<span style='color:gray'> Delicate fingered hand was still outstretched in greeting. Although the dark green male before trim feline appeared over the moon with happiness for some reason, was he not going to at least shake her hand? Or, in a gentleman-type fashion, bow, and kiss it, revealing his name, and staring deep into her soul with purest, deep emerald eyes.. Lined with finest gold.. So mesmorising and beautiful.. Mind suddenly clicked, waking the orange one from her split-second daydream. C'mon, girl.. Wakey wakey. No fantasising about the cute guy you just met.. A light grin dusts over intricate features, as Tapokaj's thoughts tease her - merely revealing the truth to herself. 'Twasn't like her to think about random males that she met on the street - and it was safe to say that she had met many. Hand stays outstretched a while longer, just incase. A grin, which could be best described as one that rested from ear-to-ear had grown on the darkened one's face. Though his heart-beat went un-noticed by the seductress, it seemed that he was quite up for the idea of a drink - too bad Xizor would simply have to pay for one more. Ah well, what're friends for, eh? With this she flashed a quick grin at her first drinking buddy, and fellow high-ranking member of the Mithril Wings, a successful Areial Assault team. He wouldn't mind.. Surely the male company would be appreciated? Hand, still, was stretched out before her. Beginning to feel slightly idiotic, feline chooses to move things along - and get her hand out of the air. Surely deep-emerald male would catch her drift after a hevily dropped hint.. So, his name was inquired; "So.. Are you gonna tell me your name, or am I to drink with a stranger?"</span>
"Do something. Now. Don't stand there like an idiot..." What should he do? Though he had read many books, he would usually just skip the 'romantic' bits... Should he just shake her paw? And what a paw... Such lovely fingers... Or was he expected to do more than just that? "Well, one thing is sure, you're supposed to be doing something, so stop gawking at her like the nitotie that you are !" He reached out to shake her hand, gaining confidence with every second that passed. Perhaps this wouldn't go too badly... As his paw held hers, he pulled it up to his face, placing a light kiss on it. As he lifted his emerald eyes to meet hers, "My name's Tylael" he began lightly, then, turning to the other 'dragon, he held out his paw, his fine lips drawn into a warm and friendly smile.
Xizor stared at the new dragon incredolously. First, he just sits there and gawks at Tapokaj. Then, he shakes her receding hand and kisses her on the cheek. Will wonders never cease... Suddenly, Tapokaj word's hit home. Wait wait wait, HE was going to pay for the newcomer? Blast... Oh well, he was rich enough to afford it, as long as the newcomer wasn't a heavy drinker. He certailny didn't look like a heavy drinker.. In fact, by his appearance, he wouldn't of even guess'd that this newcomer actually drank alcohol. "Well, we going in?" Xizor inquired before stepping into the bar.. OOC: Sorry for the lateness of the post.. I was feeling sick the day before yesterday and I had a competetion whole of yesterday..
<span style='color:gray'> ooc| No worries, Shade. I hope you feel better soon. ^^ ic "A pleasure to meet you, Tyael." Slender fingered hand was finally taken and lifted, to have a fine kiss placed upon it. Ah, and about time, too. Quite a gentleman, was this male before her. Tall, handsome, and owner of devilishly pretty eyes.. Something within them appeared always to have the ability of taking hers captive, in short but gentle stares. Right. You're going to have to stop staring, you fool. This isn't like you, Now snap out of it, and go have a few drinks. Shaking her head quickly, Tapokaj frees herself from the emerald trance, then looks to Xizor with a light grin. Nodding at his question, she too follows, stepping inside the Tavern. Looking about, amber gaze soon falls on a table for four in the corner, quite close to an old, but effective looking air-conditioner. Fantastic - a place to get out of the heat. Sly expression slowly filling her features, she nudges Xizor towards the bar. "Make mine a tall Vodka and Orange. I'll go grab us a table. Thanks, dear." With this, Tapokaj pats Xizors back gently. Cheeky grin is directed towards Tyael, indicating that she'd just scored them a drink. Heading towards the table in the corner, long tresses are thrown about in the cool wing thrown from the air-conditioner.</span>
The stranger had not shook his paw. Well, that was a little rude. Nevermind, they'd get introduced late he guessed. Following them into the tavern, Tylael marvelled at how lucky he had been to be late. A few moments later and he would have missed her. Alcohol. In truth Tylael had never actually been in a tavern before, let alone ordered alcohol. Unless, of course, you counted the occasional little glass of liquor he had had the chance to drink when invited to his Boss' business 'meetings' (he thought they were just an excuse to congregate, get drunk and plot the downfall of other shop owners.). He ordered the only cocktail he had ever really drank (well, tasted really), the 'Swarajan', a lovely combination of rum and lime. It was only after he had followed Tapokaj to the table that he understood what was going on. The stranger would buy him a drink. This unnerved him a little, for though he had very little money, he didn't want to look as if he couldn't buyhis own drink either. He didn't know it it was done. Well, he'd pay for the next round.
<span style='color:gray'> A smile curled into features, orange feline sat on one of the padded benches that protruded from the Tavern's wall, a table in front of them, then another bench opposite it. Seat that she had taken place in was opposite the weak, yet effective old air-conditioner, now blowing directly into her face. Wings were tucked neatly behind her back, and long amber tresses were flowing freely in the artificial wind. Quietly she looks to Tyael with a soft smile, happy with her choice of seating. But, where would he sit? Opposite her, prehaps, with back to the air-conditioner? Or, more bold a move, would he sit next to her? Perhaps the real question, was where would she prefer him to sit? Tapokaj was beginning to think the reality, now. She liked this male.. His darkened green pelt, near black. The way it shone a near emerald in places when the heavy sun outside had hit it. His enchanting eyes, that same shade of purest green, but lined with a contrasting ring of golden-yellow, much like the sun that shone outside. Such a devilishly handsome creature he was. Well, that settles it, then. He had to be hers. </span>
Where should he sit? Besides her he could marvel at her tresses as they blew... Or would he sit in front of her, facing her and her lovely smile? Both, it seemed, would be just as wonderful. He liked the tavern, liked the cosy feeling it had to it. It was noisy, yes, but the spot Tapokaj had chosen was quiet enough to hear and be heard. Smile still in place, he sat himself in front of her, surreptitiously checking his watch. "Oh well", he thought. "The Boss has definitely noticed my abscence by now. He must be fuming." Somehow, though he knew he should be feeling otherwise, it rather pleased him that he had decided not to go to work. He would probably get killed for this, or worse (for the Boss kew of punishments much worse than death), but he couldn't care less. Perhaps he'd never go back. That would be an option... Just run away from this miserable life... With Tapokaj of course. Just the two of them, off to wherever... ... What was he thinking?! She'd probably refuse, or better yet, laugh at him for being so naive. "Get a grip", he told himself, "Come back down to Ramath, that is never going to happen." "So, tell me sweet Tapokaj, your friend, has he a name? I don't believe we were introduced..." In truth he didn't really care if the stranger had a name or not. His heart was curious to know whether he might pose a threat or not. And, if so, he needed to know the most he could. A threat?! All he had wanted was her name... And now. Well, now, it seemed that that would not suffice.
<span style='color:gray'> Ah, Tyael had chosen to sit in front of her. Why not beside her? No matter. Either way, she'd find a way of flirting with him. This handsome creature before her had to be hers, and of course he would be, if she had anything to do with it. Under the table, she lifts her right leg, to cross it over her left. As she does so, she makes sure that delicate foot brushes lightly across one of Tyael's soft, dark green legs, in a swift, and somewhat seductive movement. Her foot could quite easier trail up and down his leg, if she's desired so. Yes, this seating arrangement would do nicely. In responce to his question, Tapokaj smiles lightly at Tyael, her eyes tracing his. Why was he curious about her dear friend? Simple, friendly queries? Or was he interested in Xizor's 'potential' threat? ..Yeah right, Tapokaj. You wish, love. "Ah, that's Xizor. A dear friend of mine.." Noting the gorgeous creature's glance to his watch, delicate feline tilts her head slightly at him, long, hot-orange tresses still flying this way and that. "..Am I keeping you from something?"</span>
And dear friend of hers. But just a friend, right? ... Those tresses were magnificent. If he ever sketched her, which he was sure he would, seeing as he had never seen anyone so beautiful before, he'd make sure he made them justice. Perhaps he'd draw her at the market, the first time he saw her, tresses flying in the wind, looking do perfect and unaffected by the sweltering heat that seamed to plague all around her. Or maybe... "..Am I keeping you from something?" Idiot. Did you have to look at your wacth? What could he say... Yes, she was. But didn't care and he was quite glad actually, that she had so saved him from his monotonous life? That yes, he had a job to go to, a poorly paid job, but that he wished never to go there again? Would he lie to her, tell her that no, that he was not being kept from anything? No. He would not lie. Not to her. Maybe she would understand. "Well, I was on my way to work when I saw you but, to tell you the truth, I would much rather be in your lovely company than there."
<span style='color:gray'> "Well, I was on my way to work when I saw you but, to tell you the truth, I would much rather be in your lovely company than there." Aww.. Wasn't he sweet? Perhaps the slender orange feline wouldn't have to seduce this one. He'd fallen for her anyway, bless him. Quite a triumph for the long-tressed feline, as she had her eye on this one, in all his emerald glory. But of course, this wouldn't spoil her fun. Flirting was what she did best, and she enjoyed it. With such a fine male, she knew she would. Perhaps he'd get a kick out of it, too. Silently, her leant her elbows on the table, the placed her head in her hands, now gazing up at Tyael with purest of amber optics. Tresses calmed a little, as her head was slightly lower now, but still blew back softly here and there. "Oh, really? And what's so special about my company?" Lightly smiling, her upper body remained still to any watching, though her foot was once again on the move. In a teasing, and somewhat seductive matter, petite foot traces up and down one of Tyael's leg, a descrete movement capable of sending shivers up one's spine.</span>
Sieben turns his eyes over his shoulder at the sudden sound of the orange seducer from before. Glares upon her slightly with his light blue orbs then turns away shortly after taking another drink of his vodka. shakes his head a bit then begins to speak to the tender behind the bar. the barkeep laughed aloud as they conversed then reached behind the counter drawing a black pouch. Turns it up and drops out a fine set of golden earrings. Turns his eyes back to Sieben then Sieben took out a few gold pieces buying them right on the spot. The tender nodded to him in return with a grin of satifaction on his face. Takes up the earrings them carries them over to the table where the orange furred female was sitting herself. Holds the small black bag out to the female then looks to her. "Ma'am...I was told to give you this...from the ash colored male." He spoke pointing over into the direction of the bar. "Sitting there at the counter...", he spoke taking his leave from the table returning to the bar. ooc: Sorry about the delay on things x_x. Lost of internet.
<span style='color:gray'> Before her desired reply from the handsome male sat across from her, the bar keeper had wandered over to their table. Perhaps that was why Xizor had yet to bring over their drinks? The guy that runs the joint was too busy running errands, so it seemed.. With kind words, her set a small black bag on the table before the orange feline. A gift from the ash coloured male? Turning gaze to the bar, she tilts her head at this ash coloured one, curious as to his actions. What was he up to..? Pale amber gaze looks back to Tyael for a moment, a lift shrug rolling down her tanned, rounded shoulders. Lifting the black bag, she turns it upside down, two golden earrings tubbling from within. Ah, so that was his game.. Trying to buy her, eh? Not too likely, seeing as her ears weren't pierced. And, the fact that she wasn't at all a fan of gold, really didn't help his case.. She was much more of a silver girl. But, of course, it was a sweet gesture. Very nice of the ashen one that sat content at the bar. Nodding politely in thanks to him, she returns the earrings to their black bag, then places it on the table in front of her. Wow, she really needed that drink now.</span>
Had he just felt that? Had that brush just send shivers up his spine? Could such intense feelings surge from such an apparently insignifiant gesture? Maybe it was all in his head... Nevetheless, Tylael's mind was now in complete an utter turmoil, and try as he might, he couldn't sort out the pandemonium of his thoughts. It had been so... So... Well, just, so. Intense. Strange. Curious. Impossible. All of those things at once. He didn't know how it could be possible, but one thing he did know was that he would do anything for that, whatever it was, to happen again. It had sent him into a dreamlike state, and now, the feeling was fading, and he was beginning to feel the redrawal symptoms. Redrawl symptoms. One would think he'd be speaking of drugs... But the again, perhaps that was what it was. And he was definitely addicted to it. How could he have live his life without ever experiencing anything similar? "She's speaking to you. Answer. Like, Now. NOW !" Shaking off his confusion, he looked back at her, thinking of words worthy of her, something that could show her how much her 'lovely company' meant to him. He had no such luck though, as a mysterious stranger, "The bar tender..." he later realised, came to give her a small black bag. Slightly apprehensive, his muscles tensed and his jaw clenched when he saw what they contained. Earrings. Gold ones, too. Tylael felt crushed, as though some invisible force were mocking him, flaunting the wealth he knew he could never offer her. Warily, he sutdied her reaction, fearing the worst... But, though she did seem rather pleased, she wasn't overjoyed either... It was then he understood. She didn't have her ears pierced. Smirking slightly, for whoever had offered her them had obviously not gotten close enough to realise this, he leaned a little closer, his mouth mere inches from her ear, his deep voice no louder than a whisper, his smirk confident and serene. "Why, I am amazed that you should ask such a thing, sweet Tapokaj, your company is more enviable than anything in this world. And I don't seem to be the only one to realise this..." he said, indicating the earrings with his paw.
<span style='color:gray'> Lightest of shivers ran down slender feline spine, at the deep, hushed whisper that was directed into one of her ears. This gorgeous creature that sat before her must have had some feelings for her, even if on the off chance that is was just lust, to send such gentle tones into her body. Smiling softly, she turns her head ever so slightly towards Tyael's before he pulls away, so their cheeks brushed lightly against one anothers. Hmm, it appeared that her emerald company's confidence was rising. Something hard not to notice, as his face was adorning a quite fantastic smirk. There was something interesting about this side of him, and dare she say.. Arousing? Well, he was a handsome, sexy creature.. These little quirks and smirks shouldn't have been so suprising. "Why, thank you, dear. And I suppose that makes you a cut above the rest, to be sat here with me?" A light grins plays over her features, teasing the dark, good-looking beast before her. She'd have to get some clues as to his feelings out of him.. Just to see where this friendly chat and a drink would end up. Sly amber gaze traces his upper body lightly, all that could be seen before the table sharply cuts her area of vision. With a light smile, seductive gaze rests, looking softly into his eyes once more, her foot moving slowly once again. Repeating the action from before, a delicate foot traces the males leg, though this time, she does not stop.</span>
Sieben looked to the bartender as he came back then he shook his head in distaste about the female's reaction to his gift. Sieben sighed softly then turned his eyes over his shoulder towards the orange female. Glares upon her then closes his hand into a fist causing the black bag upon the table to combust into flames and change into something so much more then the objects from before. Growls then drops his hand back from the fist then turns his eyes away to the bartender once more. The contients of the bag changed and meld into a silver links of a chain that had a set of ivory white jewels. The ash colored male rose up from his seat at the bar then reaches his hand out to the bartender taking him by the neck then draws him forth towards him. Leans in and whispers to the poor bastard before releasing him with the amount of gold that he paid for the earrings then turns back to the female over not far from where he was. Thinks to himself and uses his dark abilities to enter into her mind. "I hope you enjoy this sudden exchange in gifts, my dear." He spoke move his hand in the air, causing a sudden feeling of as if someone was caressing the side of the female's face with a gentle but cool hand. Comes to a stop with the motion of his hand then draws it back dropping it to his side. Licks his lips a bit then whispers upon her mind once more. "Perhaps...one day...I will find you again. After all, fate has a funny way of making things come true." He thought then shook his mind free of the link to the female. Turns away from her and flexes his boned out wings then begins on his way out of the tavern.
<span style='color:gray'> Another interuption from the ashen male, before Tapokaj could get a reply from the creature before her. It all happened so fast, the bag going up in flames, the entering of her mind, and the ghostly carress of her cheek. Head shook violently after these actions, the feline quite angered by the sound of the male's voice entering her mind, without her permission. She suddenly appears quite silent, her tracing foot stopping mid-movement on Tyael's leg. Paw reaches forward quietly, to tip the bag upside down. The chain of silver links, with ivory white jewels set inside them tumbled out onto the table with a light, gingling sound, the metal clanging together. Amber gaze falls upon it quietly, looking silently at it in pityful awe. Indeed, it was beautiful, but especially with the gorgeous male sat before her, there was little chance of all the riches in Ramath swaying Tapokaj from Tyael to the ashen male. Leaving the chain to lay sprawled across the table, orange seductress lifts her gaze to meet the dark emerald males, with a small smile, as though apologising for the turn of events. If he did have feelings for her, this certainly wouldn't be boosting his confidence..</span>
Sieben comes out of the tavern reaching into his coat drawing out the black shades. Looks up towards the skies once more and glared slightly as he looked. Runs his tongue against his lips slowly as he places his shades over his eyes. Sighs lightly then begins on his way towards the baring streets of the black market. Looks bout slowly at the streets as he looked to all the other 'dragons moving about the place then his gaze falls upon a young 'dragon going for a fruit of some sort. He continued to watch as she reached for the fruit but just as she did the owner of the stall takes hold of her arm lifting her from the ground in anger. The owner begins to curse and everything towards the notie as she began to shiver and everything in fear. Sieben approached the owner then reaches his hand out placing it on his shoulder. Begins to speak to the owner with such intentions then turns his eyes to the girl as she hang there in the owner's grasp. The ower laughed aloud and drew his fist back into a punch, but just as he did the ash colored male takes hold of his arm and breaks it with a slight tug as if he wasn't trying. The owner drops the child and she moves back away as the ashen male held the owner's arm in anger. Glares at him then releases the owner and walks over taking up a piece of the fruit then taking the girl up into his arm as he moves back towards the tavern. Hands the fruit to the young dragon as he enters into it then goes over to a table not far from the orange seduceress. Places the girl down on the chair next to him then calls to the waiter to bring two drinks then sits himseld. Looks over towards the female slowly out the corner of his eye then back to the notie as she eats upon the fruit.
There it was again. A feeling so new to him... The feeling. At first his eyes had flown wide open, emerald orbs, shocked, pleased and confused all at once. What could this mean? And, did it mean anything? But, a few moments later, he had calmed down, if only a little, and though a feverish glint still shined in his eyes, he was slowly regaining control of his muscles. That is, of his facial muscles, the ones which would allow him to answer her. Just when he was about to do so though, as if on queue, the ashen male went and thwarted his plans. Again. What was this, some premeditated plot against him? Did his nemesis know that he could not afford such gems... In normal times Tylael would probably have laughed at this paranoid statement, but he was too absorbed in his discussion with Tapokaj, too concentrated on learning her face by heart, by focusing on her tresses, her eyes, her very lashes... Everything about her seemed to captivate him. And there was her leg, tracing his under the table. Bliss. But now... His arrogant smirk quickly turned into a small scowl, if only for an instant, when he saw the little black bag burst into flames, only to rematerialise as yet another set of jewels. Silver this time. Tis too much. Too much... he thought darkly. Anger. Pain. Frustration. Tylael knew he was not one to get angry easily, or to resort to violence... But at that very moment, the prospect of smashing the other male's face was very tempting. But all the anger in his eyes disappeared when he saw that smile. Her smile. It was as though she were forgiving him. Forgiving him for being poor, for being so young and naive... And once again he found himself smiling. Hoping to change the subject and somehow forget about the chain that lay on the table, right under his nose, tantalising and taunting, he gently took her paw, trying to get her attention. "I wonder where Xizor is? He can't have lost his way, could he?"
<span style='color:gray'> Amber gaze traced the male before her, looking for some sign of emotion within him, a reaction to the jewels that lay upon the table. The deep-orange feline could only hope that he did not come to the conclusion that such trinkets and treasures were a way to her heart. In fact, she was unsure of what part of a male possessed the key to her heart, but slowly, something about this other seemed to fit the description. Something about him got to her, tugged on her heartstrings. Soon his tones entered her head once again, one of his hands taking hers in delicate fingers. The sudden feel of his hand send a light shock through her senses, as what could be seen as such a bold move, certainly hadn't been expected of the gorgeous, dark green creature that sat before her. Hesitating for a mere split second, slender digits wrap around his hand quietly. "Hmm.. Perhaps. I suspect he is just queing.." Gentle laugh emits from throat, now dry, and in need of that drink. </span>
Perhaps... he repeated thoughtfully, trying to spot Xizor at the counter. Instead, his eyes locked with those of the 'dragon he least wanted to see. The ashen male. Well, if you could call them 'eyes'. They seemed almost pupiless..."I thought I saw him leave..." he thought, raising an eyebrow. Well, he was back now, and sitting next to him was a niotie. Giving the male a questionning look, smirk still in place, Tylael appraised him silently. Definitely older. But by how much, Tylael couldn't tell... He wasn't much bigger... Who was then niotie, though? A sibling, a daughter? He hardly seemed old enough for her to be his kid but age was often hard to tell with 'dragons. Well, he'd figure that out later, right now he should be paying attention to Tapokaj. Her paw was still held in his... And he found that though his brain tried to tell his paw to let hers go, his muscles neither wanted to or were going to obey. Not that they could, even if they wanted, for, as he now realised, she too, had wrapped her paw around his. The situation was strange, yet pleasant. The dangerous thought of gently bringing his lips to her paw came to him, but he found he could muster enough self-control to prevent that from happening. At least that was what he thought. To his dismay, and soon after to his utter delight, that his body rebelled against his brain. It was too late when he realised that his lips, had, for the second time that night, brushed her slender fingers.
