Ravenloft (Gothic & Romance) [Accepting]

[Sparkly Ninja]

Night was pleased. She was now part of the 'band'. She was also completely unintimadated by the man-whatisname-Alhar. Like she was going to out right draw a weapon on him. She would slit his throat at night while he was sleepng then fade away into shadows.

As Alhar grabbed the dragon's hand, a crease appeared between Night eyebrows. Why would he do that? It's only purpose seemed to be making it harder for them to draw their weapons. She fell into step slightly behind the pair, experimenting with her own hands but it was apparently useless. It wasn't for self-defence, if you hit someone with the joined hands all you would end up doing is giving them a headache and breaking fingers. Somewhere at the back of her head, Night wondered if they did it for pleasure or comfort but she quickly squashed that idea. It was stupid. She glanced down at her own still clasped hands. It felt uncomfortable and strange. She let her hands return to her sides but continued to marvel at the strangeness of hand-holding.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen opened her mouth to reply but then something smashed her in the back of her head with enough force to send her flying out of her chair. She struggled back to her feet, rubbing the back of her head. "What was that for?" she muttered looking around, her head throbbing. She rubbed it with her hand, a small bump was already begining to form. She sat there for a moment, her long brown hair flicked into her eyes, for once she didn't bother to move it. Why had they hit her? She hadn't scared them had she?

[thelyingeyes]

Ash let out a low growl at Night, glaring at the back of the girl's head as they walked, still walking beside Anamerak. She would always protect him, even if he completely hated her. "What do you seek?" she asked again, the question directed directly at Night as she glared at her. She stepped slightly closer to Anamerak, a protective gleam in her eyes as she did so.

[LittleStarWolf]

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Kijana Joka
" Are you okay!?!" Kijana cried out as he instantly dropped down to help the lady up. He watched her raven go squawking in protest and almost fall off. Hoping the raven and lady were fine, he waited to see what happen and who had done it and why. It seemed to be just an accident but you never know. Anyway he had come in to find them fighting with humans. Although he too tended to fight with humans. Shaking his head, he continue to hold a hand out to help the lady. "Please miss are you okay?"

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[Azure23]

.:Sae:.
The dragon gripped at Alhar's hand as they started to walk. "Yeah..let's go." She mumbled looking towards the road. She shook her head, trying to clear it of troubling thoughts. If the assassin attacked, she wouldn't have to chance to cause damage.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Alhar looked to Sae, "You alright?" he asked, looking down at her. She seemed ot be worried about something, but he really could blame her, this wasn't the most friendly place. He looked gave her a little smile, trying to cheer her up. He gave a quick look back to the assassin behind them. Who was she? What did she really want? He doubted that she was being chased by someone. She was after something else, they would have to be careful.
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Elenwen nodded, and took his hand. She rubbed the back of her head, a huge lump was already forming. When she drew her hand away it was stained with blood. She froze and backed away, hadn't she seen enough of this today? Red, it seemed all pain was red. The fire that had destroyed her people with bruning witches to the wild of the wilderness. She backed away from her own hand, holding it at arms lenght. The blood seemed to coil and pulse, to red to be human. Elenwen gave a sharp sob and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block the sight from her eyes.

[Derelict Draught]

Marle

Marle spins as quickly as the woman falls, his hands reaching to grab her before she hits but missing once more. Marle watches the woman, despair on his face. He wants to tell her it was an accident, the Ayra didn't mean it but there are just too many people. He can't get the words to come out. He can't do anything but stare as the dragonkin helps the elven gypsy up. People file past them in a desperate break for the door. "-orry. I'm so so sorry. She didn't mean to hit you she just gets upset easily and is prone to having accidents. I can probably help patch it up if you'd like."

: Ayra :

Ayra stares at her staff. Why was it on the floor? She turns to find Marle scrambling after the scary lady. Seeing the woman clasping her head, the two oddities click. Ayra jumps to her feet, stumbling on the staff. She picks up the staff before the thought to help the woman occurs. Moving to try to help she finds the lizard boy already lifting her up. So she's ignored again. "Hmmph." Ayra storms off to the corner of the room, fearful patrons climbing over tables to get out of her way.

[LittleStarWolf]

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Kijana Joka
Pulling the lady up by the hand, Kijana waits to see what happens. He notices the other elf goes off into the corner and hopes all is alright with her. He would go over to her and make sure she was okay but first he had to deal with the lady in front of him who seemed to have a good size bump on her head. Grabbing a napkin off the nearby table, Kijana hands it to the lady so she could help stop the small bit of bleeding. Before he hands it to her though, he glances one last time at the elf to make sure she was fine. He saw no bruises but she looked sad.

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[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen took the napkin with a little smile and went to wipe of her read hands, she didn't care about her head right now. She just didn't want to see all the red, not anymore of the terrible colour and the disturbing blood. She looked back down at the napkin in horror still. She saw the blood spread throught he napkin, it seemed to multiply and take up the entire mass of the object. She held it up, it seemed to have turned a sharp ruby red. She dropped it to the ground asn though it was posionus. She cringed and sat back on her chair, bringing her legs up to her chest. Trying to hide from whatever had happened.

[Derelict Draught]

Marle

Marle watches the woman retreat from the cloth. A wave of fear washes over him. Startled he scans the room. Only the two elves and the dragonkin remain with him. He crouches down beside the woman. Her panic is mirrored in his actions and his voice. "Look at me. Just look. Everything is alright. No one wants to hurt you." Marle across the room to Ayra. "A little help here Ayra. It was an accident but the damage is just as real."

: Ayra :

Ayra grumbles to herself as she turns. Marle was right as always. She focuses her magic on the back of the woman's head and is surprised by the damage she'd caused. "There. Its done so she can stop whining." Ayra turns back to her corner and lets her mind return to herself. She still watches the group. "And get rid of that bloody cloth before the innkeeper tries to accuse me of staining his floor."