Originally posted by Lina Maroul
The figure swept back her hood to reveal startling features, her skin was honeyed brown, her eyes deep and sparkling with a darkness only few would truly know of. She smiled, semi-politely and inclined her head amassed with dark dreadlocks, "I am Meline..."
"greetings to the green dragon then let me get us all a drink" "umm if you dont mind me saying you have a strainge aura about you it feels familiar its probobly nothing"
gose to the bar and comes back with a tray full of different beers
"here i didnt know what you drank so i got a selection" he sat down on a seat near the window his thoughts once again returned to his lost love he let out a small sigh "kaze" he said on a wisper
ooc thunder fox you did join
Meline's dark eyes shone for but a moment, "It is because I am a messenger of death...my presence to all, either immortal or no is familiar so I would not be surprised that you find me somewhat of a blurred memory?"
She raised a thin eyebrow and took a light tankard of ale, sniffing it and taking a sip, smiling as the ale burned on its way down.
Originally posted by Lina Maroul*Eragon changed back into human* Messenger of death eh? I walked your path once..until I rose up with an army of my kind. We raged the country. I regret the lives we took with us. Not to long ago, my whole clan turned against me, but I killed all except for a a small pack who stood along side me. They're out in hiding right now..
Meline's dark eyes shone for but a moment, "It is because I am a messenger of death...my presence to all, either immortal or no is familiar so I would not be surprised that you find me somewhat of a blurred memory?"
She raised a thin eyebrow and took a light tankard of ale, sniffing it and taking a sip, smiling as the ale burned on its way down.
Blake moved to a dark corner, his hand slid down his leg revealing a silver flask. He would proceed in putting his cigarette out on the bottom of his boot, and put the flask to his lips.
The whiskey was warm as it serged down his thraot, and stung with bitterness as it settled in his stomach. He ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair, and let out a low sigh. His ocean blue hues would wonder to the large glass window.
"It had to be a nice day." he muttered, as the sun gleamed through.