[The Golden Dragon]Drinking the Bells Away[Open]

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[The Golden Dragon]Drinking the Bells Away[Open]

Postby Runas on August 29th, 2011, 5:28 am

Summer 54th, 511 AV



A smooth, dark bottle was lifted from a coarse wooden table to pale lips. A long swallow followed a great swill of warm, rich liquid. A tongue danced across the set of lips, collecting residual droplets of dark liquid. Alcohol sung through claret blood as the bottle was returned to the table, precariously settled on the hard surface.

The Ethaefal partaking in the wine on the table rarely did drink so frivolously, in such a public place. She rarely did so without some sort of way to cover her horns, but at this time she didn't much care. On the other occasions she drank, it was to honour a spidery man that used to drink wine because it didn't require venom to break down. Drunken conversations, teetering admittances, plagued the Ethaefal still, after all her life. She drank now to escape, to perhaps find something new in this delicate web weaved by Gods for her to follow. Maybe she'd pass out and wake up in a strange man's bed. Perhaps she'd wake to find three people with gold bracelets flashing in the merry light of Syna. Possibly she could end up being taken by the Knights. Now that would be an adventure.

A little smirk curved the lips of the Ethaefal. Runas lifted the bottle again by it's slender neck, throttling the poor thing before taking another drink. She never consumed a full bottle, but today was to be a new day for her. A new night, even. She had nothing against getting adequately drunk. She wanted to be able to look at even the most unsightly of people and consider them to warm her bed.

Glossy silver eyes rose to consider the dark curtain keeping her from checking out the other patrons of this fine, unsavoury, establishment. She stumbled off her seat in order to correct the swath of fabric -was it linen?- with a flourish, nearly ripping the entire thing off with her force. She snorted a derisive laugh and returned to her seat with a thump. Now she could watch the people out there and consider them. Perhaps one would take notice of her and join? She wasn't sure she much cared at this point.
All the heavens cried when the angels fell.
Runas
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