Post by Deilakrion on Aug 22, 2006 7:28:41 GMT -5
Kelay Tavern
Deilakrion sidled into the bar, reticence strong upon her features. Whatever events had struck recently seemed to have taken their toll upon her: fetid mud caked dry upon her skin. She sent a sullen glance toward those taken residence within the tavern. She seemed to be looking for something—or someone, but soon gave up with a sigh. She glanced back behind her towards outside, but weariness seemed hold her within the well-lit tavern. She took a closer look at those within the tavern. “Fleshes.” A grunt, dismissive, and then she was moving towards a wall, aimless.
Casus shifts his posture so as to cast a jaunting gaze towards the patron making her entrance; the drifty female catching his interest by the sight she brings with. The wooden planks swinging to and fro within her wake giving him the idea of one weary to the bones, her escort of mud giving him thoughts of lowlies. Fluid motions brings alight his figure shifting from his relaxed posture, his old prone giving the look of one fitfully asleep in a dreamy countenance. Raising both arms to embrace tightly one another his right leg follows in mirror propping lightly against the left. Drowning his gaze upon the newly entered person Casus watches on in a solemn manner of slow breathing and idle movments of his left foot.
Deilakrion stood against the wall, pressing against it as she looked about the bar. Her breathing was heavy, fingers tapping against her thighs without clear purpose. Amid the general patrons, common and dreary, one seemed to stand out to her tired eyes, regarding her in the same manner. She tilted her head, then, pushing matted hair from her eyes though it soon sprang right back. Her chin lifted as if in challenge, though no violent gesture was given. Then she was moving, circling wide as she stared at the man with judging eyes, movements almost catlike. She paused as she neared him, only a few feet from him, and waited unmoving.
Casus , amidst the quiet dripping a sober manner across the Tavern, peers deeply though lidded eyes, eyes given the hue hazel catch the short movements of the female; the given greeting and the short motions, lithe to his own. Response given in little he watches on, keeping his breathing light and paced in short spurts. The short distance of mere feet from his own restful position, the female brings herself to pause, taking sight of all else from his own and towering over him in a manner of haughty arrogance. Straightening his posture the little necessary Casus leans forward, dropping his arms from their tight embrace to balance upon his knees, chin cupped in both palms. In a hasty slur of foreign accent he dribbles the few words needed within his concern, "A problem, lady?"
Deilakrion’s response was immediate. Her lips peeled back from her teeth and a soft growl drifted from her throat. But as quickly the growl passed, and then a few steps closer to inspect the man. Words unnecessary to the elf as doubt and curiosity played out over her features. A hand moved from its presence against her thigh, jerking to make another attempt to push her hair behind her ear to keep it from her eyes. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, eyes closing as she rocked back onto her heels. “Flesh.” The short response was given, critical stares given to the other patrons as she considered her fragmenting thoughts. “Smelling different from other fleshes.” Her lips pursed, her halting speech once more causing frustration to rise within her mind.
Casus drops back in a flash of a heavy sigh and a loud 'clack!' as his back finds mark to the wood behind. Following in stride his arms whip back within their tight embrace against his chest, each tighter than their previous stature, his legs staying with their previous nature, yet the slight bowing at the knees gives way for his infamous slouched posture. "I am deeply sorry," his accent hasty and slurred gives in kind, the sarcasm hidden with the short lease of words hinting to his attitude towards the subject at hand.
Deilakrion persisted, drawing closer to the man. She refrained from touching him, however, merely bending to take a closer look. She was agitated now. Then she moved, straightening with haste. “Fierce hunter!” Her hand raised with a fluttering of fingers toward that vampiress. She did not move from her position near the half-elf, however, staring at him though her words were directed to Tenebrae. “This creature became lost.”
Casus scrunches his slim visage with a deep furrow to the brow, casting shadows and the like across his youthful features. The looks meaning hidden in the glance from female to female, the words given from the first confusing him more so as she carries on in her short drawl. In a quick heft of breath Casus drops his look of before, instantly regaining his past composure, and carries on his look towards the female striding above him.
Tenebrae was already halfway across the room when the naked elf waved and spoke. Still dressed in the soft velver imposed on her usually underclad form by her audience with the Dwarf King, she might have appeared smaller than the extra six inches missing, with her boots. Peridot eyes, inflected with an arctic quality, would rest upon the half-breed, a glance then given Deilakrion. "Creature.....?" The arc of her brow was a questioning one.
Deilakrion might have seemed rude to any but the vampires, used as the woman was to the elf’s fancies. She held the man’s gaze, posture growing stiffer by the minute as some form of challenge passed between the two, yet still she conversed with the vampiress. “This creature killed the prey. Then lost. Unable to sneak inside to get the prey, get pack. Did the fierce hunter get the pack?” Her eyes twitched momentarily from their captivation, worry flickering within their depths as they were drawn to Tenebrae for seconds. Then she was staring at the half-elf again, leaning towards him with intensity.
Casus carries on his manner of defiant sarcasm, his gaze drifting to and fro from one female to another; his features keeping an even mask of serene calm. In a quickening sigh Casus speaks a few words of hasty reprieve, "Stop. Eh?"
Deilakrion’s eyes dim as Tenebrae leaves without words given in reassurance. Her mouth twists in distaste, and a breath leaves her. Shoulders slumping slightly, the scrawny elf looks away from the man in front of her. She crouches instead, her advantage of height replaced with sullenness. “Stop?” Her tone has changed, his sarcastic nature seemingly not affecting her mood at all. “This creature has done nothing.” Her voice is flat, her eyes dropped to his feet.
Casus gives a quick shake to his features as he sits up, straddling his knees with his elbows, yet closing his fists and resting his chin upon such. Hasty drawl given to words Casus speaks, "At least you listen well." Sarcasm still evident in his finesse he stretches his legs with the little room given from the female at hand, the toes of his boots mere inches from her seated posture. "Eh, take a seat. I truly hate people sitting beneath me..."
Velve raises his goblet to his lips and sips the red contents as his eye watches the two carefully. His ears, though remain on what Millana says to him and not what the two speak.
Deilakrion lifted her chin, eyes darting upwards. Her lips pursed as her eyes perused the features of this man who had so caught her attention. She turned her head to the side, catching a glance of another male who seemed to be in quiet conversation with a female. She shook her head slightly at the display—though she was becoming used to such. Mating rituals and the like. It was from this position that she deigned answer with faint words, catching her lower lip with fingers freed from their position taken upon her thigh.
“This creature is beneath none.” Her other hand remained tapping on her other thigh, her mind always preoccupied with busying thoughts from another lifetime. It was with this statement that she sprawled back, defiance echoed within her stubborn expression. A reluctant glare was cast towards him, this stranger she had dared investigate.
Casus lifts his head away from his fisted hands, enough so as to drop his right arm towards the woman before him. Keeping his fist intact yet extending the pointer he directs his arm within her direct gaze, the look giving off one attempting to direct anothers gaze. His arm moving downwards mere feet from her face he focuses his eyes upon his appointed victim, "See, ground. Beneath?"
Deilakrion became puzzled at this latest, head tilting once more as she followed his moving arm and hand. A smile tugged at her lips at this gesture, and it seemed she might just laugh. The elusive smile soon vanished, however, as solemnity descended once more. “Positions mean little to this creature.” That response was rather polite, a strange consideration for the insane elf.
“Perhaps the flesh should sit with the creature?” There was definite humor within her glance as she looked past his arm towards his face. The challenge was back once more, tempered as it was with her quiet emotion. He had her full attention at this question. Well, what would be considered full to her at the very least. Her eyes continued to dart away from him, constantly observing those around herself.
Velve smile at the sound of Valantia'swords and turns his gaze over to her seeing Valantia and Morgann, "Greetings!" He nods to them. His eye quickly turns to Casus and Deilakrion saying flatly, "If you two destroy this tavern with your hatered for one another I will not be pleased in the least." He accentuates his point by pulling a dagger out and jamming it deep into the oak table before him.
Casus grabs the chance nesessary to lift his arm from its directing posture, drifting it away from the such and upwards, towards the lenghty mane splaying downward across his slim shoulders. Scratching ensues a quick scrutinization of the female, taking in the little that remains upon her figure; the belt and sheath. "Perhaps clothing would do for you," he drags on, sarcasm spun within his hasty accent. A smile still absent from his slender visage, he gazes back upon her direct stare, watching her ever weary glances towards those abroad.
Deilakrion turns in stifled surprise toward the unnecessarily loud drow. Her attention he garners for brief seconds before she turns back to the half-elf before her in dismissive manner towards the drow. Her lips peel back from her teeth in a fierce grin as she shakes her head. “This creature has no need of fleshy –clothing-” The scorn delivered is thick, offset by her raised chin. She was fidgeting, the onset of other patrons apparently doing more to upset her than any amount of sarcasm the half elf could lay on. Yet the interest this man warranted apparently was enough to keep her firmly where she was, sprawled comfortably across the hard floors as only the insane elf was capable of. “Silly fleshes. . .” This last an afterthought; musing directed towards none as her stare wandered, soon skittering back toward the sarcastic half-elf.
Casus redirects his lingering gaze from the elf lazily reclining upon the floor towards the drow making his quaint opinion in the such. With a short nod within the man's direction he drifts back within the previous gaze, dribbling in a manner of slowed speach as he continues on in their previous conversation. "I say ignore him. I hate arrogance..."
Deilakrion was quite confused with the last statement. She frowned at the man before her, turning as if to follow his gaze. “Ignore. . .?” A brief shake of her head followed: the matter gone entirely from her mind. She stretched languidly, predator within her evidently roused by the influx of warm bodies. “Unnecessary.” The word was sudden, and her meaning vague as her eyes lost their focus as she became lost for a moment within her mind. Another shake of her head, the movement becoming almost ritual as the night wore on. She pushed herself to her feet, smile genuine this go as she offered it to the half elf. “Hunt?” The offer, rarely given, was free in its simplicity and lack of duplicity. Such could be relied upon with the insane woman.
Tyrsis suddenly notices the elven woman he'd met previously as she speaks to him. "With pleasure," he responds.
Casus rolls his shoulders in a slight shrug, instantly dropping them back within a prone slump. Droping backward he lands back to chair in, drifting back within his posture of sluggish relaxation. The manner he presents belies all else as he carries on in the ongoing sarcasm slurred within his fast-paced speach, "You truly are an odd one." With his arms enfolded with one another he droops his eyelids to mere slits, focusing his lidded gaze upon the female now standing before him. All else drowned by his now slim vision, he gazes yet again amongst her features, noting the lack of any womanly figure. "Truly odd..."
Deilakrion huffed in impatience, though the newly acquired scowl brightened as she noticed the lycan stranger from a few nights previous. Thoughts sluggish churned within her mind, impatience with the misunderstanding caused by those not used to her altered speech spurring her to action. To the man known as Tyrsis she beckoned, ducking her head in a nod. “Hunt.” Sly grin at this, as she pointed from Tyrsis to the half-elf. This gesture some form of introduction, she stared between the two with obvious impatience, waiting for something to click between the two. Fleshes always made unnecessary conversation—this was a staple in her deranged mind. So with impatience typical of Deilakrion, she bounded onto the table, staring upwards at the candelabra as she waited for lycan and half-elf to comprehend her various meanings.
Casus drops his lower lip to inch downwards across his visage, ivory flashing behind in such a manner of one tasting something in the likes of bile. His head jerking back, his mouth shuts, only to ensue a short twist to his posture to focus his attention upon the new victim of the woman. His lidded gaze now open fully he peers solemnly towards her intended victim, confusion plastered tight with his scrunched features. The hasty drawl he carries always he speaks, "She's confusing. Enlighten me?" Awaiting further more seems to give little interest in his mood as he drifts back within his older position.
Tyrsis slowly raised from the table, struggling more than he would usually. With a slow, stride, he proceeds to the table Deilakrion decided to leap atop of. With a quick nod to this acqauintance, his eyes fall on the stranger before him. While he knew the elven woman relied little on the spoken word, Tyrsis still held true to common formalities. "Greetings. My name is Tyrsis." he said to the half-elf in front of him.
Deilakrion wrinkles her nose at the half-elf, the expression something akin to the shaking of one’s finger. Her stare continued to hold to the flickering candelabra, her attention captivated by the dancing flames. Her muscles flexed slightly; perhaps she dared make the jump to catch hold of it? It was a daunting distance, and a few minutes passed as she relaxed. Even her elven strength could not make the leap, and her own capabilities she knew very well. That form of entertainment denied, she turned back towards the introductions being made, not before one of old caught at her eyes. “Inquirer.” The word was soft, but cushioned with affection so light as to almost be indistinctive.
Casus quickly gives a quaint wave to the greetings offered. His mood settling deep gives the air around him an impatient buzz, his hasty accent only more-so. "Please, just help me comprehend."
Imar steps away from the board, his dark visage set in an expression of distaste. He nods slightly to Nancy, and moving to an empty table, the tall drow lowers himself into a chair to await his drink.
Tyrsis amused by the strangers lack of manners, smiles slightly and nods toward the elven maid. "This strange creature hungers for the flesh of those who would incur her wrath. It would seem she wishes to hunt."
Casus lifts his arms away from their tight embrace, directing their path towards his eyes, giving each a quick scrub with his palms. A heavy sigh to follow only giving hint to his exhaustion from the conversation. Drifting away, his arms fall back in their always cuddling embrace, dragging themselves tight against his slim figure. "You confuse, lady..."
Imar turns his head at the sound of Deilakrion's voice, and a smile tugs at his lips. He inclines his head to the woman "Hello creature, you keeping out of trouble?"
Deilakrion frowned once more, airing her grief with a forceful sigh. This time, she beckons toward that drow Imar, imperious within her demand. “Inquirer.” The word is quite loud this time, to cut across the din and reach his ears. She stares plaintively at him, patience grown thin in her inability to explain herself. She frowns down at the half-elf, grimacing slightly at Tyrsis.
Casus gives a fitful shake at the explanation brought forth. Understanding little of the womans style of names and whatnot he carries on, "Easy enough. Perhaps you could give a name of your own?"
Imar arches an eyebrow at Deilakrion, and his smile stretches into a grin "Something I can do for you creature?"
Deilakrion looked at the half-elf once more, uncertain as to whether or not he spoke to her. Yet in either case . . . “Fleshy names,” she scoffed, upper lip twitching in disdain, “This creature is but a creature, no need for fleshy names. . .” There were few yet alive who knew her names, either of them, and should she find them all it would take would be a dark night and them unawares. . .her thoughts drifted, and she stared sharply at Imar, plaintive expression beckoning to him to explain herself in a better fashion.
Deilakrion: There had never been a point in her new life—that of insanity—where Deilakrion had ever been comfortable with an excess of people and frustration. Coupled, she became fretful, though she might hide it well. The urge for camaraderie, fellowship in the hunt and understanding was beginning to show in the rolling of her eyes and her jerking motions. Her head listed from side to side, and her glances to the door were becoming frequent. She began to back from the two she was closest to, her hatred of touch beginning to grow. She threw another glance towards Imar, and then was pacing hastily for the door and the cleaner air of the outdoors.
Outside of Kelay Tavern
Deilakrion stared sullenly at the three who had followed her, though her posture was easier in the open air. “This creature. . .does not like meaty fleshes.” The words seemed difficult for her, as if a confession or admission of sorts. Then her mouth closed, and she waited for them to speak.
Imar said to Deilakrion, "Boo!"
Casus : The doors belonging within the reticent Tavern heave outward, swaying in haste as Casus makes his way through the gloomy exit. The to and fro sway to the wood behind his idea of an entrance, he stops within earshot of the female of his older conversation. Hasty accent outlined with impatience he carries on, "You are an annoying one." Twisting around he glances about, casting a jaunting gaze about the area, assessing any possible spot to relax. Seeing naught but the shadowed forest to his front, he gazes upward, taking in the rising sun, and drops a heavy sigh.
Deilakrion startled from where she had come to rest against the building to the south, a snarl immediately adopted as she hissed in irritation at the all-too-playful drow. “Do not.” She gritted through her teeth, brow furrowed as she eyed him. This time her pleading stare was sent to the other two, as if asking for an intervention against Imar’s constant antics.
Tyrsis grinning with amusement at Deilakrion's statement, he just stares at the woman.
Tyrsis said, "surely a creature of your ferocity can cease this drow's ceasless playing."
Imar arches both eyebrows in surprise, and a decidedly feral grin spreads across his dark visage "Dear me creature, are we felling a bit fragile?"
Deilakrion dropped her face to her hands, scrubbing at it and the black mud caked upon it. The fetid stuff crumbled off, and she stared down upon it in dismay. “This creature needs to clean.” There was whining in her tone, but she seemed to dispel that dreary mood with the clenching of her jaw. Wearily were her next words delivered: “This creature once advanced upon the inquirer. The inquirer constricted this creature with. . .fleshy clothing.” And that memory was shunted aside with a deadly glare aimed towards Imar. Her gaze then traveled across to Tyrsis and Casus, contemplative in this realm. “Would the inquirer and fleshes follow this creature. . .?”
Imar said to Deilakrion, "Is that what you want creature, for me to leave you alone?*a low chuckle* And here is me, thinking you missed me. Ah well, never mind.""
Tyrsis looks to the sky, his eyes glittering with the stars. Waiting a moment before replying, he takes in a deep breath. "Tonight, this 'fleshy' will not follow."
Casus lifts his arms up and turns his palms to face in the same. Elbows cocked back, he shrugs; countenance veiled in a confused disorder of pinched lips and furrowed brow. "Lady, I haven't a clue of what you speak." Arms back in their former posture, he points off in the directions left to them. "Make sense, and I may follow," he speaks on in his hasty drawl, awaiting further more.
Deilakrion glanced sharply towards Tyrsis, disappointment softening her eyes. Then she bit her lip, resuming a frown as she looked towards Imar and Casus: awaiting reply. There was determination in the stiffness of her shoulders, and she rose to her feet with a glance eastward. “Follow?”
Tyrsis bowing lowly to the parade of characters before him, he turns to the forest and disappears.
Tyrsis exits west.
Imar simply shakes his head "No creature, I have other matters to attend, and as you find my company so stressful, I shall bid you fare well."
Imar exits north.
Deilakrion clenched her jaw, her own head bowing as bitterness twisted her lips into some semblance of a smile. “This creature cannot explain to fleshes.” Her words were whispered, and her lips moved silently before she admitted to the last of the three: “This creature needs help.”
Casus lifts his gaze away from the female, drifting it up and away to glance amongst the others, a slight frown splayed in questioning manner across his face the only reaction given. A slight pause, he turns, facing the Tavern in a momentary silence, as if apologizing for leaving the silent abode. With a whip to his cloak, he spurs his left foot against the ground, twisting lightly backward and facing the previous woman. "Very well. Take me where you please..."
Deilakrion brightened, then, offering an earnest grin as she immediately started jogging eastward without further explanation.
Deilakrion sidled into the bar, reticence strong upon her features. Whatever events had struck recently seemed to have taken their toll upon her: fetid mud caked dry upon her skin. She sent a sullen glance toward those taken residence within the tavern. She seemed to be looking for something—or someone, but soon gave up with a sigh. She glanced back behind her towards outside, but weariness seemed hold her within the well-lit tavern. She took a closer look at those within the tavern. “Fleshes.” A grunt, dismissive, and then she was moving towards a wall, aimless.
Casus shifts his posture so as to cast a jaunting gaze towards the patron making her entrance; the drifty female catching his interest by the sight she brings with. The wooden planks swinging to and fro within her wake giving him the idea of one weary to the bones, her escort of mud giving him thoughts of lowlies. Fluid motions brings alight his figure shifting from his relaxed posture, his old prone giving the look of one fitfully asleep in a dreamy countenance. Raising both arms to embrace tightly one another his right leg follows in mirror propping lightly against the left. Drowning his gaze upon the newly entered person Casus watches on in a solemn manner of slow breathing and idle movments of his left foot.
Deilakrion stood against the wall, pressing against it as she looked about the bar. Her breathing was heavy, fingers tapping against her thighs without clear purpose. Amid the general patrons, common and dreary, one seemed to stand out to her tired eyes, regarding her in the same manner. She tilted her head, then, pushing matted hair from her eyes though it soon sprang right back. Her chin lifted as if in challenge, though no violent gesture was given. Then she was moving, circling wide as she stared at the man with judging eyes, movements almost catlike. She paused as she neared him, only a few feet from him, and waited unmoving.
Casus , amidst the quiet dripping a sober manner across the Tavern, peers deeply though lidded eyes, eyes given the hue hazel catch the short movements of the female; the given greeting and the short motions, lithe to his own. Response given in little he watches on, keeping his breathing light and paced in short spurts. The short distance of mere feet from his own restful position, the female brings herself to pause, taking sight of all else from his own and towering over him in a manner of haughty arrogance. Straightening his posture the little necessary Casus leans forward, dropping his arms from their tight embrace to balance upon his knees, chin cupped in both palms. In a hasty slur of foreign accent he dribbles the few words needed within his concern, "A problem, lady?"
Deilakrion’s response was immediate. Her lips peeled back from her teeth and a soft growl drifted from her throat. But as quickly the growl passed, and then a few steps closer to inspect the man. Words unnecessary to the elf as doubt and curiosity played out over her features. A hand moved from its presence against her thigh, jerking to make another attempt to push her hair behind her ear to keep it from her eyes. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, eyes closing as she rocked back onto her heels. “Flesh.” The short response was given, critical stares given to the other patrons as she considered her fragmenting thoughts. “Smelling different from other fleshes.” Her lips pursed, her halting speech once more causing frustration to rise within her mind.
Casus drops back in a flash of a heavy sigh and a loud 'clack!' as his back finds mark to the wood behind. Following in stride his arms whip back within their tight embrace against his chest, each tighter than their previous stature, his legs staying with their previous nature, yet the slight bowing at the knees gives way for his infamous slouched posture. "I am deeply sorry," his accent hasty and slurred gives in kind, the sarcasm hidden with the short lease of words hinting to his attitude towards the subject at hand.
Deilakrion persisted, drawing closer to the man. She refrained from touching him, however, merely bending to take a closer look. She was agitated now. Then she moved, straightening with haste. “Fierce hunter!” Her hand raised with a fluttering of fingers toward that vampiress. She did not move from her position near the half-elf, however, staring at him though her words were directed to Tenebrae. “This creature became lost.”
Casus scrunches his slim visage with a deep furrow to the brow, casting shadows and the like across his youthful features. The looks meaning hidden in the glance from female to female, the words given from the first confusing him more so as she carries on in her short drawl. In a quick heft of breath Casus drops his look of before, instantly regaining his past composure, and carries on his look towards the female striding above him.
Tenebrae was already halfway across the room when the naked elf waved and spoke. Still dressed in the soft velver imposed on her usually underclad form by her audience with the Dwarf King, she might have appeared smaller than the extra six inches missing, with her boots. Peridot eyes, inflected with an arctic quality, would rest upon the half-breed, a glance then given Deilakrion. "Creature.....?" The arc of her brow was a questioning one.
Deilakrion might have seemed rude to any but the vampires, used as the woman was to the elf’s fancies. She held the man’s gaze, posture growing stiffer by the minute as some form of challenge passed between the two, yet still she conversed with the vampiress. “This creature killed the prey. Then lost. Unable to sneak inside to get the prey, get pack. Did the fierce hunter get the pack?” Her eyes twitched momentarily from their captivation, worry flickering within their depths as they were drawn to Tenebrae for seconds. Then she was staring at the half-elf again, leaning towards him with intensity.
Casus carries on his manner of defiant sarcasm, his gaze drifting to and fro from one female to another; his features keeping an even mask of serene calm. In a quickening sigh Casus speaks a few words of hasty reprieve, "Stop. Eh?"
Deilakrion’s eyes dim as Tenebrae leaves without words given in reassurance. Her mouth twists in distaste, and a breath leaves her. Shoulders slumping slightly, the scrawny elf looks away from the man in front of her. She crouches instead, her advantage of height replaced with sullenness. “Stop?” Her tone has changed, his sarcastic nature seemingly not affecting her mood at all. “This creature has done nothing.” Her voice is flat, her eyes dropped to his feet.
Casus gives a quick shake to his features as he sits up, straddling his knees with his elbows, yet closing his fists and resting his chin upon such. Hasty drawl given to words Casus speaks, "At least you listen well." Sarcasm still evident in his finesse he stretches his legs with the little room given from the female at hand, the toes of his boots mere inches from her seated posture. "Eh, take a seat. I truly hate people sitting beneath me..."
Velve raises his goblet to his lips and sips the red contents as his eye watches the two carefully. His ears, though remain on what Millana says to him and not what the two speak.
Deilakrion lifted her chin, eyes darting upwards. Her lips pursed as her eyes perused the features of this man who had so caught her attention. She turned her head to the side, catching a glance of another male who seemed to be in quiet conversation with a female. She shook her head slightly at the display—though she was becoming used to such. Mating rituals and the like. It was from this position that she deigned answer with faint words, catching her lower lip with fingers freed from their position taken upon her thigh.
“This creature is beneath none.” Her other hand remained tapping on her other thigh, her mind always preoccupied with busying thoughts from another lifetime. It was with this statement that she sprawled back, defiance echoed within her stubborn expression. A reluctant glare was cast towards him, this stranger she had dared investigate.
Casus lifts his head away from his fisted hands, enough so as to drop his right arm towards the woman before him. Keeping his fist intact yet extending the pointer he directs his arm within her direct gaze, the look giving off one attempting to direct anothers gaze. His arm moving downwards mere feet from her face he focuses his eyes upon his appointed victim, "See, ground. Beneath?"
Deilakrion became puzzled at this latest, head tilting once more as she followed his moving arm and hand. A smile tugged at her lips at this gesture, and it seemed she might just laugh. The elusive smile soon vanished, however, as solemnity descended once more. “Positions mean little to this creature.” That response was rather polite, a strange consideration for the insane elf.
“Perhaps the flesh should sit with the creature?” There was definite humor within her glance as she looked past his arm towards his face. The challenge was back once more, tempered as it was with her quiet emotion. He had her full attention at this question. Well, what would be considered full to her at the very least. Her eyes continued to dart away from him, constantly observing those around herself.
Velve smile at the sound of Valantia'swords and turns his gaze over to her seeing Valantia and Morgann, "Greetings!" He nods to them. His eye quickly turns to Casus and Deilakrion saying flatly, "If you two destroy this tavern with your hatered for one another I will not be pleased in the least." He accentuates his point by pulling a dagger out and jamming it deep into the oak table before him.
Casus grabs the chance nesessary to lift his arm from its directing posture, drifting it away from the such and upwards, towards the lenghty mane splaying downward across his slim shoulders. Scratching ensues a quick scrutinization of the female, taking in the little that remains upon her figure; the belt and sheath. "Perhaps clothing would do for you," he drags on, sarcasm spun within his hasty accent. A smile still absent from his slender visage, he gazes back upon her direct stare, watching her ever weary glances towards those abroad.
Deilakrion turns in stifled surprise toward the unnecessarily loud drow. Her attention he garners for brief seconds before she turns back to the half-elf before her in dismissive manner towards the drow. Her lips peel back from her teeth in a fierce grin as she shakes her head. “This creature has no need of fleshy –clothing-” The scorn delivered is thick, offset by her raised chin. She was fidgeting, the onset of other patrons apparently doing more to upset her than any amount of sarcasm the half elf could lay on. Yet the interest this man warranted apparently was enough to keep her firmly where she was, sprawled comfortably across the hard floors as only the insane elf was capable of. “Silly fleshes. . .” This last an afterthought; musing directed towards none as her stare wandered, soon skittering back toward the sarcastic half-elf.
Casus redirects his lingering gaze from the elf lazily reclining upon the floor towards the drow making his quaint opinion in the such. With a short nod within the man's direction he drifts back within the previous gaze, dribbling in a manner of slowed speach as he continues on in their previous conversation. "I say ignore him. I hate arrogance..."
Deilakrion was quite confused with the last statement. She frowned at the man before her, turning as if to follow his gaze. “Ignore. . .?” A brief shake of her head followed: the matter gone entirely from her mind. She stretched languidly, predator within her evidently roused by the influx of warm bodies. “Unnecessary.” The word was sudden, and her meaning vague as her eyes lost their focus as she became lost for a moment within her mind. Another shake of her head, the movement becoming almost ritual as the night wore on. She pushed herself to her feet, smile genuine this go as she offered it to the half elf. “Hunt?” The offer, rarely given, was free in its simplicity and lack of duplicity. Such could be relied upon with the insane woman.
Tyrsis suddenly notices the elven woman he'd met previously as she speaks to him. "With pleasure," he responds.
Casus rolls his shoulders in a slight shrug, instantly dropping them back within a prone slump. Droping backward he lands back to chair in, drifting back within his posture of sluggish relaxation. The manner he presents belies all else as he carries on in the ongoing sarcasm slurred within his fast-paced speach, "You truly are an odd one." With his arms enfolded with one another he droops his eyelids to mere slits, focusing his lidded gaze upon the female now standing before him. All else drowned by his now slim vision, he gazes yet again amongst her features, noting the lack of any womanly figure. "Truly odd..."
Deilakrion huffed in impatience, though the newly acquired scowl brightened as she noticed the lycan stranger from a few nights previous. Thoughts sluggish churned within her mind, impatience with the misunderstanding caused by those not used to her altered speech spurring her to action. To the man known as Tyrsis she beckoned, ducking her head in a nod. “Hunt.” Sly grin at this, as she pointed from Tyrsis to the half-elf. This gesture some form of introduction, she stared between the two with obvious impatience, waiting for something to click between the two. Fleshes always made unnecessary conversation—this was a staple in her deranged mind. So with impatience typical of Deilakrion, she bounded onto the table, staring upwards at the candelabra as she waited for lycan and half-elf to comprehend her various meanings.
Casus drops his lower lip to inch downwards across his visage, ivory flashing behind in such a manner of one tasting something in the likes of bile. His head jerking back, his mouth shuts, only to ensue a short twist to his posture to focus his attention upon the new victim of the woman. His lidded gaze now open fully he peers solemnly towards her intended victim, confusion plastered tight with his scrunched features. The hasty drawl he carries always he speaks, "She's confusing. Enlighten me?" Awaiting further more seems to give little interest in his mood as he drifts back within his older position.
Tyrsis slowly raised from the table, struggling more than he would usually. With a slow, stride, he proceeds to the table Deilakrion decided to leap atop of. With a quick nod to this acqauintance, his eyes fall on the stranger before him. While he knew the elven woman relied little on the spoken word, Tyrsis still held true to common formalities. "Greetings. My name is Tyrsis." he said to the half-elf in front of him.
Deilakrion wrinkles her nose at the half-elf, the expression something akin to the shaking of one’s finger. Her stare continued to hold to the flickering candelabra, her attention captivated by the dancing flames. Her muscles flexed slightly; perhaps she dared make the jump to catch hold of it? It was a daunting distance, and a few minutes passed as she relaxed. Even her elven strength could not make the leap, and her own capabilities she knew very well. That form of entertainment denied, she turned back towards the introductions being made, not before one of old caught at her eyes. “Inquirer.” The word was soft, but cushioned with affection so light as to almost be indistinctive.
Casus quickly gives a quaint wave to the greetings offered. His mood settling deep gives the air around him an impatient buzz, his hasty accent only more-so. "Please, just help me comprehend."
Imar steps away from the board, his dark visage set in an expression of distaste. He nods slightly to Nancy, and moving to an empty table, the tall drow lowers himself into a chair to await his drink.
Tyrsis amused by the strangers lack of manners, smiles slightly and nods toward the elven maid. "This strange creature hungers for the flesh of those who would incur her wrath. It would seem she wishes to hunt."
Casus lifts his arms away from their tight embrace, directing their path towards his eyes, giving each a quick scrub with his palms. A heavy sigh to follow only giving hint to his exhaustion from the conversation. Drifting away, his arms fall back in their always cuddling embrace, dragging themselves tight against his slim figure. "You confuse, lady..."
Imar turns his head at the sound of Deilakrion's voice, and a smile tugs at his lips. He inclines his head to the woman "Hello creature, you keeping out of trouble?"
Deilakrion frowned once more, airing her grief with a forceful sigh. This time, she beckons toward that drow Imar, imperious within her demand. “Inquirer.” The word is quite loud this time, to cut across the din and reach his ears. She stares plaintively at him, patience grown thin in her inability to explain herself. She frowns down at the half-elf, grimacing slightly at Tyrsis.
Casus gives a fitful shake at the explanation brought forth. Understanding little of the womans style of names and whatnot he carries on, "Easy enough. Perhaps you could give a name of your own?"
Imar arches an eyebrow at Deilakrion, and his smile stretches into a grin "Something I can do for you creature?"
Deilakrion looked at the half-elf once more, uncertain as to whether or not he spoke to her. Yet in either case . . . “Fleshy names,” she scoffed, upper lip twitching in disdain, “This creature is but a creature, no need for fleshy names. . .” There were few yet alive who knew her names, either of them, and should she find them all it would take would be a dark night and them unawares. . .her thoughts drifted, and she stared sharply at Imar, plaintive expression beckoning to him to explain herself in a better fashion.
Deilakrion: There had never been a point in her new life—that of insanity—where Deilakrion had ever been comfortable with an excess of people and frustration. Coupled, she became fretful, though she might hide it well. The urge for camaraderie, fellowship in the hunt and understanding was beginning to show in the rolling of her eyes and her jerking motions. Her head listed from side to side, and her glances to the door were becoming frequent. She began to back from the two she was closest to, her hatred of touch beginning to grow. She threw another glance towards Imar, and then was pacing hastily for the door and the cleaner air of the outdoors.
Outside of Kelay Tavern
Deilakrion stared sullenly at the three who had followed her, though her posture was easier in the open air. “This creature. . .does not like meaty fleshes.” The words seemed difficult for her, as if a confession or admission of sorts. Then her mouth closed, and she waited for them to speak.
Imar said to Deilakrion, "Boo!"
Casus : The doors belonging within the reticent Tavern heave outward, swaying in haste as Casus makes his way through the gloomy exit. The to and fro sway to the wood behind his idea of an entrance, he stops within earshot of the female of his older conversation. Hasty accent outlined with impatience he carries on, "You are an annoying one." Twisting around he glances about, casting a jaunting gaze about the area, assessing any possible spot to relax. Seeing naught but the shadowed forest to his front, he gazes upward, taking in the rising sun, and drops a heavy sigh.
Deilakrion startled from where she had come to rest against the building to the south, a snarl immediately adopted as she hissed in irritation at the all-too-playful drow. “Do not.” She gritted through her teeth, brow furrowed as she eyed him. This time her pleading stare was sent to the other two, as if asking for an intervention against Imar’s constant antics.
Tyrsis grinning with amusement at Deilakrion's statement, he just stares at the woman.
Tyrsis said, "surely a creature of your ferocity can cease this drow's ceasless playing."
Imar arches both eyebrows in surprise, and a decidedly feral grin spreads across his dark visage "Dear me creature, are we felling a bit fragile?"
Deilakrion dropped her face to her hands, scrubbing at it and the black mud caked upon it. The fetid stuff crumbled off, and she stared down upon it in dismay. “This creature needs to clean.” There was whining in her tone, but she seemed to dispel that dreary mood with the clenching of her jaw. Wearily were her next words delivered: “This creature once advanced upon the inquirer. The inquirer constricted this creature with. . .fleshy clothing.” And that memory was shunted aside with a deadly glare aimed towards Imar. Her gaze then traveled across to Tyrsis and Casus, contemplative in this realm. “Would the inquirer and fleshes follow this creature. . .?”
Imar said to Deilakrion, "Is that what you want creature, for me to leave you alone?*a low chuckle* And here is me, thinking you missed me. Ah well, never mind.""
Tyrsis looks to the sky, his eyes glittering with the stars. Waiting a moment before replying, he takes in a deep breath. "Tonight, this 'fleshy' will not follow."
Casus lifts his arms up and turns his palms to face in the same. Elbows cocked back, he shrugs; countenance veiled in a confused disorder of pinched lips and furrowed brow. "Lady, I haven't a clue of what you speak." Arms back in their former posture, he points off in the directions left to them. "Make sense, and I may follow," he speaks on in his hasty drawl, awaiting further more.
Deilakrion glanced sharply towards Tyrsis, disappointment softening her eyes. Then she bit her lip, resuming a frown as she looked towards Imar and Casus: awaiting reply. There was determination in the stiffness of her shoulders, and she rose to her feet with a glance eastward. “Follow?”
Tyrsis bowing lowly to the parade of characters before him, he turns to the forest and disappears.
Tyrsis exits west.
Imar simply shakes his head "No creature, I have other matters to attend, and as you find my company so stressful, I shall bid you fare well."
Imar exits north.
Deilakrion clenched her jaw, her own head bowing as bitterness twisted her lips into some semblance of a smile. “This creature cannot explain to fleshes.” Her words were whispered, and her lips moved silently before she admitted to the last of the three: “This creature needs help.”
Casus lifts his gaze away from the female, drifting it up and away to glance amongst the others, a slight frown splayed in questioning manner across his face the only reaction given. A slight pause, he turns, facing the Tavern in a momentary silence, as if apologizing for leaving the silent abode. With a whip to his cloak, he spurs his left foot against the ground, twisting lightly backward and facing the previous woman. "Very well. Take me where you please..."
Deilakrion brightened, then, offering an earnest grin as she immediately started jogging eastward without further explanation.