Tales within the past (Sondra)

[Voreasos Alisier]

5th Winter 509 Av


The food that was once called meat was now just a puddle on the plate as two bright red eyes blinked as a red tongue licked along pale lips watching it. The sounds of the tavern holding the same levels as he took a seat far from any of the humans. The warm water washing down any left overs within his mouth as he let his black claws tap along the wooden worn out table.

Voreasos was one of the few races so far from being human he did not even try anymore to hide. His silver hair danced in what light there was, his red eyes peering out from his pale deathly white skin. Two spider like fangs showing past his lips when he did smirk or smile, black claws were clearly seen along his slightly large hands. Even his feet were slightly large and held black nails that were also sharp as any blade. He was the tale that humans told to there kids of what stalked the night, what took maidens away to feed off there bodies and killed the live stock. Symenestra.

He was the only one in the city, only one within months of travel around really. The city knew he was around yet did nothing to really stop him for he grew up around the city as if he was a tamed pet however good he may have acted everyone knew he was a monster. His race was born killers from birth from the claws, fangs, poison within the bodies to quick movements and other dark perks that few knew about it was no wonder that they were the hunters within the world.

Silver coins moved within his fingers as he flipped them letting them fall a bit before catching them. His eyes trailing along the room looking for any signs of danger. Almost wanting a bit of danger. His outfit was rather simple, black cloak around his body to cover it yet one would see under it was armor made of hard bones, under that were white cloth bandages as if he was a mummy. He was a thin type yet that did not stop him from being what he was.

He had no weapons on him, just a pack near his feet that held a large drawing book and quills to write with along with his miza. He had no reason to really carry his weapons for he kept in the city and alone for the most part. However even he had days when he had to be around them even if he saw them as food deep down and yet he did not eat them nor even forced them to breed not that it really would take place for he knew he could not breed anymore due to other events within his life.

Yet for now he was just sitting in the tavern, waiting almost for something to take place even if that something was far from normal. Then again what was normal when a monster from fairy tales could be seen in the city? The wooden mug touched the table once more, drained of water but he was not in the mood to fill it up nor even in the mood to eat again.

[Sondra]

The things she did to cure a hangover.

Sondra was sitting at a table, a small gathering beginning to form around her. She was trying to not look bored with various inane questions: Does he love me; Will I come into my uncle's fortune; How long until I'm not an apprentice?

Well, she would tell them what she could, but added that she would also be grateful for a contribution towards breakfast. This far from Mura and in the big city, things were a little hard for a delicate Konti.

The modest pile of silver she was amassing was enough to elicit real interest and maintain a believable farce. Soon enough she would have the means for some of the hair of the dog that bit her, oily food and maybe even a new pair of gloves. It was the gloves she missed the most, despite her skull-cracking headache.

Palmistry was cheap and easy to do on the fly. She didn't need cards or tea leaves for the illusion. However it had the sharp downside of frequently being compelled to brush hands with strangers. Visions came every now and again. At least the absent expression they gave her added to the validity of her fortune telling.

In a lull between readings, she scanned the tavern. A few things grabbed her interest, one of which she asked a nearby patron about in hushed tones.

"That's a Widow, right?"
The patron twisted in his chair to look where Sondra had glanced.
"Yup."
"And they just let him walk around?"
The man shrugged, "Hasn't hurt nobody. Grew up round here I think."
"Just because an adder hasn't bit me, it doesn't mean I want it on my pillow," she observed, mostly to herself, as the man was returning to his meal.

[Voreasos Alisier]

The sounds of coins falling to a table was the only sound made at his table as he moved, his pack over his shoulder and eyes forward yet a small haze of boredom flowed though them as he walked out the door of the local tavern. The light touched along his face bringing out his Gery like veins along his skin more, his red eyes shinning brightly as his hands moved along his sides as he walked down the road.

He was a odd one however that did not stop him. He did work within the city as a shop keeping and could be found inside it most of the time out of a season for he did not take many days off. However when he did he just had no plans set other then live life.

He was on his way to a few shops and maybe a new set of clothing with his miza he earned past few days. A new cloak maybe coat for the winter, pants, shirt and a belt. All in all his whole few miza's but he was not very worried of income for he had more then he really needed however not enough for his plans but in time he would as he walked into An Elegant Weave looking along the shop.