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The Diamond of Kalea is located on Kalea's extreme west coast and called as such because its completely made of a crystalline substance called Skyglass. Home of the Alvina of the Stars, cultural mecca of knowledge seekers, and rife with Ethaefal, this remote city shimmers with its own unique light.

[Obsidian Club] Fight Club

Postby Na'oni on February 21st, 2016, 9:51 pm

35th of Winter
15 Chimes after the 19th Bell



Na'oni had seen the Obsidian Club from the outside before. It looked fancy, no place for her. But upon a whim and a bit of nighttime restlessness, she decided to go one night. She decided on night in hopes that it would be less crowded; little did she know she was far from the truth. She entered the building and sucked in a breath almost immediately; it was quite crowded, with hot bodies clamoring together on a big open floor space and mingling at the bar. Her skin prickled and she rubbed her bare arms nervously. She was never good with crowds and the fact that she had decided to not wear her cloak this night made it worse.

She stepped towards the bar, eyeing the slick looking bartender. She forced a smile and squeezed between two people to get closer. "What can I get you..?" he asked and she could tell he had meant to put a pet name on the end but upon seeing the hostile-looking Myrian he thought better of it. She put the only two Kina she had brought with her on the counter and shrugged, gesturing to the bottles and then the coins. He cocked his head and smiled at her. "Cat got your tongue?" he asked and she showed her teeth before nodding. "Something like that." She answered, watching as he mixed together a drink for her. She picked up the glass and took a tentative sip as soon as he set it down before taking a long drink.

Na'oni turned her body to watch the rest of the club, eyeing the men for one reason and the women for another. It was about three years after her mother died that she realized that her contempt for men extended further than she thought; she was quite a bit more attracted to the graceful form of a woman rather than the burly men. She actually had never encountered a man she would see fit to marry but then again had only just passed her Trial and her Blooding Ceremony.

Her eyes landed on a pale blonde of small stature like her and her eyes wandered a bit before landing on her face. Her cheeks had patches of scales on them, like an abnormal form of makeup, and while she was a bit taken aback, she started moving towards the woman anyways. Unfortunately a man, though much more intoxicated than her, locked onto the same target and they bumped into each other. A growl of rose in her throat as she turned towards him. He looked surprised to have bumped into her but there was not menace in his eyes; that didn't matter though.

Na'oni pushed at the man as hard as she could and continued to walk, not even bothering to see if he was ok. However, the menace was quickly fired up in his eyes the moment she pushed him and he swung at her while her back was turned. She stumbled into the crowd and the crowd absorbed her as a sponge absorbs water, keeping her from falling completely but also seperating her from the woman and the hostile man. As soon as her head cleared, she surged upwards and forwards, her small size allowing her to slip through the crowd easily. The pale woman was easy enough to find and she was being talked to by the man she had pushed. Stomping forward, she opened up her mouth wide and released a loud roar as much in his face as she possibly could.
Na'oni
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