Come on... Just give me a kiss. (Open)

[Arrakiss]

Winter 40th 511 AV, Well After Nightfall


It was only around after three hours after sunset and already there had been two fights and one mugging. Arrakiss had watched it all through eyes wondering at the pure insanity of it all. In such a city, it was hard to imagine that anyone at all could actually possibly live here and not have been maimed at some point in their youth. It seemed the man who owned the building was very protective of it for as the fights raged and he watched the people involved seemed especially careful not to actually break something.

Arrakiss took a long drink of her ale and licked her lips free of the stinging alcohol. It was an acquired taste, she found out, as she wrinkled her nose and put the mug down so she could become accustom to the next draught. Alcohol was foreign to her until just ten days previously when she decided to try wine. The nauseatingly sweet syrup had put her in a more slow mood and she rather liked it. She didn't remember much from that night but she had woken up the next day feeling surprisingly not hungry and finding that she must have eaten something large to account for the stretching of her midsection. She had spent the whole day lounging in the dingy apartment, coiled up in an impossibly long snake's coil, and tasting the air languidly.

A good day it was.

Suddenly, the brawl seemed to fly at the dhani and she lunged out of the way as the table met with the bodies of no less than three men. Ale sprayed all over from her mug and the mugs of the two others and Arrakiss hissed her anger at the waste of good money. She rose to her feet and looked down at her cloak as glistening droplets dangled precariously from the matted furs. Anger found its way in her stomach, as did resentment, and the ever present hunger slowly drifted forward from where it had slumbered. She looked around for the culprits, her green eyes flashing dangerously at her abrupt anger.

"You're going to pay for that," she said in her lowest, most menacing tone. She could have meant with money, ale, or with something more lecherous or cruel, but the meaning would depend on the men she leveled her glare and words at. If they laughed, she would not react kindly.