The Drunken Squirrel Tavern

[Kayota]

Severin snorted. "I repeat, what - f***ing - ever," he snapped.

[ebonyviper]

John nodded in thanks to Emerald as she brought them their drinks: two raslaks for him and Aeryn and a frellip juice for Kree. He frowned at the foul language that Severin was using and he would've told him watch his language, but Kree beat him to it.

Kree stood up from the table, spreading her triple gossamer wings dangerously as they shook and sparked with charged power. She fired a blast at Severin.

"Don't ever anger a Faerian," John observed Kree's reaction, "and this is her on one of her good days."

[Razor Azura]

((wanna join....be prepared mwahahah*cough, hack*.....scuse me--you can choose your reaction to my character.))

As the rest of the people in the tavern continued their merry and not so merry actions, the door whipped open and a dark looking creature came into the tavern, door shutting eirily behind it.

The creature was spider-like, it's eight sharp legs moving in a strange ripple as it made it's way into the bar, instead of a spider head, it's middle sector immediately went up into another segment of body that might have been described as human if it wasn't black and covered with the same little hairs as the rest of the body. A deep dark red hood covered the head and most of the upper body while resting lazily about the rest and four arms with gaunlets on two of them protruded from underneath it, the bottom left with a glove and the top right clutching a staff that seemed to help it walk as one of it's legs with injured.

This creatures name was Faehiriins (fire-eens), he's a prominant member of the Chistlan Tribe and the tribes Shaman as well as a wizard immersed in dark magic.

His persona and attitude to others in general, here is his philosophy in a nutshell:

Everybody is a suspect, nobody is a friend, if your lucky, your an ally.

((yep...k, just wanted to introduce him somewhere, btw, he's a very old and very talented...creature, near the age of the devil himself, yeah, he's old. Not all-powerful, just experienced and has some great senses.......................................MUST DRAW HIM FOR YOU!))

[Reiji Neko Mitsukai]

(Inital reaction: EWEWEWEWEWEwewewewewew...! *hates spiders*)

The drunk at a table did a double take, her eyes growing huge.

[Razor Azura]

((xD they frighten me to no end, yet I love getting close...watching them and drawing them......AH! I wish them all weren't so frightening))

Faehiriins ignored the stare from the drunk and other's he was probably gaining, he was used to this reaction and it never fazed him one bit. Slinking his way over to the bartender, he spoke to (whoever) was there.

"Quart of brandy." he said, voice rolling out like silk-lace....but all the same, adding to his erie presence.

[Reiji Neko Mitsukai]

Emerald blinked, a bit stunned. They hadn't had a customer quite like him yet...

Doubting he'd have an I.D. (other than perhaps the dried-out husks of his enemies/meals)- or the need for one- she served up his order and gave it to him.

Meanwhile, the earilier drunk had fallen out of her chair, scurried along the floor, and was hiding under a table in the corner furthest from the newcomer.

[Razor Azura]

Faehiriins, actually quite surprised she hadn't asked him for an ID, took the drink and nodded, his way of approval and thanks you could say.

He backed off and slunk over to a table in a dark corner, being careful to stray away from the frightened drunk, he didn't want to have any hassle with anyone or an uproar at that. So he stayed well away, as well as he could, from those in the bar.

[Reiji Neko Mitsukai]

Emerald went back behind the bar, going back to cleaning glasses. Things seemed to have calmed down a bit- the previous drunk had returned to a seat, reordering her drink and sneaking a glance at the unusual newcomer- usually quickly followed by a nervous twitch.

[Razor Azura]

Faehiriins took a swig of his drink before realizing the drunk was sneaking a peak, he flashed a toothy grin and continued drinking.

Which is amazing...because he didn't often smile. But he decided to do it...just to give himself some entertainment.

[Reiji Neko Mitsukai]

She blinked. In her inhiberated state, she couldn't tell if it was a friendly smile or an 'I'm gonna eat you' smile.

[Razor Azura]

After a moment he looked over to her, "If you are so worried, I hope to help calm you by saying I don't eat things with fur, gets rather annoying to have bits of fur sucking up my saliva like a dry sponge."

Faehiriins spoke with the same erie, silky voice. He peered at the small creature, his golden yellow eyes (which were pupiless I might add) narrowing in a studying way. The poor drunk creature looked rather pitiful to him, and he wasn't even sure if it would understand what he was saying.

[Reiji Neko Mitsukai]

She blinked again. She could understand him- more or less- and wasn't quite sure how to respond. Her mouth opened, then closed. Then finally:

"... Then what do you eat?"

[Razor Azura]

He smirked, "Oh, you know, all sorts of things, personally I prefer to drink the blood of my victims, but why let a good meal go to waste. Fish, insects, elves....you name it, just about anything that doesn't have fir....on the other hand, humans are far too chewy for my taste..."

He sipped a little more from his glass.

((adding))

Meanwhile, near the center of the tavern, a girl, who looked to be in her early twenties to early adult (18 or 19....20) was sipping a cool glass of water. She had a large sack that she had slung on the back of the chair and looked as if she'd been traveling for awhile.

((this is leah...case your curious))

[Reiji Neko Mitsukai]

The drunk began to pet her own tail for reassurance. She then peered curiously at his drink.

"Whatcha drinkin'?"

[Razor Azura]

"Brandy my dear." He said, holding the heavy cup with the tips of his long clawed fingers and swirling it a bit, "Don't have them very often, but it has been a rather long week."