oh now that's a story I'm going to have to hear one of these days." She wanted to hear anything Kematian was willing to tell her. Really, it wasn't just the content.. it was his voice. She liked listening to it. Was that weird of her? She wasn't sure. She also didn't care. When he spoke, she grinned. "I won't argue with that.. I love being outside in the sun."
Moon neglected to mention that his company was preferable even to sunlight, but she figured that was a given, at that point. Why speak what didn't need to be said? Standing and taking his hand, there was an undeniable spring in her step as they started toward the door. Her free hand reached out, grasped the knob, gave it a slight turn, and.. her hand came away with the knob held in loosely-curled fingers. She blinked, looked at her hand, then the door.. and then sloooowly turned her gaze up to Kematian's face. "I definitely did not break this." Oh, dear... "..I um.. I think we might be.. a little stuck?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 8:59:15 GMT -8
Kematian stared at the knob in surprise, then back at the empty space in the door where once was a doorknob. He nodded. It was pretty hard to believe that Moon just snapped off the handle, especially given how lightly she grasped it. "Alright." He released her hand and took a step back. "Maybe there's another door." He started scanning around the establishment and asked a server as to the location of an alternate exit, for the current one was blocked.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 24, 2016 10:43:58 GMT -8
"Maybe they'll let us out through a kitchen entrance or something..." Taking a couple of steps back, she dropped onto a knee, peering into the door at the latch mechanism. Hrm. Opening it from this side would be hard.. "I knew I should've brought my lock picking tools with me. I could probably get the latch to open if I had them. Manipulating the mechanism from this angle would be tough, but doable..."
Rising back to her feet with a sigh, she turned toward Kematian and retreated to his side, just in time to hear the server say that there was another entrance, although they really weren't supposed to go that way... "Please? We really don't want to stay here, as nice as the place is." Before Moon's hopeful smile, the man caved, and gestured for them to follow as he turned toward a door, tucked away in a corner. Taking Kem's hand, Moon gave him a beaming grin. "So maybe we're not stuck after all. Shall we?" She tilted her head after the departing waiter.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 16:53:43 GMT -8
Kematian looked at her with some surprise, ironic given she had just revealed her wolf nature. "You have lock picking tools?" She clearly wasn't a felon, so he was somewhat confused why one would need to pick locks. Unless, of course, she was prepared for such events as this. That was admirable. Preparedness kept one alive in the wilds.
She then secured them passage with that undeniably persuasive smile, which she then turned on him. He returned a bright grin to her and replied, "Right away!" He then went with her to the exit. This was a really good day.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 24, 2016 17:01:09 GMT -8
The look Kematian gave her drew a blush to her cheeks again, and Moon looked away, not sure if she should feel ashamed or not. He didn't seem to be judging her - at least, not poorly - but still! "Well.. yes. The Dwarves taught me how. They said you never know when you're going to need to escape from a place. Turns out, they were right. I am never leaving home without them again." That was a definite vow she was keeping to herself. Hand in Kematian's, they wound through a tiny back hallway, before finally being let out into an alley beneath the late winter sun.
<Exit to The Streets and Connecting Alleyways>
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
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Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 27, 2016 6:26:32 GMT -8
[Enter with Artemis and Poros Welchion] By the time Madame Naoki arrives at the Moonlight Eclipse, the staff have prepared for her visit and that of her companions. A well-dressed waiter sees the group past the waiting line to a booth on the elevated edge of the main dining hall. On the stage in the center of the room, a small band is assembled and are currently enlivening the atmosphere with some upbeat swing music. Madame Naoki seats herself in the interior of the booth, sliding in to allow Artemis to sit beside her. She moves as if to reach for a menu, but decides against it in mid motion, instead choosing to fold her arms on the table and fiddle still more with that bit of emerald. Her ears swivel and turn as she looks down the table, gazing out over the dining hall below them with her eyes and ears. Figuring it would be best to receive Poros’ mentioned proposition after they receive their food, she doesn’t push him for it, and indeed, doesn’t have very much to say at all, simply making small talk until a member of staff arrives to take their order. “I’m very satisfied with how this placed turned out, and the quality of cuisine served here. What do you two think you’ll have?”
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Poros Welchion
Established
Under the protection of Madame Naoki, for being an 'asset' to her. Life is great
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 24
Physical Description: Brown medium long hair, blue eyes, cleanly shaven.
1m79 tall and quite slender for a man of his position.
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Clothes and Equipment: Wears nice clothes, as the son of a wealthy merchant.
Has a sword which he is adept at using, he just doesn't like to.
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Player's online availability : not too often, just started, I'll see (CET)
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 23:47:00 GMT -8
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Post by Poros Welchion on Feb 27, 2016 8:58:31 GMT -8
Guided to the other side of the booth, Poros sits down slightly uncomfortable. Not that this place is uncomfortable, nor the memories about being here with his family. But his cloak was still a little dusty. He preferred not to be seen in public with any more than a perfect attire and seeing some specks that have not been patted off of his clothing made him a little uncomfortable. He knew he couldn't really start removing them in the middle of the Eclipse either, that would have been bad manners, but at least he would try.
The emerald, Naoki seemed to really like it. There was probably something about the stone, a calming presence, regenerating powers, magical shields or something like that. He could ask her, just not right now. He takes a menu to see what they have and joins in with the small talk, trying not to look at the VIP door, until they come to take their orders.
"The Eclipse has always looked great," Poros decided to add to Naoki's statement, "and its value for the wealthy is unmatched by any establishment here in Isra." His face remaining surprisingly neutral for a man who wears his emotions on his sleeve. He turns to the waiter.
"Is there still some hare?" He turned to both Artemis and Madame Naoki, "I have been hoping there was when I first heard I would be dining here."
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Feb 27, 2016 17:35:06 GMT -8
Artemis appraises the interior as she enters the establishment. It appears, at the moment, to be a perfect execution of their plans. As she observes, she takes a few mental notes on areas where the staff could improve, notably their security, but overall, she is quite pleased.
"I'm in the mood for a steak today, I believe," she responds to Naoki's question.
Now that she is engaged in a social setting with their newest employee, she turns her attention to making a full evaluation of him. Green orbs watch Poros' every movement, silently appraising with a carefully neutral gaze.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 28, 2016 19:14:46 GMT -8
Going about his usual business Maelik finished up personally preparing a custom order for some poncy noble that saw fit to through his weight (but more importantly) his money around, some form of vegetable cake. Personally Maelik didn't understand the appeal but the demonic chef prepared it to his extremely high standards nonetheless.
He turned to the other cooks and gave them each a rousing pat on the back, congratulating them for their fulfillment of Maelik's expectations before promptly cuffing them in turn and warning them not to get complacent. He informed them that he was be returning just as soon as he finished ferrying out the bizarre platter and that if so much as even a single grape was out of place that there would be severe consequences.
Then, with plate in hand, Maelik opened the door and took his first step out on the floor. It still felt odd not to have to stoop low to get through the doors in this newer establishment, the fourteen foot menace was just so used to doors not being sized for him. Oh well, a step in the right direction is always welcomed in his eyes, especially when it made things easier.
With proper haste he hurried the plate off to the nobleman and gracefully slide it up the length of his one arm, over his shoulders and down the other to showily spin into place in front of the customer.
"Enjoy your meal sir, if you have any complaints with the food please let the nearest server know and I'll be happy to see to the issue." Maelik's deep, terrifying voice was about as jovial as it could be but if that prissy noble knew what was good for him it would be best to not make a stink about anything. Maelik was never known for his patience... or his understanding... for that matter he wasn't known for much of anything positive when it came to personality traits.
As he spun about to march back into his kitchen his glowing crimson eyes spotted Naoki and her company sitting off in a nearby booth with a waitress on her way to attend to them.
Well that wouldn't do.
Like a hawk he swooped in and cut her off a short way from the booth and bent low to whisper something in her ear. It wasn't entirely clear what it was that he said but the waitress's skin turned three shades more pale and her eyes grew wide, the pupils incredibly dilated. At almost the total opposite end of the spectrum Maelik seemed completely at ease, a small smile snaking its way up on his face as he whispered the last few words and turned her around, lightly slapping her rear in order to push her along her way.
Good. Clientele such as this should only be seen to by the best. And of course, in Maelik's not so humble opinion there was nobody better suited for it than himself.
Like a great black tide he rolled into view of the booth and graced the table with one of his massive fang filled grins, his polished armor glistening in the mood lightening and giving it otherwise ebony sheen a myriad of colors.
"Greetings and salutations Madame, it's always fantastic to lay eyes on you. And of course I extend those same pleasantries to Artemis as well, I must say that you're looking especially ravishing as well mu dear. I know I say it often but that suit of yours is quite fetching."
His levied his great draconic head Poros' way, his evil eyed glare boring into the newcomer like a drill through soggy plywood.
"And who do we have here? Did you bring some new blood with you today my dears?"
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