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Post by Jaguara Katial on Sept 22, 2007 11:52:25 GMT -5
Sebak stopped in his tracks and clenched his hand together into a tightened fist, in addition, he wheeled around to face the sogrianian that had just insulted him. How dare he! First, he had the nerve to poke his nose where it didn’t belong and now he was insulting him?! He had tried to be the bigger man and walk away from the situation but now he didn’t care, he was going to rip his face off. He reached up towards his neck and untied the cloak that hung around his shoulders. It fell to the ground in a clump and he didn’t care. Quickly with a slight snapping of bone, he shifted into his animal form with teeth bared and ready to strike. “HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY RANK?!” He bellowed. He tensed his legs, held his wings close to his body and lunged forward at the man that had just insulted his honor and pride. His mouth foamed as he looked like a large rabid dog out of its mind.
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Post by Shade on Sept 22, 2007 12:11:02 GMT -5
Leaping back and landing on a table, Lucio crouched low, folding his wings to his body, watching the Canine morph, and swallowed heavily. Keeping low and tense, should he have need to move quicky, he eyed the Stranger. "Insult your rank, Sir? Or just reminded you of where you have come from and how far you have fallen? There is no need for anyone to bare their demons alone. You are a Diamond, Man! Get ahold of yourself, before you lose what little bit of yourself I can still see behind the rage in those eyes of yours. And dont be surprised! Anyone who would care to take the time to look could see the pain that is hideing there! Face it! Or let go of it! But do NOT let it consume you!
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Post by saughindragqueen on Sept 23, 2007 17:21:54 GMT -5
Kraling watched calmly as a rather large winged creature walked by, spitting and cursing at him. As he turned his head to signal that he meant no ill-deeds by being there, he heard insults thrown at the winged beat in front of him at the bar.
A fight broke out, and Kraling subconsciously tensed up his muscles in preparation of either fight or flight, whichever came more easily to him if in case the violence moved his way.
He looked both ways to see which route for him would take him quickly and easily out of the pub without confrontation, but found that on one side of him, the fighting pair were heatedly conversing, while on his other side, the group of people he had tried to avoid were seated.
A decision of whether to pass by the seated group or to stay where he was flitted through his mind for an instant, but his instincts made his legs move him towards the seated onlookers, so that he might avoid the possible violence that ensued.
Slowly, and cautiously, Kraling creeped his way away from the argument and towards the people ahead.
Hopefully, he thought to himself, he wouldn't be noticed, and he would be able to pass on by to the fresh air of the outdoors where he could spend his evening in peace.
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 23, 2007 18:36:00 GMT -5
Gaston, leaned against the bar counter, a large grin plastered across his muzzle. Tossing his head back, he laughed heartily, elbowing the barkeep.
"Ahahahaha! Ha! Look at them tussle! What a good time they're having." He winked roguishly at the barkeep, who was refraining from having a miniature seizure due only to Gaston's reassurance that he would pay for the damages.
"Heh, so it seems they are, yer Highness, so it seems. Hey!" He leapt to his feet, large scaled talons hitting the floor as he nearly knocked his stool over. Wings flared he headed over to the table in the back, containing the lone form of a Lowlander.
Gaston watched the barkeep go, deciding that he would help if things started to look poorly, until then, where was the fun?
He eagerly looked on as the winged canine flipped his table over in outrage, the little ferret or whatever had asked who had tattooed over his Club with a Diamond... What an insult! Gaston would have to remember that one. Watching as the other Biped suddenly whirled, nearly foaming, he decided t step back in.
"Now, now good sir!" He said jovially, planting himself between the Range dweller and the Golfam. "Having a fight with someone is a sure fire way to get yourself thrown out of the pub for a while, believe me, I know." He flipped his eyebrows, grinning in delight. "If this is something you really feel you need to resolve with a brawl, lets head outside for it, I've got just the little arena in mind, I'll even call over some ladies to cheer you on, what do you say, eh?"
The Barkeep stomped over to the creeping Lowlander, face nearly purple with rage. "Oi! You! What d'yeh think yer doin' in 'ere, huh?" He reached down in an attempt to garb the other by the scruff. "I don't serve Lowlanders in 'ere. Go an' find yer own nest of poisons to stew in, yeh bastard!"
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Post by saughindragqueen on Sept 25, 2007 6:45:05 GMT -5
Seeing the barkeep approach him as he was heading for the door, Kraling attempted to speed up his escape route, but was intercepted by the emerald-hued avian. As the barkeep yelled at him, Kraling saw a quick movement out of the corner of his eye. Realizing that the barkeep was attempting to grab him by the scruff of the neck, Kraling spun on the spot to face the barkeep. Kraling snapped at the barkeep's approaching arm and bared his teeth.
A little raspy from lack of use, Kraling's voice issued from his mouth: "Get yer mitt away from meh hide before I detach it from yer arm." Sensing a possible opportunity to move towards the door, Kraling slowly turned towards the door out of the pub.
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Post by Jaguara Katial on Oct 15, 2007 16:47:36 GMT -5
[OOC: so sorry for the lack of rping this post ^_^;;]
Sebak snarled as he glared at the highland mix that had placed himself between his intended target. He thought as quickly as he could in his inebriated state about the concequeses of being thrown out of here. This was by far the best bar he had encounter while in the city. He could pretty much treat the females who worked there as he pleased as long as he did not cause too much of a problem. He always paid his way even if he ended up doing a little damage and they never asked how he managed to always have the funds to do so. "Lead the way..."[/b] he growled as he kept his eyes on the range male. If he tried to bolt once they reached the door, he would be after him so fast it would make his head spin. “But I do not care about the ladies…”[/b] his thoughts once again made their way to Nathifa and unconsciously he added, “She wouldn’t be there any way so it wouldn’t matter…”[/b] If she had been around in the first place and not left him to stay in the marsh he would not be here in this mess either, it was all her fault, well that would be what he would tell any one if he ever managed to open up.
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Post by Shade on Oct 17, 2007 1:44:54 GMT -5
Tense, Lucio quietly awaited the answer the Canine would give to Gaston. Quietly hopeing all the larger Biped would want was another pint, he swallowed hard when he heard the answer to lead the way to the fighting ring. Lowering his head, he began to try and control his breathing. When would he learn to keep his mouth shut. He seemed to have a knack for upsetting those whom he really only wanted to help. This was not the first time his mis-placed words had landed him in a bit of trouble...though never had they had these dire of consequences. Eyeing the Canine once more, he knew he had little chance of success in the comeing fight, and quickly considerd makeing a run for it. But those thoughts were quickly dismissed. He had made the choice to speak..and to continue provoking the upset Golfam. And really..what WAS he thinking when he made the flippant comment about tattooing over his rank. Did he really think that would any other consequence than what was happening? So, yes, he would dearly love to leap through the door and keep running, but he knew he couldn't. He had made his choices, and he would face what those choices cost him...however painfull that might be.
"A shame, Lucio said quietly to himself, that I was right. All of this over hurt feelings and a seemingly bruised ego."
Breathing deeply once more, Lucio looked between the Canine and Gaston, not really looking forward to what was to come.
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Post by Nathalia on Oct 18, 2007 18:24:23 GMT -5
The barkeep squared his shoulders as though to follow the Lowlander, when the heavy gloved hand of Gaston descended onto his left arm.
"Whu? Ah, yer Highness, I jest need tae-"
Gaston waved his other hand, cutting off the Marshlanders' speech. "Now, now, I'll hear none of that, here. For the drinks and any damages." The King said jovially, smile large and predominant over any other feature, even the cleft chin. He watched, not missing the way that the Barkeep instantly seemed to forget about the slinking Feline once the money hit his talons. "Now, if you could lead us out back, my good man, I believe these young bloods have a slight tiff to settle."
Gaston listened to the two males mutter as he pulled them outside with him, no need to upset the waitresses further...they were his stay in this particular part of town, and them being upset was just one more thing he would have to do for them, namely soothe their ruffled feelings, before being fed and bedded that night. He didn't even notice what the Canine said, though something about the statement caught him as strange, he shrugged it off as unimportant.
After all, if it was important, it would have been addressed to him right away.
He was a King. He grinned, his white teeth gleamed.
The group followed the barkeep as the scruffy bird led them out past the horse stables and into the thick section of wood the bar bordered on... It wasn't a part of any realm in particular, not that anyone knew of, and was primarily open to whoever would use it.
After about ten minutes of walking down a narrow path, the barkeep staying slightly ahead with a lantern thrust out before him, thye managed to fin their way into a clearing. The trees were spread about in a ten foot wide ring, thickly lined around the area, leaving only two exits, the path they had come in on, and another off to the left.
Both looked exactly the same.
The barkeep hung the lantern off of a low hanging branch over the center of the ring, the tiny ball of light inside, glowed more brightly than a flame and illuminated the ring. He then nodded to Gaston and paced back to lean against a tree, out of range, arms crossed over his chest, gap beaked and grinning.
Gaston ushered the two males to opposite sides of the impromptu ring, then moved over near the barkeep.
"Well, gentlemen, aha. There aren't any rules I can think of, settle your differences, we'll referee. Go at it!"
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Post by Shade on Oct 25, 2007 12:36:20 GMT -5
Standing at the edge of the ring, Lucio took deep slow breaths. Setteling his weight into his back haunches, he twitched one of his rear claws, feeling it dig slightly into the earth. He would have to remember the ground would give a little. He began to knead the ground infront of him focusing on his claws as weapons. Oh how he wished he could at least have his Bi-pedal form. Somehow in the back of his mind, he knew that if he could just pick something up he would be able to use it as a weapon. Oh well. He would just have to make due with his claws and teeth. Looking up, he began to study his opponent across the ring. The man was big. And he had a Bi-pedal form. Well, Lucio thought to himself, my only hope in this if I am to have any luck is that the fellow is still drunk and mabey too angry to think about fighting. I hope.
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Post by saughindragqueen on Oct 26, 2007 17:49:35 GMT -5
Kraling followed the rowdy group outside, a few minutes after they walked out. He was not going to walk WITH them...Lowlanders were not really "allowed" to...He slowly, and carefully found a spot out of the way, so that he might watch the sparring that was about to take place before his eyes.
His tense muscles relaxed, being outside where his mind felt calm and more at peace than it was inside of the rowdy, small bar that he had been. He wondered why he had even gone into that bar, even though he knew that he would have encountered problems and that he wouldn't have really enjoyed being somewhere where the sky was no longer above his head.
Kraling sat down, distanced from the match that was about to take place, and looked on, waiting for one of the two creatures to make the first move...
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