(The Rearing Stallion) An outcasts troubles. (open)

[Samael Friedlander]

93rd of fall

Samael sat at a table by himself, staring at his drink thoughtfully. His first day in Syliras had not been what he hoped. He had expected to flip the town on it's side with some glorious exploit, but instead got chased through an alley by a group of cats. He smirked at the thought, but an embarrassing affair it was. Maybe I'll find something tomorrow he thought to himself, although the city was a huge place and he was beginning to doubt his decision to relocate here.

The Tavern was rather lively that night, with people of all walks of life sharing the days gossip and drinking their troubles away. There didn't seem to be any svefra, and this relieved him. The city's seedy underworld was well hidden, if it was there at all, and this didn't help his situation much either. His thoughts turned to Uulong, his most trusted friend and confidant. I hope he has taken good care of the ship he thought. It seemed unfair to leave him with that burden in hindsight, but he believed Uulong was up to the task. Samael took a large swig from his mug and sat back to light his pipe. This might be harder then I thought.

[Tara]

Tara walked into the tavern and stood for a couple seconds. She flipped her hair off of her face and spotted a free seat. It was crowded that night, she noted. Her favorite seat beside the fire had been taken so she sat near the bar instead. Tara wasn't a drinker so she asked for a glass of water. Her cat-like senses did not take to the strong scents of alcohol. In fact, she didn't come here for the food or drink at all. She just liked the atmosphere of it. It may be busy but it was calm and quiet to her, having been out in the too-busy streets of Syliras. She didn't really like the main streets of Syliras. There were too many scents to sift through and so she never had any idea who was around her. It did not exactly fill her with confidence. Here in the tavern however she could easily identify everyone. She used her sharp nose and swiftly went through an overview of all the people here.

Mostly humans she noted, except for one scent. She turned her head towards the strange scent. Then she realized it was a Svefra. She had never scented one before so she did not recognize it at first. She had heard all kinds of things about them though, that they travelled by water and never spent much time on land. She was rather curious as to why he was traveling alone. Tara let it go though. She shrugged it off, as it was none of her business. He probably had his own reasons, as she had hers for being in a place that caused her senses to be so useless. She took a sip of water and looked into the small light that glowed a little on her table, but only so much that she knew she was drinking water. Her blue tinted hair glowed slightly orange with the many fire-lit lights that surrounded the tavern.

[Samael Friedlander]

Samael noticed a young women enter the tavern, not an odd site but there was something off about her. He attempted to get a good look without staring when he noticed her eyes, they were the eyes of a cat. A kelvic he thought. He had heard much about the race of shapeshifters. He had heard the tale of their creation from a storyteller once, it was quite an odd tale to say the least. He began reminiscing when he realized she was a feline kelvic, Samael had never been overly fond of cats and his recent misadventure did not change his opinion much. Being a cat sure would be useful though he noted. I could redefine the term "cat burglar".

Samael hastily finished his drink and walked toward the young woman, something about the kelvic had always interested him and curiosity led him to introducing himself. "Good evening miss." he began, taking the seat next to her and motioning to the barmaid. "What's a young kelvic doing all by herself in a shack like this?"

[Tara]

She turned to look as the Svefra she had noticed earlier was now sitting beside her. Slightly taken aback she took a couple seconds to gather a literate answer together. "It's nice to be out of the crowds" she said, keeping her answer short. "I'm Tara" she told him, figuring she may as well get this out of the way. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table and her head on her hands. She looked at the Svefra. He was much taller than her, which made Tara feel rather small. She made sure not to let this show however, as she did not like to give other people a reason to see her as weak.

She lifted her head from her hands and sat up, making herself look taller. However, she still look miniscule in comparison. She was short enough for a kelvic at a little bit under 5"4". She didn't like her size disadvantage during battles but it did force her to work on her speed and agility. She pulled herself away from her thoughts and returned her attention to the Svefra and to everything else that was going on around her.