Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 22, 2012 14:32:11 GMT -5
Thomas cursed his luck. Of all the nights his wife had to turn him out, she had to do it right in the middle of a damn storm. He grumbled to himself as he huddled closer to his fire, muttering curses which were interrupted by him taking the occasional swig of some watered down liquor that tasted of rat piss and smelled like it too. Thom rubbed two grimy hands together in an attempt to warm himself and his ears perked up from a strange sound.
With a muffled flap of black feathered wings, the shaded figure dropped into an alley, startling the booze soaked beggar who huddled within a cardboard box and next to the burning pile of garbage. The night was dark and the moon full, not a star to be seen from behind the clouds and the moon itself was barely visible. The man reached up to brush one snowy lock of hair from his face, grimacing from both cold and the smell of burning garbage. Thom was given only a brief glance before being dismissed as unimportant as he gawked at the winged man who stood in the middle of a snowstorm wearing only beaten black jeans, scuffed combat boots, and a black t. As the man folded his wings to himself and walked from the alley, the homeless man curled into a ball as close to the flames as he dared get, firmly refusing to believe what he had just seen. Wasn't the first time Thom had had to ignore some crazy shit that had happened in his alley. Chicago could be a dangerous place for the overly curious.
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Tyr yawned and glanced around briefly to make sure no one was following him. Force of habit. Satisfied, he took one last deep breath of the chill night air and pushed into the bar who's dim neon sign was missing at least three letters. Immediately he was confronted with a haze of smoke that was stifling, even to him, and the reek of vomit. The dingy little place as awfully crowded, as one could expect from a warm place that was known to traffic in cheap drugs, cheaper beer, and desperate folk.
With a confident swagger, Tyr weaved through the crowd, fending off the advances of one woman who kept scratching her arm and telling him she'd do anything, anything, if hed loan her a few bucks. Rolling his eyes at her emphasis on the word anything, Tyr finally made it to and leaned against the bar, waving over a woman who appeared to be in her mid fifties and was equipped with a brow he was sure would have made a cro magnon proud. Looking at him with dull cow eyes, she spoke in a husky voice "Pick your poison."
Last Edit: Dec 23, 2012 3:32:23 GMT -5 by Solemn Creed
Post by Tayva Aschaund on Dec 23, 2012 15:42:31 GMT -5
The idea of being in the wrong place at the wrong time seemed to be a common excuse for most, and for Tayva it was no exception. She had decided to come down from the mountains to try and socialize with the normal humans, still waiting upon Craig to make the call that he either needed her to repay the favour, or to tell her that he'd made some progress with his experiment. Despite the fact that it had only been a week or so since their meeting, it felt like forever for the Draconian.
She had wanted to try and visit a more social scene within the city, and so had made the effort to travel through one cold night, Talos following not too far behind in his human disguise. He had insisted upon coming, despite the fact that he had a tendency to make humans feel uneasy. Despite his seemingly normal appearance, there was a look in his eyes that tended to startle some. And Tayva didn't want to scare away any potential friends.
Finally they found a bar that was still open, slipping inside as the entrance was found. The girl was rather startled by the almost sleazy interior, but she had told herself she needed to try a bar at least once, so she wasn't aware that all bars were not like this. Making her way to the front, she sat down on a stool, her Dragon companion taking a seat a few stools away, as to keep a watchful eye over his companion.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 23, 2012 16:01:13 GMT -5
Tyr calmly noted the new arrival with some mild interest. She seemed to be being followed, perhaps she was in a danger of sorts, Tyr mused to himself. Perhaps she needed rescuing. But no, the woman seemed well aware of the man following her. Perhaps he was some jealous husband or overprotective brother. She did look awfully young. Maybe he was her father. No, that wouldn't quite make sense either. The man watched her like a hawk watches prey, or more accurately, like a wolf watches his mate, prepared to fight off any challengers.
These thoughts brought a small smile to Tyr's face. He was awfully bored and it was cold outside. Surrounded by people, these two seemed to stand out the most to him. Interesting. "Two beers." Tyr told woman behind the bar, the look on his face telling her he expected them immediately and with little attitude. She responded quickly, grabbing him two and with them he left, leaving her a twenty, as he made his way over to the girl.
With a pleasant smile, Tyr settled down next to her, "Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?" he asked her smoothly, offering her a beer with the pickup line, watching the man from the corner of his eye, but keeping his main attention focused on the girl.
Post by Tayva Aschaund on Dec 23, 2012 16:03:42 GMT -5
The sudden voice of the stranger caught her attention, turning her head slightly to look over at him. Her eyes were a mix of fatigue and boredom, and his attempt at an easy pickup line seemed to fall flat. Tayva wasn't really all that impressed with the man's attempt to woo her, but he was likely the better option compared to the others that inhabited the small cramped bar.
"Nothing." she replied, looking at the beer he offered her. She nodded in thanks as she took it cautiously, examining the contents with one eye. Rarely had she ever drank, and so she did not enjoy the taste of most forms of alcohol. She didn't wish to be rude however, and so she carefully took a small sip of the beverage, wincing slightly at the bitterness.
It was obvious that she hadn't been in the presence of civilization for a few days, her clothing looking rather dirty, and her long messy hair tied behind her ears in a ponytail. She almost looked as if she was bored with the place already, though that wasn't necessarily the case.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 23, 2012 16:14:19 GMT -5
Tyr rolled his eyes slightly as she seemed to examine the contents of the beer, as if he planned to roofie her or something. He suppressed a small laugh, covering it up with a cough as he brushed bits of snow from his shoulder and took a swig from his own beer, still keeping an eye on the man who had been following this girl.
The girl seemed poorly dressed, but was absent the look of desperation one found on the faces of most hookers or smack heads. So the man following her most likely was not her pimp or a dealer come collect. No matter, their relationship would soon reveal itself to him.
"Oh, me?" Tyr asked innocently, leaning forward to add in a husky voice "Baby, Im whatever you want me to be." Licking his lips and half closing his eyes as he looked into hers. Perhaps this would draw a reaction from her brooding friends. Perhaps not. Tyr was willing to take things as far as he had to to satisfy his curiosity.
It was a cold night, the bar was a dive, none of the women looked worth a damn, and Tyr had gotten snow in his boots. His socks were wet and his feet uncomfortable. Damn.
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Post by Tayva Aschaund on Dec 23, 2012 16:21:49 GMT -5
The girl's expression quickly changed to a startled one as the strange man leaned closer, causing her to lean backward in the opposite direction. She wasn't sure why this man was coming onto her, but it was clear that she was not interested at all. She managed to slip backward off her stool, before he could come any closer, back toward the silent Talos.
"Thanks, but no thanks." was her quick response, as she went to go sit in a more secluded area of the bar, having left the beer he had purchased her behind. The disguised dragon watched in silence as she moved, looking over to the man that had been bothering her. He growled quietly in his throat, staring harshly at the man with deep cold eyes, before moving from his seat and following Tayva, slipping into the booth across from her.
Talos had been rather uncomfortable with the whole idea of going out into public again. It had been within a city just like this that the Draconian had been attacked months ago, and the last thing he wanted was for another repeat. The scar that remained on her upper chest was a constant reminder of the hazard of strangers.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 23, 2012 16:30:54 GMT -5
It took all of Tyr's willpower to keep himself from grinning like the Cheshire cat when he heard the man growl at him. People dont just go around growling at others. Its not nice. He shot the man a wink, taking another gulp of his beer, downing most of it and emptying the rest onto his shirt, as the woman slipped from her stool and began to move to a more secluded area.
"Mm," Tyr grunted in approval, watching her walk away and following her as if she were leading him. "I like your plan. Somewhere more private, yeah?" He drawled, reaching forward to give her a pat. Tyr grinned triumphantly and a bit stupidly, perfectly mimicking the grin of a man who thinks he is about to get laid.
Once she stopped, Tyr sidled up next to her, pulling her against him roughly, the fumes of alcohol on his breath. Only then did it occur to him that perhaps, if she and the man were something other than human, things could get messy.
A couple of the men in the bar who saw this hooted their approval. As a place frequented by the more seedy type, Tyr imagined this was not the first time a man had taken a woman into the corner, paid or no.
Post by Tayva Aschaund on Dec 23, 2012 16:41:00 GMT -5
Tayva had hoped that he would have gotten the message when she got away from him, to sit by herself and Talos in the bar. She had hoped that she wouldn't have to put up with any more advances of the sort, and have a pleasant evening out with her companion to try and become more social in the world of humans.
Things didn't always go as planned however.
The almost rough grab from the man made the Draconian yelp in surprise, and in defence she attempted to jab his ribs with her elbow to get away from him and make a break for it out of the bar. However compared to the attacker, she was too weak to do anything too him.
On the other hand Talos was not. The moment he saw her get grabbed by Tyr, he swiftly stormed over, grabbing the collar of his clothing and yanking him off of the unfortunate Draconian, before flinging him backward and away with a strength that no human could possess. He wanted to do more to him, to further warn him to stay away from Tayva, but he could no do so while in the presence of humans. Quickly he placed his hands on Tayva's shoulders, ushering her out of the building.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 23, 2012 16:49:01 GMT -5
Men and women alike guffawed aloud as they saw him go flying. Tyr ended up crashing through two tables. Amidst the kindling, dazed thoughts swirling about in his head, Tyr looked up and noticed the jeering faces and could not help but smile to himself. So this is what it felt to be normal? Tyr mused to himself. Because of who he was, few had dared to treat him in such a way when he was growing up. Tyr had had no brothers and only one sister so no roughhousing.
Tyr managed to climb to his feet, searching the crowd until he found the man and the girl. He felt something trickling down his brow and wiped it away with the back of his hand, examining it and finding it to be his blood. "Nice one." he remarked grudgingly. Tyr narrowed his eyes, making a small smile. That man had thrown him with force that no normal human of his stature possessed. Time to move things to the next level.
Charging and yelling at the top of his lungs, Tyr bullrushed through the crowd to get to the man who was just exiting through the door. "Find your own woman, ass!" Tyr shouted as he tackled the man from behind. Perhaps not his smartest decision ever.
Post by Tayva Aschaund on Dec 23, 2012 16:55:39 GMT -5
For a moment Tayva thought they were out in the free, the cold night air making the streets unwelcome for those who would travel during this time of day. Hopefully it would keep them from running across anyone else that may come to bother them. As they stepped outside however, a hard tackle caused Talos to fall forward ontop of Tayva, though quickly caught himself with his palms. Apparently the man wasn't quite finished with their little fight.
Tayva covered her face as she fell, waiting for the weight of Talos to come down on her. Rather than that however, the strong hands of her dragon lifted her onto her feet, raising her up onto his back as he dropped down to all fours. His flesh began to warp visibly as his form began to grow quickly. Flesh and clothing appeared to tear from the growth, revealing rows and rows of crimson red scales. In a matter of moments, the once intimidating human was replaced by an even more intimidating red dragon. which brought his head down to stare at Tyr straight in the eyes, fire brimming from his mouth.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 23, 2012 17:05:36 GMT -5
Baring his teeth, Tyr snarled up at the dragon. Inwardly though, he sighed to himself. Just my luck. Of all the people in that entire bar, he just had to have pissed off a dragon. Great. He dropped into a fighting crouch, muscles coiled and prepared to spring in case the dragon attempted to spring at him.
The rage within Tyr pounded to be released. Not that he was angry. It was a purely genetic thing and not one Tyr wished to make another subject to. After all, they technically hadn't done much wrong. It was his own behavior so far that made his face so flushed.
Tyr's wings spread out behind him, bursting from his shirt and seeming as if a cloak of shadow had come from him. He had no fear of fire; Tyr was immune to it. If the dragon attempted to breathe on him, Tyr would make him eat it. "A bit testy, aren't you?" Tyr remarked sarcastically, making only a single glance towards the woman. She was not likewise changing form, most likely she was his draconian companion. Ah well, nothing could be done about that.
"I suggest you stand down," Tyr began, narrowing his eyes "Or Ill shove that fire so far up your ass, you'll puke." He glared up at the dragon, no fear in those azure orbs. Banter. The funnest thing before a battle. But to be honest, it was a legitimate threat. Tyr allowed some of his aura seep out from where it was carefully contained within his being, an icy ocean of fear, a primal, instinctual reaction all daemons could pluck from all creatures, for as apex predators, daemons were naturally at the very top of things in this world and most creatures were instinctively terrified of their presence.
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Post by Tayva Aschaund on Dec 23, 2012 17:13:24 GMT -5
The dragon remained in deadlock with the apparent demon, eyes locked dead on to the challenging creature before him. Slowly the beast rose its head up, but before it could strike, a voice of reason called out to the two. Surprisiingly, that voice came from Tayva, who was still on the back of Talos. She was sitting somewhat uncomfortably, arms wrapped partially around the neck of the creature she was ontop of, peering around his neck to look at the winged form of Tyr.
"There's no need to fight." Tayva insisted, slipping down off of the dragons back before looking up at Talos almost pleadingly. She knew that the creature could hold his own when it came to combat, but that was something she did not wish to see. Even though she felt that the man-demon deserved some kind of lesson or payback for the annoyance he had caused, fighting to what could be the death was far from necessary. Plus they were still within the possible eyes of humans, and the last thing anyone needed was to be discovered.
Looking up at her companion hopefully, she turned her attention to the snarling demon, a little taken back by his new appearance. The wings were an added touch, and it seemed almost obvious that he wasn't just some ignorant human. "Why were you trying to 'handle' me?" she questioned, trying to talk things out instead.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 23, 2012 17:24:51 GMT -5
"'Handle' you?" Tyr repeated dully. Suddenly he burst out laughing, barely maintaining his composure as he stood up and braced himself against the outer wall of the bar. When his fit was over, Tyr wiped tears of mirth from his eyes and focused back on the pair, looking at the girl with a smile on his face. "Look girlie, if I had wanted to handle you..." Tyr allowed the thought to drop off.
"But no, I didnt." Tyr told her, shifting his gaze to the dragon. "To be honest, I was more interested in ugly up there." He grinned up at the dragon, almost as if daring him to try anything. If he did, Tyr would be calling his father later to get some transport up here for all that dragon meat. Dragon meat was quite the delicacy, you know.
Sighing, Tyr continued "Though I probably should apologized for my brutish behavior." All drunken inflection was gone from his words now as he shrugged, rolling his shoulders, noticing a new ache in them as he tilted his head inquisitively. "I was as gentle as I possibly could be, and still maintain my ruse." he remarked to her, examining his nails in the dim light. Not wishing to have injured her pride, ego, feelings etc. with his earlier comments "Though you are a very beautiful woman, just not my type." Tyr offered, wishing to give no insult.
Post by Tayva Aschaund on Dec 23, 2012 17:31:58 GMT -5
Tayva was a bit confused, having imagined some sort of rejection or negative response to her attempt at a peaceful resolution. But to her fortunate surprise, he was no longer aggressive toward the two of them, neither was he drunken as he apologized and explained his motives. Talos let out a small snort as he was referred to as 'ugly', a small cloud of smoke flaring from his nostrils. His intimidating figure soon began to shrink down, proceeding to return to his human form before someone caught a glimpse of him.
"Well... next time just ask. Sometimes it's easier just to be more direct than pulling some stunt like that." she replied, looking a little more relaxed as she learned that he wasn't interested in her as he had made himself appear to be earlier. Upon seeing the small wound in his head from the earlier brawl, she frowned, and tore a small strip of fabric from her clothing, offering it to him.
"Here... your head's kind of dinged up. Let me fix it." she started, pulling the fabric out with both hands, and gently wrapping it around his head to hide the injury he had received from slamming into the tables in the bar.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Dec 23, 2012 17:58:03 GMT -5
Tyr's nose wrinkled up slightly at the smoke the dragon was snorting out. He often wondered how the beasts could smell anything at all with all the smog flowing from them. Disgusting. The dragon began once more to sink down to human size and Tyr folded his wings behind his back once more, shrugging out of the tattered remains of his shirt.
He shrugged, sculpted muscles obviously still tense as he eyed the woman warily. "But being direct isn't always the funnest thing in the world. Some people will kill you for being direct." Tyr said evenly. "Or changing into a dragon right outside of a crowded bar." This last comment was meant for the dragon, who was once again looking quite human, as Tyr shifted his amused gaze toward him.
The draconian approached him, tearing a strip of fabric from her clothing and Tyr's eyes narrowed suspiciously, a visible ripple of unease going through his muscles as she attempted to bandage his head wound. "Thanks?" Tyr offered as he pulled a new bunched up t from his pocket, crimson colored with a large cross running down the middle surrounded by wrinkled, snarling faces which were daemons, Tyr supposed
After brushing snow from his chest, Tyr slipped it on and pulled the bandage from his head, stopping briefly to wipe blood from his forehead. "The cut wasn't as bad as all that, see?" The bleeding had stopped and the cut itself was nearly closed. "It would take more than that to inconvenience me." he remarked dryly, attempting to smooth some of the wrinkles from his 'new' shirt.
