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"Gods, what a night," came a gruff voice followed shortly by a long yawn. A bare man sat up in a bed of furs, stretching muscled arms above his head in attempts to stretch out the knots and kinks from the previous night. Oh, and what a night it had been. The party was great as well as the food. Not to mention that hottie in a slitted dress. "Heheh, would have been a great lay to if she hadn't turned out to be a guy." Travski got out of bed, ruffling the back of his head of bedhead hair as bare feet padded across the wooden floors to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. Peircing golden eyes stared back at him that were rimmed with orange rings. He licked his canines before showing off his teeth. He should probably brush them or something... They were still a bit bloody from last night. He turned on the faucet and gargelled some water, at the same time he whipped up some soap and covered his face. He had let his face hair get away from him for some time now. A shave would be good. He spat out the pinkish water before growing out the claw on his thumb. Precariously, he carved upwards against his cheek and chin, scraping away the short hairs easily without cutting himself. Once he was done, he tilted his head from side to side before smiling to himself. "Much better."
The morning proceeded as usual. Getting dressed in his usually tight black pants and form fitting shirt with a vest thrown over it. He dampened his hair with water and spiked it back and walked out of the Inn. He'd be back later like always. Tugging on his boots before leaving the road, Travski looked around, enjoying the fresh air and sun. So far, it was to a promising and eventful day, or so the fortune teller told him so. First off was breakfast. "The most important meal of the day," he murmured to himself as he stopped by here and there, sizing up what he felt like eating this morn. "Light meat... Or dark?" Instead of looking at the menu that was open before him, he was eyeing a couple of girls in the corner of the tavern. Each looked more delicious than the next. One of choco skin and the most gorgeous pair of violet eyes. Her friend was much paler in comparison, but her body promised satisfying results. However his chocies seemed to be limited today when they left out the backway. "Che so much for breakfast." Or so he thought when a man, around 5 feet tall began to pick up his things to leave. He just finished his breakfast as was heading out the side exit. Travski wasn't picky. Shortly after he followed the man out of the tavern and followed him down an empty road. The man looked as if he was heading off to work; perhaps gaurd duty. He wore armor platings on his shins and arms, metal boots clacking over the cobblestones of the street. His helmet must be at the castle or wherever he worked at because he wasn't wearing it. And his chest and torso platings wore the insignia of a dragon holding a spear. But Travski was no fool. This man worked for vampires. Heh, the idea of take out was making his mouth water. Revenge and breakfast all in one. How perfect.
"Oh, sir. Gaurd, I mean," he said trying to catch up to the man with fake exhaustion. The gaurd slowed and turned to Travski and that was when he also noticed the lack of a weapon. He tried not to look too happy about the circumstances. "Could you help me? I noticed the crest on your armor. There is a messanger with urgent news to your kingdom. But he has been wounded on his way here and needs help desperately. I would help him on my own, but I'm.... Just not strong enough," he said in a pitiful voice. He even lowered his eyes to the ground and slumped his shoulders. "Please, he needs someone like you to help him." This seemed to boost the man's ego quite a bit.
"Where is the messanger?" Travski's face litted up when the gaurd agreed to help him. He tugged on his arm and pulled him towards an alleyway.
"He's over here. I'm sorry to say that rebels found hin first before I could and have dragged his body somewhere no one could find him. It must have been... Some very important news if even ruffians were trying to take it from him." The hidden promise of a promotion could be seen in the gaurd's eyes. If it was so important and he brought it to his king, then surely there was a reward. The gaurd seemed almost too eager to follow. Travski let the gaurd take the lead into the dark alleyway. It was narrow and hard for a man in armor to move around. He narrowed his eyes as he tried to find the troubled messanger.
"Where is he?" he asked, still trying to look around. Travski's chuckle was what brought the gaurd to turn his head and look at him. With the sunlight shining behind him, only his shadowed silhouette could be seen, save for glowing eyes. Those eyes... Made the gaurd tremble slightly under his armor and what he said next made him realize that this had been a trap.
"I just do love it when my food comes canned." A dark chuckle followed before Travski made a running leap at him, arms outstretched in the narrow alley, claws growing rapidly and ready to sink into the steel paltings. But the gaurd was quick in relfexes and ducked, letting Travksi tackle into bins of trash. The gaurd turned, ready to run for his life when his shoulder peices locked him in place. This alley was too small for his body armor.
"s**t! s**t!" He frantically tried to wedge the platings so he could leave, shuffling his feet sideways for the open space. He was so worked up over escaping the gaurd did not hear Travksi right himself up and shake off the debris. It was when he heard a growl did the gaurd turn his head to look at the man, but he was already in the air for another pounce. The gaurd's hand reached out of the alley but it was too late as the hand suddenly fell to the ground, the man in armor toppling over in the alleyway with the weight of a full grown man on top of him. This part of town was usually vacant in the mornings so the gaurd's screams fell on deaf ears. The sound of splattering blood hitting walls and the gurgles of a torn throat resonated in the alleyway. Scrapes of armor falling off and being torn away echoed and after moments of blind hunger a long belch could be heard.
Travksi walked out from the alley, adjusting his vest and fixing his hair. He wiped off some dust on his shoulder before walking back down the way he came as if nothing had happened. He picked at the sinews that were caught in between his teeth with his tongue before sucking at it. The fortune teller had been right. This day was looking very well.
 SikFox · Fri Feb 20, 2009 @ 03:34pm · 0 Comments |
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