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[BrienaSkysong]

Briena snarled, as the Vampire fought, then snatched her dagger frm his hand and sheathed it in her scabbard belt.
She glared at him, though she did say, stiffly, "Thank you."
She then strode from the room, nodding in passing to anyone who had braved staying while she had scared the men away.
She paused, the leapt high into the air, swinging from the rafters by her hands, before flipping magnificently to stand on the rat=fter beam. There, she lounged, with no room for visitors on her pirch. There, she watched as the men began to creep in, looking around with wide eyes.

Briena grinned to herself.
The Vampire was right about one thing. The humans here were as edgy as cattle in a storm.

[Tarskius]

Jevols eyes blinked away from his tabletop as he lifted his head an almost purred query hummed from his throat. A look of wide-eyed wonder planted itself firmly on his features. He placed his jade optics on the angelic visage of the now screaming woman, his left fang untucked and sticking out over his lip as he slid timidly out of his chair, not necessarily scared but rather not wanting to disturb anything. The neko's nimble digits slipped gingerly into his somewhat tight yet free dress pants as he approached the massive hoard of men piled on top of the source of his interest. Jevols peaked his head up over one man then popped below and came back behind another, "nya?" and "mrah?" accompanied his movements as he seemed to question nothing but the air before him for all the good it did. Then suddenly all the men were fleeing for their lifes, the neko easily hopping left or right to avoid being touched by any of them, his eyes never leaving the now transformed woman. A delighted laugh escaped his lips as he saw her in the shape of his bodily influence. The joy found in this soon died and he physically seemed to shrink, his head drooping down as she transformed back. From the corner of his eye the feline caught a flying body come from the doorway, his form rolled forward onto his left hand's splayed fingers., coming up into an easy handstand. The same look of casual puzzlement never left his face, his now gravity bound bangs revealing it even moreso. The body was immediately followed by a stake, Jevols simply split his legs a bit apart, letting the wooden thing sail in between the limbs. With that the man pushed off with his arm and spun forward so that he landed softly into a cross-legged position. "Hrm...Nya...". He looked to Sonusai and the girl who tried to rob him blind, "So what was that about?" was the oblivious query.

OOC: I know it's late, I'm typing all this up on my Blackberry so I'm far from speedy at posting. So sue me.

[Sage Akia]

OOC: Ok ^.^ *gives Tar a court summons* I hope you have a lawyer.

Sage sighed as he walked across the tavern. This day had turned out to be pretty ordinary for him. Meet a beautiful elven girl, get in several fights where he almost died, and being attacked by a hunter. Nothing new... well except for the elven girl. She was defiantely the most interesting thing about the entire day. Though she had stabbed him in the chest, Sage wasn't the slightest bit mad at her. She had only been defending herself....

[BrienaSkysong]

OOC: I rate it a five star! EPICEPICEPICEPIC!!!!!

Briena continued to watche the Neko, her interest piqued.
She did like making friends, as long as they didn't present any danger to her or her friends.

She was a bit like a Neko in her playful with friends nature. And she could become a Neko, and even a Cat/elven mix, with fur all over her body, hand-like, clawed paws, and, of course, face, tail, and ears of the cat.
But her fiery hair always stayed. She often wore a breast wrap, (Very Sexy... xD) and a silk sheet for a skirt.

Her markings would be any type, from tabby, or all black or all white, to calico, or the Siamese cat markings.
Right now, she just lounged on the rafter beam and watched.

[Sonusai]

Sonusai giggles nervously, a dainty hand covering her mouth. "That would be a vampire, and the maiden he is after. Rather like a fairytale, actually." She smiles, blushing, the reddish hue clashing with her olive green skin. Her ocean colored eyes twinkle, as she looks at her glass, blushing.

[BrienaSkysong]

"Aye. I am sure he's after me. But... He... Won't... Get... Me... No man will."
She said, chortling, from above.
She Shifted into a small, pure black panther and hunkered on the beam, eyes observing all beneath her.

[Tarskius]

A small twitch to his features and Jevols turned his neck to the left, his teeth lightly snappin at seemingly nothing. The man grumbled and sniffed a bit under his breath, "Maiden? Maiden?! But she's a cat! I saw her turn into a human from one! Maiden? That's just silly." The neko had chewed boredly on his collar in between words, his eyes slowly drifted up to the rafters, his snacking suddenly ceased as he spotted the cat-woman staring at him, his eyes narrowing a bit. He rolled backwards, keeping his legs rolled together still until he kicked up into the air so that he flipped over on his hands and feet. Without a moment's pause the man scurried with uncanny speed and crawled up the stairs and out of sight within seconds of his limbs touching ground. His limber self appeared on the rafter the same as the woman who seemed so fascinated with him, his head the only thing that popped abruptly around the bottom of the rafter at the woman, looking up as she looked down. Jevols sounded off with a loud and triumphant "Hiiiii!!!" In the same instant he made his unannounced entry, broad grin gleaming in the light, eyes alight with childlike cheer despite her changed appearance. A cat is a cat after all.

[BrienaSkysong]

"Arrrraaaooor!!"
The Neko had vanished and she had closed her eyes.
But she didn't get to rest long.
A cheerful- and LOUD exclaimation caused the woman-turned-panther to shoot through the ceiling with a roar of suprise.
After landing on the floor upstairs, a pair of big blue eyes peeked over the edge of the hole, centered in the panthress's black face.
She blinked, expecting to see Morgan's orange eyes grinning back at her. But no. It was the Neko she had been watching.
She squeezed up a grin, though she looked entirely flustered and embarrassed.
"Heh..."

[Tarskius]

Jevols continued to grin whole heartedly at the woman, he seemed to not even notice that she'd just gone psycho on the ceiling above her. With a slight tilt to his head the naïve neko started a line of query, slow at first but quickly speeding up, "Hey.....You're a cat right...or are you a neko? I mean, the girl down there says you're a maiden....but that's ridiculous since I've never met a maiden with fur. Except that big brustly man who came in wearing a dress...But I wonder if he counts as a maiden in the first place. Well, I still say you're a cat or a neko, all that other stuff just doesn't make sense. I know I've never met another neko but I've also never met a maiden with paws and ears so I think I'm right and you're a cat or a neko." He paused momentarily from his breathless splurge before deeming it fit to reiterate his question just one last time, "You're a neko, right?"

[Sonusai]

Sonusai chuckles. Show-off. All the nekos and part-nekos from her village could never resist showing off how flexible they were, compared to the rest of us. Ah, the memories. Taking a small black handkerchief out of her cloak pocket, she wipes her eyes, trying not to cry.

"Sonusai, sweetie, come back inside!" Her long black skirt was muddied, and her hands filthy, as she plays in her little herb garden. Sonusai is always into the earth. Her mother would just laugh, and smile, knowing that the fae heritage wouldn't let her stay away. Her best friend, Selene, so named because she is the seventh daughter of a Neko noble, and a Selkie, sat with her, discussing their future. It is Sonusai's fifteenth birthday, and the day when a husband will be chosen for her. Selene had given her a new spade, and a small packet of boba seeds. The boba plant would produce small white and purple flowers, that gave off a heavenly scent, and could get rid of a cough or chest pains if put in a poultice. "Who doth thee think thy father chose?" asked Selene. Sonusai shrugs her shoulders. "I doth not know, but I do hope he is kind, and caring." She and Selene giggle, as the latter stands up, and, stepping outside the small garden, does a few back flips. "When I turn fifteen in a few months, I am going to start planning my wedding immediately!" cries Selene, giggling, as she goes from a back flip into a somersault. "Art thee sure? What if you do not like the man they choose?" Selene smiles, "I'm sure my father will pick a good man, just like yours." Sonusai finishes planting the boba seeds, giving the last little one a small kiss for good luck, and covers the hole with rich earth, making sure to leave enough space for growth between each seed. Boba seeds were different from other ones. Every seed grows quite large, and she would soon have to add a few more spaces for more plants. Hugging her friend close, she wipes off her hands, and Selene gives the thumbs up sign that there is not any dirt on her face, a first in almost forever. Humming a little tune, Sonusai waves good bye to her friend, and walks into the house, to meet her husband-to-be.

Sonusai drinks from her glass of water, unaware that she had started crying. Who would have thought that she would be the only one to survive that large village, and that her best friend would be the first to die from the plague only two years later? And that the man her parents chose would go insane and beat her? Sonusai dabs her eyes with her handkerchief, staring off into space.

[BrienaSkysong]

Briena stared at him, long after his questions had died.
"Ah... Eh... Huh?" Was her blank reply... This lad was so much like Morgan...'
And suddenly, her playful nature soaked into her mind and she pounced playfully!
"Well, I am not a real Neko, but I can shift to become one. I can turn int any creature or being. Almost."
She purred.

[kevdarron]

During all the confusion and fighting, Kev slipped into Jevols unoccupied chair. Her previous irritation at having been caught dissipated almost immediately, her attention fixed on the shape-changing woman.

"Boy... that'd be useful, huh?" This query was directed at the pretty girl next to her. When it went unanswered, she turned to the now quietly weeping lady.

Dark eyes widened. "Awkward.." she thought before clearing her throat. "Come on now, what's wrong? Crying in tavern usually happens after the liquor starts flowing, not before." Forgetting entirely that all her money had previously come from Sonusai, she laid a hand on her shoulder and offered, "So let me buy you a drink and show you it can't be that bad!"

[Sonusai]

Sonusai jumps, startled at having been caught crying. "Oh, I beg thy pardon. Twas merely caught in a memory." The words sink in after a minute, and she smiles, faintly, her ocean colored eyes twinkling. "No, I do not touch alcohol. Twas what my first husband used to get drunk and beat me with." She blushes, not intending on sharing that bit of information. She slowly puts down the hood of her cloak, and the scars on her face and neck shine from the tears. The scars range from across her forehead, to all along her right cheek, and there are old marks from a pair of nails digging in deep on her slender neck. Her eyes are haunted. The name "Raphael" was forcefully tattooed behind a dainty ear.

[deedubya]

The water splashed around his moccasins as he crossed the stream, now entering the final leg of his journey. His white hair flowed out behind him as he continued on his jog towards the inn, moonlight glinting off his sword and making his eyes flash. The deer carcass resting across his shoulders started to grow heavy as his trip went on, but he knew Renegade would be counting on him. His breath started a little laboured as the exertion took it's toll on his muscled body. He had been travelling for the better part of the day with the meat, hunting well beyond the range than was normally required. Damn, but his last delivery had been over two weeks ago, it must have run out by now.
Something dark has entered the forest. Laughing out loud to himself for a moment, Weylyn glanced over to see Tamaska regarding him oddly. Padding along silently beside him, Tamaska's grey and black mottled fur seemed naught but a shadow in the moonlight.
"Don't give me that look, I was just thinking. Something dark has entered the Forest, I can feel it's presence, and the lingerings of magic is in the area... Odd though isn't it, that something dark would enter the Dark Forest?"
Once again laughing to himself at his own joke, Wylen D'Amil padded on through the Dark Forest, growing ever closer to The Dark Forest Tavern, where he could finally lay down his burden and take a well deserved rest.
"Maybe we'll find out what's been spooking up the wildlife and pushing the game so far too." Weylyn said once again regarding Tamaska. No reply was forthcoming, no reply was ever forth coming. Just the regard of those deep brown eyes, seeming far more intelligent than they should.
Weylyn D'Amil, drow hunter and wolfkin to the ark Forest Clan, took comfort in the added weight of the sword on his back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sweat now glistening on his darkened brow, exhaustion dragging on his every movement, Weylyn felt a surge of fresh energy when he rounded his last corner to see The Dark Forest Tavern. Limbs no longer feeling of lead, exhaution all but forgotten, Weylyn practically ran the last quarter mile seperating him from rest and a comfy bed. Dropping the deer around back, Weylyn took a moment to get his bearings. Unfamiliar presences clouded his senses, and the radiation of powerful magics left a sour taste in his mouth.
"Looks like the tavern has some new guests hey?" Weylyn asked of Tamaska with a smile. "Let's see if we can't make an aquaintance of them... and you'd better behave too. In the name of all that is holy, if I have to pull your flee bitten hide off another innocent bystander, well... I'll shave off all your hair while you sleep!"
Tamaska issied a low growl and Weylyn gave the wolf a playful shove, nimbly jumping ot of range and skipping just out fo reach fo teh wolf's nips at his heels, giggling all the while. Bursting through the door, Tamaska right on his heels, he nearly tripped over himself at teh feeling of power in the building. He did in fact trip over a crack in teh floor and fell heavily on his stomach, unable to roll out of the way as Tamaska too landed directly on top of him. Weylyn held a suspicion that this was not so accidental.
"Tamaska you're crushing me you oaf! I demand you remove your copulous backside from my being. And that breath man! In the name of the gods, if you refuse to chew the metholanth leafs I so willingly provide, at least stop licking yourself!" Finally removing himself from under the wolf, Weylyn rolled onto his back, only to find two sets of Neko eyes regarding him oddly from the rafters. "Well, now, there's a sight you don't see everyday. Tam, you didn't happen to chase those two up there while crushing my ribs did you? No? Ah well, for the better anyway."
Standing and brushing himself off, he looked around, noticing a few curious glances from those seated about. Giving a broad smile to all onlookers, and a few nods to some old familiars, he approached two ladies at the bar. Weylyn swpt a graceful bow, white hair cascading around his shoulders. "Mi'ladies, allow me to pick my jaw up off the floor as you grace me with beauty befitting a queen." Taking each of their hands, ignoring the look of shock through red rimmed eyes on the face of one and something bordering cold disgust on the other, he kissed each hand in turn, bright blue eyes twinkling and managing a quick wink before Renegade rounded the corner from the kitchen.
"You son of a mut!" the portly man yelled, "I have been waiting two weeks for you! Lucky that I have been slow of late, or my patrons would all be starving right now and I'd be forced to cut your prices... and what is that beast doing in here? Last time he nearly ripped out a customer's throat!"
"Still your tongue man!" Weylyn jested approaching the bar, "This beast here is family to me. As I remember though, it was only a little playful wrestling on Tam's part, and the customer in question had attempted to garner a ride from Tam... on the subject of beasts though, how is your mother of late? Would you pass along my greetings to her, I do miss her dearly!" A wide grin splitting his leathery features, Weylyn gratefully accepted a tankard of ale from the Innkeeper, and leaned in closer, his voice growing low and with a more serious tone to it.
"What's been going on around here since I last left? Strange presences have spooked the game for leagues, else I would have returned much sooner! Should I be ready to unsheath my sword soon or is the magic I feel clouding this place that of a friendlier sort?"
Renegade also leaned into the bar, "Well, of those you see, be wary your pockets around the short one down the way a little. The half neko in the rafters there is not all she appears to be. Even for you my friend, that is all I'm willing to say about that! Of those you don't see, well... let's just say it's been an interesting day around here. I'm glad you... and your sword... are around though, and let's just leave it at that."
Taking a deep drink from his ale, Weylyn turned to once again regard the two neko's in the rafters. Though one chatted away amiably, the other returned his gaze with an odd expression, ranging from mild curiousity to... confusion perhaps? Giving the half blood a smile, he turned back to Renegade, who now held out a fair chunk of meat. Weylyn grabbed the chunk of meat, taking a fair bite off then tossing it to Tamaska who happily accepted, padding off to lay by the hearth and enjoy the meal of deer meat. Clapping Renegade on the shoulder, Weylyn turned down the bar and regarded the two ladies seated not far along with a smile.
"Worry not about my pockets friend," he said loudly, eyeing out the shorter one, "for I have no pockets to look after!" Laughing to himself, he once again approached the two.

[Sonusai]

Blushing bright red, Sonusai regards the handsome gentleman who entered the tavern with a beautiful wolf by his side. The reddish hue clashes with her olive green skin tone. She dabs her eyes with a small black handkerchief, before placing it back in her pocket. Her ocean colored eyes betray a look of distrust and hope simultaneously. Still blushing, she sips from her cup of water, and keeps her head down, yet her haunted eyes watch the gentleman, as he saunters towards them.

[deedubya]

Still grinning broadly, Weylyn noticed a slight blush on the woman with the olive tone skinned. Drinking deeply from his ale, he approached her, locking her eyes. Seeing the distrust belied there, yet sensing there was more to her, he no longer acted so brash as before, instead stopping a few paces away, leaving a confort zone for the woman.
"Pardon my earlier jests. Though your beauty still holds me in awe, I would like to properly introduce myself." Dipping a slight bow as he spoke, a small flower of white, splayed with vibrant shades of yellow, red, and light green appeared in his hand as if by magic. "I am Weylyn D'Amill, hunter of the beautiful lands surrounding us, friend to the forest, provider of fine cuisine for this noble establishment, and last, but not least, traveller extroidinaire. My furry friend so graciously cleaning his groin area over there is named Tamaska, though you may simply call him Tam if you so choose. And this," he said, closing the distance and finally handing her the flower "should help dry those eyes. Looking upon it myself, I cannot help but smiling, and seeing such a thing as tears in an ocean of blue, it seems only fitting."
Cautiously waiting to gauge her reaction, Weylyn again drank from his tankard, being sure to wipe the foam from his beard.

[kevdarron]

Kev regarded the newcomer with a mixture of amusement and wariness in her eyes. "You're certainly a charmer, aren't you?"

She paused and then continued. "And don't listen to what that man," she tilted her head back to indicate the man behind the bar, glaring at him a little, "has to say about me." Her dark eyes grew round and innocent. "I'm not some dirty pickpocket. Merely a victim of misfortune."

All of this was of course a blatant lie. Money really wasn't that much of a problem for her. And though there was nothing in her demeanor to suggest it, she had been silently examining the hunter in order to better rob him blind.

[Tarskius]

Jevols gives an almost frightened scream as he's pounced upon, not at all used to playing with other felines much less a panther. He was knocked from his spot on the rafter with a face full of fur following him down as he smashes into a table. He layed there, dazed for several seconds, before his head suddenly perks up and he resumes his narrative as if naught had happened, "Not a neko or a cat? No, no, no, you've gotta be one or the other. I'm sorry, miss, but you're clearly mistaken. And I'm not buying into that shapeshifting stuff." The almost human neko squinted a bit as if deciphering a great mystery, a thought coming to his tongue, "Then again....It did taste kinda funny when you switched back and forth..."

[BrienaSkysong]

Bri was distracted by a newcomer...
When she took a moment to look at the Neko, she blinked.
"Urm... Sorry." She said, dropping to the floor, Shifting back into her main Form... That of the beauty she was.
She checked him over for injury, keeping an ear tuned on the man with the wolf.
"... So graciously cleaning his groin..."
Bri blinked at that.
Then glanced at the wolf, who was, indeed, taking his tongue to the male area.
She grinned, but tried not to laugh.
Noticing that Jevols had begun rattling off questions, and that there was no injury, Briena nodded to herself, using her Touch to make sure there would be no injury.
That done, She Shifted into her favorite Form...
"Young Jevols... I am a half elven, half human woman. With a Gift passed down to my blood by my..." She broke off and spun to leave the Tavern.
"Your highne-" Renegade was cut off by a sharp snarl. But this time, he moved to follow her. He knew that Weylyn was trustworthy with her secret. He suddenly threw up his hands and let her go. "BAH!" He grumbled.

The massive, pure white she-wolf loped out the door, passing the man and his wolf. She was at least a half fot taller than the male she passed.

She moved with that grace all wolves had, but her grace had a faint, cat-like feel to them.
Briena slipped out of the Tavern, heading out for a hunt...

She slowed as she scented her prey. A moose. Perfect. She would be able to take it to Renegade to pay for her room...
She slunk low to the ground, and stalked her prey. Hunting alone as a wolf was difficult, but immensly fun!
...

Renegade waited until she was well out of hearing range before he walked to Weylyn.
"She is a legend if you know who she is... Hah! But if know you, you already know who she is. And why she runs."
The burly man sighed. "Her Grandfather is one King Lionel. King of the Elven. I knew him well, having been travelling through his lands while he was riding on that beast of a stallion... " Renegade trailed off.
Then looked at Weylyn.

[deedubya]

The half neko dropped from the ceiling, tranforming one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, then, abrubtly into that of a an amzing white wolf. Weylyn's breath caught for a moment, transfixed by the majesty she radiated. The neko/woman/wolf passed by him and out the door. All he could do was stare as she vanished into the darkness. She certainly is more than she appears. Might need to check up on that one later
His trance was interupted by the black haired woman seated by the bar. A sense of wry amusement came over Weylyn. For all appearences, she seemed to be of an age that put her in the womb long after he had come to live with drow. Spending many years among the dark race made him more than capable of playing mind games and reading the lies of others. He could see the woman sizing him up like a piece of meat at the butcher. Grin still dominating his face and blue eyes twinkling merrily, he turned to regard her for the first time.
"My dear, charms are for snakes, I simply speak what crosses my mind. As for Renegade, well, I'll let you in on a little secret." Leaning in close to the lady, he continued in a mock expression of secrecy, "He is, you see, an Innkeeper, making the extent of his knowledge mere rumors and bar whisper. I would believe nothing of the sort about you." He continued on, all merriment and humor gone "However, for homours sake, let's assume he speaks the truth. I am a man of few possesions, and of those I am very fond. Were you to find yourself in possesion of any one of them, I believe you would find pursuit to be swift, and merciless. I have an intimate relationship with the woods surrounding this Tavern for leagues, and there would be no safety in them for you. I might forewarn you as well, any previous thoughts you have garnered about a quick escape you may find to be somewhat... hindered. Tread carefully, I do not tolerate disrespect. Oh, and you can keep those coins you just aquired from my front pocket, by yourself a drink, enjoy the evening."
With that, he stepped away, a broad smile on his face ocne again. Bowing once more to the olive skinned lady, a nod of respect to the black haired woman. "Please excuse me, I have a bowl of stew waiting for me, I am quite famished from my journey. Please, enjoy your evenings. If you wish further company, I will be seated by the hearth, spinning tales and entertaining those who wish it." Walking away, he paused to recieve a bowl of stew and another ale from Renegade. Throwing him a wink, he simply proceeded to the comfy chair by the fire and sat with Tamaska.
"We have certainly found ourselves in interesting company friend. How, do you suppose, we go about this now?" Once again, all he recieved was the regard of those brown eyes, understanding and yet, non responsive. Renegade approached him, seeming fearful. Weylyn regarded him with a cool expression, letting the keeper say what he had to on his own time.
"She is a legend if you know who she is... Hah! But if know you, you already know who she is. And why she runs."
The burly man sighed. "Her Grandfather is one King Lionel. King of the Elven. I knew him well, having been travelling through his lands while he was riding on that beast of a stallion... " Renegade trailed off.
Weylyn's breath caught for a moment, realizing full well what it meant for her to be around. He had never actually seen the woman before, only heard tales of her beauty. Same had gone for the great Elf King, hearing of his great deeds and yet never gracing his presence. Slowly he collected his thoughts, turning suddenly to Renegade.
"Have I ever told you of the time Tamaska and I defeated the Troll Scourge of Rockglen?" Renegade stared dumbfounded at the abrubt shift of topic. Catching him off guard, Weylyn continued. "It i truly a marvelous tale, you should grab some ales and return, you will really love hearing it." Weylyn then started talking with Tamaska, recollecting how it had all began until Renegade had returned. By this time a few patrons had gathered round, eager to hear the tale as well. More calls for ale were shouted out and more patrons gathered as Weylyn settled into his storytelling, stopping only to drink.