zane quietly sits down in a bar filled with people and orders a broth after winking at the water with his blue eyes.his black hair siting naturally unmoving as he sits there waiting for a thief to challeng him.
Caldia enters the dingy looking bar. She'd had enough of it all now.
RIGHT, WHO WANTS A PIECE OF ME!!
As she glanced around, she noticed a figure staring at her intently.
You, I will fight you.
As she said this she drew her sword and threw a small throwing dagger in the direction of Zane and made a sprint towards him, ignoring the screams of the patrons of the bar.
She broke into a blank observant stare, not hot or bothered by the robust nature of the commons. Hey... falling for one living with accompanied danger is a lesson best learned head on.
She strolled from the shadows, feet sifting what dust and debris lie waste to the ground, intense golden dipped iris's clinging to the sight as it unfurled before her. "My my," came the high pitched, de-monotoned mutter. Her hour glass form in motion, cutting a clean pathway to an unoccupied stool at the bar, hips in a sway.
A towering man sat in a dark corner of the tavern he saw the Person come in and sit down then the second come and try to fight the first. Obviously they were mere illusions, from either a sorcerer or a person with minor magical abilities trying to start a fight. Which The man figured he got as the sleek slim bodied woman cut her path through the tavern. An odd woman non the less, maybe he would start something ... see where it would lead. Gods willing it would offer more entertainment then the past few months of needless wandering and futile quests for cheap paying farmers. The work in the area was almost insulting to the talents of his sword hands.
"Hold on your about to start a fight with air!..." The towering shadow called out waiting for the woman to reply.
If there was one thing Amaria wasn't, it was an oblivious fool.
"Need I remind you that refusing to give physical indication of your existence is a sign of raw cowardice. And what mindless mundane would even think to fight a shadow?" The ghost of a smirk crossed her lips at her witty reply countering the opposing man's illiterate lay incorrect call out. She was a shinigami shifter, CEO of her own company, and a person that was half warlock.
Starting combat with the brunette beauty was a frustrating process if done for mere entertainment purposes.
OOC: i say they are illusions because if you look at the date it is from 2008 by guests i don't think they are coming back :P
The man began to laugh the the woman's attempt to goad Him into a fight. "I may as well haven't in a while..." Hjaldi thought to himself. "i say this because you are obviously about to fight someones simple illusion..." Reaching into his trench coat producing a dagger and hurtling it towards the woman and the dagger passed straight through the woman and she had no reaction to the blade. "See?... Hjaldi stood up fully letting his massive presence cast a shadow over many of the patrons of the tavern. "I am Hjaldi Wrothgarsson, Ambassador of the Wolves." Hjaldi was tall enough he had to hunch over in the tavern. Though his presence was still intimidating...
Her amusement rang out as a light chuckle off the stone walls to the tavern. Index finger sweeping a stray lock of hair from her face, and tucking it behind her ear in a habit that saw no sign of dissipating. Her eyes, soft amber ringed autumn iris's shimmering, alight with misceif. The smirk pulling her lips with force until it presented itself.
"Surely you didn't think I meant to fight the illusions? Your oblivious nature to my innocent intentions are causing a struggle against my will not to erupt with hysteria. Do me a favor, would you, and stop being so brainless?"
Hjaldi amusement increased. "Woman ...thing? you must have considerable confidence in your skill to let your tongue form such words at men of war." Hjaldi made his way over the the woman and looked down on her literally, looking down h over looked her. She had skill that was obvious to Hjaldi and her confidence was a indicator she was either dumb or has talent. Hjaldi looked down and then grabbing his blades and slapping them down inches from her face into the grand and dropping his entire body so his face was level with hers'.
"Why don't you do as a man does, and let your blades talk, for that is what i put stalk in actions not mere words..." Hjaldi smiled letting his figure seem challenging but still friendly. "or would you rater fight the shadow so tat you can feel tough and still be safe." Hjaldi jabbed with his own insult quickly. As he talked the woman could see the runes on the blades as they stood in front of the woman. The runes almost reverberated in her mind... she could almost hear whispers incoherent but she could hear the whispers...
Her face remained calm, collected, and patient. Though her eyes flashed at the insult, despite it's weak meaning. Had this male met modern women of this age, or was he oblivious to the world as well as her warnings? Even the love of her life had noticed her strife and skill. And he was an orphan without education. A criminal... With charm that had enticed her to be his other. She was far from complaining...
"Whoever you are to have showed your face are now in for a lesson on respect to women. One, do not dare name a female by the term of 'thing'. Especially if said female had enough talent to kick your ass. Two, do not undermind a woman when she might feel disconcerted because of a bad day. And three, never let me, specifically catch you taunting a woman by weakening your physique just to prove your strength above theirs."
Rising to a standing position then put her in a place so she was towering him, her lips pressed to a hard line. "Do I make myself clear," she asks, in her deathly quiet tone of voice that often chills the blood of those who hear it.
Hjaldi looked at her knowing he had hit his mark. Standing again to his fall height dwarfing her again he looked down to her and replied with a horse and heavy accented voice devoid of any fear or even emotion. "And you listen to me she-human. One you are no mere human. by the gods you have a tail and i have no words for your born line. So you are thing to me. Two Do not threaten Someone and expect because you have more curves then a male that i will treat you any different good day or bad... And [b[three[/b] you do not know me or resolve and morals so don't insult me. especially thinking you can combat me without seeing anything i can do... Hjaldi loomed over her. As he spoke a thick fog circled her and Hjaldi dropping the temperature as he stood towering over her once more the fog began to warp and seemingly growl back at her eyes flashing and glaring at her through the mist.
Hjaldi looked down to her serious and somber. "Do i make myself clear?" Hjaldi looked down towards her showing this odd female creature he was not to be taken lightly in any case.
((OOC- my pink fox girl isn't in play. My human shinigami shapeshifter is in play, so she is, indeed, human. Here is the link for her profile: http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=16514.0 ))
"You will not speak to me with such disrespect. I have done nothing to deserve any of this. I merely came to observe a holographic fight, and sit at a bar to ensure a day of piece in mind. Content on watching. Just watching. If you think I will hesitate to kick your fucking ass, or am weak in strength, just because I'm a female, then you are mistaken," she said coldly.
Amaria was stressed. She had a headache and wanted nothing more then to be in her lovers arms for everlasting comfort. Anzio Kanerich... The criminal that was gentle with the things he loved. Aka, her.
OOC: you said you had a tail thats not human :P.
Hjaldi laughed "your not worth my time if you think i treat you this way merely because you have breasts... " Hjaldi returned to his table grabbed his mug then trotted over to the counter to refill the mug. Drinking it up he looked over at the woman so easily could Hjaldi see she yearned for someone. Hjaldi chuckled to himself. thinking of the insults that she threw at him in frustration. Plus a couple new words he had never heard before in this land.
Hjaldi looked up over the crowd scanning the bar then went back to drinking "Hurry up you dumb bastard" Hjaldi thought to himself. Bothered at the missing person he awaited.
Quote from: Amaria, of the Brits on March 12, 2014, 06:58:07 AM
She broke into a blank observant stare, not hot or bothered by the robust nature of the commons. Hey... falling for one living with accompanied danger is a lesson best learned head on.
She strolled from the shadows, feet sifting what dust and debris lie waste to the ground, intense golden dipped iris's clinging to the sight as it unfurled before her. "My my," came the high pitched, de-monotoned mutter. Her hour glass form in motion, cutting a clean pathway to an unoccupied stool at the bar, hips in a sway.
OOC- I do not see mention of a tail
Amaria exhaled through clenched teeth as the beast of a man had finally left her to her own devices. About dam time. Who was he to dictate her life? Her reasoning for residing in this place? He certainly needed a lesson on modern day women since his inexperienced practically
oozed off of him. At that, she furrowed her brow.
Anzio strolled into the bar thay he was to meet Khainley at while guards chased a copy of himself down the street. He chuckled as he watched the guards go on their wild goose chase. Anzio began scanning the crowd for Khainley. He was late, so he knew she'd be here already, he just needed to find her.
Amaria had applied her soundless enchantment. Simply because she didn't want to draw anymore negative attention to herself. First, the company's wine division needed to eliminate three employee's because of a misunderstanding, and now, she had to ward off a bastard who takes pride in size intimidation, and undermining women. What... A... Day...
When the door opened, she didn't look to observe who it was. She merely snatched the bottle of sake the tender had served her minutes before, and stalked from the bar, and too a table. Albeit, a bigger one then she had intended. Only to find the 'table' was, in fact, a booth.
"Bollocks! I'm gonna go batshit before dawn, I swear!"
Anzio continued his search through the bar. Where was she? She should be here. He got an awful lot of looks from the patrons due to his gaudy apparrel and smiling mask, but that was normal. Many of them even knew exactly who he was and what he did, but he wasn't exactly trying to hide his criminal identity. He looked around and scratched his head. She had to be here somewhere.
OOC: i swore i read something about a tail lol whoops sorry :S
Hjaldi saw the man walk in with the smiling mask "Could it be him ? i wonder..." Hjaldi thought to himself.
Hjaldi had a job that was the only reason he goaded the woman was to find out whether she was the one or not. the absent minded fool who hired only gave the description that the person was talented with daggers and quick to a fight. Hjaldi looked out at the masked man, his head twisted and searched for something ... someone "Traveler! looking for something, or rather someone?" Hjaldi tried to sound kind which was rather hard with such a tedious language he had to use. "Come sit have a drink of this ...ale?" Hjaldi had no idea what he was drinking only that it was weaker then drinks he was used to.
"Maybe i can help you search for what you look for?" Hjaldi lifted the mug hoping to cox the masked man to reveal his face and also see if he really is the target he was hired for. Hjaldi
Anzio immediately regarded the man that had greeted him with suspicion. No one was just that nice. This guy was definitely up to something.
"I can manage," Anzio replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I think you've had enough to drink anyway if you can't even remember what it even is that you are drinking."
Hjaldi had to admit he was a little typsy he would let it play out. After all the woman she lo... where was the woman ... "Ah So you are connected to her?!" Hjaldi exclaimed now his fake appearance gone and realization was in his eyes. "Your looking for a woman are you not?" Hjaldi stood up rather quickly, hitting his head on a overhead beam. Hjaldi cursed then made his way over to the masked man. "If you are looking for the woman i think of then she was here a second ago but now she is gone. Cowards magic i think..." Hjaldi looked around for the woman. Then to the door he still had a job after all.
Something was definitely going on here. Anzio slid his right foot back slightly and tightened his grip on his staff.
"How do you know that," he asked. "Who are you?"
"I am Hjaldi Wrothgarsson, And i assume you are looking for a woman because one came in quite hot headed when i goaded her, she was quick to insult me back lucky for her she is not the one i was was looking for... but you you must be looking for her because the moment you walked in she is gone. and i do not mean walked out she used cowards magic a hiding spell i can feel it. and i can still smell you wench!" Hjaldi called out to the woman. He was not afraid of her in the slightest. In Hjaldi's home land woman were fighters as he was even his mother was a famous warrior of their clan he knew that many woman were skilled with a blade, but Hjaldi had skills also ones not many knew of...
"Thinking of taking my offer now?" Hjaldi smiled folding his arms in front of him. Hjaldi looked at the door still nothing... i guess he was alerted by the commotion or his tip was wrong he would have to go talk to that rat. He would get his pay another time. Looking back to the masked man he nodded motioning him to join Hjaldi at the table. "So why are you searching for such a woman? Could it be love or vengeance?" Hjaldi questioned
Anzio could feel anger welling up inside of him. He was insulting Khainley! HIS Khainley! Who did this guy think he was? Anzio kept his voice perfectly calm. He had become a great actor over the years.
"You should mind your own business," Anzio warned. "You should consider using your head for more than just a hair display once in awhile."
"Ah a lover then well you must not be using your head very much because she used cowards magic to hide from you...tsk tsk" Hjaldi shook his head. "Must have made her quite mad to want to run .. or maybe... she isn't yours not really maybe you only think she is yours?" Hjaldi was pushing buttons he could tell in the way he stood was too casual and not at all natural this man was acting.
"So you follow her and can't even show your face as you do you must be some sneak master ..no ... stalker ah that is the word!" Hjaldi was having troubles with the words. But he was enjoying the rise he was getting from the new patrons. "If you want to know she is still here ... i can smell her perfume and her scent as well... sh is oh so close to you and yet. so far." Hjaldi leaned back against the wall.
for a second Hjaldi thought he could see the woman. Hjaldi had to admit she was skilled even though it was cowards magic. Hjaldi looked down at the man clearly this man was agitated but to insult Hjaldi ... and yet the woman too. "Tell me human are you and your lover the only fools or do all men and women insult those who they know nothing of?" Hjaldi was amused at the infantile threats and insults they had hurtled at him. if it had been his land their heads would have been rolling on the floor by now, but Hjaldi knew he was not home, maybe he should change his speech. "I mean no offense i am not from your lands i jest but mean no true insult i apologize i joke... come sit?" Hjaldi knew he was taking a risk and would probably just be insulted again specially after the banter he had thrown at the masked man. but he may as well try he was in need of a guide in this world he was truly a wolf in the city...
"I know enough to insult you," Anzio replied. "You're just another rabble rouser who thinks that being tall and strong gives him the right to be an ignorant son of a bitch. If you insult my woman again, you'll find yourself drinking a bottle of whiskey from the wrong end."
Anzio's anger was getting more difficult to hide, but he managed to keep it together. If anyone didn't know enough, it was the brute. This mask was a safeguard against who he really was on the inside, the part of him that he wished to remain hidden. Still, this man was indeed rather large, and he would be quite difficult to fight, but Anzio would if he needed to. Khainley's honor was at stake.
"You good for nothing son of a bitch. Who gives a dam where you came from, cause I see no one in line for a story," Khainley said in her ice cold, deathly calm tone. Consequently enough, the door that opened revealed Anzio, and she hadn't yet greeted him considering she was using the invisibility glamour. Now, it peeled.
The woman slowly rose from the table, human like before, cloaked in a pencil skirt and matching blazer as evidence of her visiting at work, and let her hair fall to hide her face. "Hjaldi, I do believe you mentioned having something else to do... Someone to meet with? Take into consideration that both me ad him are not who you seek, nor will we offer aid in searching for such since your actions have proved you to be the wench... Not me."
Khainley spoke through gritted teeth as she rounded the table and calmly deposited the bottle of Sake to the tender. Chestnut brown hair continually obscuring her face in the process.
Hjaldi had enough of the insults he had not been insulted like this before and he would not stand for it now. "By the gods your head well roll and by the end of this i will have this whore on her knees begging for her lover's and her life! outside now you worthless shit!" Hjaldi was in the mood for a fight after all his contract was now void because of these worthless brats and for them to insult him they would pay dearly both of them.
You mask boy get your ass out that door now, and you woman.... pray he tires me out so i will only have enough energy to make him a woman and leave you be... wench." Hjaldi drew out the word so that every insult that could derive from the word would ooze from his mouth. Stomping outside, mostly because of his size but also his anger in part. Hjaldi turned at the doot "Are you coming boy or do i need to teach you a lesson here? and as for you you may as well make yourself useful a man over there looks lonely and you look cheap enough for him to offord you!" Hjaldi continued outside.
Now Anzio was positively enraged. No one insults his Khainley like that and lives. He immediately went outside to face the man.
"I'm going to make you pay for insulting my beloved! Come and get some you big dumb oaf!"
Anzio held his staff at the ready. This was going to get ugly.
Hjaldi stood there he had enraged the man good enraged men do not think straight. Battle was no stranger to Hjaldi he would play on this more. "I'm surprised you fight to defend her. The one who hid from you. Maybe she was here to see another lover? One more... blessed?" Hjaldi jabbed continuously at the man. He knew the risks greater attacks of power but they would not be thought out completely and he would have the advantage. Hjaldi stood at the opposite of this stick wielding man. Hjaldi had his two one handed swords at his sides tomahawks behind on his belt as well as his throwing knives daggers and dirks. They were all good weapons, even his bow. But this fight he would use his favorite weapon of choice. There before Hjaldi stood with a great sword a blade as large as he thick enough that it could cover his face whole. Glimmering in the moonlight and shimmer with every swing Hjaldi made. This was his blade he had made it and used it to the out most of it's effect and then even further still.
Hjaldi lifted the blade then kissing the flat of the blade drew ready bring it down to the ground , Hjaldi dropped down lo also drawing out his stance. He was ready he was confident he had fallen hundred of men with this blade and he would add another to the number. "Come now boy it's a good night to die!" Hjaldi spoke calm and collect. death was as outcome Hjaldi had tken into consideration and he was willing to take the outcome if the gods ordained but he would bring this whelp and his whore with him.
Khainley jerked back at the insults. By he gods! But as Anzio went out to fight him, she followed. "No, please, no! Just let it fly, I promise I won't come around here!" She turned her back to the man with the sword, tears pricking her golden eyes as she refused to let the man's whore insults get to her. She wasn't a whore! She was used! Big difference, Bitch!
"Anzio, please," she begged, "I don't... I don't want you hurt.."
"It's not me you have to worry about getting hurt," Anzio assured her. "He has challenged my honor, but, more importantly, he has challenged yours. That is something I cannot just let slide."
Anzio took occasional glances at the man over Khainley's shoulder to watch for treachery. He knew full well what a horrible idea this was, but what kind of man would he be if he just let his lover be insulted with no retaliation.
(OOC: : P I dunno if you guys are okay with me jumpin in like this and if you aren't I'll gladly leave)
Kriv was flying overhead sitting on his spear like a witch would a broomstick. "Goddamn mosquitoes." he muttered under his breath as he scratched vigorously at his arms. Sael rubbed her legs slowly in agreement. Suddenly, his elven ears twitched slightly as they picked up on Khainley's voice. "Imōto?" He asked himself quietly as he slowly descended to see what was going on.
((OOC- All is well, monsieur donkey))
She let out and exasperated sigh, all begging and pleading now out of date. She half turned to the man, looking him square in the eyes with a glare that set clients of hers on fire... Literally. "Fine. But your honor is just as important as mine."
It was as if they were watching a time elapse. At first, she wore a grey business blazer and pencil skirt, but the change blew over like a gust of wind. Melding such a suit of formality into her skin tight black gear. Two daggers strapped to her thighs, her staff in her hand, mimicking Anzio's stance, two crosses katana's at her back, and two hidden shinigami swords the size of mere butter knifes tucked in her combat boots.
"And don't talking me out of it, love."
"With that many blades I'm too afraid to try," Anzio jested.
Somehow, despite what was about to happen, he could still take the time to tease Khainley a bit. He didn't like the idea of her fighting as well, but he knew that as long as he fought, so would she. This guy needed to be taught a lesson, and this was personal.
She chuckled lightly, and glanced to Anzio with a hidden grin. "This kitty's got the claws, she poked, morphing her hand to look like the pink kirn paw, and pawing at the air at him. Before morphing it back and winking.
She might die. And she was ready, no doubt. All she had to do was ensure Anzio got safely OUT. And that might take some skill...
Hjaldi watched as the weeping woman begged her masked lover to not fight.... He had also thought he noticed something above flying about. Looking down he saw the woman now adorned in her armor. Hjaldi was displeased. "Fine you want to bleed too? Then meet my blade and.. my fangs!" As the words rose into the air a howl let out and then a massive wolf size of a horse. Black fur bright burning blue eyes and white fangs. "It is only fair i have my companion fight at my side then." Hjaldi posture did not budge a inch. He was ready for a fight and this both made things more difficult and yet ... easier...
Hjaldi had a plan but would need things to work out perfectly. Hjaldi looked into the girls eyes as she glared, such a glare had threat in it. Hjaldi was curious of what she could do. "how could i do this... the woman has weapons same as the one in the woods." Hjaldi thought of a former assassination contract he had before. "So safe to assume She is not afraid of the unseen. Both have walking staves but also have blades." Hjaldi could see that she would be the fun one... he had figured out the basis of his battle plan. Now what about the masked figure?... Hjaldi only could see his figure ans staff... "I'll play different with him..."
Hjaldi stood ready. The wolf at his side ready to leap forward fangs ready to tear the throat from his prey. Hjaldi was first to speak loud enough for all to hear. "Make your last words known! you two are lovers and may not be seeing the sun rise..." Hjaldi could see the love they had for each other which also baffled him why would the man let his love fight and most likely die. And if she loved him then why would she hie herself from him... Hjaldi pushed these questns from his mind he would ask the bloodied bodies after...
Amaria held a determined gaze for the fighter. Indeed, she was his encounter in the woods, and those wounds he'd given her took quite a while to heal. But she was Anzio's and Anzio was her's. Therefor, life and death meant more then meets the eye with those two. She would strive to stay alive, but if the moment called for sacrifice, she'd be there.
"Eh. Sunrise was always to bright in my opinion. You'd be doing me a favor," he poked. Summoning a trademark smirk. "And if you're going for threatening, i'd assume a confident posture because as of now you look as if you're bowing down to me, which I'm totally down with," she snickered.
"You're full of bullshit," Anzio told the man. "You speak of fairness, and yet you are a giant man and a giant wolf against a mere two humans. This is hardly fair."
Kriv peered down below, one of the 4 figures down there was Khainley. "Imōto!" He shouted a bit delighted to see his little sister again.
"Wait..." she looked up, and saw... Kriv! "Oh, hey my brother! How goes it?!" she called. As if she wasn't about to fight to he death. In fact, she tossed a mocking smile in Hjaldi's direction.
"Not exactly going great, but I can't complain." He said as he landed. "So what's up with you?" He asked as he strapped his obsidian spear to his back.
"About to fight and protect my soon-to-e husbands honor. Oh! This is Anzio, the one I told you about and you wanted to meet?" She hand-gestured to the masked man beside her before looking back up to Hjaldi. "Anyway, this giant called me a whore, ad wench, explaining why Anzio's here."
"You never told me you had a brother," Anzio said offering his hand to the newcomer. "I guess we're going to be in-laws."
Like Khainley, Anzio also acted as if Hjaldi wasn't even there, but he still kept his eye on him.
"Since he is your brother, I assume that he is to be the best man," Anzio asked Khainley.
It seemed an awfully bad time, place, and circumstance to be making wedding plans, but he didn't care. Maybe the big guy would even just walk away.
"He isn't biological,. Met him in a bar, same as you. He's just protective of me..." she shrugged and gave a small smile to Kriv. "And yes. Even if I have to tie him to a chair," she leaned in to whisper the next part, "or get phoenix to help me, he will be the best man. Right, bro?"
"Of course." Kriv replied as he eyed Anzio up and down. "Why don't you let me handle this one, this guy doesn't look too challenging."He mocked, kriv could always turn into a giant and stomp on this guy, but where's the fun in that?
"Nah. He cut deep... And will now pay dearly," she snarled, finally acknowledging the big oaf before them, and bearing canines. "Come get some," she muttered.
Kriv let out a long sigh, he didn't feel like fighting today and he wasn't about to let his sister get hurt. "Okay guy, it's literally 1004 against 2 you have no chance of winning, just walk away unharmed or leave dead in a sac." He pleaded with the man.
"Don't tell him that," Anzio told him. "There's no way we can get a sac big enough to hold that thing."
She had to giggle at their antics. Seriously, even in a life or death situation, she would at least get some humor during it. "Correction. Perhaps a punishment worse then throwing him into a sac would be using him as a mannequin for the most feminine of wedding dresses," she observed.
Hjaldi laughed at the notion of the masked man yelling about him not being fair. " By all means you should be honored i felt the need to Bring Fafnir out of the shadows! This means that even though my and Fafnir have size over you two ... i consider you equals in a fight..." Hjaldi was no fool in battle he had fought wars ad skirmishes before he had seen his grand father a true full blooded frost giant felled by a mere human who was just at the brink of manhood, He had seen many humans call upon magics and spirits. And Hjaldi saw the woman twist her arm into something paw like of a unnatural color. "If you are so sure that you need help fighting me then why in all the depths of Hjorns halls did you accept my challenge?" Hjaldi saw the elfish man drop down with his spear. talking to them. Hjaldi had to admit this was one of thee most odd duels...
Did he hear them mention marriage? "Hold! you to are to be married? Yet you woman hide from him as he entered the tavern using the cowards magic... and you hide your face from her while searching for her?! By all the gods above and below what is going on?!" Hjaldi now was more curious about there situation then even the duel. He was a curious boy as a child his mother told him he would loose a finger if he would not stop sticking it in things. All through his life he had grown wise but his curiosity was still a major part in his habits...
Fafnir looked up to Hjaldi in a confused manor. "As am i ... truly we are not in Fjeltic lands anymore..." Hjaldi looked down to Fafnir the wolf no longer crouched ready to strike instead he looked to Hjaldi for some semblance of and answer or command. "...fine go hunt. But keep eyes on the fog i may need you..." With that the wolf barked rather playfully nipping at the against hand gently then bounding down a alleyway till the steps of his paws were no longer heard. Hjaldi looked back the two were not, with exception of the masked man paying attention to him. Hjaldi stood legs getting sore from holding them in such a low crouch steadily for too long. He had dropped his attacking stance but was still ready to raise the enormous blade if need be.
Hearing the threat... or pleas from the third made Hjaldi quickly drop back into his stance. "And you be elvish Beyruin blessed you no ? the spear it is one of his hunting spears... i saw how you drifted upon it thrown it shall drift till hitting it's mark... yet you call her this human ... shifter sister?" Hjaldi was subsequently more and more confused of these lands nothing made sense. and elf blessed by the forest god given a sacred weapon. one who had those were considered better then human they would not talk unless Beyruin also blessed the human... and the human twisted her arm. On top of that the lover's quarrel. Hjaldi had to admit in his now sober thought the banter he had hurtled out to woman were... brash. But in the same she had insulted him in ways he needed blood for. but this elf character he was even more curious. And something about her being able to shift size and step on Hjaldi his grandfather told stories of such people but he had never heard of them from any others... Although his grandfather did venture past most borders frost giants tread
"This is a duel of woman all you two are doing is bickering my own grandmother would have slit your throats by now! quit the whining yes i have insulted you as you have me and now we have produced metal if yee are too scared to feel metal on metal then go and produce bastards in the barn over there and let me drink!" Hjaldi was fed up with the meaningless chatter.
OOC: by the gods you guys post small and fast and here i am trying to put out a good long post keep having to add to it because you keep posting :P
"Fine. But why don't we even the sides?" She was standing calmly, before her form began to... grow? Not losing it's shape, just altering size. In all around ten seconds she was mirroring Hjaldi's size and stance. Smiling as her staff was brought out and set before her. "Now, shall we?"
"Bloody hell." Kriv sighed. He waved his hand and a gaping hole appeared under the man. "Just piss off would you."
All Anzio could do was watch as Khainley and her adopted brother demonstrated their power. All Anzio could do was make people see things. He began feeling awfully inferior compared to the two powerhouses.
"Hey, Anzio," she lowered a slender fingered hand onto the ground, allowing him to hop s choosing. "Can I use so help up here Mr Illusionist?" She asked, with a soft smile.
"What do you need, my dear," Anzio asked accepting the offered hand.
"After you get down from there I need to talk to you for a second Anzio." Kriv said surrounding what was really a command with a polite tone.
"Oh, ya know," she looked to Kriv with a questionable lift of her brow, keeping her eyes down as she continued. "I thought perhaps you would like to fight with me at an... equal level? Ya know... wanna... grow to a giant?" she found the conversation a bit... awkward. Since she was sometimes known as a 'pervert' in mind and she was thinking about both his body... and a part of his body enlarging... like hers...
Oh wow, she needed help...
"Actually, I've been thinking," Anzio began. "I can't let you fight this man. I can't risk losing you after I just got you. Besides, I think I have a much safer alternative to fighting."
"Remember, I'm the one with the knives, love." She was irritated. By the demons her fiance was blind sometimes. Blind when it came to combat. "I know I'm female... and you won't lose me, Anzio. I'm already to far gone in the dpeths of hell. Believe me..." she said, whispering the last part for only him to overhear.
"This isn't a matter of knives, the superior gender, or hell," Anzio replied. "It's a matter life and death. If something happens to you I will never forgive myself, and if I were to lose you I would kill myself because I would have no further reason to live."
Anzio reached out and rested his hand on Khainley's cheek.
"Please. Let me take care of this. I know a way that will keep everyone from getting killed. Don't let me lose you."
"You may," she said lowly. The tone of her voice uncharacteristically dark and cold. "But I have a history with this giant... he's hurt me before. And now I have the chance for payback, and you brush it aside..." she turned away from his hand, and retreived a bow and fifteen arrows.
"That wasn't smart."
"History? What history," Anzio asked hiding how much it hurt when she turned away. "What has he done that is worth you dying and leaving me forever?"
"Who said a dam thing about dying," she asked. Stringing an arrow, and refusing to look at him. Stepping further away as she retreived a katana from her back. "He stalked me once in a wood. Tracked me and slammed me into a tree."
She looked at him then. Albeit coldly and unyeilding. "Dont ever forbid me to fight...its like commanding me not to breathe."
"I don't want you to fight because I'm afraid of you no longer breathing," Anzio replied softly as he took a step back.
There was nothing he could do to stop her now. He should have never agreed to fight that man because now Khainley was going to. What had he done?
She had a tear flowing unsteadily down her cheek, but she didn't acknowledge it. Her face maintaining its hard demeanor. "Then I guess me not breathing is just as ok as me not fighting... right, my fiance?" She said. Voice wavering with every word. Oh yes... she was heavily crying. But still, she remained steady with her hands. Ready to complete a shot should the moment present itself.
"That's not what I said," Anzio replied desperately trying to hide the fact that tears were flowing beneath his mask. "What happened to you? Where's the Khainley that I know? This isn't you."
"She's-" she stopped. The bow and arrow drawn into a readied strike... was then lowered. Her hand loosened, and she shrunk back down to the size of a human. A regular human...
"I..." she collapsed against the wall, dropping the weapon. "I... I don't know..." she whispered faintly.
Anzio was immediately at her side and wrapping his arms around her. Making sure that his back was turned toward the others, he took off his mask and kissed Khainley's cheek.
"I love you, Khainley," he said softly. "I can't lose you. I'd rather die than lose you."
Anzio gave her another kiss and held her tight, not caring that Hjaldi was still waiting for a fight. Khainley was his primary concern.
"You think I will stand here... and let you hurt? You must be out of your fuckin mind." Despite her wording she threw her arms around him... knowing she wouldn't let him fight alone. Or else... if he left her... "you said you wouldn't leave me...you SAID you never would," she cried.
"I won't leave you," Anzio replied finding it incredibly difficult not to cry right now. "I promise that I will never ever leave you."
Anzio pulled back, wiped away her tears, and looked into her eyes.
"You don't need to worry about a thing, my love. I have a way out of this, and then you and me can walk away and laugh about it when we look back at it 20 years from now. You just need to let me do what I need to do. I promise you that no one will get hurt."
She averted her eyes. A long pause following his admitting to them in the furture. "Fine, Anzio. Do whatever makes you content..." she said. Pulling away, holding up her hands and disappearing down a shadowed allyway soon after.
She needed the distraction... and now, she might go insane without it.
Anzio reached out his hand toward her as she walked away.
"Khainley, please," he begged.
Anzio sighed and dropped his arm. This was all his fault, and now he had just driven away the one person who had ever shown him any love. He put his mask back on and stood. He stared down the alleyway where Khainley had gone, thinking of how he could have made things turn out better. Anzio then turned to Kriv.
"Follow her. Make sure she's ok. I'll deal with the big guy. I don't think she wants to talk to me right now anyway."
Her body felt... deflated. Shed never been denied the chance to fight. Never. Why would the person she cared most about... be the first to? "Anzio... Why do you do this..." she said. Halting her progress only to reach out and punch the concrete wall. The bones in her hand crackled and broke but she barely flinched. "Dammit..."
"Got it man." Kriv replied. "Stay here Sael." He ordered his arachnid companion as he set her down. Sael gave a disgruntled rub of her legs as she started to grow until she was the size of a boulder. "Imoto!" Kriv called after Khainley as he ran down the dark alleyway.
"I dont need protection, Kriv. Ill be damned if Anzio rewrites my life... I can fight, and he refuses to see that. Why shouldI get married to a man who has little faith in me," she spits out, as if it tasted like bile.
"You've made the fact that you need no protection apparent in several conversations." Kriv replied with a wide smile as he tried to lighten the mood. "And I don't know much about marriage, but based off what Sael has told me, it's somewhat like nature, there needs to be a balance, and there need to be opposing forces that keep each other in check, Anzio is trying to play the strong noble, your usual role, but in actuality he is a rouge hero." He explained. "Are you following me?"
"Yes." She lifted her broken hand, sighing, before clenching it and uselessly punching the wall with it again. The bones, or whqt was left, shattered. Not a flinch.
"Wha' the hell did you do to your hand?" He asked with concern.
"Same thing you just saw... only harder." She flexed her fingers only to find the joints bent at awkward angles. She left it limp at her side as she continued walking. Realizing there was no way anzio could live through that fight. No. Way. And that she was calmly leaving him without shedding a single tear. Why cry over the one you love when they dont trust your abilities to defend?
(OOC Whatever happened to our Fenrir buddy? I've been waiting on him.)
((OOC- I ner. Where'd he stomp off to??))
"Khainley." Kriv sighed as he floated after her on a puff of air. "You can't be mad at him for being protective." He explained.
"Yes. Protective. As in, having doubts on certain dangers, and TALKING IT OUT WITH YOUR FIANCE!" She shrugged with the exasperation of a hormonal teen, and stomped hallway down the walkway in between the buildings. The sun upon setting casting an eerie gleam in the now shimmering streetlit alleyways.
Kriv let out another sigh. "What would you do if you were me, because I'm absolutely clueless at this point." Kriv asked as he continued to follow her.
"Just... Just go help him. God I may be pissed, but I still can't find the will to live without him." She half turned to Kriv with and expression so terribly blank and grave. "Watch over him for me. He refuses contact rather verbally or physically with me. And if her doesn't want to see me, it mine as well be you."
"You got it little sis." He said with a playful grin as he ruffled Khainley's hair before going back down the alley way. "Anzio! She said she's fine" He shouted on his way back.
(OOC I'll give Bringer two more days before going on without him.)
(OOC The show must go on.)
Anzio stumbled out of the tavern, but it wasn't because he was injured. He was drunk. His alternative to a fight was a drinking contest. The contest was actually still going on. Anzio had slipped out and replaced himself with a copy once his opponent was intoxicated enough to not notice. However, Anzio had never been much of a drinker, but he had just drunk a LOT of alcohol. Anzio stumbled over to the alleyway that Khainley had went down, but he collapsed after taking two steps. He was so drunk.
It wasn't sound that halted progress down the alley. She was still tensed even after walking the spidery networks. No, she felt breeze. Down the back of her shirt. So subtle and small, most would be oblivious. But not the CEO. "Whoever you are, I mean no harm unless you fuck with me. Not in the mood right now."
Anzio rolled onto his back and stared at the sky. He had tried standing up several times, but he was just too dizzy and disoriented. Anzio did the only thing he could think of. He started calling her name.
"Khainley....Khainley....I took care of it just like I said, and no one got hurt. I made everything better, Khainley."
Anzio was beyond intoxicated.
"No, you didn't," she said, suddenly bent over Anzio with intense gold eyes in a shimmer. "You're drunk, aren't you?"
She, unlike him, was not in charge of what he did. So, she spoke with no feeling whatsoever. She could care less what he did on his own regardless of his relationship with her. Indeed, it gave her inner unease, but she was far from claiming his freedom.
"I most shertainly am, my dear," Anzio slurred. "We...We should go be..before the big guy finds out that the me he's drinking against isn't me. That would be bad. That would be very bad."
Anzio was now just rambling like a drunken idiot, mostly because he was a drunken idiot. But he believed that he had saved Khainley from harm, so he didn't mind.
She turned her head sideways and expelled a breath. "Jesus, kid." She Laced an arm behind his shoulders, and lower back. Slowly bringing him to a sitting position before snaking an arm around his waist and hauling him to stand, and lean on her. Staying still so he could get comfortable. It'll be a looooooooooooong walk.
"I made everything better and no one got hurt," Anzio said again as Khainley picked her.
He nearly fell over again, but held on to Khainley for support.
"Nobody got hurt, just I promised. Everything is just hunky-dory now."
She groaned. That was it. She couldn't deal with a drunken Anzio. She conjured a glass of water, and a packet. Struggling to rip the foil, but succeeding nonetheless. And spilling the clear fluid into the glass. "Drink," she instructed. Pinning that fiancé of hers to the wall.
Anzio slapped himself three times before he was able to locate the edge of his mask and pull it off. He drank the glass of water as instructed, but immediately vomited after afterward, his stomach having reached full capacity. At least he was still smart enough to avoid vomiting on Khainley. He then went into a small fit of coughing.
"I feel horrible," he murmured after the coughing concluded.
"Consequences," she said lightly, and softly. Hugging tightly to his waist as her vomited so she wouldn't get it caught on her. "The drink was meant to assure you no longer are intoxicated, thus ridding your system of bad toxins..." Some people forget how inventor smart she is sometimes...
"I'm ridding my systems alright," Anzio mumbled.
His speech was getting more jumbled and harder to understand as time went on. His eyelids were also becoming increasingly heavy, and he was swaying back and forth and relying more and more on Khainley for support.
"I want sleep."
"Shh, I know." She bit her lip, and inwardly groaned. Lordy jesus this was gonna be a looooooooooooooooong night. Goddammit... "Here," she said resigned. She slowly helped him to lay upon the ground that was surrounded by... pillows? Indeed. The innate sleeping material.
It only took Anzio mere seconds before he fell asleep once he was laying on the pillows. He was not wearing his mask, but he didn't really care at that point because, well, he was asleep. Actually it was half sleeping, half passed-out, but the effect was the same. He wouldn't be waking up for awhile.
She brushed her hand over his forehead, taking a minute to observe the calm features of his beautiful face before closing her eyes as the surroundings shimmered. It swerved until the colors swirled a bit and turned into their bedroom in Twilight island. Where Anzio lay upon their bed as opposed to the pillows.
She had only three seconds to jump onto the bed before the energy drain dragged her into a deep sleep.
Anzio grumbled, tossed, and turned in his sleep as he was having a dream. His random movements eventually found Khainley, and he instinctively pulled her in and wrapped his arms around her. He sighed contentedly in his sleep once he had her, and slept calmly again. Khainley had become the source of human comfort that a child would normally find in its mother. Though she did not know it, Khainley had become everything Anzio had been deprived of as a child. She was his lover, comfort, friend, and happiness among other things. She had become the absolute center of Anzio's universe.
Even in her sleep, his embrace propelled her to turn in his arms and wrap her arms around his waist. Burying her face into his warmed chest. Believe it or not, he was her soul focus almost every damned day. And... it would always be like that. Even through tough times...
Anzio slept for a long time. It was almost 11:00 by the time he awoke and experienced his first hangover. Needless to say, he did not enjoy it. He felt absolutely horrible, and he held on to Khainley as if holding her would make the unpleasant feelings go away. She always had an answer for everything. She could help him.
"You should feel better in five, just keep holding me..." she mumbled sleepily. So suddenly, her body heat increased, as did a magic she gave way that possessed a healing elixir within the wavelengths. She always watched out for he Anzio.
Anzio could feel the waves of magic coming off of Khainley. It felt really nice and relaxing. He snuggled as close to her as he could. He would never understand how he got so lucky to be chosen by Khainley to be with forever, but he wasn't going to complain. She was always there for him when he needed her, and she could very easily take care of him. Anzio wished that he could do the same for her, but he was simply a mere illusionist.
She was nestled in his embrace, but groaned as she shifted. Dam, she slept on her side... That resulted in morning aches an pains. "Mother fucker..." She detached from Anzio, slid off the bed, and collapsed at the floor. "Dammit!" She lay sprawled beside the bed with a scowl. "I hate that stupid spell..."
Anzio immediately moved to Khainley's aid, but ended up tumbling off the bed also and landing on the floor next to her. He crawled up next to her.
"Are you ok? What's wrong?"
"My back, and side, and neck and body in general." She groaned and smacked an arm over her eyes. "My god...." It hurt so bad. and it didn't help how the spell that made Anzio feel healthy was only an enchantment that extracted his pain and put it on her.
Anzio picked Khainley up and gently placed her back onto the bed. He covered her with the sheets and gave her a kiss.
"How can I make you better," he asked.
Suddenly a bellow could be heard from the street. "Where are you elf!? i demand an apology! The hole he had open made me fall into a forest i had never known and took me ages to find this place!" Hjaldi was disgruntled but not that he was made to look a coward, or even that he did not get to renew his honor and fight his insulting opponents. in all honesty he was made cause the portal that had opened dropped him over trees and one of his daggers had fallen out and by the twisted humor of the gods ended up stabbing itself into his buttocks. Wincing a bit at the reminder of the pain Hjaldi reached back rubbing the spot the wound had once been.
Hjaldi lifted his massive head sniffing at the air and smiled. "I can smell you! the one with the mask come out i do not care about the insults nor what you or your ...lover do i only want an apology from that Beyruin forsaken elf!" Hjaldi was yelling but had a tone of annoyance not anger nor anything maleficent, there was no tone of a wish to do harm. His voice rang true he merely wished for an apology for the portal and to merely talk to them. Hjaldi never held grudges the fact that the skirmish did not happen he saw as a sign the gods did not wish it.
"Just a pain in the back and neck, no biggie, my love." She caught him by the wrist and playfully tugged so he fell face first back onto the bed with her own childish giggle. "You are heavy! I had to use magic to bring us home!" She rolled on her side to face Anzio, a grin in place, before frowning slightly at the call of the giant again. "Ignore pests... he'll go away if we don't acknowledge him..."
Anzio laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. He knew that he had made Khainley very upset, but she wasn't showing it now. What had he done to upset her so much in the first place? No one had gotten hurt, just like he promised, and the matter was resolved. What had he done that was so wrong?
She kept thinking about their fight... Why would hr dare to disgrace her methods of fighting and crap? She has more skill manually then him! And yet... he was so set on letting her watch... and it hurt like a bitch to...
Anzio couldn't take the unbearable silence any longer.
"What did I do wrong." he asked.
"Well, for one, you dissed e when I was prepared for a fight... That giant didn't hurt just your pride, you know... I was involved in every way that you weren't. Personally, physically, mentally... You get the point..." she replied quietly. Turning her head to face away from him with her eyes closed.
"How did I diss you? I just didn't want you to get hurt. Should I not care about your well-being?"
That answer just made Anzio even more confused. How had he insulted her? He had fixed everything, and with no casualties. What was so wrong about that?
"Forget it, Kanerich." She turned her head back to him, silent for a moment, before standing and stretching with a satisfying crack. "Finally..." she mumbled. Kneading the area slight with a paw before tossing her hair over her shoulder.
Anzio sighed. Women were impossible. He knew better than to press the issue. Khainley probably just wanted some space or something like that.
Sebastian swiftly pulled up a stool and sat upon it at the lip of ge bartop, an easy smile in play as he declined the tenders offer for a drink, and surveyed thd area without lingering on those who stared at him. Crimson eyes bare and unyeildih but also half lidded amd feigned some charm.
She sighed, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders in a side hug... Casual. "Sorry, love. A bit moody, lately... And sensitive," she added as an afterthought, tapping her chin.
Anzio wrapped his arm around Khainley and pulled her into a full hug without saying a word. He didn't have anything to say, he just wanted a hug, to feel her warm, soft body pressed up against his own. It was such a simple thing, a hug, but it was a wonderful thing.
Her eyes widened, and she soon altered her stance so that it ensured she could be fully pressed against him. She nestled her face into the crook of his neck and exhaled slowly. She really did love him... Only he knew how to break the barrier's... how? She didnt know....
Anzio just kept hugging her. He hadn't made any plans beyond wrapping his arms around her, so he would just keep her that way until he could come up with somewhere to go with all of this.
Wow... Good job anzio~ *thumbs up*))
She sighed, and tripped him. Yes, tripped him, so he fell back onto the bed as she smirked. "Well, well, well... I certainly hope you dont succumb to a womans fight..." She turned away and fixed her hair in the mirror, primping as if nothing happened.
Anzio landed on the bed in shock. He had not been expecting to be tripped. Anzio looked at Khainley with a puzzled expression. What was that for? What happened to the hugging? Women were so confusing.
After primping, something she'd rather not do again unless necessary, she sat on the bed, and laid beside Anzio. Throwing an arm over her eyes, and exhaling deeply. "That giant thinks he has a sense of humor... screwing with us like that...."
"Well, at least it's all over with now."
Even though Anzio didn't exactly understand what all exactly was going on with Khainley at the moment. He decided to just chalk it up as some unusual occurrence that he would probably have to deal with again later. His knowledge on women was lacking, so he decided to just leave it go because the one thing he did know about women was that they sometimes did not like to be bothered.
"Anzio..." she called softly.
Anzio propped himself up on his elbows and turned to Khainley.
"What?"
She turned to face him, and laid her head on his chest. Curling up. She was getting pissy over nothing... She just wanted to be held...
Anzio immediately took the hint when Khainley's laid her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. She really wasn't making any sense at the moment. One minute she's upset at him over something and now she wants him to hold her. He figured the best thing to do was to just be there and do whatever she wanted at the moment, and right now she wanted to be held. He pulled her close and planted a light kiss on her head. This was much more preferable to arguing.
She liked this remedy to bickering.
She tucked her head under his chin, and wrapped her cute tail around his waist.
(OOC I'm running out of things to post. I don't know how much longer we can milk this thing :P )