Seeing the Sights

by **Garret Sawyer** on January 22nd, 2014, 5:51 pm

"What accent?" He asked truthfully, looking back at the Kelvic queerly, shifting uncomfortably as he felt those swirling molten gold eyes bared down on him. In all honesty he never noticed the accent, it was something that he just slipped into when he shed blood though it never lasted long, a psychologists could probably hazard a thousand guesses as to why he did but for Garret it didn't matter. A sudden roar of excitement erupted from the crowd, drowned out by the cry of dismay as the tattooed fighter dealt a vicious uppercut as his opponent fell back uselessly against the cage, his pale fingers wrapping weakly around the mesh as the his opponent readied his concluding blow.

"I've seen thirty nine Winters, not that it is any of your business" He replied curtly "While in this shithole reaching your thirtieth may be rare, where I come from we live a little longer" He explained, pausing to look back at ring, his curious piqued as the crowd sucked in a sharp intake of breath, leaving silence hanging in the air like bad smell. Garret couldn't almost believe his eyes; the tattooed fighter was slumped against the cage, his face paled and his eyes rolled back as consciousness slipped from his grasp. "What the Hai?" Garret muttered as most of the crowd leapt up from the crowd, minus a few disparaged punters who had been convinced their fighter had it in the bag.

"That was bloody fantastic, don't tell me you missed it?" Cackled the beer-bellied old man next to Serta as he gave her a toothy grin, even laying a cheeky hand on her thigh, squeezing it in excitement "You missed quite the fight then pet" He declared, speaking more to Serta than to Garret now "Never seen anything like it, the other bloke managed to dodge his blow and smashed his face into the cage! I've just won a load of money, how much do you cost to warm my bed love?"
Now Garret normally wouldn't have cared, but he sure wasn't being emasculated for a second time to cut in before she could reply, or dig that sharp little thing of hers into his balls "Get lost mate, she's with me. So unless you want your cock stuffed down your own throat I suggest you get lost." He threatened.
"You and her?" He asked incredulously "You and her?" He repeated as Garret nodded, still not bothering to take his grimy hand of her leg "Bit old for her aren't you" He stated, completely missing that fact that he looked several years older than Garret.
"Oh get lost already" He snapped as the fat man scampered off, muttering something about collecting his winnings anyway.

Garret turned back to Serta "Make one joke and I'll make you fight in that ring next" He said sternly "How old are you then? Since we are playing this little game, and where did you come from? You failed to mention it in the woods"

by **Serta** on January 24th, 2014, 12:28 pm

Serta lifted a brow in surprise at Garret. His voice was normal once again but she had defiantly noticed a change earlier in the alley. She frowned in confusion at him, for a moment wondering if he was trying to play a trick on her. No... She thought to herself, He looks just as confused as I am! She let the subject drop for now and turned back to the fight, eager to keep track of the action.

Serta's mouth opened in surprise at the unlikely outcome. She glanced from one fighter to the other in an attempt to figure out what exactly had happened. Not for the first time since they had arrived she was glad that she had decided not to wager any money, at least not for this visit. She jumped as the man next to her grabbed at her thigh and pulled a face of disgust as she leaned as far away from him as she could. She wished she had something to block her nose with as his breath poured into her face, so strong and sour it almost made her head spin. Her eyes widened in anger as the fat oaf wondered after her "services". Her hand closed into a fist and she was wondering if she could get away with punching the slug in the face before Garret intervened.

"Bit old for her aren't you." Despite herself Serta had to bit back a smirk at that, not wanting the man to take it as a form of encouragement. As he stumbled away at Garrets words she moved back around so that she faced him, finally letting the smirk twist her lips upward and laughing quietly at his annoyed look.

The amusement faded from her face when he asked of her own age. She looked away, remembering why she didn't like talking about her age to those who didn't already understand how Kelvics worked. "In Kelvic years I'd be nearing... my 21st Spring I suppose..." She trailed off and looked away. "But in your years only three." She muttered, hoping he'd not notice or heard.

"I travelled here from the Falyndar region. My mother and I lived close to Taloba with her bond, a Myrian woman. She taught me to fight and speak her language. Mother taught he to hunt." She replied, straightening her shoulders and her eyes growing fierce as she remembered the two women. They had both done their part to shape her personality and it had been hard for her to leave them. She propped her feet up onto the back of the empty chair in front of her and glanced at Garret. "They certainly aren't women you'd want to cross." She assured him, smiling.

by **Garret Sawyer** on January 25th, 2014, 10:22 am

"Pathetic..." He muttered to himself as the bloke waddled off, he couldn't stand their type, all talk but very little action in them Garret knew what woman were there for as far as a man was concerned but you had to have the strength to claim it. He twiddled his thumbs as she rambled on, wondering how much longer he would have to babysit this woman. "Hopefully one of those arseholes will get here soon enough and cart her away" He thought, wondering what was taken them so bloody long.

If he had heard the woman reveal her age his face didn't show it, though inside he was asking himself a plethora of questions like "What kind of dark sorcery is this?", "How is that even possible?" and "How can a three-year old look like that?" His final question causing him to shift comfortably in his seat, trying to discard any of his more unsavoury thoughts that had hung around at the back of his head. A scantily clad waitress still wandered through the bare stands, serving those who had lost most their gold, offering the comfort with a flirty smile and a full tankard.

"Two tankards love" Garret said handing her a few silvers, as she handed him a pair of silver tankards as fake as her smile "Cheers" He muttered as he waved her away, and rammed the over tankard into Serta's hands. "Myrians..." He muttered "That means it's time to drink." Like everything Garret hated, he seldom had experience of it, in truth he had barely stepped out of the Sylira region but that didn't mean he didn't subscribe to the thought that they were a bunch of backwards cannibals, who would sooner eat your heart out than talk.

"Bunch of savages" He said missing the irony entirely as he took a long swig from his tankard "Now I see where you get it from. Still Falyndar, that's a world away, must have been a long journey. How did you even get here alive? And more importantly why did you leave? " Garret knew he shouldn't be asking this many questions, chance were that after she had found a place to stay he probably would never see her again amongst the chaos of Sunberth but something made him want to ask. Garret knew about leaving home all to well, and perhaps it was something they had in common even if the Kelvic would never know it.

by **Serta** on January 27th, 2014, 10:55 am

"Something tells me you aren't too good at making friends." She grunted at him at the savages comment, turning the tankard in her hands absently. I suppose I have to agree somewhat. She thought to herself, a sly smile curling her lips. Myrians aren't exactly the most welcoming sort after all. She eyed the waitress as she sashayed off and began wondering, not for the first time, how on earth she was to get a job, and doing what more importantly. She blatantly refused to put her body on show for the enjoyment of others like so many women, so that ruled out a good portion of the possibilities.

She hummed thoughtfully at his questions and leaned back in her chair, taking a sip of her drink and barely supressing a cringe. "It was a very long journey." She acknowledged with a one shouldered shrug. "Once I got to Riverfall I travelled with some merchants to Zeltiva and from there I made my way here. It's a far shorter trip when you're on four paws though so it didn't cause me too much trouble. The merchants were very kind, I almost stayed with them instead." She continued, smiling fondly at the memory of them offering her a place in the family. "I left for a few reasons actually. For a start the Mryrian culture didn't suit me." She paused, mentally skipping the majority of the other details that had pushed her to leave. She didn't want the man knowing too much. "But mainly I left to search for a bond mate. From what I know of Sunberth it should be an easier place for me to fit into; No rules, survival of the fittest, all that. I figured that if I came here I might find a bond with someone who shares those values." She finished, turning to look at Garret. "What is it that brought you to Sunberth?"

by **Garret Sawyer** on January 31st, 2014, 6:27 pm

"For the smell of piss and the sight of vomit every morning, why d'ya think girl? Blood and gold, that's all this shithole is good for" He replied sharply. The girl had managed to hit the nail of the end when he said he wasn't good at making friends but she was hardly providing him with riveting conversation and witty banter on her end. "You should 'ave never come girl, it ain't survival of the fittest, nah not by a long shot." He explained, craning his head over the stands, looking expectantly at the entrance to the casino "You're not wrong, the strong he climb on the weak like they should, but luck plays a bigger role that anything in this place. "

"No matter what dreams, hopes or even expectations you had when you came here..." He continued, his speech somewhat quiet and wistful, only interrupted when to wet his cracked lips with ale "They're dead now, if you're lucky you'll end up wandering this casino half naked while men leer at you like a piece of meat, or end up shagging them for silvers in some whorehouse. Chances are though..." He finished darkly "I'll end up stepping over your abused, stabbed corpse one morning"

Finally Garret snapped after these questions, he always found social niceties a burden and couldn't be arsed to put up with it any longer. "Well, my job is done." He declared as he massaged his forehead with a heavy hand to ease a heavier mine, he looked visibly drained from the conversation; his eyes remained bloodshot from the drink and dark bags hung under his eyes "Since you took care of the whelp, I'll wavier the fee, doubt it'll do you much good. Just one more reason to get killed for in this city. Now do me a favour and piss off" He said bitterly, no longer bothering to humour the girl with his fake sincerity since she would no longer be paying him "Let's hope we don't meet again." He declared.

by **Serta** on March 9th, 2014, 10:43 am

Serta barely supressed the urge to roll her eyes at him. Speaking to the man was like trying to pat a wild dog, you got bitten if you got too close. As he continued she started to tune him out, setting aside her tankard and stretching her arms over her head as she noticed a familiar man waiting towards the front of the casino. "That's nice." She grunted at him, only having heard half of what he had said, though what she had heard was enough to make her stomach tighten with irritated anger.

"I'm off then." Serta replied, forcing her features into a look of indifference as she stood abruptly. "See you 'round Sunshine, hopefully in a good mood next time, hm?" She winked at him smugly, tacking in the nickname purely to spite him and completely ignoring his wish to not meet again. Without another word Serta turned on her heel and left before the mercenary could come up with any more biting responses.