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Post by Khalidah Leaf-Fall on Jun 26, 2013 2:11:53 GMT -5
Peregrine was off base with his assumption. Way off base. To be exact, he hadn't even come close to the truth. Khalidah did not like Brier, she had no interest in him. Other than perhaps information. Granted the strangers confidence and dashing smile was a breath of fresh air compared to the sulking and complaining of her travel companion – the prince was forever moody about how cruel the world had been to him and that his name was no longer his name. He addressed himself as Jack whenever he could.... Khalidah simply called him Pip. However, the more times that Brier flashed his charming smile at her Khalidah had began to assume that her looks were appealing to him.
Granted that Peregrine's original escape plan had suggested that she fawn over the warden with her moderately ample breasts in view so that Peregrine could steal the key, it was not as if Khalidah was pulling her perky funbags out of her dress to distract Brier this time. She didn't have to with Brier, her pretty face was enough. Plus, she could also see Dario over the top of Peregrine's head now... the deranged bastard was busy trying to get a barmaid to sit on his lap so he could shove a hand down her top, all the while the poor lass was resisting. Khalidah had to hold herself from hissing and going to attack the man herself at the sight, reminding herself of the crowd. He had not seen her, and he would not see her as long as he was distracting himself with the wench.
Even she couldn't hide her surprise when Peregrine shot back and renamed Brier as 'Beardy'. Really? Was that the best he could come up with.... Beardy? Khalidah sighed and shook her head slightly.
“You'll have to excuse the boy.... he hasn't been around civilised company for quite some time”, she commented politely to Brier, playing up the 'ladylike' persona another notch. The statement was fairly true, with Peregrine and Khalidah both having been around convicts and criminals for a considerable amount of time. “He's been rather moody of late..”
Khalidah's eyes flickered towards Dario once more before gazing at Peregrine, attempting to subtly point out that the guard was standing up and preparing to leave. “Wasn't there something that required your attention Jack?” she questioned. It was not an order, or even a dismissal, but rather a suggestion since Peregrine had been all feral and wishing to kill Dario before. If he was still wanting to, then his chance was slipping away from him.
When Brier addressed the wolves and proclaimed himself a “non-threat”, Khalidah commented. “You'll have to forgive them too. They're mine.... they are very protective of me. Plus it seems that your legs have invaded their personal space. They don't like anyone else really, only me”.
She flashed her own charming smile at Brier. Sure, he was trying to be charming and flirty with her... well, considering she had no actual interest in him, she could play along for a while, until he annoyed her. Khalidah wasn't much of a flirt herself, but she was a good enough actress when the need arose. Plus, it was nice that someone actually had an interest in her for once, no one had actually paid her that much attention before. Peregrine certainly hadn't – no, he paid more attention to his precious locks of hair and his bad luck, not to mention the ghastly guard uniform he had to wear until new clothing had been an option. Someone who complained THAT much was definitely not an interest to her, romantically speaking.
“I'm Khali”, she responded finally. It was a shorter form of her name, but she didn't really need to hide behind an alias. After all, when she had been imprisoned they had no idea what her name was in the first place. She was no one of real importance (unless you considered exposing a vampire lord for their crimes something of importance), so an alias wasn't really necessary for her. Though, she had given the short form to hide her full name. “And I really don't think our game of mystery would interest you all that much...”
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Post by Marcell Brier on Jun 27, 2013 0:39:05 GMT -5
road to ruin Brier had to bite his tongue to keep from barking laughter at 'Jack the Shadow', but he couldn't keep the smirk off his face. The dismissive flick of the hand didn't help matters either, only served to amuse Brier further. This 'servant' clearly had a very high opinion of himself, higher than he had any right to. "Is that so? Pray tell me, Jack the Shadow, what is the greatest thief in Speirling doing in the service of a travelling lady? For that matter, what is he doing bragging? Wouldn't any good thief know better than to tell perfect strangers that they're thieves?" He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly, making his expression one of exaggerated naivety. But Jack wiped the smile off Brier's face momentarily with his sudden and bizarre comment about his name. The trader was first just startled, but then frowned with mild confusion; he had dealt with many things in his travels, but never had anyone deliberately renamed him, nor ever referred to him by such an odd title. Was Beardy really the best this kid could come up with? And what was wrong with Brier's beard, anyway? Turning his attention back to the woman, the smile returned to his face, mostly because it was hard for Brier to remain displeased for long, even over something as strange as... being renamed. Waving his hand dismissively, he shook his head, "Quite all right, my lady," He shot Jack a grin, "If your servant wishes to style himself a thief, why, I'm more than pleased to claim my name is Beardy. They're about as believable." Leaning in conspiratorially, he mock-whispered, "Perhaps you ought to let him find a girl. Does he know what to do with one?" Brier noticed the woman's eyes flickered across the room, and he followed her gaze, but there were several people in the area, and he couldn't be sure who she was looking at. Though when she tried to subtly dismiss her servant, companion, lover, whoever he was, Brier doubted it had anything to do with her wanting to jump his bones; maybe they were stalking that guard that was leaving. It happened more often than he cared to admit. Maybe these two were up to something. He hoped so. Ah, he had found a fellow beast lover in this lovely paramour. "Oh, well forgive me, my fine furry comrades, how rude of me to invade your space." He stood up and stepped over the bench, pivoting and sitting back down, back to the table. He twisted to grab up his mug, and rested his elbows on the worn, stained tabletop, and found that now he had a much better view of the woman, which was an added bonus. "I suppose I should keep on their good side then? No pawing at your skirts or getting you drunk?" He was teasing of course, though both were tactics he'd used in the past; not with someone this seemingly classy though, usually with scullions and naive farmer's daughters. He felt like he'd made progress when she offered up her name, though considering how fake her companion's name sounded, he wasn't inclined to believe this was her real name. "What a lovely name, Khali. Pardon me for asking, but you're sidhe, are you not?" Small talk, he had resorted to small talk; that was all right, it helped make conversations more normal, and often made those he talked to more comfortable. "I wouldn't say that. I'm incredibly nosy and am always interested in other people's business." |
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jun 27, 2013 12:04:09 GMT -5
Peregrine flinched angrily at being called a servant. Even though they had agreed that this was his role to play, it displeased him almost beyond the point of his control. He knew that he really should have closed his mouth and apologized to Beardy, like a real servant would, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. His pride was too much of a problem.
"The obvious. Robbing her." Peregrine shot back, sitting perfectly still, not taking his eyes off Beardy. He smiled sarcastically and waited for the man to freak out and try to arrest him or beat him or do whatever his kind did to servants. "Moreover, I would like to assert that I am so confident in my abilities that I can announce myself and my business without fear and still successfully pickpocket you, so, shut your trap."
Of course, it didn't take long for him to remember his role. Beardy was talking to Khalidah and in a mix of his new-found dislike for the man and Peregrine's need for the attention in the room to always be focused on him, he butted his way into the conversation with a bark of, "Hey Beardy, my face is over here." He was not only ignoring him, but focusing exclusively on her, almost as if he was flirting with her. Well, she was certainly flirting with him, in Peregrine's opinion. That was it, wasn't it? She had grown bored of him and now that she had found a man with more hair on his face, she was going to dump him unceremoniously by the wayside so she could shove her perky funbags in Beardy's face without Peregrine being around to see the show.
"Well, I can see where I'm not needed. I'm going to off and woo some women with my clean-shaven face." He snarked, standing up and stalking off, too simultaneously pissed off and feeling pleased with himself to check in on Dario as he left the building.
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Post by Khalidah Leaf-Fall on Jun 27, 2013 13:32:57 GMT -5
“Wouldn't any good thief know better than to tell perfect strangers that they're thieves?"
Khalidah fought back a smirk and a chuckle at that comment, disguising both with an awkward cough before drinking the last of her mead. Trust Brier to point out the same mistake that Peregrine had made when he had first introduced himself to her. Khalidah had known otherwise and had seen the lie for what it was. But she had to resist agreeing with Brier when he had pointed out the fault, when she really wanted to say “He made that mistake with me too...”.
Oh, they were up to something alright. They were always If it wasn't Peregrine stealing keys, then it might be Khalidah biting people's neck to curb her blood lust for a time.
“Perhaps you ought to let him find a girl. Does he know what to do with one?”
Khalidah couldn't stop herself from laughing at that, grinning at both the humour and the insult behind the comment that was directed at Peregrine. She had often wondered the same thing when it came to her companion. She was of the believe than men and women could be friends, Peregrine thought otherwise – if that were the case, why hadn't he tried to take her off to the bedchambers himself if his assumptions over “the need to copulate” were so correct? Khalidah was even more certain in her beliefs now, considering. NOT that she was interested in Peregrine either... no, he complained too much and was obviously the type to resort to petty insults when he didn't have the upper hand in anything: as clearly demonstrated in calling Brier “Beardy”.
“I haven't the clue”, she answered while laughing. “Perhaps he should.... test his chances....”
"Well, I can see where I'm not needed. I'm going to off and...
Khalidah laughed even more at that point, she couldn't help it. Peregrine was just too easy to irritate! Something as simple as baring her fangs at him would make him go ballistic.
“Oh... no, please stay... drink and be merry with us!” she begged sarcastically, knowing all too well he was in a pissy mood. Fine, let the little prince act like a royal brat. Pun intended.
”...woo some women with my clean-shaven face.”
Khalidah couldn't help retorting at that one. “Good luck with that”.
“I honestly don't know why I put up with him....” she commented off hand when Peregrine was gone, talking about him as if he was more of a friend or brother than her servant.
When she had managed to calm her laughing Khalidah looked at the man once again, taking another account of his own looks, and she had to admit: while Peregrine considered himself devilishly handsome, he was nothing compared to his fellow; in her opinion anyway. She wasn't really one to appreciate facial hair, but it seemed to suit Brier... gave him somewhat of a roguish appearance that matched his confidence and charming smile perfectly. He pulled it off well. And he did have an odd sense of charm about him. Not that she was interested in his charms. Brier also seemed to have his wits about him... could she dare assume that he was actually intelligent? Could this nosy newcomer match her own intellect if he somehow ended up in a heated debate with her over a particular topic? Or was he flirting purely in the hopes of sweeping her into a bedchamber himself? Well, good luck to him... he'd need it.
Khalidah found herself turning slightly on the bench to face him more directly as she gestured to the wolves that were her furry and fierce protectors.
“The white female is Kachina, the black male is Hania”, she commented. It wasn't really that strange for her to introduce them aswell when this man had addressed them himself. Khalidah certainly hadn't failed to notice that Peregrine chose to ignore them... even when Kachina had been more friendly and tried to entice him into playing with her. Needless to say Kachina didn't like Peregrine any more, he had given her the cold shoulder and ignored her, that made her dislike him. Peregrine was boring. The female crept forward when Brier had turned himself around, snuffling at his side curiously. He smelt like a dog. He couldn't be so bad if he smelt like a dog.
Khalidah caught sight of Kachina's attentions towards Brier and raised an eyebrow at the display. “I think you have a fan...” she commented offhand. She also noticed how Hania stayed well away from Brier. It took a lot for someone to warm up to Hania. Hania was in all aspects the 'alpha male', which was a constant bickering point between him and Peregrine. The wolf considered himself the boss, even Khalidah was his subordinate in his mind. This newcomer had done the right thing in moving his tender limbs away from his jaws.
"I suppose I should keep on their good side then? No pawing at your skirts or getting you drunk?"
Khalidah smirked at that point, picking up her own mug of mead again, holding it out to a passing barmaid for a refill. “Only if you don't want to get bitten,” she responded, her tone equally teasing. It was a double sided threat; on one hand it was a comment about her wolves potential to bite him... on the other, it was a hidden threat about her own biting abilities.
Okay... maybe she was flirting with him, just a little bit. He was amusing, to say the least. And the way Peregrine rose to Brier's baiting was highly amusing too. Besides, the flirting from Brier was blatantly obvious... though, Khalidah couldn't say it was not welcomed. BUT it wasn't going to work with her. Khalidah was headed in one direction, and one direction only. And that was AWAY from the bedchambers when it came to this mas.
"What a lovely name, Khali. Pardon me for asking, but you're sidhe, are you not?"
Khalidah smiled warmly when he complimented her name. “Thankyou it means Eternal”, she responded, adding a point of truth about her name. The next question did not catch her off guard however, it was not all that surprising. Well, he had the species half right at least. “Correct, I am. And you would be a Nymph, I would assume”.
Khalidah's own eyes glinted with mischief, daring him to challenge her assumption. Goblins may have been famed for being trouble makers, but Khalidah had two brothers – she was used to trouble makers, and causing trouble (in her own way).
"I wouldn't say that. I'm incredibly nosy and am always interested in other people's business."
Khalidah raised an eyebrow again at that point. “I can tell”, she commented before taking a hearty sip from her refill of mead. “But you know what they say...” she added with a smirk. “Curiosity killed the cat”.
((OOC: Fun fact, the name “Khalidah” is actually Arabic meaning Eternal! XD ))
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Post by Marcell Brier on Jun 28, 2013 2:13:42 GMT -5
road to ruin Brier snorted derisively, this boy clearly took him for a fool, and he did not appreciate it. He smiled indulgently and nodded at Jack, "Forgive me, Jack the Shadow, of course you are right. It's only to be expected that the greatest thief in Speirling be fast and clever enough to evade capture," His smile widened, "So I'm glad I left my purse with my dogs. I dare even a thief as skilled as you to steal from a loyal dog." It was hard to get one over on a smart dog, and Brier believed all three of his dogs were clever; at the very least, the wolfhound was. Not the he really believed the young man, but he made a practice of leaving his money with the dogs anyway. When Jack interrupted Brier's conversation with Khali, he looked over the table and nodded, his face deadpan, "And what a lovely face it is, but I'm afraid Khali's is just so much more to my taste." He winked and returned to admiring Khali, who really was a very lovely woman. He was glad when she laughed at his jab, he had been mildly concerned that she would be offended if he went too far, but clearly, she was perfectly content to let him insult her manservant. He laughed himself when she answered him, and suggested Jack 'try his chances', only to have Jack decide that that was exactly what he meant to do. While Khali wished him seemingly sarcastic luck, Brier raised his mug and brayed with laughter, "Find yourself a calf-eyed farmer's girl, or a naive lord's daughter; they'll be happy to fall for your boyish good looks. A woman though," he grinned wickedly, "She'll want facial hair; it's manly." Oh, it was fun to tease him. Shrugging nonchalantly, Brier said, "You have the patience of a Saint, I must say, to put up with him. Or did I simply catch him on an off day?" He watched her study him out the corner of his eye, saying nothing and occupying himself with his drink, to allow her a chance to scrutinize him in peace; it was only fair, since he'd done the same to her. When she was finished, she turned slightly to face him, and introduced her four-legged comrades. Interesting names they had, nothing he was very familiar with, but they seemed to fit the wild beasts. Turning to look at them, he noticed the male avoided him, and his body language was still clearly hostile, but the she-wolf seemed curious, now that he had moved out of her personal space. "Well met, Hania, Kachina." He moved one hand down to the bench, dangling his fingers so the white wolf could get a better scent. To Khali, he said, "To be frank, I prefer the company of animals to people. I have three dogs outside, who travel with me, and a cat, as well. Two horses for my wagon, though I fear soon I'll have to trade them for younger beasts, they're getting on in age." He was not happy about that prospect, he cared more for Goren and Basil than any other animals he'd kept; perhaps because they were so integral to his livelihood, and because they'd been his for twelve years. “Only if you don't want to get bitten,” He raised one eyebrow in amusement; she was just talking about her wolves, her playful tone made him think of other things, and he couldn't help but reply. "Oh, maybe not by your wolves..."Ah, he was right, he knew it. A sidhe, and a fitting name for one too. Her guess pleased him, but he supposed he'd given it away by talking to the wolves, and he polished off his ale slowly before deigning to respond. "You're half right, my lady. My mother was a nymph, but my father was a goblin; a strange match, but who can complain, when I came of the union?" Oh right, a lot of people, he thought, but he kept it to himself. Nodding eagerly, he responded, "Yes, that's true. But satisfaction brought him back."(( for some reason, I feel like it would be amusing for Brier to occasionally throw a double-entendre or mildly sexual comment Pip's way. Just for the reaction; it could be even funnier if Pip finds out Brier swings both ways. XD )) |
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Post by Khalidah Leaf-Fall on Jun 28, 2013 8:50:47 GMT -5
“A woman though.... She'll want facial hair; it's manly”.
“Oh very manly...” she agreed over the top of her mead with a smirk. “Given the right circumstances and the right facial features to pull off such a thing. And you sir pull it off with flare....”
It was an open flirt... directed more as a compliment than anything else. She honestly could not imagine Brier with a clean shaven face... he was far more mature than Peregrine (aside from the bait and teasing), and the beard seemed to mark his maturity. He was humorous to say the least. Perhaps she should ask him to accompany her and Peregrine in their travels... just to see Peregrine squirm while she has a good laugh at his expense. She could use some intelligent company... rather than putting up with the constant complaining of the prince.
“Oh he has been like that since I found him...” she commented with a dismissive tone and roll of her eyes. “He nearly ran me over with his boat, I gave him a hot meal and I've been stuck with him ever since. But he has his uses.... if you overlook the moments where he thinks he's the most brilliant thing on the earth. He seems to forget where he is half the time and that the world in fact does not revolve around him....”
Khalidah grinned. “Far too high of an opinion of himself. Plus, he's so sensitive, teasing him is far too easy.... if he were a King, my head would probably be on the chopping block by now simply for looking at him the wrong way. Perish the thought”.
Khalidah raised her mug with a laugh. “But, I'll drink to the fact that he isn't a King. I'm rather fond of my head... right where it is above my shoulders”.
"You're half right, my lady. My mother was a nymph, but my father was a goblin; a strange match, but who can complain, when I came of the union?"
Khalidah's smile faded... some small part of her had hoped that she was the only oddity to be found amongst the species. But oddities often created the best of people... she hoped. “I can top that...” she said flatly, a hint of competitiveness within her tone. “I am far more unusual....”
The woman smirked once more, leaning into his side coyly, resting a hand lightly on his shoulder, behaving if she was going to seduce him instead... rather than his attempts to seduce her succeeding. She moved in close to whisper in his ear. “I'm half vampire...” she let the last part of the word roll off her tongue in a faint purr. Khalidah had no idea why she had admitted a part of her that she kept under strict lock and key to a virtual stranger, but this man was intriguing to say the least. And granted, Nymph and Goblin was an unusual mix... but Sidhe and Vampire was rarer still. It was actually forbidden.
With a chuckle Khalidah put distance between herself and the trader once more, moving a hand under the table to stroke Kachina's head. “I am inclined to agree with you Brier. I too prefer the company of beasts over people at times. Before Jack came along it was only me and the wolves. But I have horses of my own as well. No cat though.”
Khalidah's voice trailed off, her pointed ears twitched slightly as her interest peaked. “A wagon you say?” she asked, looking at Brier out of the corner of her eyes. “Would I be correct in guessing that you are a trader? And you'd have maps for sure....”
Gods above, Khalidah really hadn't had this much fun since she had been thrown into that prison kingdom. And here she was drinking with a complete stranger, mildly flirting in the process, and actually laughing at her companion behind his back. It was good to be herself again. Brier had an unusual effect on her.... or was that the mead talking? Who cared! She was free... she'd drink to anything under the sun if it meant that she was free. But she remembered her place when he had mentioned the wagon, flirting with him purely out of interest for information. If she was going to somehow get back to Teumnach to see her family again and retrieve her other horse, then Brier was her best bet at obtaining a map. Maybe she could even out class Peregrine's thievery by subtly stealing a map from Brier while she had his attentions so solely focused on her. Or... then again, she could ask Brier along purely for the entertainment of watching Peregrine's frustration towards the hybrid trader.
“You see Brier.... the boy and I have gotten into somewhat of a bind. I have some business I must attend to in Teumnach and we may have gotten ourselves a tad lost... complete with the mishap of not having a map. If you would be so kind to let me look at whatever maps you might have in your possession...” she hinted with a charming smile across her lips, her eyes effectively hiding the careful deceit that was lurking in her mind while her fingers traced the wood grain of the bench seat innocently. Surely this trader would take pity on a lady that was lost? “I would be very grateful.... or....”
Khalidah looked away with a hand flap in his direction. "Nah... you wouldn't be interested..." she commented offhand, acting as if she was second guessing a late thought. "But then again, you are curious in our game of mystery... perhaps you might be interested in accompanying us?"
Khalidah looked at Brier out of the corner of her eyes, pursing her lips... waiting to see if he was intrigued enough by the prospect. "I'll even sweeten the offer..." she added, leaning in close again. "You get to tease Jack". |
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Post by Marcell Brier on Jul 2, 2013 20:11:37 GMT -5
road to ruin "And you sir pull it off with flare..."Brier gave Khali his most winning smile, feeling oddly flattered. Rarely did people ever mention his beard at all, it wasn't uncommon for men in any part of Speirling to have facial hair. But it was rather pleasing to know something so simple could cause such a stir, and suddenly he really wanted to kiss Khali, to show her how scratchy and tickly it could be. Oddly, Khali lost her smile when he told her he was half goblin, and he had a brief spark of anxiety, wondering if she had some prejudice against his father's people. It was kind of a relief when she responded; her tone and wording were clearly, if subtly, competitive, and he realized that she was simply displeased to discover she wasn't the only mutt in the world. She leaned into him, and when he felt her slender fingers on his shoulder, he leaning into her, ever so slightly, turning his head when she moved her mouth close to his ear. He was curious and delighted to hear her reveal her other half, but he did not expect to hear what he heard. The way she said it was seductive, a soft, sultry purr that was equally at fault for the shiver that went through him as was the word itself. Half vampire... That put her previous comment about biting a new meaning, and he was equal part thrilled and chilled. And fascinated. To his knowledge, such a hybridization was taboo. All of a sudden she had pulled away, and the space between them seemed emptier than before. Sitting at this table, he realized, was one of the best choices he'd ever made; he was tempted to grill her about how she came to be half vampire, but he was smart enough to know she would not likely welcome such questioning. But she had willingly shared the fact with him, so he was confident that if he moved carefully he could dreg all the dirty details from her eventually. He hoped she intended to stay around for a day or two. He idly watched her hand move underneath the table and stroke the she-wolf's head, and further back, black Hania still watched him balefully. Answering her, he said, "I must say, cats are excellent companions, though you must have a place for them to rest, or they can't keep up. They enjoy the life of a traveller though, and they're clever creatures. Mine is particularly clever, I think." As if talking about him had summoned him, Brier spied The Cat prowling along the wall, stalking a fat rat. The orange beast turned his head to meet Brier's eyes briefly before turning back to his prey. Brier blinked at Khali's sudden change of interest, and turned back to her, nodding. "Yes, I travel all over Speirling, I have maps of every country, and a map of the whole continent as well." He was wary of what she wanted, and knew for a fact that she did indeed want something. It wouldn't be the first time someone had thought to try to hire him to escort them somewhere, but no matter how attractive or interesting she was, he would answer her the same way he'd answered all the others: he travelled alone. She was flirting as she talked, and he was torn between amusement and insult, knowing that she was now flirting solely to get what she wanted, but also knowing he frequently did the same thing. He was relieved when she only asked to look at his maps, and opened his mouth to answer, when the "or" came, followed quickly by a dismissive wave of the hand. He narrowed his eyes and sat patiently as she tried to trick him into insisting that they travel together. No way, sweetheart. He smiled tightly, and shook his head. "I must decline your gracious invitation, my lady. I will gladly allow you to examine my maps, and even tell you some landmarks to look for, to help you in your travels. But I travel alone." But, of course, she had to keep going, and she said something that piqued his interest. "Then again... he was rather fun to tease." He shook his head violently, "But no, my lady, I cannot."(( don't worry, he'll change his mind. :3 )) |
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Post by Khalidah Leaf-Fall on Jul 2, 2013 21:23:14 GMT -5
Khalidah moved back from him, her smile shifting from that of warm and inviting, to perfectly polite, clipped even. “I see that I have offended you... my apologies” she commented, retracting the offer quickly. “I have not come across many traders that prefer to be solitary as they travel. Forgive me for being so wrong. I did not intend offence...”
The Sidhe-Vampire resigned herself to drinking her mead quietly, she even halted from patting Kachina, who promptly bumped her hand with her nose, asking for me. When strokes did not occur the she-wolf slumped down to the floor with a groan.
“Do not worry yourself about the maps. I won't waste any more of your time”, she said calmly, releasing him from whatever obligation he had agreed to. “I'm sure that there are other maps in town... I'll find my way”.
Finishing off the last of her mead Khalidah stood up and placed her mug on the table while the wolves slunk out from underneath it. “I may be still in town come nightfall, so I may run into you again. But if not... fair weather for your travels”, she said with a warm smile. It was unusual of a “high born” to wish fair weather for a trader, but technically speaking Khalidah was the daughter of a merchant; a wealthy merchant at that. Being a spice merchant her father had often prayed for good weather, and rain when it suited him. She liked Brier enough to wish him the same. Not in the sense that she fancied him or anything, but he was amusing, and Khalidah definitely had a good time in his company. “Good day”.
With that the Sidhe-Vampire moved around him, lifting up her cloak hood to cover her face before flicking a silver coin to the barmaid that had refilled her drink earlier, the coin spinning through the air to land in the girls hand. Then with that Khalidah swept out of the tavern, the white she-wolf paused to look back at Brier before huffing and following after her pack members. Khalidah rounded the corner to venture towards the stables, passing Brier's own hounds that were lurking near the doorway – pausing only briefly to glance at them. She knew that Peregrine had stormed off in his sulk, and there was still the rest of the day to go – perhaps a ride on Zephyr would help pass the time. She was lost in her own world of thoughts when she bumped into someone.
“Pardon me”, she breathed in apology, not noticing who it was that she had walked into, moving to the side to walk around them. Khalidah gasped when her arm was grabbed and pulled roughly towards them again, next thing she knew her hood was being thrown back and she was looking the guard, Dario, in the face. Fear gripped her again as she starred at him. “I remember you!” the words struck her ears like daggers... so, he did remember her from the prisons. She was doomed now... good thing Peregrine had managed to get away. No doubt the little prince was happy he was free... even though now she was destined for the prisons again. Dario took hold of the wrist on her left arm, spun her around before twisting her arm up behind her back painfully. Khalidah gasped in pain, fighting against him... but she couldn't twist free. And even if she had been able to, her bow was strapped to her saddle. Even her bite was useless with the way she was restrained.
The wolves moved in towards Dario and Khalidah, keeping low with the hackles raised and growling, threatening Dario due to his treatment of their pack member. Dario pulled her in front of him, resting her back against his chest while he pulled out a dagger and rested it against her throat. “Call them off”, he ordered. Khalidah silently refused. “Call them off, or I slit your throat now!”
Khalidah struggled against him... but she knew it was pointless. Looking at the wolves she spoke to them in the ancient tongue, knowing they would understand, and all too well that Dario would not. “Calcaneum. Vade adjuvémur”.
The wolves glanced between each other before racing off. Dario dragged Khalidah back with him... she had no idea where he was taking her. A horse to drag her back to Riasglach? Or was he planning on raping her too like he had to that poor girl?
What neither Khalidah or Dario had counted on was the wolves racing back into the tavern, running to the first person they had thought to seek out. Growling and snarling at people to get out of the way the wolves raced over to the Nymph-Goblin. Hania jumped up onto the table, looking the man straight in the eyes while snarling, baring his jaws. Kachina nudged at his elbow insistently with her nose before pulling on his sleeve with her own teeth, whining faintly. This was their idea of finding help for the two legged wolf they cared for and protected. When the wolves felt like their point had been made they raced out of the tavern and back the way they had come.
Translation:
“Calcaneum. Vade adjuvémur ” – Heel. Go find help - Latin
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Post by Marcell Brier on Jul 2, 2013 23:11:46 GMT -5
road to ruin Brier sighed inaudibly, disappointed to have struck out so thoroughly with Khali, and even feeling somewhat guilty for refusing her. But he had offered her his maps, and his help, so his guilt was minimal; he had no reason to be ashamed of his refusal, after all. He felt a slight twinge of irritation over her reaction, too; what right did she have to be so upset by his refusal? They were strangers, and he had offered to let her see his maps! She stood and his eyes followed her, trained on her face, "Thank you, lady Khali, and I wish the same to you, though I hope this is not the last time our paths cross." But he raised his hand in farewell as she turned to go, and waved the barmaid over to fill his tankard. The wolves slunk out from under the table and he twisted around to face the table again, no longer in danger of being eaten. He watched the three of them depart, and when Kachina turned to look at him, and nodded to her, murmuring another farewell for her. The Cat had caught his rat, and now that he saw the wolves slipping out the door, he dragged his kill to Brier's table and jumped up onto the bench, where he proceeded to eat and make an unpleasant mess all over the worn wood. Good thing no one could see him back there in the shadows. The girl brought his fresh drink and he dropped a coin into her hand, planning to leave immediately after his drink was done. A few minutes passed as he nursed his ale and The Cat scarfed his meal, before commotion outside caught his attention. Seconds after recognizing the panicked barking of his bitch, two large blurs burst through the door and beelined for him in a flurry of snarls and snaps. Startled, and slightly frightened, Brier half stood as Hania leapt onto the table and seemed to glare deep into his soul, and Kachina grab his sleeve and began to pull. They were distressed, but he understood enough to know the Khali was in a deep pit of trouble. He jumped clear of the bench and sprinted after the frantic wolves, barrelling out the door and toward the barking. He rounded the corner and saw Khali, her arm pinned and being dragged backward by a large, mean-looking man; she looked frightened, and he looked like the kind of man who thrived on that. With a near-feral snarl, Brier shouted at him, "Oi! Back the fuck off, asshole!" He couldn't take that man on, he was far bigger than Brier, and the goblin hybrid, despite the many hundreds of beatings he'd taken in his life, was no fighter. His dogs were standing by the tavern wall, visibly distressed but not willing to risk their safety for a stranger. The bitch, on seeing Brier, had ceased barking and along with the shepherd, was whining and growling; the wolfhound stood in front of them, shielding them from the man with the knife, his teeth bared in a silent snarl. He was enormous, as big as Khali's wolves, his long hair dark. He watched the man and his prisoner with unblinking, baleful eyes. Frightened, but feigning his typical confidence, Brier inched toward Khali and her captor, moving slowly and carefully, but the ugly man was having none of it. "Stay back, you little shit. Go away and mind your own fucking business!" Brier froze, unwilling to encourage the man to hurt Khali; instead, he used his magic to reach out to his dogs, telling the bitch and shepherd to move closer to him to start snarling menacingly, while the wolfhound snuck around behind them. As the two mid-sized dogs joined the wolves, the big man never seemed to notice that the big one had vanished; he likely hadn't paid enough attention to them to count them, or maybe he couldn't count. Either way, the hound moved around behind the big man, ready to leap up and rip the back of his neck out on Brier's signal. But, in a completely unexpected turn of events, the hound never got to attack; a small orange shape rocketed off the stable roof, landing with a shriek and a yowl on the man's ugly head. With a startled shriek of his own, he dropped the knife and lurched backward, tripping over the startled wolfhound, and landing hard with his neck on the edge of a water trough. It took Brier a few seconds to process, before he ran to Khali and grabbed her by her upper arms, turning her to face him. "Are you all right?!" |
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Post by Khalidah Leaf-Fall on Jul 3, 2013 0:18:03 GMT -5
“BRIER!”
Khalidah wasn't sure why she had shouted when she realized who the wolves had brought as their idea of help. She cried out as her arm was twisted further up her back, the pain in her arm and shoulder increasing tenfold, stumbling over her own feet as she was dragged backwards. She saw and heard Brier inch before the blade was pressed closer to her skin, barely slicing into it. As part of her biological defenses, her fangs dropped down while her head lulled slightly, snarling at the blade that rested against her precious neck. Did this idiot not know how important blood was to a vampire? Even a Sidhe that was partially turned vampire. Every little drop of blood spilled meant more that she would have to feast upon later – a nice red steak, or she'd have to hunt down a large animal. Khalidah couldn't risk herself going blood crazed in a town full of people... the results could be disastrous.
To the outside world it would appear as if Khalidah was in a daze, almost submissive to the dagger at her throat. When in truth she was simply become lost to the blood lust.... it's was a powerful thing over her, her gaze becoming more and more filled with a dangerous intent, contemplating dislocating her own shoulder just so that she could twist around and bite the neck of her attacker and drain all of his blood.... keep a hold on his throat until his legs had stopped twitching.
But she didn't get her chance when an orange streak at launched itself from the roof and landed on Dario's head. Wait... was that a cat?! Had a cat seriously just leaped to her rescue? Canines she would have expected, but a feline... that was new. Feisty feline at that. The guards dagger slid across her throat, slicing deeper that Khalidah actually had to raise her hands to her neck and heal the wound herself before she lost any more blood, coughing involuntarily at the sensation of what had previously been a slit throat. Good thing for her healing touch! Unblemished skin was exactly where her cuts had been, as if she had never truly been in any harm.
Khalidah stumbled away from Dario, staring wide eyed at the man that had been attacked by a cat. His neck broken upon impact with the water trough. Well, that took care of him at least. Why hadn't Peregrine taken care of him like he said he would?! Royal brat pain the ass prince! Khalidah shuddered for a moment when Brier grabbed her arms and spun her to face him.
"Are you all right?!"
Once she had calmed her breathing down Khalidah finally nodded. “I'm alright..... I'm fine”. Astonished Khalidah looked around at all the animals that had stood up for her – the wolves, the three hounds.... even the feisty feline. She knew nature magic was a powerful thing, but this was incredible.
“Y-y-you didn't have to....” she stammered, struggling to find the right word to fit the description of what he exactly he had done. “You didn't have to save me...”
Khalidah finally looked at Brier, not failing to notice how close they were standing to each other. And for a moment, her heart fluttered in her chest. What was it about this man that made her drop so many guards and even tell him the odd piece of truth here and there when it came her back story, alias or otherwise. She had even given her a nickname that only her father had ever used for her.
“Thankyou”, she murmured softly. Khalidah could not even stop herself when she lifted her arms to wrap them around Brier's neck lightly, stepping closer to him and finding his lips with a lingering kiss. The woman even went so far as to close her eyes as she kissed him. Brier was right... his beard was scratchy, and somewhat ticklish against her skin – but Khalidah didn't care.
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Post by Marcell Brier on Jul 3, 2013 1:17:40 GMT -5
road to ruin Brier breathed a sigh of relief, seeing no obvious injuries to her, though he was certain he'd seen the knife slice her throat open. Then again, he knew little about sidhe, didn't they have magic, too? The animals surrounded them, and The Cat crawled out of the trough with great dignity, shaking his paws off as he lifted them; Brier was grateful the trough had been dry. The feline gazed haughtily at the corpse on the ground, before stalking over to the stable and settling in the doorway, where he proceeded to groom himself. The wolfhound was limping, and Brier was concerned the man had stepped on him when he tripped, but the bitch was licking his throat, and Brier figured he wouldn't appreciate being nurse-maided right now. Besides, he was still concerned about Khali. He looked back at Khali and smiled, shaking his head. "Of course I did," he answered softly, "I'm not the most honourable of men, but I am not the sort who can just walk away."Khali hadn't been looking at Brier, but now her eyes met his, and he thought how pretty they were; absently he slid thumbs along her arms. Her arms felt good as they slipped around his neck, and her body was warm against his; her lips were soft, and leaned gently into the kiss. He closed his eyes as well, and just enjoyed the sensations of this new development. |
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jul 3, 2013 2:20:36 GMT -5
Peregrine came skipping back to the inn that he had stormed out what seemed like days ago. A grin was on his face as his cheeks were pleasantly flushed, not to mention his usually perfect hair was mussed up and stood at odd angles, as if someone had ran their fingers through it multiple times, which in fact, someone had. Speaking of which, it was time to inform Khalidah that they would be traveling with a gorgeous blonde princess and shove the fact that he had made out with her in front of her father's castle right in Beardy's hair face.
Well, okay, actually Peregrine didn'y skip back to the inn. He rode back. On a horse. But the point was, he felt like he was skipping back and skipping back air, at that.
He felt that the moment was ripe for a dramatic entrance. Shaking back his hair, clearing his throat and smoothing down his clothes, he burst into the room, pushing through the passerbys forcefully, and if all this wasn't enough, he struck a pose.
"Heeeeellllllooooooo eeeeevvvvvveeeerrrrryyyyooonnnneeee!" He declared, tossing his sandy-brown locks with gusto, still high on himself.
The next thing he noticed was Dario stretched across a water trough, dead as a doorknob, which Peregrine found to be an inaccurate smilie: doorknobs weren't alive to begin with! Anyway, so there was a dead racist with an orange cat on him. On top of everything, Khalidah and Beardy were wrapped in a sickeningly street pose getting some passionate macking on.
The prince stopped, staring at the situation in front of him while the smile slowly slid off his face, replaced by a look of amused, disgusted disbelief.
"And what in the name of my tightest codpiece are you two fucking doing?"
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Post by Khalidah Leaf-Fall on Jul 3, 2013 12:04:37 GMT -5
Khalidah moaned softly into the kiss, pressing closer and tightening her arms around Brier's neck. She still wasn't sure why she had even kissed him in the first place, but she certainly liked it. Perhaps some small part of her had wanted to, but her mind was also reminding her at what was at stake. Screaming at her that he was a stranger! Khalidah ignored it all as she stood there locked to Brier's lips with her own. If she had been any kind of romantic, it might have even been fair to say that time stood still. It was a pleasant feeling to have someone actually kiss her in return, not that she had kissed anyone before..... EVER. You heard right... Khalidah was pure, in every single way (except for vampirism, but that was another aspect entirely).
And Brier had just been granted her first ever kiss.
The woman paid attention to every little detail that flooded her senses: his height, the muscles she could feel against her, the touch of his lips against hers, even the way he held her. Khalidah even paid attention to his beard, sure it was scratchy and made her skin itch, aswell as making her want to break into a fit of giggles, overall it wasn't an unpleasant sensation. Here was a man that had run to her aid purely because the wolves had warned him that she was in trouble.
The wolves, Hania and Kachina, huffed before turning and walking away, leaving the two humanoids to their lip-lock. Khalidah didn't even hear them leave they padded so silently down the road and disappeared out of the town. There were in fact going to go hunt for their own meal since they were hungry. Khalidah seemed to be able to look after herself.... somewhat.... and was rather preoccupied. Khalidah would have pulled Brier closer and deepened the kiss if, guess who, hadn't shown up. None other than center of the universe prince Peregrine himself. Announcing his arrival in such a fashion that befitted her general idea of him. Khalidah ignored him the best to her ability, still caught up in the kiss she was sharing with Brier.
That was, until opened his mouth again.
“And what in the name of my tightest codpiece are you two fucking doing?”
Khalidah broke off the kiss... which she had instigated in the first place. She sighed in exasperation, pressing a quick kiss of apology to Brier's lips before she let him go and rounded on Peregrine. She moved quickly, covering the distance between the pair swiftly. “What does it fucking look like?!” she shot back, loosing her classy tone of voice that she had been using thus far, reverting to the one that was familiar to her, definitely sounding like the merchant's daughter that she truly was. Khalidah glared at the younger man. She was older than him by a year.... prince or not, he should learn to keep his nose OUT of her business. Khalidah bared her fangs at Peregrine, and not for the first time either. She had done it before... and she would do it again.
“You can't leave your bloody nose out can you?” she snapped, her psyche fluctuating between pacifist and dangerous. Truth was, Khalidah was dangerous. Beautiful, but sharp.... ever since the vampire had turned her she had become increasingly prone to anger and violence.... she would have ribbed out that guards throat with her fangs given half the chance. Her eyes narrowed further while her hands curled, almost as if she had claws or talons instead of fleshy fingers and fingernails. In her mind she was begging the little brat to give her one good reason why she shouldn't tear him a new one, literally. “Where were you?” she demanded of him before changing. “You know what... I don't want to know. I don't care. I don't care where you've been, what you did or who you met. I don't bloody care!”
Khalidah turned to look Brier, approaching him but she kept a respectable distance from him. “You don't want to get mixed up with me....” she told him quietly, her tone turning harsher than she really intended. “I only cause trouble...” The Sidhe-Vampire couldn't bare to say anymore... not even to say that he was a good man, which was true. She backed away from him, resisting from reaching out to touch his face lightly, turning on her heels before storming off the street, brushing past Pip's horse in the process.
“VAMPIRE! VAMPIRE!”
Khalidah knew all too well that would be directed at her. It was expected of humans to react in such a way when she had her fangs bared. 'Yeah, tell the whole town! Run screaming through the village why don't you! I know, let's tie to me a stake and set me on fire just to see what happens!', the hybrid responded sarcastically in her thoughts. No way was she about to give them any ideas! Khalidah rounded a corner and practically threw herself against a wall in her fury, laying her hands flat against the wood grain before clawing her hands once more.... her nails leaving scratches in their wake. Khalidah gasped in pain as her fangs retracted... using them was always painful. Excruciatingly painful. She would have to feed soon.... her blood lust was beginning to rage out of control... it was part of the reason why she had snapped so loudly at Peregrine in public. Her thin mental tether was about to snap.
Gathering her composure Khalidah walked back to the seamstress she had bought her dress from earlier. This time, she was after clothes that she could actually ride in. Khalidah purchased black breeches, a white blouse, a black vest to wear over the top. At another stop she even purchased a set of knee-high heeled boots so she could be rid of the grungy guard boots she had stolen from the prisons. Khalidah got changed at the seamstress shop, putting her dress in a bag that she would transfer to her saddle bags. Sure, she now had more clothes than Peregrine... but if he expected her actually ride her horse in a floor length gown, sitting side-saddle.... then he had another thing coming. Khalidah actually sighed softly at feeling like she was now actually dressed in clothes that made her feel more like a merchant than a stuffy noble. Sure, she had class when she wanted to... but she wasn't going to do away completely with what personality came naturally to her.
Khalidah ventured back to the tavern. Not caring if Brier or Peregrine were there. She was furious at Peregrine. He had been so determined that he was going to kill Dario, that in the end he had been upstaged by a cat in the actual deed. And her throat had been slit in the process. It wasn't exactly a miracle that Khalidah was still standing.... that was pretty usual for her. Slinking back inside the tavern Khalidah walked back to the table she had previously chosen, sitting down in the furthest corner. This time the wolves were not there to hide underneath the table as added protection, Khalidah had her dagger on her hip and her bow and quiver of arrows underneath the table in case she did get into trouble again, having made a side trip to the stables to collect the bow, mindful to step over the orange cat that lurked in the doorway rather than stepping on it.
The Sidhe-Vampire had found her way back into the alcohol, her hands shaking as she dropped down out of her adrenaline rush and bloodlust. A very rare steak sat on a plate before her, purely to serve as source of blood. She would have to hunt for actual blood later, but this would suffice for now. Thinking, involuntarily, back to that kiss with Brier, a chill ran up her spin, complete with a tingling sensation. Why had she kissed him? Adrenaline? Desire? Khalidah didn't know. But whatever chances might of hand, she'd probably ruined them now because she had brushed him off the moment she had second guessed herself – why did she have to be so god damn conflicted?!
"What's happening to me?" she whispered to the wood-grain of the table, ignoring both her meal and her surroundings.
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Post by Marcell Brier on Jul 5, 2013 1:27:36 GMT -5
road to ruin Khali's moan encouraged Brier, and his hands moved from her arms, one pressing into her back and pulling her closer, the other on her waist. He lost track of the rest of the world, all his attention focused on the vampire-sidhe in his arms. To be honest, Brier had been with many partners in his life, probably up in the hundreds, and not just women, either; so this was not an unfamiliar position for him to be in, and he let past experience guide him. He willingly lost himself in the moment, savouring the taste of Khali's lips, the feel of her warm, feminine body, the kiss of the warm sun on his skin. He was fully prepared to launch into complete seduction mode and show Khali the time of her life, when a familiar, and rather unwelcome sound met his ears. Brier's eyes snapped open as Jack squawked out his long, dramatic greeting, but he saw no reaction in Khali, so he closed his eyes again and tried to ignore the obnoxious fop, even as he perversely willed him to see them. Of course, it did not take long for Jack to locate his companion, and Brier growled deep in his throat as the man intentionally interrupted them. Khali pulled away, and as she moved back in to plant a brief second kiss on his lips, he fixed her with a wounded puppy stare, though she turned away from him quickly, to lay into Jack. Brier was rather startled by her use of a curse, and it took a few moments for him to realize that her speech pattern had gone from highborn perfection to what you would hear from someone like- well, like him. So she wasn't a noble woman at all, she was no higher born than he was; that, coupled with the trader's farewell she'd given him in the tavern, made Brier think she was likely from a merchant family. But, that wasn't what was important right now; Brier was a little concerned about the way she was acting toward Jack. He didn't know her well enough to know if this sort of outburst was normal for her, but he did know that he didn't really want to be around a vampire in a mood, even if she was only half vampire. He wasn't certain how to react; would she hurt Jack? Did he care if she did? Well, yes, he did. He got the feeling she wouldn't be happy with herself if she harmed her companion, and he really didn't dislike Jack enough to let him be attacked like that. He remained where he was as she reamed Jack out, watching carefully, though he wasn't certain what he could do to stop her if she lost it. Finally, she spun around and marched back to him, and he was momentarily afraid she would turn her wrath on him. But she stopped several feet away, and when she spoke her tone was quieter, harsh, but in a different way. He kept his face carefully neutral, but he wanted to tell her that she was wrong; he liked her, though he hardly knew her, and he enjoyed a little trouble now and then. But she did not seem to be in the mood to hear it, so he said nothing, and let her leave, to have some time alone to gather her wits or calm herself or do whatever it was she needed to do. As she walked away, he heard someone from the tavern, who'd come out to watch the whole show, shrieking 'vampire' at the top of their lungs. He felt a touch of fear, but dismissed it; the wolves would not allow harm to come her, and she had fangs of her own to use against threats. Even so, he sent the shepherd to trail her. After a moment, Brier walked toward Jack, eyeing him, and noted that, like most men, the so-called thief was significantly taller than himself. Damn it. "Is that normal for her? Is she all right?" Well, obviously she wasn't, she was just attacked by a lunatic, but he couldn't help asking the question. He crouched down and called the hound and the bitch over, making the hound lay on his side so Brier could examine his leg; the bones weren't broken, but the ugly man had stepped on the paw when he tripped over the dog, and there was extensive bruising. He promised the dog he would buy a pot of salve to help speed the healing, and stood up. Turning back to Jack, "Excuse me, I have to visit the apothecary. I'll be returning to this tavern afterwards, and I would appreciate it if you would tell Khali I'm interested in further discussing her offer." With that he turned and left, moving quickly down to the street where the shop he wanted was located. He slipped inside, revelling in the cool darkness of this particular shop. He greeted the man at the counter and told him what he wanted; it didn't take long for the old fellow to procure something that suited Brier's needs, and he paid for it in silver, carrying it back to the tavern, where the dogs were waiting. He applied the salve to the dog's paw, put the lid on the jar and tucked it into his purse. He strolled back into the tavern, intending to wait for Khali at the table they'd shared, but was pleasantly surprised to see she was already there, tucked away in the deepest shadows, with a bloody steak in front of her. Quietly, he walked over, taking a seat directly opposite her; a quick peek under the table told him the wolves were not around to gnaw on him. "Are you all right?" |
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jul 5, 2013 20:59:45 GMT -5
Khalidah stormed out and Peregrine stood there, his hands on his hips, like a disapproving mother of an indiscriminately whoring teenage girl who knew exactly what was up. It wasn’t like he had a whole lot of room to be disapproving, seeing as he had been involved in the near-sexual, almost groping encounter with a princess of his own earlier. Oh, yes, that reminded him; he should tell him. Beardy needed to know that not only could His Highness get girls, but he knew what to do with them, thank you very much. Silence followed her departure, but Peregrine wasn’t worried. The woman had spent who knew how long in Riasglach, ran from a legion of bloodthirsty guards, put up with his hodge-podge shape-shifting and then escaped the wrath of a erupting volcano, not to mention she had traveled with him, knowing full well that if he was caught, she would be wanted as an accomplice, so he had no doubts that she would be fine in a little Sgaithte town. Beardy didn’t look all that pleased, though, and that made Peregrine all the merrier.
“I got a princess while you weren’t looking.” He said, matter-of-factly. “Made out not five minutes’ walk in front of her castle.” He added, as a smug afterthought.
He idly picked the dirt out from under one of his fingernails with another of his fingernails and once he had freed it, blew out the small piece of debris and watched it float to the floor, with an expression of total detachment on his face. Presently, Beardy spoke to him. Think of it! The man (if Peregrine could find it in his egocentric heart to call him that) actually spoke to him!
“What?” He asked, even though he had heard Beardy perfectly well. “Oh yes, perfectly normal. Tempestuous thing, isn’t she? Constantly menstruating, if you ask me. But don’t let that dissuade you, Beardy, though she’s a virgin, I have no doubts that she’d get along with a whore such as you swimmingly.” He grinned, flashing the trader a set of perfect white teeth, evidence of years of excellent hygiene.
And then Beardy up and left, probably to go find Khalidah and have at it in again behind some blacksmith’s shop. He supposed that would be romantic, if he didn’t dislike Beardy as much as he did. He never took the time to question why he disliked the stranger as much as he did, for Peregrine was a man who trusted his instincts without question. He had keen instincts, especially for a human, and they had never led him astray before, so he had no reason to believe that they would start to any time soon.
Shrugging, Peregrine sat himself down at the table and began to eat one of the steaks that Khalidah had apparently ordered for them, recognizing, not for the first time that evening, that he was ravenous. About halfway through his meal, Khalidah returned, as did Beardy. Dabbing his face with his napkin in a painstakingly proper manner, the prince looked up and acknowledged his guests with a fake hand-bow.
“Oh door sit down, Your Sexy-nesses! I have a very special main course prepared for you both: my judgment.”
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