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In one of the darker corners of the Tavern - at least, the darkest one she could find, anyway - sat a young female vampire. She looked to be trying to avoid people, and..to be for the most part.. ignoring everyone except for to keep an wary eye on them..although, she did also seem to be looking for a place to stay and rest awhile. Which, she was - she’d been travelling for quite a long time, just doing her best to stay out of the sun and out of the reach of her father’s men. 
 
There was a shaky look of urgency in her icy blue eyes, which peered out from behind her long, jet black hair and the black hood she wore. 
 
Navaya pulled at her sleeves as she looked down at the table, glancing upwards every so often. By the fact that her stomach had just growled for the third time since her arrival here, it was likely she was hungry; perhaps too stubborn to eat - or perhaps she wasn’t sure yet what she wanted to eat. It could be either, but knowing her, she was likely just being too stubborn. 
 
And..too scared
 
She was indeed, very scared. And, in conflict with herself. 
 
The food smelled so good right now, and she was so hungry. No one had yet stopped by to talk to her, and she was thinking of leaving. Perhaps someone could convince her otherwise? To eat..and..to rest awhile more? Navaya had been on her feet for some time now. What the nervous wreck with fangs needed was rest and food - not more travelling. 
 
Then again, Navaya did have a lot to be worried about. 

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(Too be named)

The doors to the tavern once again, and in strode a mountain of a man, wearing  black trenchcoat and boots, his face tanned and rugged but carrying a youthful visage, his long silver hair ruffled and blowing from his movement. He smelled of a fresh summer breeze, but also carried the subtle scent of battle, a slight musk of war. But his most prominent feature was his eyes, which showed shades of violet, scarlet, and gold swirling around an unmoving black pupil.

He moved towards a dark section of he tavern with a grace and quietness like that of a mouse, and sat quietly. He pulled from his coat a small book, and propping his feet on the table leaned back and read his book. Not noticing the cloak female sitting near him.

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35 minutes ago, Navaya Dracula † said:

 

 

In one of the darker corners of the Tavern - at least, the darkest one she could find, anyway - sat a young female vampire. She looked to be trying to avoid people, and..to be for the most part.. ignoring everyone except for to keep an wary eye on them..although, she did also seem to be looking for a place to stay and rest awhile. Which, she was - she’d been travelling for quite a long time, just doing her best to stay out of the sun and out of the reach of her father’s men. 
 
There was a shaky look of urgency in her icy blue eyes, which peered out from behind her long, jet black hair and the black hood she wore. 
 
Navaya pulled at her sleeves as she looked down at the table, glancing upwards every so often. By the fact that her stomach had just growled for the third time since her arrival here, it was likely she was hungry; perhaps too stubborn to eat - or perhaps she wasn’t sure yet what she wanted to eat. It could be either, but knowing her, she was likely just being too stubborn. 
 
And..too scared
 
She was indeed, very scared. And, in conflict with herself. 
 
The food smelled so good right now, and she was so hungry. No one had yet stopped by to talk to her, and she was thinking of leaving. Perhaps someone could convince her otherwise? To eat..and..to rest awhile more? Navaya had been on her feet for some time now. What the nervous wreck with fangs needed was rest and food - not more travelling. 
 
Then again, Navaya did have a lot to be worried about. 

She stood drunkenly swaying.

"Im to done and this."

Her words ripping with a drunken slur unlike her self.

Attempting to walk she started slowly one foot in front of the next.... 

She suddenly toppled onto a chair and while making an attempt to look as if she did it solely on purpose she sat in the chair.

"And ya know."

She had said to know one.

She had ended up at a table with an black hooded woman whose eyes resembled ice.

"Hi"

 

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Said female was watching him. As she was nearly everyone else here. The fact that her perceived 'space' had now been invaded by another person, was something that was truly upsetting to her. 

Not that Navaya was going to say anything though. That would require contact with others; Nav was not that good with that. Years of isolation could do that to you. And yet, here she was anyway, in a place full of people. 

As Navaya continued to sit in her observative silence, her stomach growled again - despite her ignorance to its cries for food, it seemed that the sound would not simply 'go away,' as she hoped it would. In fact, there it had gone again. Her stomach was grumbling almost angrily, demanding the food which she had been looking at, smelling, and even heard being made..thanks to her elevated sense of hearing. 

Her attention then went to the person speaking to her. She looked nearly..paranoid. Shifting in her seat, her answer was mumbled, before her gaze averted and she began to stare at her lap, hoping the drunk lady would just..wander away, or something. 

Edited by Navaya Dracula †

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(Lysander) 

Raises an eyebrow and glances at the sound of a stomach growling for food, as well as that of someone toppling into a hard wooden chair. With the glance his eyes survey the situation quickly and with out notice. He deftly reaches into his side pocket and quickly tosses some smoked jerky to the other table, in a fluid motion that seemed natural, before returning to his book.

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Apparently he wasnt the only one here at the time of night. Stepping in, the male gave a sigh, cracking his neck. Soot still caked his clothing and fresh burns littered his arms. The man, couldnt be much older than twenty, gave a grumble as he examined the patrons,before quickly making his way to the bar tender, rapping his knuckles on the counter" bar keep. Ale. Quickly" he grumbled, pulling a set of coins free and letting them spill onto the counter"please..." while feint,it could be seen bt the keen eye he walked wih a limp. Honestly it was probably kuch more severe, but he man tried to hide it as best he can. he let his eyes wander, finding a rather enibreated woman, another seeming rather...questionable,and a man who could mostlikely toss a horse if needed...

These stood out the most,but he didnt say anything,waiting for his drink.

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10 minutes ago, Navaya Dracula † said:

Said female was watching him. As she was nearly everyone else here. The fact that her perceived 'space' had now been invaded by another person, was something that was truly upsetting to her. 

Not that Navaya was going to say anything though. That would require contact with others; Nav was not that good with that. Years of isolation could do that to you. And yet, here she was anyway, in a place full of people. 

As Navaya continued to sit in her observative silence, her stomach growled again - despite her ignorance to its cries for food, it seemed that the sound would not simply 'go away,' as she hoped it would. In fact, there it had gone again. Her stomach was grumbling almost angrily, demanding the food which she had been looking at, smelling, and even heard being made..thanks to her elevated sense of hearing. 

Her attention then went to the person speaking to her. She looked nearly..paranoid. Shifting in her seat, her answer was mumbled, before her gaze averted and she began to stare at her lap, hoping the drunk lady would just..wander away, or something. 

 

3 minutes ago, Letherius said:

(Lysander) 

Raises an eyebrow and glances at the sound of a stomach growling for food, as well as that of someone toppling into a hard wooden chair. With the glance his eyes survey the situation quickly and with out notice. He deftly reaches into his side pocket and quickly tosses some smoked jerky to the other table, in a fluid motion that seemed natural, before returning to his book.

Lady, looked at the girl, laking notice of her shiny black hair. Her attention suddenly being drawn to the piece of dried meat that was tossed on the table.

"Hey."

Lady smiled though slightly drunken.

"Are you gonna... eat that?"

She was ravenous for some reason unknown to her. Normally she wouldn't dare eat something off the table. 

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@Letherius @LukeRipstine @Mistory

The smell of food was so, so tempting to Navaya right now. In all reality, she needed to eat this. No matter what it was. Dried up meat from a stranger, on a...no doubt probably not clean table..or not. She is still contemplating the prospect of eating the jerky, when her icy blues turn towards the next person to enter. 

There's not much time for her to decide what she thinks of him, before she hears the drunken lady in front of her asking for her food. Well, the food tossed her way.

If she wasn't sure she was going to eat it yet, was it really hers?

The softest bit of a rather dehydrated, cracking voice came in answer from her. What it was that she'd said, it was hard to tell. She had taken the jerky, and was now blowing it off compulsively, about seven times. Once this set number of ritualistic behavior was completed, she began to eat the food; she was now sitting more crunched up in her seat, fitting perfectly, like the weak little flower of a thing that she looked to be.

If upset too much, she might still retaliate. One never knew..

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(Lysander) 

From the corner of his eye, he notices the female's behavior and end result, and he smiles softly. He then turns his attention to the new arrival, with his face still  somewhat behind the book, and without giving it away, he watches the man, and notices his slight limp, at this Lysander kept a frown from forming and resisted the sudden urge to offer help to the man. Turning his attention back to the females he watches crunched up one and nudges a thought to her, but he encountered a small resistance, and being who he was, he nudged again, almost like knocking at a door.

....Would you like more?.....

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@Letherius

As sheltered as Navaya had become of herself, getting any thoughts into her mind was a feat indeed. Being as weak as she was right now - and, honestly..this was far from an unusual state for her - it made it easier to do so. The 'door' being knocked on came open a bit, allowing the question in. 

The vampire is still currently working on eating what was given to her the first time; getting her to eat something was even more impressive than getting into her mind even. Especially because she'd taken it from someone she didn't know, from a surface that may not be clean, and she normally would have refused it in semi-complete silence. 

Scared, but alert, clear blue eyes glance up a bit. They are as clear as ice itself, with just enough blue to say it's there.

Navaya is silent, but in a second is quickly nodding..before ducking down again, as if she's afraid anyone could have noticed she had done so.

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(Lysander)

Smiling a bit, he closes his book and returns it to the coat. Detaching a small pouch from his side, he gets up and walks over, crouching once there,  he stayed away as best he could, judging from her posture, he knew it unwise to get to close to suddenly. He tossed a piece of jerky at the drunk, just to be nice. He held the satchel out to the small one, smiling softly.

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Navaya was still young, even by vampire standards, so yes..she was small. This combined with being very malnourished, made her smaller. 

She was just finishing the first piece of jerky that Lysander had given her, when she took notice to the fact that he was coming closer to her. Her body language spoke of having been hurt many times, and of being uncertain of basically everyone who she came in contact with. Her stomach was still growling though, so with one, hesitant but fluid motion, she took the satchel and held it close to herself, as if protecting it. 

"..Thank you.." 

Shy may be tremendously shy and even paranoid at times, though she still had her manners. A surprise, given she wasn't shown any by the person who.."raised"..her. 

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Lady placed her chest on the table and slid herself over the table closer to the woman.

Though under the shroud of drunkenness she started to wine.

"You should have just said you where hungry."

She slid back into her seat and called a bar's maid ordering the 'Usual'

40 minutes ago, Navaya Dracula † said:

@Letherius @LukeRipstine @Mistory

The smell of food was so, so tempting to Navaya right now. In all reality, she needed to eat this. No matter what it was. Dried up meat from a stranger, on a...no doubt probably not clean table..or not. She is still contemplating the prospect of eating the jerky, when her icy blues turn towards the next person to enter. 

There's not much time for her to decide what she thinks of him, before she hears the drunken lady in front of her asking for her food. Well, the food tossed her way.

If she wasn't sure she was going to eat it yet, was it really hers?

The softest bit of a rather dehydrated, cracking voice came in answer from her. What it was that she'd said, it was hard to tell. She had taken the jerky, and was now blowing it off compulsively, about seven times. Once this set number of ritualistic behavior was completed, she began to eat the food; she was now sitting more crunched up in her seat, fitting perfectly, like the weak little flower of a thing that she looked to be.

If upset too much, she might still retaliate. One never knew..

 

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(Lysander)

Smiling that she took it, he sat on the floor near her, an odd sight to say the least, and then he heard her, almost imperceptibly thank him for it. That furthered his smile.

Nudging again he sent his response. 

You are most welcome....

Still smiling he pulls out the small book again, and continues to read, giving her her space.

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((To remain consistent with another thread that I am in, I feel obligated to make this post.))

Vynathlon Darkblade was sitting at his table. The dark powers of his glass of plum wine had turned the usual red liquid purple, emanating with blue runic energy. Of course, Vynathlon was not focused on the scene at hand. He was not focused on the dried and cold matter that lay before him, the entity that was the remains of a corpse-exploded pig roast. No, Vynathlon's sight was elsewhere, even though this body's eyes were focused firmly on the table in front of him. Almost at once however, his mouth began to salivate; the wet dribble falling from his wide open mouth and landing on the table. Despite this minimal outburst, he could tell that a local barkeeper was keeping his eyes on Vynathlon. 

Still focused on the scene elsewhere, he began to cackle loudly, interrupting a few other patrons in conversation. That was when the barkeeper decided to approach. 

"Is there a problem here, sir?" The barkeeper said, facing the strange cackling undead. 

"No! Go away, you disgusting human!" Vynathlon said in response, a bit distracted. 

"You can't talk to me this way! I'll have the guards throw you out if you continue acting like this!" The barkeeper said to Vynathlon. He was looking rather angry, having crossed his arms in annoyance. 

That was when Vynathlon's patience snapped. He lunged at the barkeeper, pulling out a scalpel and stabbing him in the head. By the time a number of other patrons had managed to pull him off, the barkeeper was bleeding profusely, and crying in pain. 

"Get your hands off of me!" Vynathlon yelled in response. He shook with most of his might, and was able to get free, albeit with an arm missing. He then ran out of the Tavern as a number of guards chased him. He ran back to the grave that he originally crawled out of, and was able to successfully hide from the impending guards. Then, he lay in wait, reconnecting with his other body. 

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