|| @0atheus || liked for a starter || fantasy verse ||
In a local pub a group of loud yet civil visitors were having a blast. The alcohol was flowing, the music made by them filled the surrounding streets. It was a good vibe all around. Finishing his next mug with beer, he looked at the other guests at the pub.
"Hey there, does a gal want a drink with some festive lads?"
Daarzan is the leader of a notorious mercenary group known as the 'Schwartz Krieg', which is why other guests were hesitant to interact with them or even accept a drink from them.
“what? you gonna eat me? go ahead won’t do shit, but you’re welcome to try. just know I’ll split you open as I go down as a temporary goodbye present.” hi hydre ur wife is here
"Why you insist on tempting me is beyond me; Perhaps you're more human than I give you credit for - perhaps more nightfolk, indeed. And wouldn't that be interesting? How twisted and irreparable your fate would be, then." He wore a calm, lazy grin, as if he hadn't said anything new at all, let alone the chilling effect it had on the air. On the surface, altogether harmless, but a grain of truth far more probable persisted in the undertow. "Mm, but perhaps that's truth as it stands - caught in Fate's web, destined-doomed to lead an eternally miserable life without hope for reprieve, the sweet release of the death you crave. Perhaps you are trapped in the purview of more than just one god - and who am I to spoil their fun?"
Snow dusted his hair and ice slowly accumulated on his skin, pearl blue scales rimmed with all the same. Patience had never been his strong suit in the short-term of things, and he was less than impressed by her petulant whining. Bitter and mean, he may have been, too irritable a dragon for his own good, but if she wanted to be put down, then he would gladly give it to her.
Still, not an ounce of the threat he posed lingered in either his expression or his voice as he rose to his feet, gangly legs pulling him upright, hands stuffed into his pockets. His eyes were cold, colder than a Miraglasian deepfreeze, and though he stared her down, many thoughts passed through his mind.
To be cruel, or to be constructive - among the chiefest, though perhaps the damage had already been done. Maybe a second opportunity to amend her ways and silence her useless babbling could be afforded - she was sad about her lot in life, after all, and he could, at the very least, empathize with that.
"Intentionally trying to piss me off won't end well for either one of us. I'll shit you out before you have the chance to cut me open, though it would be interesting to see you try." The gravel of his draconic voice clung icily to his detachment, adamant in his principles despite the strange mischief to his tone. "Satisfying whatever petty impulse this is-" he went on, his grin toothier if smaller, "-wouldn't be very helpful to either one of us. Wouldn't even be a fun waste of time."
He pursed his lips, a cloud of cold condensed air escaping him, crystalline eyes aglow with some deep, ancient magic non else could possess.
"But I'll tell you what," he hummed, nodding tensely, feigning thoughtfulness.
Towering over her, Hydre's scaly talons snapped forward and clutched at her hair, yanking her up until she dangled rightly above the ground. His free hand palmed at her hip, though only just - he was an asshole, not a monster. The pain tearing across her scalp now would perfectly underscore his point.
"I will give you another chance," he hissed lowly, his breath a snowy chill across her face. "To behave. I'll even show you something wonderful as an offering of good faith." Sharp claws dug into her hip, nearly shredding through her garments. "I will be kind to you, offer you my company and my time. But you will, as I command it, stop talking to hear the sound of your own voice, listen with your ears, and see with your eyes - but above all, keep bloody well quiet, else I cut out your tongue and curse you to your suffering in silence."
He cast her aside quite like a frozen sack of turnips, a conjured pile of loose snow cushioning her fall. A snap of draconic fingers fraying at the edges of one universe and the next, and the sky would turn blue-twilight, hazy with morning snow, in the great city of dragon-ice and sculpted snow. Light twinkled dimly in the walls, all maners of color brilliantly illuminating a world that only exists in his memories anymore. A flickering ripple in time he stubbornly clung to, no matter how miserable and monotonously dreadful his existance had become. There was hope, if only in memory. Whispers of proof that perhaps some things were better - good, even. How he longed for a grand illusion to be real and true and alive.
"On your feet, girl. Come. See, and be silent among the weary bones of the most beloved dead." Shades of all manner revealed themselves as translucent tricks of the light, wearing people faces without being so themselves - lingering in the calm and somber quiet. "There is no danger, in this holy place. For now."
“… she important to you?” bohnes gaze narrowed ever so subtly as the purple haired woman waved in the distance. beside her Loux seemed focused on her, gaze never leaving the stranger. “your entire demeanor just changed. my bet is she is.”
there’s a pause as she folds her arms over her chest. she feels an odd pang that makes her mentally chastise herself. it must have just been exhaustion, yeah? maybe just the need to get laid and get some of her stress out. “she’s hot. good for you.” the woman notes with a dry tone. “how long you been together?”
"An' whatta 'bout it?" he answered flatly, his voice painfully devoid of...anything, even his usual charm. He never took his eyes off of Loni, though, a storm calmed and kept in check only by the sight of his mate. He didn't much like it being pointed out - it wasn't rocket science, but it was still in poor taste. Made whatever innocent intentions she had fall flat to a man who didn't trust anyone as far as he could throw them.
But, yes, indeed. Loni was important to him. More important to him than anyone could possibly imagine, and there was quite literally nothing he wouldn't do for her, let alone to protect her. If this melancholy girl decided getting froggy with even a hint of confirmation was a good idea, he'd shut her down faster than she could say her own name. With prejudice, and without mercy. No matter, for now.
"Your demeana'd change iffin ye had someone t' love too. I's th' whole point o' livin' f' many, an' anythin' tha' fucks is hardwired t' pursue it. Sometimes, Fate's got better ideas, or so it thinks, buh so what? Find someone ye love an' let 'em kill ye," he went on, crossing his legs at the ankle, an arm thrown over the back of the bench. "'Sides, it don' matter 'ow long we been together - I'ma be wit her forever, iffin I got anythang t' say 'bout it."
He watched Loni clean up around the bar outside, sweeping the sidewalk nearest one of those planted city trees, chalkboard sign tucked under her arm. An idea came to him, and with a flick of his wrist and curl of two fingers, small white flowers bloomed upon the trees branches; He angled his fingers down and the sign wriggled free of Loni's grasp, steadily floating through the air and into the bar under Loux's careful direction. His free hand shook loosely and twirled, fingers sweeping across some invisible surface - her broom shuddered out of her hands and continued the work for her, dust and trash all accumulating into a small pile. He cast a small enchantment to maintain control over the broom, allowing it to continue sweeping without direct interference. He shoved her hands into his pockets.
All he wanted to see was her smile.
"What, ye jealous? Needa quick lay? Might know a guy. Bit of an ass though." He cocked his head to the side, glancing sidelong at Bohne. "Don' always needa fall in love t' live a good life, yanno. Don' always need sex either. Jus depends on if ye like fire. Red dragons sure pack a punch."
"Not even my own Mother is permitted inside my head, ma ehza. What makes you think I'd open it for you? A friend I will be to you, but my privacy is not yours to toy with. Be fair to me as I am to you, if you please."
Hurrying inside of the the inn the cloaked figure made his way in from the storm. The rain was coming down so heavy it was like thick sheets of water. Even the repelling nature of his cloak was getting drenched, unable to keep up. Shaking off the massive hood beneath showed a patch of curly light Rosen hair. The elf took a seat up by the bar in the hopes he might wait out the storm in a least somewhere warm and something in his belly.
