Closed [The Scorched Skull] Shadow Meets Shadow - Sheshna

[Shikoba]

"Falynder? That's far off..." she said, as she recalled having vaguely heard of the region of jungles. Shikoba nodded in sympathy at Sheshna's words as the other woman spoke of her family. Her own family and tribe, the Kalanue had marooned her in the desert, leaving her for dead in the open sands. She could understand having family who did not accept you. She shook her head at Sheshna's hasty words. "I don't find you being too forward," she said with a gentle smile. 'She must be good at drinking,' Shikoba thought to herself, as Sheshna signaled for a drink with the words; Nothing delicate please... "The right places?" she said, as she grew redder under her tan skin tone in reply to Sheshna's question. This was the first time anyone had asked her this kind of question, and she was a bit overwhelmed. Not being the one to jump into something, she replied hesitantly, "Is.. is it alright if we start off as friends..? Not that I would mind... you know..." she trailed off weakly, embarrassed, and hoped that Sheshna did understand what she meant. She felt as if her face was a flame. 'Perhaps we could become more in the future,' came an inner voice in her mind. Honestly, she wouldn't mind if they did, for she had no real preference for gender, just the person they were. "That would be... wonderful!" she said, her eyes shinning at the opportunity laid before her. It was pretty hard to find any kind of work when everyone around you were so guarded. "I'd be fine with anything... short of getting myself killed," she said, with a crooked smile, as she took a sip from her drink.

[Sheshna]

She heard the comment on distance. It was something that rang comically. With Shikoba smiling, there was a smile reciprocated back. This was becoming rather pleasant.

When the bartender made his way to the table he pulled out a bottle. It was basically unlabeled except for the red label reading off it's alcohol content. He poured her one fourth of a glass, following with an invitation to taste. He told her with bit of pride "It's cheap but it does the job everytime."

She gave it a taste and liked it instantly liked it. Enough so that after she laid down the mizas she also tapped her glass. Many bartender had seen this sign so he filled it up to a half glass and walked away. She raised her glass as a thank you and he replied with "No problem."

She was on a roll, the redness of her face was cute to her as well. "You know you taste different now." She assumed Shikoba would know what she meant after she gave her a wink. "We can be friends, I don't mind being with or without... or on top or beneath you." She said with a bit more of her confident smile and tone. She also happened to be running her finger on the rim of her glass without realizing it. After biting her lip for a second she gulped down a little bit of her drink and then a bit more. Followed by a slow exhale, it was a strong drink.

The excitement was well taken "Well their way of policing the area is actually pretty effective. So it always has to be quick and painful. You usually don't have to end someone, but you've gotta be okay with hitting them hard and long enough to keep them quiet."

It was followed with a bit of wisdom "The people here don't really fight for what they have, those kind of people don't fight to keep it either."

[Shikoba]

Her gut feeling was that this woman, who had been a stranger to her less then a bell before, made her feel utterly comfortable and safe. She also knew that this woman she knew little, next to nothing about, made her belly flutter, and she was not entirely sure she was comfortable with that. Briefly distracted from her heated face, Shikoba recovered from her embarrassment and observed Sheshna, fascinated at the interaction between the bartender and her companion. She did not usually come to such places, even the more well reputed ones, since her people were of the wandering kind, walking the deserts from birth. As such, she was not accustomed to what seemed almost a casual ritual of selection. Making sure she made a mental record of what transpired, Shikoba leaned forward slightly, her elbow placed on the table next to her mug, her chin resting, propped, on the back of her left hand. In the mean time, the fingers of her right hand traced the side of her mug. It was simple task for her to commit the scene to memory, though it took her longer than she would have liked. After all, she was one of the Abayla line, though one of weaker blood, but on non of the less, and had had to go through the training required to memorize the sacred tales. When her companion spoke next, the words caused her to straighten, her blush returning with a vengence. "You know you taste different now." Sheshna had said with a wink. A few seconds after thinking about their meaning, Shikoba's face burned. 'Reign yourself in, cool your head,' she thought to herself in Tawna, cutting through her over-conscious thoughts. She knew she was becoming too... excited, and she was not quite sure why, though she suspected it was largely in part, due to the woman across from her. Before that very moment, Shikoba would have never imagined being attracted to another woman, however, it was a bit difficult to not be, all things considered. Sheshna, though visibly shorter then Shikoba herself, was all muscle and generous curves. Catching her line of thought, she attempted to calm herself, taking in a deep breath. It did not help that Sheshna traced the rim of the glass she had just received from the bartender, and was biting her lip. The overall effect was rather, subtly... erotic. Taking a quick sip of her drink, Shikoba lowered her gaze to the contents of her mug, wetting her suddenly parched throat, and instead, focused on Sheshna's reply to her question. Calmed slightly, Shikoba thought, 'Their own way of policing?', not realizing she spoke the words out loud as she did. The bit of wisdom the other woman gave her had her tossing the thought in her mind. "Perhaps the ones who have so much... though one would think the less fortunate have fewer things in their possession, which would make it all the more precious to them, therefor, the more they would try to protect it..." she murmured.

[Sheshna]

Sheshna had an odd way about these things. As a beautiful child of a gorgeous woman it could have even been hereditary... From either side of the family. Her parents would definitely have both given her a high five over the situation.

The tribal companion she had met did a dance of sorts. Blushing and not blushing or blushing even harder. Her breathing moved about like a wave between fast and slow. Even her posture changed a bit. It entertained her the same way a mouse being smacked around amused a cat. She loved being in control, plain and simple. Everything that just went on played around as thoughts to her.

Sheshna was definitely a bit of a HUNTER of love sometimes.

It was too business right away with Shikoba. As she spoke though the idea of her friend wearing less came back. She replied to prove she was still paying attention "Also true, but people tend to like their stuff less the harder you hit them for it." Sheshna after her little blurb had a little less focus.

She arose from her seat for just a second. The amount of time it took to change to the location of that seat. She was getting in closer, a person is harder to deny when you could practically grab what you want. Though Shikoba didn't seem the type who would reach for her she hoped she would.
She herself went red and she started fan herself to cool down, making no attempt to hide the reason.

She didn't even stop for air when she finished her glass. Leaning in she asked the Chaktawe "What exactly are the thoughts that keep making you red? We might need to cool you down you know. You and me both."

[Shikoba]

She supposed that Sheshna had a point. There were not many people who would hold onto something that if withheld, could get them beaten to death. She played with the idea that in life, there were those fool enough to give up a chance to live for the present, and did not think of regaining what was taken in the future. There were no second chances, no way to gain anything in death. 'Hah, that sounds like something Rinathwa would say...' she thought to herself. After finishing that line of thought, the Chaktawe too, became a bit less focused. It almost seemed as if Sheshna was manipulating her reactions, playing around as any feline does with it's prey before the kill, and Shikoba was the prey. The feeling discomforted her, causing her to tense slightly. She felt exposed, vulnerable even, which led her to lower her gaze for the few seconds it took the other woman to move closer. Shikoba felt the movement through her fingertips, and recalled that she had taken one of the gloves off. Lifting it from the table, she returned it to her right hand, once again muffling her sense of movement. It did little to help her. Glancing at Sheshna, Shikoba discovered that she too had gone red, and it surprised her. "I.. must be drunk," she mumbled weakly, her mind failing to think of a better line. She new that she was no where near drunk, but it didn't matter, for it seemed she was drunk on lust. Fighting temptation, she lifter her mug to take another drink, only to find that it was empty. Sighing, Shikoba leaned back, her head laid back, resting it where the walls met, so that her throat was exposed as she took a deep breath, trying to clear her head. As she did, her leg bumped against Sheshna's. Since she was so tense, it caused her to shiver. Straightening again, she noticed that the other woman had leaned in. Shikoba had been about to answer the first question, however, it was followed by a very... suggestive line. Swallowing hard, she met the other woman's gaze shyly and asked "I-I don't know... What do you... suggest..?"

[Sheshna]

Sheshna was a person with some weaknesses. Anything she found attractive would know. Though this was on rare occasions for the most part. She could hold her liquor, but not hold IT in her pants, metaphorically speaking.

Sheshna stood a bit quiet at the drunk comment for a second. Such a curious thing it was. The girl didn't taste drunk. In fact she had just seen a perfect example of what a drunk person tasted like. Sheshna did speak something funny after, after her new friend turned up an empty glass. "Well it's nice to see someone enjoying themselves." She said licking her lips.

The liquor was starting to get in the way of her senses. It's taste was too strong and she knew why the alcohol content was written in red ink. She had her mouth closed and gathered some res. It took a second but then she made some water to cleanse her pallet.

It was a bit odd, this place. Nearly everyone tasted like sweat. The air was still as well. So all these scents were slowly radiating toward her, moving at the speed of the people generating them. For moments when she was paying attention it was like seeing the whole room, things hidden away were oddly stale but there. Even picking up doses of some shlub hiding his mirage. It didn't matter to her though. She paid little mind, something practically delicious in more ways than one sat across from her.

A person radiating lust so strongly. The smell was unmistakable because she gave it off as well. She ran her arm up Shikoba's leg. Not too far but enough to signal intent. "Mhmmm, well I have a cure. Follow me..." she said rising from her seat.

[Shikoba]

Shikoba shivered at Sheshna's touch, for her skin had become almost as sensitive as her fingertips. The thin traces of sweat made it so that she felt, the almost non existent, currents in the air. Perhaps she only imagined them, but it was almost as if they caressed her arms, running along her skin to bring shivers and gooseflesh. The other woman's intent was clear, and a small part of her was frightened by it. She could not think completely straight, her arousal flooding her mind. Shikoba was frightened by her own response to the other woman's invitation, as her heart beat jumped within her chest. This was an area where she had little experience, if any at all. Hesitantly, she rose to follow her companion, her gaze trained on the flour to hide her condition, hoping no one noticed her flushed complexion. Shikoba made her way around the table, letting Sheshna take the lead. As she did, she felt the presence of her guardian, Rinathwa, as if her were there beside her, though there was nothing of him to be seen. 'What... do you think you are doing?' came is rich voice floating through her mind. It was quiet and low, reminding her of an animal on the verge of growling. 'Are you stupid? You have only just met this woman. You know nothing of her, yet you allow yourself to lower your defenses, to succumb to this person.' His tone expressed his anger at her actions, but worse, his disappointment in her. He continued, his blunt comments becoming harsher. 'I realize that you are lonely, but are you so deprived of company that you will lay with the first person who is willing? I did not think you a weak fool, nor a whore.' His comments hit her hard, as they were supposed to, and caused her to stumble slightly. To an outwards audience, it would appear to be a drunken movement, unaware as they were of the emotions raging through her. Shame battled lust, hurt slipping past to strike at her pride. 'You are being unjust,' she thought back. 'I am no... whore,' thinking the last with venom. As she stumbled, she bumped into the drunken patron Sheshna had pointed out earlier, drawing her to his attention. With terrible luck, he noticed the color that had risen beneath her tan, and reached a hand to touch her. Without any prior thought, her fist came up to strike the patron in the jaw, which didn't take much, for he sat while she stood, allowing for her fist to make a good connection. It seemed as though she had lost control of her muscles as her offender was sent backwards, head reeling. The victim of her punch flailed feebly, in an attempt to regain his balance as his chair failed to stay upright, the drink he held spilling everywhere. The man fell backwards into the two younger men behind him, the ones who she herself had noticed earlier. The two who's eyes danced with a feverish light, the ones who had seem eager for some excitement; a fight. It did not come as a surprise to her when they jumped to their feet, shouting in outrage, the trigger of a brawl. 'And weak I am not,' she thought back, barely sparing a glance at the commotion she had caused as she rushed pass Sheshna, grabbing her hand as she did. Shikoba headed towards the wall near the entrance, figuring it would be best to have one side covered so no enemies could sneak up behind her, and a chance to escape the violence that ensued. The terrible lighting was both a gift and a curse, for though it covered their progress, it also hid that of the other customers around them. Keeping a low stance, she dodged around people as they fought one another, fists and furniture flying in any and every direction. She winced as the back of a chair hit her abdomen, winding her, lights dancing in her vision, and released Sheshna's hand to clutch her side, rushing the few feet remaining to reach the wall, her companion forgotten for the moment. Once she reached it, she turned a table on it's side, facing it's surface to the brawl before her. The smell of sweat and the stale scent of beer was joined by the metallic scent of blood. 'Perhaps... but it does not change the fact you are a pathetic fool. Just look at what you have caused. Hear the cries of pain. How many do you think will perish in this tomb?' , his voice condescending and accusing. She raised her head above the edge of the table, the chaos she saw causing a sense of shock to wind her as hard as her physical injury. Screams of pain filled the room, the sound of smashing dishes crashing against her ears. She watched as men threw themselves at one another, women doing the same, even perhaps more viciously in some cases, than their counter parts. Others, like herself found relative reprieve from the brawl, and that was when she realized she was alone. "Petch!" she hissed, straining to find Sheshna in the chaos, ducking down when a knife flew towards her head.

[Sheshna]

All was well... or so she thought. The little things sort of stood out. There was the fidget, the stumble, the little things. A moment ago it was all fine. The girl had goosebumps and was very responsive.

She took her hand and even followed... For a second.

All it took was a single bump. Bump into a man drunk and he will want to bump back. They tried as well. All hell had broken loose. Her friend had even ran like hell at the madness that ensued. With good reason as well, being hit in the stomach and all.

This wasn't the first time she had been in the middle of a bar brawl. She pretty casually strolled through everything going on, lightly dodging a vase flying across the room. She made her way towards Shikoba when it happened. She was maybe ten feet from the girl. Another vase, not heavy not even painfully hit her head.

She quickly picked up a chair and hurled it in the direction she was just hit from. Blood dripping down her forehead. "Petching rats, don't DARE do it again or you're dinner!" She hollered hurling another chair full strength.

Finnally she was back with Shikoba "Hey hun... It's a bit to excited in here. When we can let's go to my place. It's calmer there. One sec..." She said eyeing a table. With such dexterity you'd never expect the bottles atop of it found their way into her bag.

Quickly the table was in her hands and tossed across the room with a bit of spin behind it. A loud scream could be heard by two people followed by comments on someone's eye and another person's leg.

[Shikoba]

Keeping as low as possible behind her little shelter from the chaos running amok around her, Shikoba searched for Sheshna through the brawling patrons and matrons alike. Despite being so near as about ten passes away, it was difficult to find the woman of mixed heritage. It was the Chaktawe's first time in a brawl, and she took no pleasure in it as some might. She found her target, just as the chair flew across the room in retaliation to the vase. 'I wish I were that strong...' she though absently, eyes widening at the sight of the blood dripping down the forehead of her companion, mingling with the woman's equally red hair. Recalling where they were, she avoided a few items thrown blindly in her direction, and replied, "If we manage to survive this, then I would be glad to," a wry smile playing across her face. She noticed that there were a few items missing from the nearby table, before it made it's last journey, ending with two loud screams on the other side of the room. Shikoba winced in sympathy, and prayed that was not the way she would end her days. 'It will be if you do not have any sense to get out now,' she thought to herself, followed by the idea that it was something Rinathwa might say. Darting out quickly, Shikoba scanned the floor, and was rewarded with a discarded, linen robe. With a quick, cursory glance, she found no apparent harmful qualities. Drawing Sheshna with her, she made her way back to her makeshift fort, careful to avoid flailing limbs and the objects hurled through the air by the other occupants of the tavern. She was lucky in that she would only feel the bruises she received later, when there was more time for thought. Once Shikoba and Sheshna were tucked between table, she took out one of her daggers, making a few small tears, and proceeded to shred the cloth into strips. Though she made hasty and clumsy work of it, she staunched the blood with a few of the strips, before using the rest to rap around the other woman's head, a sort of makeshift bandage that would hold until Sheshna could either do it herself, or find someone who could do better. "There, that should do for now," she said sighing. Though it was something, she was not confident it would actually work, and hoped that they would be able to, somehow, get out of the tavern as soon as possible. "So... any ideas on how we'll get out?" she asked as casually as she could, given their situation.

[Sheshna]

She stopped and sat. They had cover and it would seem that she wasn't worried about much. Already she was a bit too calm. She only took a second but a plan occurred to her.

It came together simply but very well vicious. "One moment, I need some inspiration." Sheshna said with a kiss, stealing it from her friend. "And perfect." Quickly a hand gesture that screamed follow me came. A broken, sharpened mop was handed to her friend, she wanted to launch assault "If it stands too close, hit it as hard as possible, or shiv it." A broom then found it's way to her hand.

"The first step outside and on our way is that way. Just keep moving forward."

With another gesture she began moving forward and swung at the people pre-occupied with fighting each other. Waiting for them to fall. Her speed was kept at a minimum so that Shikoba could follow.

"Elbow as needed." She said with a bit of cheer.