Timestamp: 19 Mia (Winter) 81380 A black quadropedal dragon walked about the Black market. He was a convict, fugitive, and former 'Lost' faction leader. Drsuj Khunalaym, looked about for a specific store. His body was pocked with old scars and his torn leathery wings were pulled up tight against his back. His orange eyes narrowed to slits, forming the appearance that he frequented the market often. While the shopkeepers would try to intice travelers to the interesting wares, they took one look at Drsuj and knew not to show him this jewel, or that nice coat. As he came upon his desired place, interestingly a small pub, he stepped through the old western style swinging double doors. When the bartender looked over at him, his eyes widened and he immediately walked over to a lowered section of the bar and removed the chairs there. Drsuj walked up and sat, almost dog-like in the now-cleared section. He looked about the tavern, spotting the disgusting drunks and those cheering on their friends who were drunk.
Who: Omi Clothing: Black shirt tan carharts and black boots Omi was feeling quite tired. She hadn't been this tired in a long time. So, she decided to go have a drink. She walked into this little pub she had seen several times. She looked around and just rolled her eyes at the cheering drunks. She walked over to the bar and took a seat. She glanced over at the dragon who wasn't sitting to far from her. She ordered a double Jack on the rocks.
Drsuj snorted as his drink finally arrived. He snarled at the barkeep and he moved back a bit. <span style='color:red'>"Coulda been faster."</span> he said and took a quick swig of the sloshing liquid. One of the drunks had managed to stumble over near them and he crashed into Omi, throwing his arm about her he mumbled <span style='color:grey'>"Hey baby, how about we go somewhere else, just you an me."</span> his words burbled slightly as he waited for her awnser.
Omi was about to take a sip of her drink. She put it down and turned around. She carefully looked the drunk up and down. She smiled. "<span style='color:orange'>I have a better idea. Why don't I stick you against the wall, and use a pool cue, on you. Oh sure it will hurt but, only until you pass out.</span>" She said, in a sarcastic tone. She turned back around and sat down. Typically she had an unlimited amount of patience but, not today. She picked up her drink and took a sip of it. Closing her eyes, as the whiskey ran down her throat.
Looking on to the two, acting as a shadow ,unknown to his victims, he silently waited for them to leave so he could follow them, gather everything about there lives to later, use it for his advantige
The drunk stumbled away laughing and calling to his friends. "Hey! She said yes, but later!" The quadroped at the bar almost chocked on his drink laughing a bit. His red eyes flicked towards Omi waiting to see how she would react. It had been odd for him to laugh, he never did, he also spoke very little.
Omi took another sip of her drink and shook her head. She set her glass down, and looked in the direction of the drunk. She looked around and noticed a fishing pole. She asked the bartender, <span style='color:orange'>May I use the fishing pole for a moment? I won't break it, I promise.</span> The bartender just raised an eyebrow, and nodded. She smiled and stood up. She walked over and grabbed the fishing pole and returned to her seat. She aimed carefully, and cast. The line flew up around a support on the ceiling and then down and hooked the drunks pants. She grinned, and pulled back. In the next moment, the drunk was hanging from the ceiling. She quickly pulled off the rest of the fishing line and tied it to a nearby statue, and returned to her seat. Omi, quickly pulled out a new thing of fishing line and put it onto the pole, along with a new hook, and returned it to where she found it. She took a look around and noticed the arden who was at the bar not far from her, she hadn't seen him look but, swore she felt his eyes on her. She gave a smile and turned back to her drink. She picked up the glass and finished it off. She told the bartender, <span style='color:orange'>Another please.</span>
He looked up and at her and seemed to study her carefully. He wore a scar across part of his face and his eyes held deeper stories, but for now he finished off his drink and asked the same of the old bartender. He slid down slowly from the stool he sat on, putting first his back paws on the floor carefully and gripping the stool with his hands before lowering them to the floor as well. He moved aside the stool and moved closer to the bar before sitting up on his hind legs.
Omi sat back against the chair she was sitting in. She picked up her glass, and took a sip. She sighed. She couldn't figure out why she was so damn tired but, unable to sleep. She was greatful for the fact that, she had no classes to teach at the moment. She sat her glass back down, and smiled as she heard the drunk, still hanging from the ceiling by fishing line start complaining. She watched out of the corner of her eye, as the arden moved carefully. She thought to herself, I wonder what his story is. He certainly appears to have one..Oh well, it is none of my business..... She heard him order another drink. She thought, Oh, why not. <span style='color:orange'>Hi.</span> She didn't say anything else. She figured that he probably didn't speak a whole lot, and if he didn't respond, she would just let it drop.
Still watching his victims, wondering what motives she had to do what she did. He did not understand it, and because of the act, he became more interested in the female, so right then he decided to not harm her because of his interest in her.
He looked over at Omi slowly, studiying her carefully again. He nodded his head in greeting. It was true, he didn't speak much, but that didn't mean he was rude or that he was anti-social. In fact, you could almost consider him mute, except for the brief snatches of conversation he had been making since his escape. But those breif snatches were becoming increasingly longer and he had begun to revert to his bipedal form again, rather than remain in the primeval quadropedal form he was now sitting in. He smiled slightly and lightly at her. Though he did throw a breif glance at the stranger watching her, actually them. He did it as a warning to her. <span style='color:red'>"Drsuj"</span> he said smiling still.
Omi was aware that she was being watched but, was purposely ignoring the arden. She looked over at the other arden and smiled. <span style='color:orange'>Drsuj, interesting name. I am Omi.</span> She picked up her glass and finished off her drink. She set the glass down, trying to decide if she was going to have another.
He felt that the female knew he was watching her, and as he had done before to others, he aproched her." Hello." He hoped she would not try to attack him for fear of everyone around him, for he could not control himself when enraged, so he hoped that she would just reply and if she said the right words he would try to tell her of his quest.
Drsuj watched the other carefully. He felt as though the other 'dragon posed a threat to him, but what it was, he was unsure of. He still kept his eyes focused on the new comer. Watching him, out of the corner of his eye. He continued on with Omi though, almost as if the other 'dragon did not exist at all. He grunted in recognition and nodded. <span style='color:red'>"Pleasure"</span> he said.
Omi looked at the newcomer as he spoke to her. She responded with, <span style='color:orange'>Hello...</span> She turned back to the bartender and nodded. She picked up her glass and took a sip. She smiled at Drsuj once again. <span style='color:orange'>So, Drsuj how are you today?</span> She took another sip of her glass, and set it back down.
OkHe thought this was the right reply he wanted "Could I talk to you? Somewhere I am not being watched as if I'm going to kill you all." He said because he noticed that all around him he was being watched, well he has gained a powerful Six Sense so to speak of and could tell the feelings of all the living things around him.
Drsuj bared his fangs quickly at the newcomer, almost too fast to be seen, but he turned to Omi and responded to her <span style='color:red'>"Fine, and you?"</span> he glared slightly at the newcomer, his red eyes narrowing dangerously thin
Omi sighed. She turned and looked at the new comer. She took a deep breath and used the gentle but, don't defy me tone of voice, which she used on her students. <span style='color:orange'>If you wish to talk to me, then you can do it right here. If you are picking up these feelings from around you then, then there are really only two solutions. The first is either, to leave and not deal with it but, in my opinion, that is a cowards way. The second solution, is to sit down relax and try to figure out without causing a scene, why you think those around you are having these feelings.</span> She said the words, and turned back to the bar and picked up her glass. She took a drink, and set it back down. She returned her attention over to Drsuj. <span style='color:orange'>Not to bad. In need of sleep but, that will come when it really needs to I guess. I am not sure, that alcohol is going to help bring it on but, it helping me relax, or it was...</span> she let her voice trail off. Trying to be semi polite, despite her growing annoyance.
He nodded knowingly. <span style='color:red'>"yes, alcohol, seems to have that effect. I like to drink it when I'm having problems. Which seem to be abounding these days."</span> he turned his narrowed eyes back to the new comer. His trust was growing thinner and thinner. The new guy reminded him of someone he once knew, wheter it was himself, or a guard from Kokoni, it wasn't a nice memory.
