{ Alright, Typical roleplay rules apply, No Twilight vampires. If things get steamy or sexy....well....We'll see XD;
If you want to one on one, thats okay too.

No plot yet, but the setting is simple. A Small/Medium sized town in winter. Very little snow. Modern Fantasy, but it has medival flair as well.

Please have fun, yes? c: }

A young girl, perhaps anywhere from twelve to fourteen, strode out of the local grocery store. Flicking hair out of her face, she made sure it was safe before crossing the street, and continued on, her eyes scanning the area for nothing in particular.

The girl was small, only about Five feet tall, with long black hair, and blue eyes. She was flat chested, and that, added with her height, made her look younger then she was.

She turned a corner on the sidewalk, scolding herself quietly. "You had to stay and grocery shop...It's late now, Alleune will be angry with you..." Shifting the plastic bags a touch to get circulation back in her fingers, she mumbled again. "Hiri, you can be so stupid sometimes."

Ivisis walked happily down the street, brown hair swinging behind her and catching any snow falling from the sky. Her breath came out in quick out takes, the winters chilly temperatures turning it into a white cloud. Smiling, her tan skin was flushed and she looked around, relatively lost. She was a traveler and was unfamiliar with the streets. In fact she had no idea where the inn was.

Rubbing her hands together, she spotted a young girl around her size, but obviously younger by a few years.While Ivisis had a medium sized chest, the other girl did not and had the hair of a raven, but none the less, Ivy started to make her way closer.

"Hello." She greeted warmly, tucking a strand of hair behind her pointed ear. She cleared her throat and smiled brightly. "I'm a little lost, can you help me?" Her voice was smooth and pleasant, like a song, as the young elf looked at the girl innocently.

Diamond walked down the street."Why did I have to get bitten by the Weretiger? Why not a werewolf." He had been in a contest. There were 36 were wolves and 1 weretiger. The one who was bitten by the weretiger would be granted a million dollors. He won the millon but didn't care. He hadn't gone to the contest on his own will. He was forced because he was a slave. He used $800 to buy his freedom. he put the rest of the million into the bank for intrest. He now had a lot of money to live off of but he was foever stuck with the ability to turn into a tiger.Then he saw two girls ahead."Maybe I can talk to them." he muttered under his breath.

Hiri glanced at the older girl, smiling slightly. "Ah, Yes, of course." She turned, looking at her full on. "What are you trying to find ma'am?"

Hiri looked her over, wondering if she was a traveler or a tourist...though there weren't many tourists here.It was a realitivly small town, nothing special.Shrugging that off, she shifted her grocery bag, and smiled again, the small form of a male in the corner of her eye, though she paid no mind.

"Excuse me but I was looking for some milk but I coudn't find the store. Would you mind leading me there?" he asked kindly. As he stared at the younger female he smelled elf as he looked at the second female. An elf here? I didn't know elves live intown. "So what might be your name young lady." he asked. He couldn't help noticing how her eyes stared at him as if she was stareing into his very soul.

Smithy walked the streets of the latest town she'd stumbled into. "Small town..." She muttered to herself. She flung the worn black leather bag over her shoulder. Her ruffled white vest buttoned and tied to protect her from the slight chill of the night that was settling in. A slight natrual swagger in her step, out looking for the local Inn, or more like, the local Inn's bar. She wandered around another corner. One that started to look slightly familiar. " 'Av I met you before?" She muttered to a flickering lamp post. She grinned and went to walk on but stopped as she spotted small gathering a little way up the street. "Well, well, well. What 'av we ere? Gossip perhaps? We all know what they say about small town's now don't we?" She said directing her gaze at the lamp post again with a grin, then dropped it as she took in the reality of her situation. "On we go" She muttered and walked towards the chattering few.

Ivy was unsure whether the new male was talking to her or the other girl so she decided to go and introduce herself. "I'm Ivisis, and this is..." She trailed off, realizing she had no idea who the girl was, "Um.. Actually I don't know." She laughed softly and shifted her weight to the other foot.

Turning to the girl, she informed her of what she was looking for, "Just an inn. Someplace to stay. I've got money and everything, but I'd like for it not to be completely high range." She smiled and shrugged. "I'm a traveler, ya know?"

Stretching slightly, her pointed ears twitched and she turned her head to face the person approaching them. They didn't appear too dangerous, so she waved warmly. It was in her nature to be approachable and kind, at least when she wanted to be. If she was scared, or didn't want to be found, you had a better chance of catching sunshine.

As she closed in she listened to the goings on of the small group. When she caught the greeting of the older woman she tried on a crooked smile and circled her right hand in an odd wave of greeting. Once upon them she slipped to stand next to her.

"Did ye say Inn, Luv?" She asked and grinned. "I've been up and down these 'ere streets lookin' for it. I've 'ad no luck so far. Now... I can tell you're just a traveller lookin' for th' Inn, but you miss might be able to help me." She said looking to the younger girl. "Us." She said and directed her gaze back to the older woman with a grin. She extended a hand, one finger held a solid silver ring.

"Smith, they call me Smithy" She said. "Or I do. Never stopped to pick up mates of me own." She confessed. "But now I'd be ramblin' on. I do that... Better than talking to lamp post but." She grinned and looked over the man's shoulder towards the lamp post, raising an eyebrow.

Hiri blinked, wondering where all these people had come from, in such a short amount of time. She adjusted her gaze to all three of them, and gave a wry smile. "Ah, well the grocery store is back that way," She pointed. "Straight down the road...And the Inn," She pointed to the street sign. "Is next to the Library, on Cobble Street." She motioned with her grocery bag for them to follow. "I can take you there if you'd like."

A tall man, above six foot, walked into the small town. His tightly muscled body hidden by the loose, flowing black pants and long sleeved black jacket he wore, the white shirt underneath nearly imperceptible. His paled, sullen skin was stark against his current clothing, and his stare was nothing short of dead, the irises themselves graying with age, despite his appearing only 26. This outfit allowed his hair to hang out, and its stark silver sheen was quite noticeable. Walking along in the silence, he thought of what brought him here. Vampirism. To some, a disease, to others the pinnacle of evolution, and still to others merely an escape from the normal world. He'd heard tales of one living around here, and from the auras he saw from the people it may be true. The knowledge he could learn from such a being was invaluable. He knew not the name of this particular individual, and even if he did he would never be so stupid as to walk around just asking about him. Making his way down the street, he passed fluidly between three girls and a man in conversation.

Eisei remained calmly collected, taking in the forms of the four that stood there. The girl speaking with the swashbuckler accent wasn't anything special, a human, but one with skill and a fancy for ancient artifacts, if the items she was adorned with were any indication. That one may be interesting to speak with. One of the other girls though, she was unique for such an area. He'd known some of her kind, even celbrated special days with them, but for the most part in towns nestled deeply in more temperate thickets. He mentally noted the man, as his eyes perceived the fur he may choose to wear eventually. His kind was strange to see, even in such an out of the way town. He would make sure to converse with this one at a later date, before he made his leave. He overheard the smaller girl say something of an inn, and where it was. From his training, it was easy to withstand many extreme temperatures, but an inn would provide a much needed item he needed. Information. With a sleek movement, he made his way toward the inn in question, ahead of the others.

Hearing the location of the Inn, Smithy had what she wanted and was ready to leave. "A loud place like an Inn next to a library? Odd" She said. She tilted her head back to look past the woman next to her catching a figure moving down what had been said as Cobbler Sreet. Raising an eyebrow she looked back to the younger girl. "Thank ye for the directional's, luv" She said and poked her head, squinting slightly in the loss of light at where the figure had been. "Off we go." She said and moved towards cobbler street.

She moved away from the small gathering and down Cobbler Street. She took off her ring and placed it in her bag. "Shant have ye taken by some nit wit" She mumbled. She peered into the scene before her as she walked. Stopping breifly to inform a lamp post of how rude they were before checking she wasn't being stared at, then moving on. She could see the Inn ahead. Evident even from the outside she crossed the road and began to make her way toward it.

Gasping slightly, Hiri looked down at her grocery bags, remembering she could possibly get in trouble for getting home late. Quickly she waved goodbye to the two remaining tourists (as she considered them), and turned to leave. She eyed the street sign once, checked the streets, and ran across, headed to her home. Upon doing so, she drifted into her thoughts about a special someone, and had a dreamy look on her face.

"I miss him..." She murmured to herself. Perhaps she'd go visit him later, but not tonight.

Eisei considered visiting the library later. Small towns like these could have some obscure knowledge to gather, and it wouldn't be hard to find it. For now, he had to work on the vampire. Entering the inn's bar, he found it calmly simplistic. There were a few people there, the Barkeep and a single waitress, some local girl with a bust. Sell, sell, sell. She had been taking glasses back to the barkeep, and when she heard the door open with a creak she'd turbned with a working smile. Her greeting was lost as she laid her eyes on him though. He had that effect on people, especially ones who'd only ever heard of people who looked like him. Her smile faltered a bit in the quiet that followed, but she found the words she was looking for at least, "Hello, can I get you anything?" He heard the door behind him, and his answer was slow, "Bring me a bottle of whiskey, and whatever you have to mix it with." As he passed, he dropped a good amount of the current currency upon her platter. He wasn't sure of the amount, but a few centuries of interest did quite alot for you. "That should take care of the cost. Make me aware if you require more." His silent steps went unheard as he sat at a table in the back, facing the door.

It was the older human girl, the one with the accent, that had happened in after him. He took a quick survey of her, and realized she'd removed her ring. A smart idea, considering it would have caught a hefty price. He watched her as she went through the same process as him, more or less.

Ivisis quickly followed after Smithy, thanking the young girl that gave them directions and hoped to see her again. Before she left though, she couldn't just leave the boy so she asked, "You coming?" Before turning around and gracefully running off towards the inn.

After a bit of exercise, the inn came into view and she smiled brightly. Excellent! Quickly, she made sure her items were securely on her hip, thigh, shoulder - basically all the spots she kept her belongings. Taking a deep breath, she was eager to walk inside. It was a strange atmosphere but she shrugged, enjoying to be out of the streets. Immediately sitting down, her pointed ears listened to all the sounds, and she noticed she was the only elf present. Hmm... It wouldn't be the first time. Elves weren't very common in small towns, or even big ones unless they rested by a large forest or some natural landscape. Her people were more nomadic and enjoyed moving around, rarely staying in one place for too long.

Stretching, she knew she was a bit low on money at the moment. Or at least she would be by the next couple of towns. Always liking to be prepared, she figured that this would be a good time to grab a few coins and whatnot. Pulling out her flute, she set a nice empty glass in front of her, and started to play. From experience she knew inns could be one of the best places to earn money or a meal. Drunk men especially, enjoyed a good song and a pretty lady. Her tune was a nice upbeat song, that instantly started to lighten the mood. Her bright eyes glowed almost hypnotically as the songs of the fey played through out the room.

The fey arts were some of the most beautiful he'd ever heard. They could sooth the savage nature of most beings, even if for a short while. This girl's talent in particular seemed to be quite superb. The melody was quick and high, happiness practically flying around the people gathered. It wasn't hard to figure out she needed money, from the glass she set before her. His whiskey had come, and he'd decided against mixing it with anything, and sent the other beverage back without a glance. His "Eternal Life" had the nasty side-effect of making him unable to get drunk. It wasn't too bad a compromise, but remaining sober all the time got old real quick. The only reason he drank at all was for the burn it brought to his body. The unnatural chill of his body could sometimes be mildly placated by such strong beverages, enough to the point he'd appear normal. It was perfect for gathering information. His eyes were drawn by the elf girl though, even as he drank. He'd spent much of his time with elves, for several reasons. Chief among them their longevity, and second was their arts. Poetry, music, dance, it was all so beautiful, as unhindered as the nature which they lived alongside. Fingering a few golden coins, he considered the best time to place them in the glass.

It wasn't long before the people around the inn were swarming towards her table, which she happily climbed up on and sat, swinging her feet to the beat of the song. Some were dancing, and galloping around the room in a fit of inspired exuberance while others threw coins into her small glass. They clapped and sang; the whole feeling of the inn now light and airy.

Ivy would have laughed at the actions at some of humans, if it hadn't been for the fact she was playing, and having quite a good time herself. Even the waitress seemed to take a bounce in her step, and it seemed that people were tipping heavily. It was a strange trance the elven arts could play on the unsuspecting folk. Not that the lithe creatures meant to, but it was a gift most of them received at birth. Some legends say Mother Nature and the Gods grant these talents to the fey because of their protection and love of the earth ,while others believe it's a magic embedded into the elven blood and bones. Whatever it was, it could make a hostile murderer sing with joy, or a ray of sunshine weep with sorrow.

Eventually her song came to an end and when she brought down the flute, clapping ensued. Many around her yelled out requisitions, and her cup was quickly filling up. "Time for fate to pick the song." She announced, pulling a small marble from her pouch. Turning around and facing opposite of the crowd, she tossed the small orb over her shoulder. The one to catch would be the one to request.

Smithy entered the Inn. Taking in the small crowd she muttered to herself, "Library wont need much sound proofin' after all" She was greeted by seemingly cheerful waitress. "Hello, Can I get you anything?" She asked for what would've been the millionth time in her carrer. "Ah yes, Luv. Just a rum. Ancient drink for a' ancient... obsseser." When she turned to ready her order Smithy walked through the room seating herself at the bar.

She scanned the room taking in what she could tell of each person. She nodded to the elven woman as she came in. Most people she wouldn't consider a threat so far. A man sitting alone she presumed was the man she'd glimpsed in the streets. When her drink came she took a swig and listened to the up-beat tune from the elven woman's flute. Moving her heel quietly to the beat.

After she'd finshed her drink, not stupid enough to leave her possesions at the bar she picked them up and took them with her as she dropped a few coins of her 'drinking money' into her glass. Then without hesitation moved aside into a clear spot between to tables where a few other were and began dancing with them, clapping her hands lightly with the beat as she did. When the song ended the moved towards the bar again to order another drink as she watched the other's scramble to get ahold of the small orb, and get their request played.

Eisei watched them scramble for the marble, amazed that not even one of them could resist the compulsion of the song. No, that was false. The accent girl seemed almost unnaffected, though she also appeared ready to dance for little reason to begin with. The effects of the marble could be seen quite easily, as some of the men were punching. It wouldn't do to lose possible holders of info by them getting kicked out, so he tipped the scales in someone's favor. With a flick, one of the coins nailed someone on the shin, and the first jerk of pain kicked the marble away from the crowd. He expected a man on the outskirts to grab it, but he'd misjudged just how drunk they were, and the marble rolled just beneath his table. He stared at it a moment, picking it up and rolling it over in his palm. Looking up, he found every guy was angry at him. Great. He was tempted to throw the marble back into the fray, but decided better of it. Standing swiftly, he moved through the crowd and up to the girl. Careful not to let her touch his skin, he dropped two coins in the glass, and with the drop of the marble into her hand he remembered the name of an old song once sung by an elven friend of his, "The Valley's King." He walked away nimbly, unsure whether she'd know it. It was depressing, and she may even decide to just not do it. Either way, he revealed that he had knowledge of the Ancient Elves, and that was enough to move his plan forward.

Startled by the commotion her little marble escapade had brought on, she was about to call the whole thing off and apologize when someone finally caught it. She smiled in relief and then watched as he emerged from the crowd. He was different from all the rest... Not human. To the average eye, they wouldn't be able to tell right away, but she could see it. Vampire, perhaps?

She waited patiently as he handed her the marble and then the money. "Thank you." She added gently with a nod of her head. Now, the room for the most part was silent, eager to hear the song the male would choose. When the words left his mouth and he started to back away, Ivy watched him intently. So, he was familiar with the ancient songs? Interesting. Keeping her face blank for the most part, she blinked, a small smile creeping onto her face.

"As you wish." She muttered in amusement, the whole crowd seeming to hold their breath. Clearing her throat, she set aside her flute by laying it in her lap. Her voice would be her instrument for this one. For a moment, the people of the inn appeared to hold their breath in anticipation. They wouldn't know the song, at least not until now.

Taking a deep breath, she began. Her voice was soft at first, barely above a whisper yet it echoed around the room. The song itself was dark and filled with sorrow, but he did request it and she promised to entertain. As the song picked up in complexity, so did the tragedy of her voice - the emotions of the drunken quickly turning sober, and the sober quickly turning to tears. Letting the words come out in a morbid fluency, some of the lyrics she didn't know outside of the elven language, but mixing in her own tongue only seemed to effect the people more.

Finally her voice faded gently into the night, the only remains of it were awe and the tear brimmed eyes staring back at her. Running her hands through her hair, sniffling men and women brought her more money, filling it to the brim. She smiled warmly in thanks. Standing up, she gathered her things and started to head to the desk and request a room, the silence as loud as any applause.

Smithy watched desperate squabble of the men and women turn violent all for the small orb and the request of beautiful music. She kept her eye on the marble as much as she could. She watched it fly away from the till squabbling group and raised a brow as she watched the man retrieve it. "Interestin'" she mumbled to herself. As he made his way to the elven woman she got her first real glimpse of the man. "Very interestin'" She said to herself.

He requested a song, the title of which she couldn't hear from her distance. When the elf placed her intrument away she raised her chin slightly in intrest. When she began to sing she moved herself back to lean on the bar. The song was new to her and the tune sad, almost depressing. The elven woman sung it very well, as if it was a part of her. Though the choice of song sparked an intrest of the curious man, that somehow didn't seem quite... Human. When the song ended she looked at the crowds new mood. In minutes the elf had turned the bored and lonley into a singing dancing group, and then brought them right back down again.