Interesting

Hunched over the bar hand on a glass of straight whiskey simply staring off into space, no specific thought trail but boredom. Taking a swig now and then to feel the stupor the alcohol has inflicted upon him. Catching parts of conversations over the loud music, nothing of which he cared for. His glass emptied, making a face he waved to the bartender to refill it when it was empty but otherwise keeping to himself. Cloaked in a Long trench coat with a hood resembling a new version of outdated cloaks. All of his features hidden as usual. Catching a scent his memories fade back to a time long ago when he was indebted to king for the king saving his life. In the throne room, standing by the kings side watching all who came and went. His thoughts on the women that came and went. but none compared to the princess's hand maiden. whom he had gotten alone but a few times. The woman was ravishing and pure unlike most of the people he had ever met. Flashing a few days ahead the hand maiden had ran from the palace and was captured.

To be tried for death as she was a slave, not liking the idea he had tried to dissuade the king from this course of action. As usual the king did as he pleased and continued with the punishment. Durring the execution, opening a portal to the guillotine  where she was he swept her away with east but as he grabbed her a guard had shot an arrow at him without warning and had missed him and severed her the main vein on her neck killing her in seconds. Without thought or control he had lost himself for the first time in years. It made no sense she was just a slave she meant nothing to him so why ...... He took the form of a were wolf and began to slaughter everyone in the castle and surrounding city remembering them all but his mind clouded and him out of control. Flashing back to the present the bartender stared at him asking him " Would u like a refill man?" putting his finger up for 2 he nodded. Taking the glasses and heading to the pool tables it was time to hustle some money and information. First few games he won but made it look close, and continuing as he took peoples money and people bought him free drinks.  His hood down his facial features more perfect than any man. He continued to play.....

Walking into the small town, a woman with dark purple hair fading to bright red looked around, groaning lightly. Her pink eyes scanned the buildings, looking for something in particular. Giving up, she wandered into the local tavern, hoping to get a glass of water and directions to the shop she was looking for. Entering the tavern, she looked around, not sensing any immediate threat and walked up to the bar. "Um… excuse me? Bartender? Is there any way you can get me a glass of water? Also, can you give me directions to the closest medicinal shop? I'm afraid I'm lost…" the female sighs in defeat. 


She groaned inwardly. The only reason she left the comfort of her home was because she ran out of specific medicinal herbs, and none of the fields near her home had any mature enough to be used. She sighed slightly, hoping that she could find some place that had it, so she could return home already. She hated coming to villages, memories of her past rising to the surface anytime she entered one. She looked around nervously, hoping that no one could recognize what she truly was, and that she wouldn't get chased out of this village as well. She turned her attention back to the bartender who had come over to her with a cool glass of water and a map, pointing in the direction she needed to go.

Obviously this was not the most eventful time in Rohesia's lifetime, but it wasn't necessarily the slowest or dullest part. She was constantly travelling and found herself in yet another town and in yet another tavern. She never knew how long she would stay in one place and it usually wasn't for long. She went where the jobs were, where people would hire her for tasks. Spies and assassins were usually mercenaries, going to the highest bidder, working for who ever had the most money. Loyalty had nothing to do with it. Rohesia was loyal to herself and herself only. Sitting at the bar, Rohesia sipped a glass of wine--which wasn't entirely to her taste, but would do--and watched everyone around her. The bartender walked about, talking to patrons and people chatted about the usual town and village gossip, which was rather irrelevant to her, but nonetheless she listened, trying to catch any bit of the conversation that she could, just in case they said something interesting. 

Of course, nothing interesting was said and it left Rohesia bored. She turned in her chair, looking around the bar curiously for anything to distract her from the dull conversation, watching a few matches on the pool table to try to entertain herself. The game didn't really intrigue her though, even if she hadn't played it, but there was rarely a game that did intrigue her. She sighed a bit and dragged herself out of her chair and picked up her own glass, moving over to a table closer to the pool tables, rather than sitting down at the bar and continued to watch, even if it was boring. It was the most interesting thing in the room though and Rohesia guessed that was good enough.

Sensing other and their abilities he had glossed over everyone when he entered and also people as they entered but none of the abilities interested him. Playing a game he broke and sunk every ball but they 8, the stupor of the alcohol now in full effect taking his second shot he popped the cue off the table into the air and into the 8 ball sending it flying into the most impossible place using pure skill and no powers. Gulping down two glasses of moonshine for his victory drinks, he smiled taking of his trench coat setting it on a stool with his weapons on top. His feet clothed him biker boots but plain black, his pants levi jeans as usual. held up by a slip belt, a black skin tight shirt covering his upper body but showed every muscle clearly.

          A girl entered quite young in comparison to him he had taken notice of her but kept his eyes on the table. She was a mystery  and possibly a threat or a toy he wasn't sure of which she had the smell of wolf on her and he had her pegged for an alpha but yet had more to her than that which intrigued him a bit. Continuing with his next opponent he played but kept barely ahead of him. Another female had entered carrying with her the scent of the forest, paying attention to her with his mind she had quite a bit of skill, thinking in the back of his mind of pitting the two new females against one another, a smirk crossed his face. Sinking the the eight-ball for the win of the game and gulping down his victory drinks he sighed leaning against the pool table pool stick on one hand, other hand in his pocket a cocky air surrounded him as he looked for the first time at the two new females in the place seeming to look past them.

         Delicious he thought, clear as day they are warriors one married from the male scent she carried and the other not attached so far as he could tell. Though good looking as the women were they had the look about them to ward men away. His short hair waved lightly in the wind as another person had busted the door open. Closing his mind immediately as he felt the new presence her mind probing all around. Whether it was intentional or unintentional he did not care it , as in mid thought a female entered through the door. Power like he hadn't felt in a long while emanated from the female, she was a threat. A vow to himself would ensure if he fought any of the three women on the bar one of them was sure to kill him....which was a pain as he would be reborn from another curse that plagued him.

     Watching the new female, gorgeous but yet seemingly unapproachable which seems to be typical of the females in this realm. Watching her break her glass on top of the door she had shattered, as she apologized to the  bartender Gabriel took note that was truly sorry. His eyes switching colors to aquamarine and walking over to the bar in a space central to all 3 females, he Spoke to newest female. "Don't worry about it doll." Smirking at her, without blinking, the space around the door seemed to rewind with time and repair itself to its former state, and the small space around the glass did the same as the glass also refilled itself leaving no mess. 

        After that he felt the realm around them shift as foreign creatures to this land had entered in his vicinity. Drunk off his ass and barely able to stand his smile shifted to discontent. With a thought the music shut off, "Those with the ability to fight should wish stay feel free, those who cannot fight i will not protect you and you should leave now." Looking at the bartender, "Take this if i should live and i am not captured used this to rebuild your life and your bar i do apologize. Now leave." Causing the air around him to fill people with fear and discontent to run and flee from the place. Not that he knew but he had a feeling the 3 females would stay. "Ladies, i wouldn't want those pretty faced to get damaged i cant stop you from staying but these creatures are on mine and her level."  Shooting a glance at female with the habit of breaking stuff.

         Taking a stance as his kukri tore the fabric of this realm and appeared in his hands. As the first fighter came at him he came through the same tear his kukri used. Kicking the male back and staggering back from the stupor, as more creatures began to fill the tavern, all of their weapons and such at the ready for battle. Smiling as he turned the music back on in the tune of -Cryin Like a bitch-Godsmack-. Shooting quick thoughts to the 3 females saying "They are here for me." Catching a catlike creature in the leg with a kukri as they began their assault upon him. Shifting in and out of tears in of the realm in the bar. The alcohol affecting all of his abilities and skills, he was very sloppy and seemingly unable to escape the effects.

After gulping down her water she sighed, and thanked the bartender for his help before turning to look around the tavern once more. She frowned slightly at the new occupant, who was wearing a hooded cloak and hiding their face. Sniffing the air slightly, she caught a familiar sent then groaned inwardly. 'Not again… oh well.' she thought to herself, before turning back to the map to see the route she needed to take again. She had seen the new occupant break down the door and shatter one of the glasses, and ignored it completely, focused on finding what she needed. Upon taking a deep breath again, she froze, taking in another sent that sent her instincts on alert. 

Turning her head sharply, she begins looking around the tavern for the source of her tenseness. She growls quietly, not spotting anything out of the ordinary besides a strange man who was definitely drunk, judging by the strong sent of alcohol emitting off of him. She rolls her eyes slightly then hears him move over to the cloaked figure, speaking to her softly. Suddenly, the door behind her shuddered and repaired itself, as well as the glass. Her eyes widened slightly before she growled again, knowing immediately that this man was the source of her unease. 


Just as suddenly as the door and glass was repaired, creatures that were unknown to her began appearing, and the male seemed to react to this creatures. She watched him, turning her eyes to the other creatures and narrowing her pink eyes to show she was not amused. She heard the man speak, and growled lowly, her teeth beginning to sharpen and lengthen in response to the creature's threat. Though she was not a fighter, she did not like these creatures and would respond with violence if they attacked her. She kept her eyes on the creatures closest to her and reached out to her abilities, creating large orbs of light that suddenly began to take on a more solid appearance, transforming into sharp edged clear crystals with a white glow. She growled again, giving off the aura of an alpha wolf as well as a white aura that surrounded her body, baring her fangs at the creatures, letting them know who was boss.

-Taking flight into the air to the nearby tavern that he had heard so much about his dark black wings with a black flame coming off each flap soaring through the air as he started his descend onto the ground the black flame trailed slightly as he made his way inside of the building- "so this is the place.... better check out what the commotion is..."

-as he made his way in he slicked his black hair back only to show off his orange highlights and red tips, his hazy orange eyes peek at several females drinking, men drinking as well, he goes up to the server asks for something to strong- "Some Jack Daniels and Bacardii 151 mixed please?" -the server nodded and came back with his drink and he sat down on the bar stool hoping for some sort of opponent to fight or some type of mild entertainment-