A hungry Pregnant woman (Kit Rowan)

The Silver Sliver

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

A hungry Pregnant woman (Kit Rowan)

Postby Tyechia on October 15th, 2013, 8:31 pm

14th of Fall, 513 AV


Tyechia had to be honest with herself. She was not made to live a poor life. Although in Ahnatep she did not care for clothes PR accessories, but that didn't mean she didn't miss the wealthy life. A slave waiting for you hand and foot, all the money you could have and most importantly the nature lab at the house, also known as her grandmothers room. The room cost a few pretty mizas and the blessing of the nature goddess. She hated the parties and how her parents tried to sell her to the highest bitter. Yet, she missed her home.


Now in ravok, a dangerous city, Tyechia stood in front of the silver sliver. It was nothing compared to the taverns in Ahnatep but still an okay place. She painfully sucked her lower arms into her linen robe and shifted side to side.No place is worth hiding my beautiful arms. She thought. Sadly except this place. While most of the wealthy or drop dead gorgeous women had two arms, the seventeen year old girl had four! Four beautiful arms she would love to show the lower-class and rub in their face. The gods love me more, the gods love me more!

She entered the pub and immediately scanned the room. Leth just took over the sky a belle ago so obviously the tavern would be filled with hardworking men and women who have nothing other to do but get wasted in such a place."Never compare a gilded Ephyrian to the poor living humans." Hers grandmothers words echoed in her head. In most cases, Tyechia couldn't but in hers she was no better then these people. She use to be...

As Tyechia took a,seat at the bar, she waited for the barmaid to take her order."I'll have a common meal and a pitcher of wine." She told the woman. The barmaid's eyes scanned the Ephyrian's body but once she reached the abdomen area, her already large eyes widened and Tyechia just knew she needed an explanation."Since you care so much about my womb, I'm going to give birth to a monster baby that survives off alcohol." Her tone was low and sounded like it had a bit of sarcasm.

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A hungry Pregnant woman (Kit Rowan)

Postby Kit Rowan on October 16th, 2013, 9:49 am

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The Spot remained Kit's favored destination but though she had looked for it in its expected place the mobile tavern had gone, long since departed to wherever tavern-boats go when they don't want to be found. She preferred that place; while the people were no more civilized there were still more things to do Kit wondered if perhaps one day she would be able to reconjure her determination, don her performing clothes and wander up to stage there. The last time she had tried, Kit had been given a terrible scare, but time had passed since, and she itched for the feeling of eyes locked on her. But not today.

Kit found her next best choice; the Silver Sliver. The prices were fair even if the company was as questionable as if often was. Still, wearing her leather courier's garb and with a dagger swinging from her belt Kit very much doubted that the same sort of people that had given her trouble on the second would attempt it here. Even the littlest creature was worth wary respect when it came attached to long fangs.

It was late. Akajia ruled the world, Leth her escort across the shape of the sky. Kit turned her face up and murmured a soft prayer to the Trickster's ally to keep her secrets well and wandered into the Sliver, the door swinging shut behind her. It was, as usual, a shady crowd. Men with no one at home to go too, or were simply afraid of going home were the tamest of the lot. They were just lonely drunks. But there were exceptions. Kit felt her eyes drawn toward he man hosting a small game of cards in the back with a shark-smile, the cloaked man standing with his back against the wall that all the customer's eyes skirted around, wary of taking his notice . . . A pregnant woman?

Kit snorted, smiled, shook her head slightly. If a woman heavy with child wished to indulge herself, well, who was Kit to judge? She picked out a table in the middle of the room, small enough to avoid a group ambushing her table and snagging the seats and just open enough to make her feel more safe, and settled down there. Kit crossed her legs, bit down on her lip and waited for a waitress to take her notice.
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