[Sun and Stars Tavern] Fighting

[Solo.] "Will you devour me now?"

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

[Sun and Stars Tavern] Fighting

Postby Siofra on October 31st, 2011, 11:00 pm

Fall 60th, 511 AV



Like little monsters hammering at her skull the alcohol washed through her blood. The burn washed away memories of a time when she could not, was not, alive. Scales glittering in dappled sunshine, the crack of eggs as they fragmented under the noses of newborns. That was not her life. It was someone else's. She wished to escape it, needed to escape it. If only she could slip into the warm embrace of sleep again.

She settled instead for the Withering Rose and her ale, but that soon grew tedious.

The Sun and Stars Tavern was next.

She stumbled her way there, aching to feel sick, to feel something and wash the taste of deer off her tongue. Why was there deer on her tongue anyway? Was it caught in the fork? How...?

That was wrong. Siofra wasn't in her snake body. Leth laughed down at her, cheekily smirked at her as she swayed into that quaint little bar she'd walked by once or twice. Once again, the House watched her progress, laughing at her as well. Water soaked her feet, but why was there water? She couldn't make heads nor tails of it. For all she knew, Alvadas rarely allowed rain. Or rarely since she'd come. What was this?

Indigo eyes, muddled by drink, tilted down in a white face. There was indeed water on the ground. A good inch or two, maybe three. She didn't know. Siofra was lucky to count that high. They don't teach Dhani how to count much anymore in the Conundrum.

They don't teach Dhani anything at the Conundrum that they don't already know.

A giggle passed her lips and she stopped, motionless, fearing that the giggle preceded some attack. Alvadas was laughing at her. With her. With Leth. She let another sound out and stifled herself, summoned her flat face, as she came to her new patronage.

Would she die if she drank enough?

One could only hope, these days. Siofra was starting to find the gloom depressing, the mortals wearisome. What she wouldn't do to find scales out there, or to change her form and hunt something helpless, like a human. How boring life could be if she was stuck in her horned shape for eternity.

Siofra's train of thought came to a halt as she entered the Sun and Stars and set her eyes upon the cieling. Almost, very nearly, tears danced to the corners of her eyelids. It was beautiful. She was emotional with her indisposition. The stars traveled along the expanse of black, making her ache for Lhavit and its ageless, sacred beauty that Alvadas couldn't compete with. Lhavit was the closest to home. She wished for Alvadas, that boring city.

Her head lowered, her chin tucked down, as she eyed the people in the bar for an empty table. She made her way to one against the wall, keeping her head tucked so her horns had a better chance of being concealed. Her eyes sharpened somewhat as a mixture of fetid odours washed over her and she took a seat at an empty table for six. Immediately she leaned back, her head bumping into the wall, and closed her eyes.

Someone ought to hurry on by and keep her drunk or give her their time, before she grew bored.
We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?


OOCIt is now December, officially Winter in the Mizaharian calender. Siofra is no longer available to thread with for anyone after the end of Fall.
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[Sun and Stars Tavern] Fighting

Postby Siofra on November 7th, 2011, 9:23 pm

DreamThe dream part I mention here I will shortly write in the Dreamscapes so all you cutesy little Alvad can read it. :3

If anyone came, Siofra wasn't aware of it.

She had closed her eyes and, as though she had sprung a trap, the darkness that fought every night to drown her rose and swallowed her. She dreamed as she sat there, her consciousness pulling and ripping at her to make her see the truth it had long ago percieved. She didn't fight it this time. In the drunken haze she had fallen into she had no will to struggle off her need to sleep.

It left her feeling the need to vomit when she eventually awoke, choked and distressed. It left her feeling like a million small hands were ripping her body apart, piece by piece, slowly but surely trying to end her life.

It was starting to consume her and she couldn't hope to fight it in her current state.

Even awake now, it was silent. Dead. Quiet. Outside Alvadas could have been tearing itself apart but Siofra would not be able to hear it. She was stunned, torn apart, trickling ever deeper into that yawning pit of insanity she had once detected long ago.

Would it devour her now?
We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?


OOCIt is now December, officially Winter in the Mizaharian calender. Siofra is no longer available to thread with for anyone after the end of Fall.
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Help me... I'm afraid...
 
Posts: 83
Words: 48776
Joined roleplay: October 17th, 2011, 4:59 pm
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