Stalking for Attention [open]

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"Awlright, lads an' ladies! Fresh sheep's meat! Fresh beef! An' chickin! Awl 'ot off tha choppin' block, yeah? Come get it while it's still 'warm on tha inside!" And with the sound of a cleaver tip being stabbed into the top corner of a table, Rodney faced the crowds walking by the side of the butcher's shop. It was a little cool this morning, which prevented the flies from being too overbearing for the time being.

He looked around at the people passing closely. Some bothered to come up and buy what they needed. Rodney conversed with people, made the transactions and called the young boy to help package up the salted meat he had only chopped hours before. He'd talk with the owner of the place occasionally too, telling him how things were going when the man was curious. Roddy Jones hadn't been in Avaleur all that long so far and he was carefully worming his way through.

Bloodied hands. The smell of death. Animal parts strewn before him. And the head of a sheep, propped up on a separate chopping block to watch his actions. Rodney had a straight face on the whole time, but he was always smiling on the inside. For he loved working a few days a week as a butcher's assistant. And grabbing the cleaver again, the sounds of hard chopping were once again ringing out like the hammer of a blacksmith down the street.

His eyes continued to watch people between his strikes at the carcass, hacking at the ribs and separating them from the spine. He took a long knife and sliced meat off of the lower legs, then worked on hacking the shoulders off next. Within a half hour and including moments where he had to help fill some customer requests with cuts, he was finally able to step back and take a break.

He yelled to the young lad running around straightening up that he was stepping away for a bit, which he got a nod in response. He took off his bloodied apron and set it down on a large barrel of salt, headed on over to a basin of water and washed his hands and lower arms clean. He splashed some water on his face as well, drying that and his hands with his sleeves. He was off and free to walk through the center of town as he pleased.

People fascinated him. Humans were what made him the most curious. And the way he acted was what he had learned from interacting with them. So why not see how people around here were, hmm? This was just another busy day for him and it offered a variety of people for him to bump into. Maybe literally. He looked up towards the fountain where he was headed, towering above most of the people he was walking by, his grey eyes observing a lot.

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Gwilym hated large crowds of people, especially when they were mostly humans. Now he didn't have anything blatantly against humans. But their overall, general attitude just made him uneasy. But he supposed that was the price he paid when being an orphan of the Big Smoke... But that was another topic entirely.

The large Stellio walked through town, not really sure what he was going to do, if it wasn't for his sentence he could venture out into the wilderness and go back to the pack of werewolves, the place the he had begun to call home. Back with the three coups he tended to always care for. But alas, he was under orders to remain in the city until the remainer of his sentence was over. His crime wasn't even that bad, but it was good to know they were trying hard to keep the city safe.

Gwilym eventually made his way to the center of town, where he got an occasional strange look due to his enormous size. And sometimes he would catch eyes with another Stellio that he friendily greeted in the common Stellio way. Nodding the head and flicking the tongue out while flashing the first set of eyelids.
He continued to room te center of town, nearing the fountain, wondering what he was goin to do. He also began to wonder if going to the arena was against his sentence.

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The air smelled of cooking meat, dirty peasants and bad thoughts. Something that wasn't strange to Rodney. Humans and other creatures had their ways of thinking. Rodney was a stone statue through and through. His personality reflected nothing that anyone else might have been thinking at the moment. He loved chaos. Embraced it. Lived for it. But of course, he had to live by the rules in order to accomplish whatever he wanted to.

His hands flexed into fists as he walked, heading towards the center of the area where the fountain was. His eyes still wandering. He caught sight of the large Stellio of course. It was hard to miss one of them for sure. And they were the sorts that Roddy would purposely poke fun of for the way they looked. If only to cause a bit of trouble. A ruckus. The elemental loved something better than a dull and dreary day with no action.

But his attention strayed a bit and he found himself staring at a couple of women elsewhere. He had his moments. And to think about it, he'd probably go and harass them soon too. The womanizer that he was, he'd enjoy the game and take pride in the fact he could either talk a woman into bed with him or just make them extremely uncomfortable. He blinked as he shot the women with looks, not paying much attention to where he was going.

Turning around mid-step, he found himself bumping into a very scaly thing. Which took him but a second to realize it was the Stellio he had seen but some moments ago. Quickly, his face turned into a scowl and he put his hands up to shove the lizard man back. "What where ya goin' ya scaly twat!" he reprimanded the taller creature, but looked at him as if they were the same height.

"Ya lookin' fora good reason for me ta turn you into a satchel or som'thin'? How 'bout a trophy ta hang on my wall, eh?"

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((lol just noticed my auto correct sucked in that last post XD oh well, hopefully you understood most of the weird parts))

Gwilym continued through town, the smell of cooking meat, although he could only smell it ever so slightly, began to make him hungry. Stellios did not have to eat that often, but since he had moulted only a short time ago, he seemed to be hungry often, which wasn't too abnormal.

In truth, Gwilym, who was already above most nearly every person in the crowd, was looking up into the sky as he walked for a moment, the clouds were perfect for day dreaming, something he didn't do often but ever since he was stuck in the city, he seemed to do it more and more. With his height and his focus on the sky, Gwilym could see nothing, which in truth wasn't all that great of an idea. He bumped into someone, or had they bumped into him? He supposed due to his not being attentive, he would never really know.

"Oi', sorry there mate." he said as he looked down to the man, but Gwilym's attitude slowly turned from that of apology to annoyance.
The man was a muscular fella, and due to that no doubt, he was able to nudge Gwilym away a bit, much more than most would expect when someone tried to push a Stellio of his type.

"..." Gwilym only eyed the man as he spoke of skinning him. Was this guy serious? He flicked his tongue out and indeed could sense a sort of fleshy meaty smell on the man, perhaps a butcher? Or maybe it was the people around him, he wasn't sure.

The more he looked at the man, the more he decided he wasn't worth his time, or voice, but he had to say something.
"Ah don't think you are goin' to want 'ny trouble mate..." The other Stellio Gwilym had acknowledge turned hearing the threat to turn a fellow Stellio into satchel, Gwilym, although almost certainly unknown to the man, told him it was alright and not to worry just by facial expressions that unless you knew how to look for them in a Stellio, was almost unnoticeable. Because of this fact, many Stellio sarcasms and other expression reliant dialog was often missed by people who weren't familiar.

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Roddy Jones was a man who definitely couldn't back down unless you pried him away with his hands and feet bound and a gag in his mouth to keep him quiet. And he'd look for the littlest things that could set him off just to pick a fight and have a reason to be angry at someone or cause a scene. Crafted from the magic of a man almost five decades ago, Roddy learned quickly what sorts of things boiled in the hearts and minds of many. And he liked a good challenge.

Looking at the creature ahead of him, Roddy pushed his chest out and stood as though he were expecting the other to fight back. This wasn't the first Stellio he had challenged before and it wouldn't be the last. Tough as the stone and dirt he was made out of, Roddy held his ground and gave a squinting glare.

People stopped already to see the quarrel unfold in front of them as it was sure to be a good one. His knuckles were white, ready to drill themselves into the lizard-looking creature he glared at with a hateful passion. It was nothing personal. Roddy had a lot to hate in life. And though being a sociopath was his biggest problem, so was his inner anger, which he kept locked up really well much of the time.

Even with the apology, Roddy wasn't about to back down just because Gwilym was just being polite. A brow raised at the creature and Roddy cocked his head to the side. "Oh? Why's tha'? Dun tell me ya dun think I con 'old my ground, eh?" he questioned. "Got anotha thin' commin', mate. cuz i'll knock tha bollocks outta ya b'fore ya know it."

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Gwilym could do nothing but chuckle at the man's misplaced anger. A bit of him wanted to shut him up manually but that would only make things worse for both of them. Fighting with Gwilym would mean wetting involved would no doubt go back to BlackGate and this guy would not be able to handle BlackGate.

"Jus watch erself there. Ah don't think ya are goin to be likin the consequences. An it be somethin much worse then what Ah would do to ya." He flicked his tongue out in annoyance. He would walk away but he didn't trust the man enough to turn his back to him.

From outside of the crowd, the guards ordered by Ethan to keep an eye on Gwilym began readying there sedation darts and other utilities for whoever was going to be involved in the fight that seemed to be beginning to ensue.

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He lifted his chin and didn't move at all, casting a few glances at people surrounding them. Roddy liked the attention a bit. In the back of his mind, his brain was dysfunctional, forever tripping over itself. Being on his own for some time now and without the control of his creator left the earth elemental broken and cracked in a metaphorical sense. He could only handle so much before something sparked him to lash out.

The thing thought he could just take on the world. He could at least do a lot of damage, but there was that limit. He never recognized his limit however and went on until his energy was spent. His mouth was a great tool to get himself into confrontations and it worked really well. His temper and voice went hand in hand. And so did his fist with everything else. The man was a ticking time bomb that had the shortest fuse ever. And this was plenty of warning with how vocal he was getting.

But at the sound of the warning, Roddy took that as more of a challenge. He grimaced and took a few slow steps closer to the tall Stellios. He wasn't even bothered if Gwilym was a tad over his height. Like a small dog versus a large one, Roddy bared his teeth anyway because he felt like the alpha dog here. "Then ya bess be gettin' outta my face, mate.. Or so 'elp me, thin's will get very ugly." he warned in a low voice. He wasn't about to turn around and leave either.

He didn't notice the men around them readying blowguns with darts to knock them out. But Roddy, if he had been in his normal form, would be impenetrable to some simple darts. Literally a stone-tough opponent, magic seemed to be one of the few things to get him to surrender. Or especially if you had a puddle deep enough for him to drown in. He glanced around a bit at the faces looking at them. And he grinned a bit, looking back at Gwilym, wondering what he'd do.

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Out of his face? Although no one could probably tell because of the difficulty in determining Stellio facial expression, Gwilym raised an eyebrow. The man had clearly taken all the steps into his face, not the other way around. Was he stupid or something? That thought made him a little uneasy... was this poor bloke slow...

"Take the hint mate, ya don't want to end up in BlackGate. Cool yer lid n' move alon." Gwilym was doing his best to avoid confrontation, mostly for this bloke's sake. There were perhaps a handful of humans who could fair against a Stellio in general, and even fewer people who could fair well against a Stellio of his type. Of course unknown to Gwilym, the man wasn't actually human, but in this form he may have well have been, to stand a chance he would need to go into a different form, which would revel to everyone what he was... perhaps good, perhaps very, very bad.

"Fitin wit a crimmy be bad news aroun here." He tried warning him again. Looking around people had really began to crowd, probably because of the man's loud voice, a lot of energy seemingly spent on nothing.