Fisherman's Wharf

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Scowling at yet another intrusion Cervantes pulled out of the thief. He too stood up, and slipped back into his pants. A very irate expression on his lips he turned sharply toward where Vixen was holding the newest intruder. "This is by far the most... Interesting situation I have been in in some time..." He hissed as he moved to stand beside Vixen, giving Ren a biting stare. "Did you intend to rob us at the thief bitch did?" He said, pointing to the girl on the bed, she was breating heavily, pulling against her restraints. Looking to the daggers the man had held his lips curled in disgust. "No... You intended far worse... I can see..." He turned to Vixen. "This one is yours to sugest a... Punishment for..." He stepped up bihind her and pressed his still hardened cock against her hip, leaning in and nipping at her neck in the hopes of giving her some inspiration of carnality. "Just don't be so easy on him..." Cervantes's eyes burned into the man as he continued along Vixen's neck, his hands on her hips.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vladamere...

[the tall man that had attempted to protect Vixen down stairs... he's slender... jet black longish hair tied back with a strip of leather. Cobalt blue eyes. His face is heavily scarred.]

He lies in his bed wondering whether Vixen will really keep her promise to ride with them in the morning. She was a flightly one. He was almost positive she hadn't always been so. Her considerable talents led him to believe that her profession alone would have required a more stable personality. At times he could see the almost desperate fire in her. He couldn't help but wonder what drove her.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

It all happened so fast I hadn't been able to put up any defence. The bare chested woman forced me into the room and closed the door with one quick motion. It was extremly hard for me to breath with her forearm pressed againt my throat. This made it hard for me to answer her question.

Just then, the other man approached us and began to talk with obvious anger in his voice. As he finished, I was now struck with a feeling of fear at what they had planned. The look in the womans eyes made me cringe as a slight smirk spread across her lips. Why couldn't I have stayed with the mob that was trying to kill me?

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

...shivered in response to Cervantes words and actions. She felt a chill travel down her spine at the implication of his words. She took a deep breath before looking back at the man still held firmly under her arm. He looked back at her with a silent plea. She forced herself to harden her heart against it. As she felt Cervantes lips travelling down her neck.. his large hands holding her hips steady she felt her knees weakening. What was it about this man that affected her so?

She growled and took out her frustration on the man she held. With a swift upper cut she punched him hard in his stomach. He groaned and she felt the weight of him against her knowing if she wasn't there to hold him up he'd be on his knees.

"So... you think you're an assasin huh?" She taunted.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

(Uhm...Didnt I get Hauled up and knocked out?? Or was i totally forgotten??? *l* Oh and With the MUCH longer Black hair and Red Eyes, Not even Vixen would recognize him, He would remind her of herself though...)

::Young Man (Out cold, doesnt remember his name, he only remembers a few faint names, and how to fight and theive...)::
*his eyes slowly open, his voice is softer now, More Luxurious And much More Innocent* what happened...*his eyes flicker in a soft memory* Vixen?? who's Vixen?? *he slowly stands, trying to get his bearings, he looks around, confused* Vixen?? She is a Friend?? yes...Vixen Is a Friend..*he slowly walks inside, his long, Raven black hair like a cloak To him, He wears a Stout But Flexable leather Jerken and Pants, Its VERY Hard to tell he's carrying 10 Dagger Blades Hidden all over him, his hands are good and strong, But well flexable, he's no Lithe, But he is rather thin and Small for a Young man*


:ROLANDO:
*he Pushes open a large wooden door, The Room Is Rather Nice, Cozy, Homelike one might say, nothing too fancy, a good simple yet EXQUISETLY soft bed, Well Sewn Comforters and sheets, and a nice, Crackeling fire already going* If You need absolutely anything, I have guards patrolling the hallways, They can get whatever you need, Or If they cant handle it, they call me and i do what I can, I am VERY appricative of my guests..*he smiles softly* Shall I leave you to your rest M'lady??

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity...

... looked up at Roland Snr with tired eyes. "M'Lord... please don't go just yet..." she looks around the large room. It's cosy enough but far larger than anything she's ever been inside before. She's suddenly frightened by all the space around her. She blushes sensing that her request is rather forward.

"M'Lord... it's just that... umm... could you stay a while until I fall asleep... I'm... I'm a little afraid of being in here alone..." she looks down in embarrassment.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

:ROLANDO:
*he smiles warmly, Closing the door, he walks back inside* Of course M'lady...I understand quite well..*Folding back the blankets for her, he sits down in the wicker chair next to the bed, he smiles at her as she comes and sits down on the bed, he removes a small wooden flute from his coat* Music? *he says, bringing it to his lips, he slowly begins to play the melody, the music is luxurious, unlike any she has ever heard, it seems to enchant and entice, Each note Smoother than the finest silks, his eyes close as he Brings it slowly to a Creshendo, Finishing it with a low note that seems to bring out all of ones feelings and loves, he smiles, taking the pipe slowly away from his lips he looks to her for a reaction..*

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity...

... her eyes a bright with unushed tears as she looks across at him from the large bed which dwarfs her. "I never knew a warrior could produce such beautiful music..." she said in awed wonder.

"Please... please play another?" She snuggles deeper under the blankets and watches him hopefully.

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose finally felt attention shift off her and painfully reach to pull a small blade from her hair pins. She cut the ropes easily enough. She stood silently, lifting her pouch from the ruined clothes and slipping silently towards the window, her knife still in one hand.

Let the others find their own way out...

 

[Roland Gilliad]

:Rolando:
*He smiled, NEVER Able to turn down a request, He brought the pipe back to his lips and thought for a moment, Then He slowly began, The notes were soft and low at first, Then they slowly rise, in a bright and spritely tune, it takes hills and turns, weaving it's many notes throughout the room like a magnificent Tapestry, It goes on for a few minutes, It winds through the soul near the end, Love and Understanding in the final notes, as he brings it slowly down to earth, and again looks at her* I have a Talent for such things....I do not know why..It comes naturally to me...

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity...

... Roland Snr... looks across at the girl but she is fast asleep... she looks even younger in rest without the frown of worry that she usually carries. Her jet black hair fans out about her face. Her hands curled up and tucked beneath her chin. Her breathing soft and regular.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*he smiled, and slowly stood up, He tip toed over to the door, And Put his hand to it's Knob, He slowly, as quietly as he could opened it, he Stepped out* Sweet dreams..*he whispered, wishing it for her as he exited, closing the door*

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Snuffing his nose, something was wrong, he could feel the rustle of quiet movement coming from the bed. He gave it a few seconds more at the pleasuring of Vixen's neck before he turned quickly, he knew the thief had freed herself, even before he looked. She was just setting her foot to the opened window frame. An instant later Cervantes made a blood curdling yowl. It was inhuman. He launched himself at the thief. Catching full and hard in the middle of her back. They both went careening from the open window.

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose only had a second of shock as she felt Cervantes hit her. Damn....

Rose twisted mid-air, so that Cervantes was beneath her. She felt them hit, but Cervantes took the brunt of it. She was sure he'd broken something...

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

There was an audible, wet snapping sound as Cervantes struck the ground first but he caught ahold of Rose, by the throat. She was locked, looking down at his grotesquely transforming face. Hair started to coat his body as he smiled cruely.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

.. hears the howl and the hair on the back of her neck rises in response. She turns to see the two figures leaping through the window. Her eyes widen in shock.

She whirls around and backhands the man hard arcross the jaw knocking him out so that he sinks to the floor. She runs to the window and looks down...

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose gasped.

"Let go you..." she gurgled, eyes wide. She stabbed him in the arm.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Growling as the knife sinks into his flesh, tightening his choke on Rose. He began to laugh, an eiry and inhuman laugh. It was like the laugh of a hyena, only magnified.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Looks down at the transforming Cervantes in shock. Oh my GODDESS! Her mind reels at the implications of it. She had let that... that thing fuck her... it wasn't even human. Her whole body trembled with shock and fear. Her breathing was harsh as she watched with a sick wonder...

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

... suddenly snaps out of her daze as she hears the howling... she notices she's still only wearing her pants. Frantically she pulls on her boots and shirt... and she leaps out of the window. She hangs onto the window ledge before letting herself drop to the ground near the two figures.

"M'Lord?" Her voice quivers as she approaches carefully...

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose hissed as the grip tightened. She brought the knife to his hand, cutting tendons as black spots danced into her vision.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

looks at the dog-like creature... for that is what now has the choke hold on the girl. The girl tries to knife the beast again...

[Edited by Moneytalks on 12-06-2000 at 09:18 PM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Drawing the knife across his wrist she opened up a nasty wound, her adrenaline having helped her in this action. She saw muscle and meat opened to her view, even the white of bone. The next thing she saw would have evoked a sharp scream from her if she had had the air to fuel it. The wound was closing, the inner meat of his arm stitched back together, first covering the bone before rappidly sealing up, without even trace of a scar. Blood still dribbled down the lenght of his arm though. Cervantes snarled, showing wild and gnarled fangs, He flung his weight over on top of her, pressing his wrist against her mouth. He smeared it on her lips and she tasted the coppery tang of it on her tongue before she could turn away in disgust. With that he released her and got to his feet. His attack, seemingly at a conclusion, he scowled down at her. "Death is too good for you, bitch, enjoy a life curced as I am." He spat in sharp, rage clipped words.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

gulped fearfully as she eyed the... monster before her...

[Edited by Moneytalks on 12-06-2000 at 09:19 PM]

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose gasped and spit. She chcked her scratches and bruises almost frantically. If they started healing...Nothing...She breathed a sigh of relief. Paying attention to the villiage storyteller at her age was stupid, but it had advantages...She made a mental note to check with a healer or priest to be sure....

She suddenly realized her current undressed state...