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Jul 9, 2005 12:36:26 GMT -5
Post by †Moon† on Jul 9, 2005 12:36:26 GMT -5
It was pathetic to watch mortals stumble out of the place, so drunk they couldn't even talk right. Most of them having been in a fight and knocked senceless during it. Mortals were merely amusing to her, she only found them good to draw blood from then leave lying in an ally somewhere for their peers to find at dawn. Slowly though she entered the Tavern, keeping her face hidden by the hood on her cloak and watching the few others who were in there. As she came over to a table in the corner and sat down a few gazes seemed to wander to her, but she ignored them all.
Only a few seconds later a person came over asking for her drink, after the order they quickly brought it over. Waiters didn't amuse her much either for that matter. Yet she lowered her hood to reveal the pale tone to her skin and odd coloring to her eyes, slowly picking up her drink and taking a taste of it...though it wasn't blood it'd do until she found the perfect being to slay. Her job was slow this night, so the killings would be for pure pleasure. A soft smirk came to her expression with the idea, and she took another taste of the liquid in front of her.
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Jul 9, 2005 12:44:19 GMT -5
Post by Ðamian Ðe Merquise on Jul 9, 2005 12:44:19 GMT -5
With hands shoved deep into his pockets, Damian approached the Tavern, perhaps the noise would divert his thougts from himself. Gaze was set infront of him as he moved within the tavern, in search for an empty table. Soon an unoccupied table was found and soon he would occupy one of the seats. A shake of his head was given to the foolish mortals within, how idiotic they could be. Must one get so drunk that they couldn't walk to have fun? All of that was beyond him. Arms would fold over his chest beneath the cloak, gaze dancing nonchalantly over the various people within the table, though taking no special interest in any of them. He was a loner, and it would remain that way forever. A hand waved away the tender that came to take his order, he wanted nothing... nor did he need anything. Quietly he observed the others, thought remaining to himself as he watched curiously.
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Jul 9, 2005 12:57:31 GMT -5
Post by †Moon† on Jul 9, 2005 12:57:31 GMT -5
She set her drink down when sencing another immortal around. Moon's glare became hard and cold, any other immortal possiabally ruining her kills for the night, or worse, being a 'happy' immortal who'd be in the tavern and showing off their d**ned abilities. Slowly her eyes shifted from being to being, trying to figure out if the other was a threat or not, and if she'd have to kill the other. For a few moments she watched the others, judging their characters and taking some of their thoughts, then sighed and withdrew from everything again. 'What the hells the point...' The vampiress thought to herself, if the other chose to start something she'd react, no use in searching for a fight in public and causing a controversy without need to.
With one long drink she finished off her glass and came back mentally to watch the villagers...not one of them looked remotely appetizing or appealing to try and strike. What a waste of breath the beings were though...some celebrating and laughing. They shouldn't of had anything to laugh about when their lives could be taken by mere tools used in everyday events. "Pathetic..." She whispered under her breath.
((brb))
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Jul 9, 2005 12:58:56 GMT -5
Post by Vampiress Lorainne on Jul 9, 2005 12:58:56 GMT -5
Lorainne walked into the tavern a tiny smirk on her face. She looked at the man who was empty handed and she sat on the stool closest to him. Her icy blue colored eyes with no emotion in them met his, she just stared into his deep emotionless eyes.
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Jul 9, 2005 13:01:11 GMT -5
Post by Ðamian Ðe Merquise on Jul 9, 2005 13:01:11 GMT -5
He would sit within the tavern for only a few mintues before he was standing again. Toward the door he moved, opening it to allow for his exit. As silently as he came he would be gone, off to the Stables where he would be visiting with his horses. So out he went, away from the tavern and towards the stables. Gaze stayed foward, never once did he look back.
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Jul 9, 2005 13:05:42 GMT -5
Post by †Moon† on Jul 9, 2005 13:05:42 GMT -5
Now the one's eyes began to shift colors showing her anger. Another immortal? This was obsurd and she hated the whole atmosphere of the place now. Quickly she stood and moved out the doors, heading for the woods once more...there was no d**n way she'd be caught in the middle of a gathering of them...one was enough two was to many. Her gaze shifted to the window of the tavern as she passed, seeing the immortal easily for her energy was calling for attention. With a roll of her eyes the mistress left the tavern and walked an abandoned dirt path heading twords a deserted clearing in the woods.
((She hates crowds...))
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Jul 9, 2005 13:10:16 GMT -5
Post by Ðamian Ðe Merquise on Jul 9, 2005 13:10:16 GMT -5
(( As does Damian, which is why he left.))
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Jul 9, 2005 13:10:33 GMT -5
Post by Vampiress Lorainne on Jul 9, 2005 13:10:33 GMT -5
Lorainne saw the two of the temepered ones walk out and she sighed saying to herself; "I wonder why no one ever stays where I go"..she too got bored so she walked out of the tavern to the ball room.
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