Post by Rigor.Mortis on Nov 16, 2008 16:10:16 GMT -5
Rigor huffed, slightly annoyed by her presence being noticed. Like a fool, she forgot to mask her scent. She stepped out of the brush with a wicked smile that seemed to emanate her instability; her tail flicked back and fourth as she observed her audience. She had no clothing with the exception of her spike collar and two spiked cuffs that encircled her tail; the lack of clothes showed off her neon orange and green skeletal markings, and her primal beauty. In all honesty, she felt somewhat out of place, for even the raptors wore something to cover them... But she had nothing to show or hide. She bent over carefully, eying the sheep; her smile growing wider as she playfully allowed her long striped purple tongue to run across her lips. "Here I am, lambchop." she replied revealing a jagged toothy grin.
Post by Tezztor Ne'taku on Nov 16, 2008 17:11:20 GMT -5
Reirna watched as what appeared to be a demented dragoness revealed herself from the brush. Her first thought was she was seriously mentally disturbed, due to her lack of clothing and strange markings. All curiousness to that end was washed away as she watched the female move around, otherworldly graceful and natural in her movements. She had never seen any like her, and the first thought that struck her was if she was related to the demonic portals somehow. Tezztor was a bit less amused with the dragoness then she was. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he asked in a firm tone, eyeing her as she moved across the ground. She seemed more interested in toying with the frightened sheep then anything, suggestion she might be interested in killing it. All the guards around fixated their spears and bows in her direction
Post by Othar, Modern Barbarian on Nov 16, 2008 18:10:28 GMT -5
Awakening from his slight black out, Othar yells out in a fury "By the blood of the bears, why must Othar suffer such a pain!" Standing and gathering himself, Othar makes his way down to the northern gate, stops, and moves slowly towards the rather large group, hoping to possibly gain access into this town, paying no mind to the Dragon beastie, the sheep, or the vastly large amount of armed raptors. All would become clear over a large drink.
Post by tristanfaust on Nov 17, 2008 12:58:43 GMT -5
Buddy frowned slightly, taking to his heels but surprisingly stumbling towards the orange and green etched Dragon. He tripped slightly over Othar as he made his way past, mumbling something about the seven of him getting him a drink if they please, and stood there eye to chest with Rigor. His head tilted back slowly until he stared into her face, more eminant blood trickling off the curve of a horn now he held his head at this angle. "Ya' tongue looks lik' a candy cane" he said defiantly, as if declaring a great secret he suddenly wished everyone to hear "An... an... you, you walking jack-o'-lantern... You think you scawry?" He rubbed his eyes firmly, those great pitiful eyes that glazed over every few moments "Ya... ya not." He looked up suddenly, at least he would have been if his hand hadn't still been over his eyes "I'M BLIND!" He threw his hands in the air in panic and blnked a few times as vision returned "Wai'... false alarm..." He squinted at Rigor for a long time "Bett'r bein' blind" he mumbled before collapsing unconsious against her, horns sticking up and butting against her chin.
Post by Rigor.Mortis on Nov 17, 2008 16:22:57 GMT -5
Rigor laughed at the cowardly sheep's feeble attempt of defiance as she shoved him off, watching him land heavily on the ground as if he were made of stone. She looked carefully around her at the spears and the raptors that wielded them. "You've hurt my feelings. Is this anyway to treat a traveler seeking refuge in this place?" She ticked her finger back and fourth like a pendulum. "Tisk tisk. I'm ashamed. You call me out, insult me, and point weapons in my face without so much as an explanation. With that kind of greeting, why would I give you my name?"
Post by Othar, Modern Barbarian on Nov 17, 2008 17:06:51 GMT -5
Othar looked at the awkward sheep with distaste. "This one needs to get his head right, and I m'self could use a pint!" With a quick glance at the raptors, he turned to address the winged one. "And you miss, you may look it, but you nae act like any beastie that any self-respectin' town or city would not take in with open arms." Looking Othar looked towards the sky and then back to the crowd. He then proclaimed quite proudly, "I am Othar Frostwind, Fury of the North."
Post by Rigor.Mortis on Nov 18, 2008 20:35:45 GMT -5
Rigor smiled smugly as her eyes fell across the raptors who had still not withdrawn their weapons; oddly enough, there was only one female in the group. She wondered how the reptiles must have felt receiving so many strange guests at one time.. There was the sheep, the self proclaimed Othar, and herself, all far too different from the normal traffic of the village. She assumed such anyway from the bewilderment and tenseness that she could sense thick within the still air. She stepped closer to the female raptor , and flicked her curled tail under her chin, "What's wrong? You folk aren't used to the unknown? The strange?" And with that, she took a few steps away from her and smiled.
Post by Tezztor Ne'taku on Nov 19, 2008 21:31:53 GMT -5
Tezztor puffed at her defiance, noting that she didn't seem all that worried about the half dozen spears aimed at her chest. It got under his skin that she would treat Reirna in such a negative manner, she was such a kind raptor she'd of been the first to welcome the guest. A low growl eminated from his maw and as he opened his mouth to speak he was shoved aside by the lady raptor herself. She didn't share his air of anger and frustration, she seemed a lot softer but no less able to hold her own in this group of males. Her golden eyes traced the dragoness unsure of what to make of this strangely decorated female. "Tezztor enough, anger won't get us anywhere" she said in a firm tone. Her gaze never left the dragoness until she spoke again, "What brings you to our village Miss?" she said stretching out the miss inquiring to what her name was.
Post by tristanfaust on Nov 20, 2008 11:33:15 GMT -5
With a snort the bleary eyed sheep woke up again, curling up slightly before standing up again. He looked around at the raptors and Rigor, sometimes having to jerk himself upright as if he was passing out every few minutes. "I'm-a get outta your way" he mumbled, walking unsteadily past the raptors towards the town; at least he tried, he stumbled and bumped up against Reirna slightly leaving a bloody and mud covered mark. He could barely see, sniffing slightly as he walked so he avoided hitting into anyone else; it wasn't always affective put at least he didn't walk into walls.
Post by Rigor.Mortis on Nov 20, 2008 18:26:24 GMT -5
"I am but a mere traveler, a drifter if you will.. without a distinct purpose." She said, looking to the frost giant, then the sheep, a little curious of their origin. "And call me Rigor, not Miss." The last word rolled off her striped purple tongue with venom. "Why do defensive anyway?" she snapped, her jaws closing mere centimeters from one of the raptor soldiers' face. She had moved so swiftly, he had no idea what she was doing until she was at his maw. "Afraid of what goes bump in the night?"
Post by Tezztor Ne'taku on Nov 23, 2008 7:01:59 GMT -5
Reirna looked at the sheep with disgust as he got blood and mud on her. She always took a great deal of time grooming and keeping herself at her best, usually to impress Tezztor. They both watched as he stumbled about and she sighed, "Ok, Mr sheep come with me we will get you patched up." She had a graceful and almost seductive walk, which to her was natural but to others might of seemed a invitation. She helped steady him gently and helped him into the town.
Tezztor's gaze was fixed on the dragoness, her mysterious and taunting personality drove him to believe she was up to something. His snarl and low growl was enough to betray his feelings of her brash actions. Around him the birds sand and a gentle mid day breeze washed over them, serving as a blanket to cover up the thick tension. He readied his mystical dagger in case she tried to attack, she was quick but he was certain he would be a match for her.
Inside the town a few raptors mulled about as if it were any other day, save for the buzz about the emperor's murder. By now the whole town was in an uproar. As the barbarian entered the gates they turned and looked at him, his kind a rarity in the land. A beggar ran up to him and began his routine. "Please sir" the beggar yelped, being on of the few non raptor citizens. "Please I need but a single gold to eat. Can you spare one?"
Post by Rigor.Mortis on Nov 24, 2008 18:09:28 GMT -5
Entering the town, her eyes did not leave the few that had been with her just beyond the gates. Rigor's mind was wary as always, slightly tired, but awake all the same.. She had no clue where to go or what to do, so she tagged along behind the few to observe their actions. She could tell the raptor male.. 'Tezztor'.. He had been called, did not trust her due to her 'queer' behavior.. Though the female seemed neutral, if not, interested in her guests.
Rayeith quickly grabbed up his notebooks, tossing them with unusual carelessness into his pack. except for the constant shuffling and rustling of papers, the shop was filled with an uncanny silence. Most days his shop was filled with inquisitive customers and the sound of various compounds bubbling. Most days he took great care in handling his books. Most days angry clergy members weren't looking to kill him. But this wasn't most days. Rayeith's mind raced as he tried to imagine what to carry on his daring escape, but all he managed to fit in the pack were his notebooks, a mortar and pestle, some pens, a thin blanket, and a few empty bottles. he'd love to have room for his potions and ingredients, but time was running out and his bag was only so big. Then, upon donning his favorite red robe and taking his quarterstaff in hand, a loud knock sounded through the shop. "Rayeith! We know you're in there! Come out now and face the consequences of you heretical ways!" But Rayeith just ignored them and opened up a hidden trapdoor behind his desk. Stepping into it's dark maw, he paused only to mourn for the books lining the walls. How he would miss those books. Then, feeling his way through the dark, he found torch on the wall and pulled hard. He'd always thought it a very cliche' way to hide a secret passage, but he had little time to argue about it now. He quietly slipped into the passage and shut the door behind him, leaving only a long walk through the sewers of the imperial city between his soon to be ransacked shop and freedom. He just hoped there weren't any rats He really hated rats.
Post by tristanfaust on Nov 25, 2008 11:57:10 GMT -5
Buddy blinked and looked around at Reirna as she took him by the arm and began to steer him about. There was less blood now and most mud had come off him by now but he still looked terrible, like a half inflated anthro sheep doll. "Yoooouuu... are a very nice person" he said contently as he almost stumbled over an imginary rock in his path "Not like the other one with a dagger... nasty raptor." He stuck his tongue out slightly, showing the badly bitten flesh, and squinted as a leg gave way; he was back up before he fell a few inches though "S-sowrwry about atta'ing 'ou... Vewry vewry scawred..."