<span style='color:gray'> Date: 4 Month: Tria Year: 81378 (4) Rays of white-hot sun light beat down on the dark paths of Bhim's devious Black Market, the early days of Tria providing pure heat to both irritate and burn those occupying the streets in the early morning. The dangerous scarlet-yellow orb of sheer heat obove, throwing down its sheets of thermal energy upon the con artists and dealers appeared to be taking some effect. The Black Market wasn't half as busy as usual. Though of course, the usual shady characters, adorning dark clothing could be seen leaning against walls, eyes full of shifty glares, as well as their heat-induced frustration. Dealers were seen trying to keep to the shadows, for a change though, not to keep out of sight, but to keep out of the sun. Unlike the black adorning others that were dwelling in the area, a very contrasting pendragon soon appeard, walking casually down one of the roughest area's of the Market. This other was female in nature, her genes leaning strongly to that of a feline. Her figure was in bipedial shift, both trim and slender, 'twas obvious that the feline took care of her appearance - always able to turn a few male heads. The main jist of her silky coat was white, tinted with amber here and there, very noticable in the strong but unusual sunlight of Bhim. The delicate fur that runs around her shoulders and down her back, is riddled with spots and speckles, of a hot orange hue. Greatly resembling an earth-based cheetah due to this, her spots are one of this feline's favourite of her features. Long tresses of this same hot orange roll down her back, and rest a few inches above her waist. Though they hide a lot of her spots, they are still quite clear on her lower back and shoulders. Another main feature of this seducing feline's back, are the two, large leathery wings that sprout from her shoulder blades, usually folded at her back. Though, on this blazing hot day, they were high in the air, out-stretched to provide slight shelter from the sweltering white heat. Unlike the rest of her body, her wings are 'reversed' - delicate white spots dusted on orange-amber fur, and the bottoms tiped with purest of polar white. Delicate swrils of amber rested under each of her eyes, looking a lot like two small tatoos - though most were unsure if they were or not. This amber and ivorn female took confident strides down the black streets of the dangerous Market, soon slowing to look at dodgy stalls, run by even dogdier pendragons. She was indeed aware that most of the merchandise that was strewn upon these stalls, was probably stolen, or of sheer poor quality, but she was obsessed with curiously searching them. Most items were mysterious, one of a kind.. And often cheap. Long, thin white tail, banded with deep orange at the tip, swayed silently behind the seductive feline, as pure amber optics browsed over the intricate and busy stalls. A soft smirk was visable on her maw, just in the off chance she was to see something of interest. If there was something laying within the piles of rubbish on the stall that was worth her time, she was not about to pay full price for it. It would either be stolen, or if the stall-owner male, the female would seduce them, getting the price lowered to what she saw fit. Devious, yes. But hell, was she good at it.</span>
::the streets buzz with the chatter of others, the black markets gloomy touch reaching everwhere, Jaton came out of the shadows to where he was standing, noticing a rather particular femme strolling up the dark pathways, his dark glare watcher her ever move, stride, blink. but yet he stays close to the shadows, not being fully seen.:: ::he waches her with eager eyes, knowing this one would be some fun to mess with, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the streets, Jaton's tail flame glows a bright red, as he watchers her, and slowly starts walking, along side her, but in the distance, following her, keeping a steady pace next to her. but not quite, he spreads his wings and stops, turning to her::
<span style='color:gray'> Sly grin rolls over seducing features, as the presence of a male nearby is detected. Had she caught someone's attention already? Must be a record.. Of course, there was always the possibility that he too was looking for an item on the stall, or perhaps he was one of Bhim's many assasins, out to destroy her. Not likely, though - probably just inticed by her appearance, a bit of mere physical attraction. That was usually why the 'gentlemen' followed her around here. Thinking silently to herself, she assesses her situation. How to play with this new company? Looks like you've hooked another one, dear. Time to keep him on his toes.. Twisting her grin to a flattering, pretty smile, she looks to the male. Eyes quickly run over his body, analysing his masculine figure. Quite a dark one, winged, strong tail flame - a mesmorising scarlet hue. Interesting. This one would be a fun new toy. But of course, he wouldn't need to know that. Flicking long tresses of hot orange over her shoulder, she simply nods politely to the male, as though he was another stranger walking the streets. She made it seem as though she had assumed he was just looking over the stall. Lifting wings to shelter herself from the sweltering white heat on the dark streets of the Black Market, the seductive feline turns on her heels, already walking away from the other. Naked bipedal form slinks it's way casually down the middle of the street, the odd male glancing up from their dealings to look at her for a mere moment. Tail swings to the rhythm of her foot steps, whole body showing grace alongside an attractive, curvacious figure. If you want me, she thought silently to herself with smallest of sly grins, come and get me.</span>
Standing atop of one of the buildings in the black market stands a slim figure. Reaches his hand up and slides it over his mane slowly as he continued to look down upon the streets. But just as he looked a shot of orange caught his one eye. Glares slightly looking upon the orange female that was moving along the streets so gracefully. Shakes his head slowly then sighs a bit. Flips off of the building top, sliding down a drainage pipe and lands flat footed on the ground as he does. Licks his lips a bit then slides his hand over his red mane once more then moves out of the cover of the alley, just as the female crossed his path. He turns his blue furred body as he came out into the alley looking upon her with his one eye.
<span style='color:gray'> Orange seductress continued to walk silently along Bhim's dark streets in long, silky movements. Had the dark male from the market stall followed? Perhaps.. But if not, no matter. Maybe he was stunned by her beauty, and would soon hury after her, stumbling. Yes yes, that's what would happen. And again - if not, t'wouldn't be the end of the world. Others were sure to follow.. Whether it be her slim, curvy figure that catches their attention, or the intoxicating and tantalizing scent that belongs to her body alone. Prediction then came true. Another male was in the running now, a flash of blue having appeared from above. It appeared that he was atop a building, prior to having slid down a drain pipe. This had all been spied from the corner of the feline's eye - she would not be making direct eye contact with this new male just yet. Ignore him. Play hard to get. Again - if they want you, they'll come and get you. 'Twas always more interesting when male's made the first move. So it was decided, and she did just that. Silently, not slowing nor picking up in pace, she continued on past the male. Just walked right on by, as though he wasn't even there. It always made her feel good to know that she had power over a male. Even if they didn't know it.. Often they didn't. Always thought that they had their own free will, that the pretty little feline couldn't affect them. But no no.. Quite the opposite. Without their awareness, she could manipulate them into doing her wishes.. All through pretty smiles, batting eyelashes and a simple flick of curvacious figure or slender tail. No real man could resist such a devious and seductive little thing..</span>
::he could see the other male going for the femme, he knew this meant competition, himself being fully prepared to wipe out any competition, his fur stood up with anticipation as he watched teh femme stroll up the streets of the black market, he looks around to see if others were watching him and gently folded his wings against his back:: this will be interesting ::he said to himself and he slowly started walking in her direction, he kept his distance, and made sure to keep him eyes on the other male, making sure that nothing happened to her, especially from him. Jaton just smiles and watches::
Fe'shi watched the female as she strolled on by him. Smirks lightly at her then turns his eye back to the other male that was coming up the way. Reaches his hand up and slides it along the side of his face then drops his hand away to him side. This 'dragon...he will never prove to be a formable match. Shakes his head once more then closes his one eye. A sudden gust of wind whips through the streets then he is blown away like sand as it went on through. The slim blue male reappears standing atop a pillar that was over looking the entire city. Glares slightly with his one eye and looked to the orange female as she continued on her way, being followed by the dull looking black furred male. Thinking to himself about the male as if he was some sort of thief or murder. Closes his eye once more vainsh as he did before then reappears standing at the next section of the market looking to the female as she came.
<span style='color:gray'> Oooh.. Exciting. The first male was definately following, the graceful orange feline oculd hear his movements, and feel his presence. And the second was dissapearing and re-appearing as though there was no tomorrow.. Would competition be lurking between the two of them? Certainly, this was growing interesting already, the slender feline having not even started flirting properly.. Light grin weaves it's way across her maw, as the silent one continued along scorching hot paths into the next section of the market. The blue male was there.. Hoping to head her off, perhaps? Luckily for him, he had resided amongst a small section of stalls, those that intruiged her so much. Seductive figure swaying elegantly, she slows near these stalls, flashing a delicate smile to each of the pendragon owners, as she had done before. It was merely habit now, as one of her smiles always meant a lowered price.. Gaze appeared to rest over one stall of intricate and one-of-a-kind trinkets and treasures, most likely these either stolen of poor in quality, too. She was cleverly disguised to be looking at the old wooden stall, though real gaze quickly flew from one male to the other. Looking back to the treasures, small smirk grows a little. Well well.. Seems they're both still interested..</span>
A far bit off from Tapokaj, Xizor stood arguing with a sales merchant.. "As you can clearly see, this thing is a piece of junk. Not even worth a penny.." Xizor yelled at the sales merchant "Kind sir, this thing is an artifact. Worth 200 gold coins!" the sales merchant argued back.. Xizor frowned at the sales merchant. Extending a hand, he tapped the 'artifact' with a finger.. It crumbled into 5 pieces.. "Next time, don't try selling bogus artifacts.." Xizor said.. He started walking away, then turned back. "Oh, this is for trying to rip me off.." and with that, sliced up the merchants desk.. This time, he walked away.. Damn, got to stop losing my temper... This infernal heat is getting to me.. Blasted heat, its times like this when I wish I were a sorcerer.. Then I could get it to rain.. Lovely, cool, rain.. Xizor shook his head.. No use dreaming. He was a mercernary, and he would stand by his way. Anyways, he quite liked being a mercernary.. A mercernary gets to explore the world, seeing things a sorcerer could never see. As he walked away, a spotted female female caught his eye. Where had he seen her before? Then, it clicked. Ah, it was Tapokaj, the mage of Mythril Wings.. Turning towards her, he raised a hand in greeting.. "Hey, Tapokaj!"
OOC: D'you mind if I throw in my hopeless romantic? Haven't created him yet though... BIC: "Quickly, quickly, you can't afford to tarry... You know he'll kill you if you're late again." thought Tylael as he ran through the dark streets, making sure he didn't bumb into anyone. He would definitely kill him this time... Him, the http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?act=Glossary&show=9Kiom</a> who had brought him up as one would a son, who had fed him... And who now was his Boss. A fastidious Boss with that, one who would not accept lateness or disobedience. Tylael would have rather done anything but work; his job was boring, tiring, and paid very little. Not that he would have needed a lot of money for what he had in mind. Tylael was far from an ambitious 'dragon, he was more of an 'idealist', a dreamer... He would have liked nothing better than to the spend the day writing his thoughts, under the shade of an old tree, watching as the wind blew, dreaming... Of course, all of this was denied to him. Yet, as he worked, he would often drift into his own world, his dream world, forgetting that he was being treated worse than a slave, still wanting to believe that one day, yes one day, he would escape... His Boss though, would always make sure came back down to Ramath, to the cold and harsh reality that he so wished to forget. His heart was beating faster now, as he looked down at his watch. Sighing, he silently cursed because he was, indeed, rather late. As determined as ever, he quickened his pace, praying that he would not bump into anyone. Tylael wasn't exactly small... But not of the stronger one's either. Even though his job, that consisted in carrying boxes and things for the Boss, or transporting goods from one side of the Market to another, had made him physically stronger, Tylael was not one to resort to violence unless he really had to. This, he thought, was probably one of his greatest flaws... Pushing his dark fur out of his eyes, he quickly scanned the road, searching for a short cut... And then he saw her. And his world seemed to stop. And his heart too, seemed to forget it needed to beat. She was.... Stunning. Beautiful. Perfect. Like a ray of sunlight in the darkness, like a glimpse of beauty in a world of horror. A part of Tylael's mind tried to remind him of his lateness and the urgency of the situation, but it was already too late... No reasoning would stop him now. He wished he had his sketch pad with him, so that he could draw her perfect silhouette, her beautiful eyes... That he could somehow immortalise this moment by drawing it and take some of her beauty with him, to cherish and to love... Forever. This feeling was so new to him... Was it love? It was... undefinable. He, usually so good at finding words for things, could find none to capture the intensity of what he was feeling. Love... Was that what it was? Love at first sight? "Her name...", he suddenly thought, "I need to know her name." Just that, that was all his heart desired. To know her name. And then, he felt, it wouldn't matter if Fronima took him, if he didn't live to see another day... "You're a hopeless romantic, and a soon-to-be dead one too, you fool..." the logical side of him was saying... But it was useless, he was like lifted by his new goal, his new 'quest'. He needed to know her name. Needed to know what to call such perfection, such beauty... Just her name, that was all he needed. Oblivious of the fact that he wasn't the only one to have noticed her, he followed her silently, a feverish glint showing his emerald eyes. He would have to wait for the apropriate moment to talk to her. Her name. He didn't know how he would obtain it, but he definitely would. Somehow... What was this? Someone was talking to her... A male... For a second, Tylael thought all was lost, his dreams shattered, and the practical side of him began to take over. But he was quick to shake of the feeling of defeat. Maybe that 'dragon was a brother or something. Taking a deep breath, and hoping for the best, he came closer until he was just next to her and the stranger. Slightly embrassed (after all, it was the first time he did something like this), he turned away, a deep blushing showing slightly through his dark fur, and began studying the first object in front of him, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, and as though he would really want to buy it. The object, as it turned out, were, many 'objects'. Old golden rings in fact, with pretty coloured stones on them. How he wished he could afford even one of those... "That dark red one", he thought, "Would match her fur so perfectly..."
Fe'shi shakes his head in distaste at the female then with that he turned his eye away from her, catching on to her game then closes his eyes slightly vainshing from the place. Reappears on top of the building he started out on then sits down at the ledge of it relaxing from that foolish game of cat and mouse. Reaches into his side bag and draws a black bottle then drinks from it slowly. ooc: Interducing another character...bye, bye Fe'shi. -waves- bic: Out of the cover of a few shadows comes a tall fine dressed male. Reaches his hand up and runs it along the side of his face a bit then drops his hand to his side looking up towards the sun above shakes his head a bit then looks over into the direction of the female that was trying to be so tempting. Well, lets see if a seductess can resist a seducer. He thought to himself as he moved over toawrds the stall that she was looking at a few of the items and things about the the stall. Reaches his ash color paw out then takes up a priceless object in his hand and gazes at it through his shades. Cases out his devilish looks and licks his lipsa bit looking to it.
<span style='color:gray'> ooc| I don't mind at all - the more the merrier! Welcome to the thread. ^^ And please excuse the lame-ness of this post. There's something about it that I really don't seem to like. =/ ic| Well well, the delicate feline certainly was attracting attention today, wasn't she? Delicate ears perk up slightly, picking up familar tones calling her name from somewhere nearby. Turning from the stall, although it was ladden with prettiest of silver rings, her favourite jewelry material, feline turns to the busy streets, optics searching for the one whom had called her name. It was then that she noticed Xizor, her commrade from the Mithril Wings. With a light light yet genuine grin, she waves over the crowds to him, just before another Pendragon catches her eye. Yet another male, though this one appeared to be hurrying. Most likely running from an assassin or a gang, or maybe he was late for something. Very similar to all of the others running around the busy Market's in this scorching heat.. But, there was something about this newcomer. Something that caught the trim orange feline's eye.. Thinking nothing of it though, she turns back to the stall for a brief moment, debating on whether or not to try and lower the price of a silver ring, or hurry on over to Xizor for a friendly chat. This thought were soon interupted though, as telepathic abilities pick up the clear thoughts of another nearby. Well, lets see if a seductess can resist a seducer. That's what the voice had said, so clear, and somewhat cold, in her personal opinion. So, there was a 'seducer' in the area, hm? Well well, all the trim orange feline could see around the stall was yet another male, although he was a well dressed male - she gave him that much. Ashen in pelt, quite a nice colour. Though, looking at some of the less attractive 'treasures' on the stall. The more expensive ones - the ones that usually fall to pieces within seconds of being lifted from the shelf. This male may label himself as a seducer, but personally he was not seen as attractive in the trim feline's eyes. Shifting momentarily, she silently turns from the stall, ready to weave her way throught the crowd to Xizor. </span>
Sieben shakes his head slowly then turns his eyes to the female as she begins to walk away then he reaches his paw out touching it to her shoulder gently to get her attention. "Um...excuse me...but do you happen to have an eye for anything here upon this table?" He asked her trying to keep her from running off. Draws his paw from her shoulder and grins at her to show that he meant no harm or anything like that. Turns his eyes back to the table once more then sighs a bit looking to the things upon the table. Please don't go...I was really hoping to get to know you better. Sieben thought to himself a dark vale drops over his mind as he thought it then shook his head a bit.
<span style='color:gray'> Just as slender seductress is about to slink out into the crowd towards her dear friend, a hand is felt on her shoulder, stopping her exit. Turning back quietly after a small hesitation, amber gaze looks up to the male. Why had he queried about the items on the stall? True, she was quite interested in many of the items, but he could've been asking for any number of reasons. Perhaps he was another sale merchant, looking for what treasures intruiged females the most, maybe he was looking for people whom had bought stolen goods - to punich them? Then of course, there was always the theory that he wished to bye her a gift? Not likely, and not nessessary. Lightly smiling up to the male, she quietly shakes her head - this time having not heard his thoughts. Too busy concentrating on her own.. Sending a quick glance back to Xizor for a split second to check that he were still there, quietly she speaks, tones innocent. "..No, can't say I do." Again she then tried to hurry through the crowd, the heat now growing more and more un-bearable. 'Twas even starting to get to the deep orange feline.. She'd have to find some sort of tavern, soon. Grinning softly, perhaps Xizor would offer to buy her a drink.. Hurrying towards the dark male, her Mithril Wings team mate, Tapokaj smiles gently. "Well well, didn't expect to see you here.. What are you up to in these parts?"</span>
"Eh, not much. Just browsing the worthless merchandise.." Xizor said with a grin.. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, sure sign of the heat. 1) His body colour was black 2) Black + Hot = OWWWWW Xizor hacked, his throat going dry. He badly needed a drink.. While he was at it.. why not invite Tapokaj? Always good to have a drinking buddy.. "Oy, Tapokaj... I'm heading over to the tavern.. You want to come?" By the look of Tapokaj face, and the way you could almost see steam rising off her skin, that was a no brainer question. Xizor laughtly laughed, then abruptly stopped. Eyes narrowing, he focused on the crowd.. "Are you aware that someone's following you?" He inquired.. Right after this he smacked himself on the head. By what she was wearing.. and what her position must be.. off course she did..
<span style='color:gray'> ooc| I'm not going to reply with an 'ic' post just yet, I want to wait for replies from at least DemonicalJakkal and chuya first. Just wanted to make a note at part of Shade's last post; Haha, dude - she's all naked. She's not wearing anything.. =P</span>
ooc: Sorry for the lateness... But I'm in France here... So... Anyways *curses time-zones* bic: A brother. Or a cousin. Or a friend. Nothing more nothing less, right? He wished. But what if he wasn't? What if he were her partner, or, even worse, her husband? Would he give up then? No. Her name, he needed to know her name. She was at least a few years older than him, he knew, perhaps three or four, and he probably didn't have the slightest chance. For he realised it now, he had not been the only one to notice her. He felt like slapping himself with his paw, and, had he not been following her, he might have. Of course others would notice her, one would have to be blind not to recognise such beauty... "Oy, Tapokaj... I'm heading over to the tavern.. You want to come?" Not a brother then. But not a husband, either, perhaps not all was lost. Would he risk asking her now and then? With that other 'dragon next to her? As innocent and inexperienced as he was? Definitely not. Later. But then again, what kind of coward never does anything, and instead says he'll do it 'later'. A procrastinator of a coward, that was what he was. He'd always been like that. 'Some day I'll be free...' Yeah right. As if. It was now or never or he'd never be able to face himself in a mirror again. "Hi, excuse me. Have I seen you before? You look vaguely familiar..." he began, and immediately wished he had closed his mouth after. What a lame opening.
The male smirked lightly at the girl's sudden dislike in things then she runs off leaving him there. Shakes his head then drops the gold piece back on the table turning away from the stall. Keeps an eye on the female as she dashes through the crowd and goes for the other male. Ideas begin to run through his mind as he looked to the two of them then shakes his head once more. "What is the point of trying now...she has a boyfriend...", shakes his head in distrust then begins to walk over towards an all day tavern where he makes himself at home sitting down at the bar.
<span style='color:gray'> The heat was increasing ever still, sheets of heavy sunlight hitting the paths with what now felt like sheer force. The orb of dancing light had been inviting this morning, inticing the slender feline to rise from bed and go out and about, do a bit of shopping here or there. Now though, she regreted leaving her previous cool surroundings, a small appartment on the edge of the Market - not air conditioned. "Oy, Tapokaj... I'm heading over to the tavern.. You want to come?" Oh, Xizor. The saviour that he is. Kind enough to buy her a drink, I bet.. Always the right behaviour when you invite someone for a drink, yes? Then again, she too would treat him, as a small brown sachet enclosed in one hand held a few gold and silver coins. "Tavern sounds like a great idea. This heat's killing me.." She grins lightly, head turning quietly to look towards the all-day tavern, the one in which the fine dressed male had just walked into, unknowing to her. It appeared nice enough - at least it had to be cooler in there then on these dreadful streets. It was then, whilst thoughts of a cool and refreshing Tavern were filling her head, that Xizor's voice sounded once again. "Are you aware that someone's following you?" Hm? Followed? Now now, who on Earth would be following her..? A light grin dusts over delicately featured maw, and feline turns back to spot her 'follower'. Perhaps the first dark male? Maybe the well dressed pendragon guy? Amber optics search the crowd, when yet another voice sounds; "Hi, excuse me. Have I seen you before? You look vaguely familiar..." Oh, none of the above. Infact, 'twas the one which had previously caught her eye.. The male from before, now appearing perhaps slightly younger then her. Holder of pretty, emerald green eyes. Slightly shocked, though also amused, she shakes her head softly. Quite a common, and cheesey chat up line - but at least he was trying. "No.. I can't say I recognise you, sorry. And I'm sure that I'd resognise such a handsome male as yourself." She chuckles lightly, showing a friendly first impression. Indeed, he was a handsome one, but he didn't really need to knwo that she truely thought that.. Yet. Hesitating a little, she holds out a paw in greeeting. "The name's Tapokaj. Look, I'm pretty sure I don't know you, but would you like to join me and my friend for a drink?"</span>
Tylael suddenly wished he was one those spies, those you could often see in the dark corners of the market, a dark look in their eyes, planning who-knew-whose murder or downfall. He had heard that they always had a bit of poison in their mouths, and so that they could choose to kill themselves if need be wherever whenever... Well, now would be the perfect time to put an end to his miserable life. Yes, how pleasant it would be to die there and then without having to hear her answer. She'd surely scoff him, he was, after all, so much younger. If one could die of shame, Tylael belived he'd be dead by then. Still looking away, trying to hide his deep blush, he looked at her from the corner of his eyes, hoping she wouldn't see the embarrassement they clearly contained. "No.. I can't say I recognise you, sorry. And I'm sure that I'd resognise such a handsome male as yourself." "Such a handsome...", he still couldn't believe his ears, had he really heard that? Beaming, he turned his head, his green eyes meeting her amber ones. On his face was a smile so wide it almost reached his ears. "Tapokaj..." he thought. What a wonderful name! So perfect, so unique... Just like her. Tud-tud. Tud-tud. Tud-tud-tud-tud. Was that his heart he was hearing? Could she, too, hear it? His silly grin still on his face, Tylael managed to say, "Sure."
