Mini-dragon lizard things

[Anonymous]

Isohkuye was doing nothing more then what came natural - avoiding crowds like the plague. To her it seemed that whenevr she got involved with a crowd, someone would just... tick her off. Or, well, something would just go wrong! But, really, shit does happen. It's uncontrollable, but Iso found that it was always worth the time to put a little extra effort into trying to avoid future mishaps, if only to lessen the blow. And, well, that's just what she was doing. She had a rather valuable, rare.. egg. She had a buyer around here somewhere who was interested in the type of little creatures that popped out of eggs. As long as the damned thing didn't hatch in her bag, Iso was almost perfectly capable of accepting this journey.

Iso was wearing what she normally wore - worn, brown breeches, soft leather boots, and a dark, close-fitting tunic. They were worn but were holding up well. She was satisified with the amount of money she made, and she got to choose her days off and sleep in, if she could afford to waste time. But today was not one of those days. It cost money to travel, and usually, she made clients in advance through numerous associates so she could wind up selling numerous items along the way.

Of course, what it was something as delicate as an EGG, Iso vaguely wondered what it'd be like if she had chosen to find and sell something different. But that thought rarely stayed for more then 2.5 seconds, due tot he fact she didn't believe on dwelling on things that couldn't be changed. And this was not something that could be changed. Well, it could but at the cost of pay and alot of money lost to travel to Cerenis. All in all, it'd be an excruciating waste of time, patience, life, air, breath, and sanity that, although to everyone worthless, to her was rather expensive and taxed her. So, if she was going to sell a damn egg, she wasn't going to turn the hell around. No, no, no.

Her associate had spoken of somewhere by the ports, by a small bazaar with a little courtyard off to the side. Well, that was -very- descriptive of her informant, but of course she was still going to search for it. And goddamnit all to hell, she'd find it! Money -was- money and if it didn't make the world go round, it sure as hell made HER'S go round. That was all there was too it.

To get to this little, insignificant courtyard, she had to cut through crowds. Which made it difficult to protect the egg inside it's shoulder bag, to keep it from getting jostled, and keeping her patience all at the same time. It didn't take long for her to stiffen her shoulders and force her way through the crowd. So damn busy. Couldn't anyone do an exchange at night? It was easier on her eyes as well.

Chestnut, with yellow flecks, colored eyes peered out, loose chocolate brown tendrils falling from her French braid as she finally managed to twist off into the bazaar. It was just as crowded and pushy, but she was damn near up against a building, eyes half-lidded in severe boredom, anger, and a vague sense of indifference. Until a shift in her shoulder bag warned her that she'd soon have a new, unique temporary companion.

"Marvelous. I'm charging extra," she mumbled, clutching the bag tighter. She didn't really want to see the little creature that may, at any given moment, pop out.

She was not going to be deemed something's... 'mommy'. She had a perfectly fine cat waiting for her at home. As pathetic as that sounded, the cat at everything smaller then it. And, plus, Iso had no intentions of getting attached to any more living things. They died quick, they smelled, they needed food... they were just a pain in her ass. Even though she, herself, looked as human as the next human.

After a deep breath she shoved herself into the steady flow of customers and someone shoved against her side, a loud crack and her eyes slitted. What the hell was the buyer even BUYING? So what was it she had in her shoulder bag that was struggling to get out? Was it a mini-dragon? Was it a snake? Was it some creature she had never seen before?

"Mother ----" Her voice was cut short as she was shoved again, as it seemed everyone seemed uninterested with her once more, and she slammed into quite a few people before stopping, pulling off the shoulder bag before a... yes, a mini-dragon lizard, thing popped out, tail lashing out angrily as some people jumped back, little kids jerked back by caring moms.

"The hell is it?" Iso asked herself, wondering if it was poisonous. And how much it'd hurt if it bit her -when it realized that it was half in a shoulder bag being carried by some strange woman.

Then, for all things to happen, it leapt out, and darted through the crowd, right to a stand. The person, by all means, freaked out, starting throwing things and breaking things. Iso assumed she should probably slide into the stilled crowd and disappear. But it was so... awkwardly amusing watching someone trying to stop on a little mini-dragon lizard thing. Of course, when the owner of the stand stopped, realized their stand was garbage, pointed at her and demanded compensation.

"Almighty Gods! Did you not just see that thing? I wasn't the one who stomped on your stand. I think your the one who did it, actually. And I'm only a carrier - in all technicality, that thing isn't mine. Although, when I find the owner, I'll be more than happy to send them in your direction to give you appropriate compensation for your own idiocy," Isohkuye said, unable to stop her mouth from running away with her.

And the owner seemed to just get redder and redder in the face. Oh well. Shit really does happen.


(post sucks! 8D tired & bored <3)

[Anonymous]

Port cities were, without exception, busy, and Cerenis had no pretentions towards being different. Alish watched with caustic disdain the mad antics of hawkers attempting to woo his attention for love of his coin. Despite the din of their desperate pleas, he threaded resolutely through the writhing mass of bodies surrounding him. And while their voices accosted him at every step, none made physical contact, not even to so much as brush beside him.

Even were he dressed in rags, his noble lineage would be obvious merely from the gait of his walk and all gave way before him. He moved as though every disc in his spine were welded together, his shoulders straight and his eyes focused before him as though fixed upon a destination too distant for mortal sight to glimpse. His stride was long but unhurried, as though he shared the waterfront with no man and were at liberty to stroll at his liesure. And while he was not dressed in rags, neither was he gilted in the finery of his station either.

No, Alish was dressed for war.

His trousers and doublet were woven from greased grey wool, a stout material of sturdy weave which could easily turn a misplaced blow, though incapable of stopping it. While it lacked the over all protection of conventional armour, it allowed Alish the ability to  manoeuvre himself with greater precision and alacrity. His steel-shod boots were crafted from tanned shark skin, the only fish native to the Rovac isle, as were his gloves, the belt about his waist and scabbard covering his sword. Little of his ensemble could be seen however, for the heavy grey canvass cloak which encompassed him. Where the wind unfurled it at the edges, it was seen to be lined with fine silk, the precise shade of virgin snow.

His placid expression seemed eternal, chisled from marble and suseptable to only erosion, and only maybe, however he awoke from his revelry as the sound of one girls plight reached his ears. He did not know her, nor the facts surrounding her current travails, but the crimson face staring at hers held hatred in its eyes and did not seem a stranger to violence, if the ruin arrayed around the man was anything to judge by.

Stopping, he turned towards them, appraising what he could of what had occoured by the evidence strewn before them as he approached, condensing information from the vapours of nuance. The girl child was a peasant of some sort and the man clearly a merchant, but Alish had never been one to allow matters of class and station to interfere with justice. He studied her behind quicksilver eyes, which upon momentary examination seemed purely white void both of pupil and iris, but were one to concentrate on them they would see colours swirling over the surface, almost unnoticable and ever-changing like a prism. What he saw left little impression upon him, and he turned his attention to the man and his errant anger.

'I trust all is well, here?'

[Anonymous]

(oh, this should prove interesting)


The Mordecai's prescence induced Isohkuye's natural form. She shivered and trembled slightly, the iridescent scales trailing up her spine, rippling up her neck and over her face, and almost as soon as Alish revealed himself, she held back as much as she could, and as he turned to look at the angered stand-owner, it was making her sick to even try to hold onto her human form. The scales covered her entire body - iridescent, and glittering blues and purples in the light. There were small, sensitive scales over her face and lips, a soft purple-blue color. She brushed back her hair, the yellow in her eyes sharper. It was his prescence. And now people were looking at her - somewhat startled by the fact she no longer appeared human.

Then again, she wasn't. But she knew she wasn't too startling - strange creatures were commonplace, and she was just another. But it unnerved her that Alish could induce her natural form. And it seemed to her he hadn't done anything. So, did that mean he was a Mordecai? From the kingdom against magic-users? That's the only people she knew that could nullify magic. Which meant her elemental abilities wouldn't be working well. That was truly fine with her - she rarely used them anyway.

"Ahhh, n-no, sir," the formerly angered stand-owner said, obviously being smart enough to identify the strength of Alish, and those eyes of his - quicksilver without iris or pupil made shivers crawl along his back and legs. He took a few steps away, and chose to ignore them - and hopefully they'd go away - and started picking up pieces of his stand.

The dragon thing scurried to Iso, and she glared at the thing. She grabbed it with a clawed hand and studied it. She shook her head lightly and suddenly looked at Alish, she tilted her head. It would be nice if she knew if her life was in danger or not, especially now that he could identify she was no human.

"Are you from that magic-hater kingdom?" She asked him, hoping he wasn't a freelancing radical that would suddenly turn around in kill her.

That'd -really- ruin her day. But she was rather placid about it all. If he chose to kill her, she could try running away, but the more she studied her possible escape, the chance appeared smaller and smaller. Especially with her feet constricted in the boots, the claws scratching at the tops, and the rough scales grating the insides of it, she already knew running wouldn't be an enjoyable experiance.

What was with Alish? His eyes - their appearance was white - no, wait, upon closer inspection they were... 'normal'. It was almost unidentifiable the swirling colors. She realized if she had been in her human form, her eyes would have been unable to detect the changing surface.

Isohkuye's indifferent expression fell on her face again. As she became the studious student she noticed more and more about Alish. He seemed infused with royal blood, or some high status by the way he walked, and it seemed an extreme part of him. Recalling her homeland and the paradise she remembered, anyone of high status only wore lavish and elaborate things, decorating their bodies fully. Some hardly wore any clothing - but it was more acceptable in their natural form then human.

Would this day never ene? It all started with trying to earn a few bucks. Too much trouble in one day for something as trivial as a coin.

[Anonymous]

Alish's attention remained fixed upon the vexed vendor, unblinking eyes boring into the man's back. His face betrayed no emotion and gave away no hint of intent. It held only the bleakness which spoke of a warrior's rapture and casual ruthlessness. Though he registered the daemon's query, he did not answer immediately, nor offer any sign he had heard her.

He had come to this city in search of his sister, Danae Alish, whom had reportedly come to this contenant and secreted herself amongst its inhabitants. His information claimed she was travelling under the name of Nimue Bregus and he had journeyed to this place for the purpose of retrieving her, though he knew not precisely where she might be. He knew that by accepting this undertaking risks would be involved. A Lord does not simply abandon their demesne,  even with a proper shatayan to adjudicate in his absense for anything less than matters of State, and he would eventually have to answer for his lapse. Furthermore, he was Mordecai, and his very existance was protected with the utmost confidentiality. The ramifications of his true nature being revealed could be far reaching indeed, should the Monarchy ask for his death - As was well within Their rights to do so - it could bring about a civil war. The Rovac tended towards independance, and while the Connlaothian yoke was light, there were still iconoclasts eagre for insurrection. Indeed, Alish himself belonged to the Code of Night - A secret organization dedicated to the proposition of Rovac independance and right to their own manifest destiny.

Though burdened terribly by these thoughts, his face remained ever so tranquil as he turned his attention towards the daemon child and her hatchling. When he addressed her, he spoke so lightly it was difficult to determine whether he spoke aloud or not, his voice a thing more felt than heard, lurking just beyond the peripheral borders of hearing.

'I carry an artefact of antiquity which allows me to pierce illusions. A most useful tool for one of my station. . . Now, since your friend has been struck mute, perhaps you will tell me what has transpired.'

[Anonymous]

Commoners.

They were all the same to Alish. Little better than animals really, seeking only to sate their hungers, shelter themselves from the elements and wallow in their base lusts. They lacked the patrician sense of responisbility inherent of nobility or even a soldiers appreciation of the body politic, instead they were born incapable of embracing abstract ideals over fleshly desires. Self absorbed, clawing over their kin at the clink of two coins, they sickened him - But it fell to him to defend their shallow existances.

Raising his voice he addressed the two before him, whom had caused the distraction which lulled his attention, in a stage whisper loud enough for any gathered and dropping eaves to hear clear enough.

'As a Lord, it is my obligation be dilligent of all matters, great and small, which disturb the peace. The two of you were at the point of violence over a matter of such trifling importance neither will speak of it now. Very well, hear my judgement: This man's livlihood has been compromised, and he obviously held you accountable. You do not deny it, and it is quite clear to me you have to no means to repay his losses. Let it not be said I know no kindness.

'However, since you will not rise to meet me Merchant, you may collect your dues from wence you are most comfortable: On your knees.'

From within his heavy cloak he withdrew a handful of coin, many gold and at least three showing the pale brilliance of platinum, and tossed them disdainfully to the ground. While every eye busied intself in tracking their individual routes of escape, Alish utilized the oppourtunity to make his escape, turning on his heel and striding through the crowd.

He was well and truly amongst barbarians now, where daemons could be found walking amongst men on hindlegs and none seemed concerned. Without realizing it, his right hand fell to the pommel of his sword, Raunen Song, and gripped the hilt with white knuckled hatred. Perhaps the price of finding his sister was too high at that, this was certainly not an auspicious beginning.

Perhaps.

 But he could not say now, after all, decisions born in anger must be baptized in reason. He would take lodgings for the night and contact the informant waiting for him here first. Only then could be objectively decide.