Drawing Closer...*OPEN*

[Jaguara Katial]

The air was thick and stale in the darkened tavern. The place was in an uproar last night with drunken people of all shapes but now a silent calm filled the room. There was a maid cleaning the floor and the scraping of brush bristles on the polished wood was white noise to the form that sat in the far corner. His face could not be seen as he was wearing a cloak that came up over his head but one could tell by his posture that he was in a foul mood and that caution had better be taken if one was to approach him. He casually sipped his mug of ale as he watched the maid on the floor. He wondered where the little feather brain that always followed him around had gone to…she had been missing for three days…he hoped that she had just gone away and would never come back…he didn’t need any more distractions then he already had on his mind. He had to keep focused on his task at hand…his plan needed to come to play soon…soon he would need to act.

[Shade]

Lucio made his way into the tavern. It had been quite a treck from the Sorgaire Range, and he was a bit tired, but was sure he could stay up for at least one pint. It was still a bit early after all, then sun not even haveing fully set for the evening. Upon entering, he cast his eyes about the room, hopeing it would be a bit less...dramatic than the last one he had spent the night in. After a casual glance, it apperad the only people around were the bars made, and a sole patron. He considerd joining the stranger. After all, drinking alone was indeed a lonely business. After makeing a few steps, and upon a closer inspection, Lucio decided that the fellow probably preferd his own company...on this night at least. The tight cloak and huddled posture was not exaclty screaming 'come sit with me', so he decided to casually nod to the fellow and settled down beside the hearth instead, hopeing the waitress would be done with her chores soon so he might get a bite to eat and a drink....and if he was lucky, mabey even a bed for the night.

[Jaguara Katial]

Sebak watched as the stranger with the extremely familiar colors entered the bar. All of his muscles tensed in frustration and anger. How many people would remind him of her?! How many from that place would grace him with their presence before he couldn’t take it any more and lashed out in an uncontrollable rage from his own frustrations by leaving her behind. That was the best thing he could have ever done…yes, she would have just slowed him down…he growled under his breath and grabbed his mug with anger and guzzled the remaining liquor down in a single gulp. The hood that covered his face slipped down to reveal his handsome, charming and yet menacing face. He slammed his cup down and caused the maid on the floor to jumped as she looked at the stranger in shock. The loud noise echoed through the bar. She jumped up, wiped her hands on her apron, and skittishly approached the beast.

“S-sir…may I fetch you some more?” her knees quitely knocked under her skirts. He was fearful and she didn’t know his intentions. She was scared but couldn’t help but notice the charm that oozed off this male. He looked up into her face, curled a lip, and growled.

“Did I ask you to fetch me anything wench?” His look was like ice to the poor female. He didn’t want to be bothered and he didn’t care if she was just doing her job or not. He just barely tolerated her presence because there wasn’t anything that he could do to be rid of her just deal with the fact that she was there…but now this was more than he could stand in his current state.

“N-no sir…I-I just…t-thought…” She stopped in mid sentence as a low growl emitted from the large canine. He stood up with such force that the chair he was sitting in was thrown back and knocked over. He quickly grabbed the woman by the collar of her shirt and brought her face so close to his that she could feel the hot breath escaping his lips. She winced and turned her head expecting to be slapped.

“Get out of my sight…” he uttered and threw the woman back as he let go of her garments. She stumbled back from the force and regained her balance before running to the back room very quickly. Sebak grabbed the chair he knocked over, righted it, and sat down holding his head in his hands.

[Shade]

Lucio's ears perked as he heard the maid approach the unhappy canine in the corner, but when the tone of the strangers voice reached his ears, it made him lift his head and cast his glance towards the towering bi-ped as he suddenly stood. Eyes narrowing, he watched as the canine suddenly stood and forcefully took hold of the maid, and then tossed her aside. Shifting his weight, and curling his front paws under his chin, Lucio turned his head to look full on at at the stranger at the stranger as he took his seat at the table, droping his head into his hands.

Lifting his head, Lucio curled his front paws infront of him and gently cleared his throat.

"Excuse me friend, but was it really necisary to treat the serving girl so harshly? She was mearly offering to refill your cup..not to mention possibly bringing me my dinner after she was done with your request. The girl is only trying to earn her keep, and treating her such a way for no reason truly is pointless.......no matter what demons you may be suffering this eve."

[Jaguara Katial]

Sebak looked at the stranger from Sorgaire Range and snarled “Mind your business…this doesn’t concern you…” He eyed the weasel up and down and narrowed his eyes… How dare he try to dictate how he could and could not treat some one? Who did he think he was? “She should learn to only come when called and not when some one places their mug down…she is too egger…women should be seen and not heard unless spoken to….much like children, or would you like to have learned the lesson in her stead?” He stood up to his show off his impressive size and spread his wings to seem more intimidating. It caused the cloak to fall back on his spine like a waterfall. His ears flattened and he grabbed the edge of the table to throw it back out of the way if the sorgairian accepted his challenge. “If you not wish to defend the whore with anything but words I suggest you leave me be with my thoughts and I will leave you to yours…”

[Shade]

Sitting up on his haunches quckly at this sudden show of vehemence, Lucio forced himself to continue to appear relaxed. Eyeing the towering Bi-ped, he quriked an eyebrow as best he could and forced a light-hearted chuckle. Quckly going over the words so harshly spoken, he was able, he belived, to devine the problem this suddenly dramatic Canine was haveing. Tilting his head, he looked up to the strained face that was still, thankfully, across the room.

"If the girl were a whore as well as the serving wench, should I not be doubly offended at you scareing her off? I'm just looking for a place to lay my head, friend, and you takeing out your anger and hurt on those of us who were, in fact, minding our business is not makeing this any eaiser. Now, why dont you pick up your lovely cloak before you have to send it to the cleaners, take your seat, and I'll go fetch the girl to fill our cups. I'm called Lucio, and have an ear if you have a tale that need telling."

[Jaguara Katial]

The male’s words infuriated him. He just wanted to wipe that look from his face. He cared not any more, where he was from or that just moments ago he had reminded him of her. He just wanted to be left alone and it seemed that this stranger wasn’t going to do that at all. He pushed the table back and making it screech across the floor and took quick strides towards the other male. His wings now tightly folded against his body and his mouth in an angry snarl. “I don’t care if the girl is a whore or not. Nor do I care if she was just doing her job, what I do care about is that you are now the one that is bothering me…You know nothing of what troubles me and it is you who cant seem to leave well enough alone! At least she had some sense to leave me be!!!” He growled and lunged at the sogrianian in an attempt to knock some sense into him.

[Nathalia]

The door was suddenly whipped open, it slammed off of the wall as a hulking figure pushed his way through.

An overly muscled creature made his way into the room practically radiating confidance and smug happiness. He gazed about the room and then began making his way over to the two in the center. His red jerkin caught the light, reflecting from the leather it looked even more magnificent than it truly was, the tan hunting gloves were pulled taught around thick, meaty hands. The Biped stomped his way good-naturedly over to the weasel and Canine and smiled down at them, brushing strands of dark hair from his eyes.



"Hello, gents!" He said loudly, clapping heavy hands onto the shoulders of both creatures. 'Aha, you two seem to be having a little argument, why don't we just settle it like gentlemen and have a beer, nhaha." As he said this he smiled constantly, his bright teeth gleaming, his cleft chin almost overly evident..though it seemed to suit him... "Houltan! Bring a few rounds of old elderberry over here for my new friends, why don't you?" He hailed the barkeep, a scruffy old bird who looked relieved at this strange creature's presence. He hurried to gather the drinks and bring them to the table.



"On the House, yer Highness." The barkeep cackled as he pulled around a tray of goblets. "H'enjoy the wine, will yehs..."

The cheerful and well-muscled biped smiles as he takes a mug and swigs from it. He then winks at the two. "So who might the two of you be? I've never seen you in the tavern before? I'm Gaston." He holds out a heavy hand to the Canine first.

[FlyingPanther]

[OOC: Omg...I know I'm not suppose to interject but....GUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH...*molests Gaston in all his great and hilarious glory* SO AMAZING.]

[saughindragqueen]

[ooc: heehee...Gaston....::starts to conduct the Disney orchestra::....ahem.....please continue... ]