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Dadramora was only about a mile from the city itself, just close enough that he could see the city walls without straining his eyes. He decided to take a break for a bit though, as he had been walking for hours to get here. He found a large tree and sat down, leaning against it and cupped the gem he wore around his neck in his hand, examining it like he had done thousands of times before. After making sure it was the same, he sighed and rested his head on the tree, suddenly exhausted. He muttered something in his native language and a thin veil of magic covered him, hiding him from view from the outside world, and fell into a very light sleep.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
The sleep didnt do anything of significance to help recover his stamina, only providing him a chance to rest his legs. He would fly, but flying men may not be very common here in Avaleur. It mattered not to him, but making enemies with the wrong people could end up ending his life relatively fast in an unknown land. He released the invisibility shield and stood, shaking his legs and stretching. "I hate forests. Too cramped." he muttered to himself. He heard a rustling sound behind him, and quickly turned, sword at the ready. A deer jumped out of the brush and looked at Dadramora quizically, then hopped of into the forest again. Dadramora sighed and shethed his blade, then turned and started walking slowly towards the city. (for anybody who views this, sorry if double posting is taboo here. I don't get much time to be online.)
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Kavanah swoped through the air, his wings had once again finally revived from his battle with the bone dragon. It felt good to be alright again.
He landed softly on the ground in a small clearing in the trees. He hadn't played his harp for quite awhile and it seemed to always clear his mind and help him relax. He walked over and leaned against a tree as he pulled out his harp and began play a dark melodic tune to match with the day, since it was sort of a cloudy and depressing day.
Steele (human form) darted out from the forest tackling the deer that had run by onto the path. He pulled out a knife from his jacket and stabbed it in the neck. It wasn't everyday that a deer just ran right towards you. Steele chuckled getting onto his feet. When he heard the harp music he looked around a bit confused. What idiot would play music this deep into the forest? Even if you stayed on the path you'd still have to worry about the dangerous hydra's in it and spiked geckos. He turned and saw a figure walking towards the city. 'Hmmm." Steele thought. "Ye there." He called. "Din't suppose ye' have any rope with ye' di' ye?" He asks.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Dadramora looked at the man quizically. He had heard the commotion, and apparantly he had managed to kill the same dear with a knife and nothing else. "No, sorry. Can't say I just carry rope around with me all the time. Would you happen to have any fur from an animal that I could use? Preferably a few inches in length."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Steele thought for a moment. "Indeed I do, jus' not on me' rite' now." He joked pulling out the knife from the dead deer. "Say.." Steele says pointing his finger. "Yer a long ways from thee city lad, what tis' it' yer doin' out here anyway?" He asked. Despite being a knight of Avaleur, he was still very territorial and thuggish.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"I'm coming to find out if an old enemy of my people have come to Avaleur if you must ask. If they're here and in low numbers, I will kill them all. Now, get me some fur and I can have your rope, my furry friend." Dadramora smiled wryly. He wondered if this werewolf had guessed Dadramora knew what he was.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Steele tilted his head, He hoped he was just referring to the black fur on his jacket collar. "Hmmmm..." Steele thought, his eyes cold and calculating. "Whoo's aboot' tis'," He pulled out a pouch. "I'll pay ye fir' thee rope. 100 coins, Hoo's that sound?" He gave a wolfish grin.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"I have no use for coin. All I would ask in return is a small-favor, I guess you'd say. And you don't have to hide the fact that you're a werewolf. I can tell by the way the animals in the forest act around you. They avoid this place even now, and there aren't any dragons around. Therefore, you are a werewolf. And who's playing that harp?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Steele looked observantly at Dadramora. He had incredible armor, such a thing would fetch a great price at the market. He wasn't eager to get into another fight though, it'd only been a week since the incident with Balius and his leg and jaw still hurt. "Fair enough." Steele said shrugging. Just who was this guy? "Hmm, ye should wait rite' here. I din't think Balius ell' take ti' kindly ti' visitors." He picked up the deer and placed it on his back.
"Kavanah ell' ye' shut up with that racket!?" Steele called out, how a friend would tell you to shut up. He'd heard Kavanah play before, it was actually quite nice, but Steele just wanted to get his attention.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Kavanah stopped playing as he heard the yell. Was that Steele? He hadn't seen him for some time. He placed the harp back in his satchel and began walking around looking for him. His wings retracted into his back as he weaves through the trees.
"Steele?! Is that you?" he called out chuckling a bit.
Dadramora smiled inwardly to himself. He'd been eager for a fight for a long time, and a werewolf would be a perfect opponent to warm himself up on. "So your name is Steele, huh? I would love to test your abilities when you're ready. Have fun with the deer wolfy." Dadramora said. Then he looked to his left as this Kavanah person appeared. He had two black wings and two white wings, very odd. "How do you do Kavanah? Tell me, would you happen to know anything of a man named Goria? He's an old acquaintance of mine." Dadramora said this last part with evident disgust, even though he tried to hide it to the best of his ability.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Kavanah noticed the two and waited until he was next to the two before he answered, he looked at Dadramora, "Um yes, I suppose this is sort of odd really. I just met him, like ten minutes ago. I came here when he told me to leave. I take it you aren't to fond of him, I am not sure who is." he chuckled.
Alert, Dadramora snatched the necklace around Kavanah's neck. "Where was he?! Tell nobody to go there under any circumstances, and keep away after today. First, though, take me to where he was? Miyol would be hurt still, but maybe with help..."
Last Edit: Feb 3, 2012 15:13:18 GMT -5 by dragoon01
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Kavanah surprised by the sudden hold of him turned into the darkness, his necklace broke off and dangled in Dadramora's hand. He reformed out of the tree's shadow that he had taken shelter in. "I can take you, if thats what you want," he said raising an eyebrow a little weirded out.
Dadramora was shocked at himself. He never let his emotions take hold of himself. Angrily, he gave Kavanah his necklace back. "When you take me, it'd be in your best interests to run. I just have to see HIM with my own eyes..."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Kavanah looked up at the sky, "It's cloudy, which means I can run quite fast." he nodded to Steele, "I guess I'll have to catch up with you later," he chuckled as his wings reappeared out of his back. "Shall we go?!" he asked after turning back to Dadramora.
Kavanah lauched himself off of the ground with his legs and soared into the air. He stopped when he was a good ways above the tree tops. "He pointed toward the mountains, we are heading that way."
Dadramora kept up with Kavanah easily, admiring the grace with which he flew. "Why the two different colors?" He asked casually as they flew towards their potential deaths.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?