Closed You Smell Nice, Can I Keep You? (Maduro Salvitary)

[Michaela Abendroth]

Timestamp: 16th of Spring 513 AV

It was night time and Michaela was out doing her usual rounds. Maybe she would find a unimportant homeless person, or unimportant drunkard who is spending his last monies on the drink before he dies. Michaela for some reason tonight, Michaela was craving a human. Maybe not for blood, maybe for blood she wasn’t really sure, but all she knew was her mind just kept saying, Human Human must have a human. Maybe it had been many years since she had had a slave, but that doesn’t always have to be human it could be any race really, but as she said earlier, Michaela was trying to convince her mind otherwise, she didn’t need a human, she didn’t need anything really. If she was really that hungry for blood she could just go out to the forest and hunt an animal and get into way less trouble, but as usual her instincts got the best of her and she was looking for a human that she could steal. It probably wouldn’t be hard.

Michaela started to look behind the bars and human, flying quietly in the night air, out of reach and out of vision. There was a bar/tavern that she really liked to be in or to lurk behind and that was the Pig’s Foot Tavern. Michaela has been in there quite a few times and she has dealt with drunkards inside and out of it. She wasn’t sure what she was exactly looking for a human for, but she knew when they got drunk a lot of them would come out the back way into the alleyway, or if they would get kicked out, they would kick them out through the back. Michaela perched herself out of sight and sat quietly on the top of the Pig’s Foot roof as she watched intently as people and multiple races came out of the Tavern’s back door but she still hadn’t seen one that she was intently interested in.

Michaela was about to give up and go home and just ignore those cravings, until she seen a nice, handsome looking man come out the back door. Surprisingly he wasn’t accompanied by anyone and he wasn’t getting kicked out. So why was he coming out the back door instead of going out the front? Michaela wondered to herself. Michaela was really good at sensing how people were and if they would be dangerous to her or not. He seemed to have a pretty positive aura, he didn’t seem to be the one who would kill her on the spot or kill anyone on the spot for that matter, and somehow that surprised her. When the man turned around to look where he was going, she seen that he had very nice ice blue eyes. They were staring right at her, but she knew that she could not be seen, so she could look at them all that she wanted. Michaela smelled this aroma that she had never smelled before. Was that the man that she could smell? She wondered to herself.

[Maduro Salvitary]

Maduro found himself sneaking out into the back alley. He couldn't help it really if his fellow sunberthians lacked sufficient skill in the art of seduction.

It was getting intense a mishap or miscalculation on his part, he came in and found himself talking to one woman. The conversation was over heard and attracted more people, his wit and charm might have made the ladies smile and giggle but he saw the visage behind the shades that lurked around the walls of the room. A lot of men did not look pleased, arms wrapped around there chests. It was trouble, and while he doubted he would be attacked amidst a small group of women he did not put it passed the ruffian peasants.

There would always be haters in the world, those jealous of his almost divine gift of getting away with the damsel and diving into the well charted waters of lust and carnal pleasure. But there was also a level of suffocation involved with women, they had a way of wanting what they wanted when they wanted it. If you did not deliver the outcome was always not sometimes or maybe but always unpleasant. Beware the subtle phrase Its Ok, Im Fine... Maduro Salvitary, saw many a man savagely eaten alive by the utterance of that sentence what danger lurk beneath its context and connotations. Only the blind or ignorant were foolish to step into that death trap.

But not he.
Maduro Salvitary!

He scanned the area, but he could not see the Zith woman. And that made it a certainty that he had no idea, not even the slightest clue that he was being stalked and evaluated. But if he did, he would have given himself at least a 10.

It was a normal night, albeit he was more fortunate then he had bargained for so perhaps In a way it was an unlucky night for him.

From out his breast pocket he freed his canteen, took a small swig. After all Maduro thirsted for many things, but water ehhhhh not so much. The way he knocked it back, the wince he made like he swallowed fire, and that ahhhh noise he made. Would easily distinguish that what was in his canteena was anything BUT water.
Rum, Brandy, Whisky you never knew what he had in there but it must have been dandy because the features of his face that sank into something mellow and laid back that said just swell.

The man was clearly buzzed, maybe even drunk but he still carried it well.

He would be the ideal target for Michaela

[Michaela Abendroth]

I could smell him very well now, and I could tell by the way that he was walking that he was not drinking just water and the look on his face ... Wonder what he is drinking. Drinking was not a big thing for Michaela but she would drink if it was needed. When she was being social or for other things.

I must have that human. Michaela still wasn't sure why but the longer she watched him, the more that she wanted him. She didn't want him for eating and she surely didn't want him to kill him. She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted him for, but in her mind she knew she had to have him. Her instincts were going mad, her mind and body were telling her that she had to have him. Was it that smell? She wasn't sure, but she knew that it just wasn't the smell of him that made her want him because she wanted him as soon as he walked out the back door of the Bar, she wanted him before she smelled that smell. That smell that had her wanting him even more.

Michaela decided that she would fly up in the air and she would follow him. She would make sure that she followed him where there was no lights so that no shadows would be made. She would hide and watch from rooftops if need be so no other race or human would see her. She wasn't going to confront him yet, as she knows that it could be dangerous, not just for her, no she wasn't worried about it being dangerous for her, she was worried on if it would be dangerous for him, as she has never had this drive for a human before and she wasn't sure which part of her mind / instinct was driving her to want him.

[Maduro Salvitary]

Woe to Maduro, his greatest weapons had made him a target to a creature of the night.

He proceeded down the dark alley, he didn't want to go back into the bar and deal the with the problems he had created. A lady wrapped around him would have been pleasant, unfortunately he did not like the idea of fighting to the death for a one night stand. Such was not his ways, after all with him leaving he could return another day for those that yearned for him, or they even could bump into eachother.

Just one thing

....

Damn it, what was there names again ?

He was still unaware that he was being followed, this Zith flew above him far from his line of sight. It would seem that his scent is what was messing with her. It was one of those things that seducers like to use, but his was special. It was made from aphrodisiacs, and these potent herbs were blended with seductive fragrances to create an alluring floral musk with notes of stimulating spice. It was an exotic cologne that was tailored specifically to help enhance his less then savory affairs.

He carried no sword, his weapons were passion and lust and he used could wield them just as well.

Micheala would realize after watching him twist and wind around, that she was going to have to make a choice and stop him. He was in a darker area now, but with her advantage of flight she would see that he was walking towards another corridor that would spit him back out into the street.

It was time to make a decision.

Did she want to lose this human, this one of a kind magic man.

Or would she watch what she wanted just slip through her fingers ?

The pressure was on, if Maduro had known, he would have been smiling like a sly dog. But he was blissfully unaware, one might even say the idea of being stalked was over his head. He was sort of walking haphazardly trying not to provoke the walls to beat him up by stumbling into them in the darkness.

[Michaela Abendroth]

Michaela could see that her prize was soon going to be out in the open with a bunch of other people. So Michaela decided that she was going to do something now. Michaela then silently landed behind him and wrapped her wings around her so that it is looked like she was wearing a cloak around her. Michaela then tapped him on the shoulder lightly... not sure where this was going to go because her senses were driving her crazy.

"Hi my name is Michaela, how is your night going?" She asked him with a smile.

She then awaited his response and kept looking around them to make sure that no one was coming. She didn't want to get into trouble for interacting with a human or think that she was trying to hurt a drunken man even though that wasn't the case at all. She wanted to know why her body was acting like this. Why she must have this human. All she knew was that she didn't want to eat him, but she wasn't sure what she wanted.

[Maduro Salvitary]

The awkward man of the night fumbled around in the darkness until there cam a rapping on his shoulder.

The very touch of the Zith woman suddenly jump and trip over himself and crashing into the dirt, he had been startled and the most the boy wonder could do about it was tumble down like a sack of potatoes. It wasn't the saber rattling response one might expect from a man of his caliber.

However it should be noted on the books, that even though he fell.

He Fell With Style !

Im sorry, I had no Idea that was your Mothe......

........

He cut himself off abruptly, as he turned around to see who it was that lightly patted him.

Now this process took a few awkward minutes as he realized he was not being assailed, we were talking long silent moments that seemed to drag on forever and ever. Until he finally smiled back, it was warm and friendly and completely unthreatening, inviting even. The kind of smile that makes others want to smile back.

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Michelle was it?

I am Maduro Salvitary.

My night you ask? It was going alright, but it seems to have gotten a lot better. Tell me ... ... ... ... Mi, Mich, Melanie yes there it is !

How has your evening been going?

What brings you out to Sunberth after hours? You know, its not safe out here. Ive run into dangers like you would never believe, like this one guy he was wearing his pants so far down I swear they were being held up by his knees. Do not stare into the void child, yes beware the darkness. \

Luckily, I escaped, horrified perhaps even scarred for life, but I Maduro Salvitary am a survivor.

Perhaps we should travel together, to keep eachother safe?

He couldn't exactly get a good look at her in the darkness, but she seemed friendly enough.

Of course he was a bit tipsy and there was a small gap in his ability to remember things, though actually names he was horrible with. She might have to reinforce her name with him, so that he may remember to get it right.

[Michaela Abendroth]

“Nice to meet you Maduro Salvitary!”
Michaela said with a smile, I hope that he isn’t afraid of me and that his braveness isn’t just because he clearly is drunk.
“Where do you live? I will gladly help you home and I can wait until you sober up some so we can talk. I have some questions to ask you, and in hoping that you will be able to help me. Or we can walk around until you are sober enough to have a good enough conversation with and you will remember my name!”

Michaela said and awaited for his response.
Oh that man smelled so good and the closer that she got to him the more that she wanted him, that she somehow felt like she needed him. This feeling was new to her and she wasn’t sure what this feelings.
Michaela would help this man home, or walk with him while he talked, but she knew that he would have to be sober before they could have a more serious, in-depth conversation.

[Maduro Salvitary]

In-Depth Was Maduros Specialty.

The choice was clear for him, though she could have provided limitless options. The best choice was and will be to always travel to the home-stead. Do not be fooled or fool yourself with a false sense of bravado, a trip home alone is an evening wasted. Any trip to a place in private with a woman was like finding buried treasure.

Yes, yes lets make our way back to my home.
I should tell you that I am living in an inn my room is just above the tavern, towards that way.

He pointed outward towards there destination.

Now Maduro had a few things not going for him right now, first he was intoxicated his vision a little hazier then usual. And second he was in a dark alley, unlike the Zith he was just a mere human with no night vision. He could make out her silouhette, her feminine form but he could not actually see her that well. He had no clue she was a Zith, but then he didn't know much about them either. So there was no telling how he would react to her. This veil of darkness blended with the dark of her fur, she was a shadow to him and her facial expressions were hidden.

Of course when it was time to travel he would begin asking a few questions, as he tried to solve this mystery.

So you said you had some questions? How may I be of service m'lady?

[Michaela Abendroth]

"I would rather not talk about it out here in the open, but you can ask me whatever questions you would like besides that one."
Michaela said to him with a smile.

Michaela looked to where the man was pointing and seen the tavern that he was talking about. Michaela looked around herself and then kept walking with the human, no one would dare try to harm him no matter how drunk they could see that he was, because she was a Zith and everyone was afraid of Zith ... The worse possible thing is that they would think that he was her slave and she was okay with that as long as it got them back to his place safely.

Michaela kept walking with the man and helping him around corner and to stay in a straight walk. Michaela then looked to the man,
"how do you make it back on nights like this? When you are this drunk? Do people not try to rob you?"

[Maduro Salvitary]

So things seemed to change as they began walking, he was able to get a better view of the woman. She was different then what he had expected, and by different completely foreign. He wasn't exactly scared of her, as much as he was intimidated but then he would not let that show on his features. But as light began to dance around her form he was beginning to see things for what they were.

It was one of those moments that tended to make people sober up, he was still trying to feel this situation out.

But as they walked he was able to get close to her, as Micheala kept him from tumbling over and helping him make those pesky turns. He was diving into his Auristics ability, the djed consumption for this technique was minor at best. And he had plenty of time to draw into this essence or state of being, his focus of course was the Zith. He wanted to see who she was and what she wanted, and though his abilities with Auristics was very low he felt a partial answer was better then nothing at all. What little information provided however vague it was, had proven itself time and time again to be invaluable. It was almost like mind reading but on another level, it let him examine her aura.

From what he could sense there wasn't anything that indicated hostility, it was vague but there was a powerful urge or desire that was flooding the creatures aura in that this sense of want, maybe a need was overwhelming. There was certainly a lot more to this then he could grasp, but his ineptitude left him with nothing but more questions as he could not peel away the layers and really savor the whole story.

Satisfied he would drop out of it, and allow his senses synchronize back into a normal perception of the world.

So was this a want, need, desire, must have? Of Maduro Salvitary?

She was a Zith, but then again a beautiful woman was a beautiful woman.

Not really, its easy for a guy like me to get by. You just need to understand the flow of things, whats to fear if everybody is your friend?

Intimidation will only get you so far in life, in fact in most cases it can cut your life short

Maduro was a strange character, someone might try and rob him but he could bend twist and warp the mind of a would be assailant into a buddy that was buying him ales at the bar. Such was the power of Hypnotism, to redirect and change the drive of another.

By now they would have made it to the Inn, he felt a little more tired then usual but he was a night owl anyway so he didn't worry much about it.

He was smooth and took things with a certain stride as he climbed the stairs, towards his room.

The room itself was pretty small a bed, a chair, a bureau and a small desk with a lantern.

Whelp this is home, at least for now.
Not nearly as glorious as my old home, it might not be a mansion but it is still good for me.