It was raining again. It seemed to do that alot lately around the Haven... perhaps it was just that time of season. Either way, the raindrops fell gently from the grey clouds above, touching down on the ground with a quiet splash as the brown dirt accepted the sky's kind offerings. The lake happily gathered it's falling brothers, looking refreshed by the newcomers it had sent away some time in the last year.
One drop stopped earlier than it's intended target of dirt, gently slapping against smooth tan skin. Another touched down on another part of the skin, leaving behind a small sting of annoyance as it rolled down to it's brother dirt. Dark strands of silky hair pressed against their roots, gently sticking to the smooth face below them. Red ears tipped with black were tilted downward, allowing the water that popped against them to slid off with out much trouble. Large, slanted red eyes blinked involintarily as another droplet touched against long, dark lashes, leaving behind a small peice of it's liquid form as a present. But the lashes just blinked it away, uncaringly depositing the drip down smooth, angled cheeks, past the slightly angled nose, stopping at the corner of gracefully thin lips, and dissapearing with a flashed of the tounge the lips held behind them.
An odd necklace made of obsidian rested tightly on a graceful neck, the large diamond shaped part of it resting just below the hollow between slender collarbones. A shiny black jacket, cut short by manufactur or personal means unclear, covered strong femenine shoulders, sleeves stopping short of the middle of a toned forearm, it's back pressed against the rough bark of the bare tree behind it. Beneath the jacket, a slightly form fitting, slightly thick dark blue shirt stopped just below a curved chest, soft sleeves running down just past slender wrists it somehow seemed to accent. Black fingerless gloves held comfortably on to elegant hands, long thin fingers adorned by one obsidian ring with markings on it used in the Underdark.
A flat torso, left uncovered for both movement and appeasment, shined slightly from long tracks of rain drops that had touched the dark tanned skin. A black belt adorned her waist, seemingly serving no purpose. But loooks can be deceiving. Blue pants that left the side of muscled thighs bare hung low on her curved waist, holding tightly to her form so movement was allowed without any risk of embarresment. This form fitting leg wear brushed the top of black, rugged, metal tipped boots, one crossed easily over the other in a pose the wearer found comfortable. The dark strap of a sword belt wrapped loosly around the strong waist, holding a long katana at it's right side, long, black wrapped hilt hanging in comfortable drawing position of the long fingers who's pointed ivory nails that tapped against it's side. Beside it's black sheath, a red tail, also tipped in black to match the pointed ears, flipped lazily around the slim crossed legs, then flipped back behind the tall form to brush silky fur against the dark tree, then back again.
Bright eyes closed for only a moment as the form pushed off of the dark tree, taking unheard steps toward the large building a couple yards away. A black, smaller form dropped down from the stripped tree, landing gracefully on the moving figures back, clinging to it's covered shoulder with little difficulty. The worn boots made very little noise as the tall female shape moved easily to the large ornate doors, hardly slowing as one long hand lifted to push one open with practiced ease.
Inside, the warmth started as the droplets stopped, reverting to small pittering noises against the Haven's windows. The black feline's yellow eyes scanned the room as it's rise moved to the polished bar, boots making quiet thunks against the hardwood floor, leaving behind slightly muddied prints on the already dirty floor, easily mingling with other wet prints from the same cause.
The long, appealing woman slid onto a stool, crouching over slightly out of a habit that occurs when most sit on such stools, and lifted a hand to signal for a drink from the bartender. She made no sound as to what drink, and apparently it wasn't needed. A tall, elegant wineglass appeared in front of her, filled with a slightly fogged blue-purple liquid that made liquid residue on the outside, quickly followed by a small, white saucer filled with a white liquid universally known as cream.
The cat jumped off the sloped shoulder, rid itself of excess rain, and delicatly began to lick at the cream. A small smile found those thin red lips as a hand lifted the offered drink to them, gently resting against it as they opened and allowed the cool substance to slide down between them. With a satisfied sigh, the woman set the glass down, and turned on her stool to look across the large, crowded room, wondering who would interest her, or find her intersting, on this cold night.
One drop stopped earlier than it's intended target of dirt, gently slapping against smooth tan skin. Another touched down on another part of the skin, leaving behind a small sting of annoyance as it rolled down to it's brother dirt. Dark strands of silky hair pressed against their roots, gently sticking to the smooth face below them. Red ears tipped with black were tilted downward, allowing the water that popped against them to slid off with out much trouble. Large, slanted red eyes blinked involintarily as another droplet touched against long, dark lashes, leaving behind a small peice of it's liquid form as a present. But the lashes just blinked it away, uncaringly depositing the drip down smooth, angled cheeks, past the slightly angled nose, stopping at the corner of gracefully thin lips, and dissapearing with a flashed of the tounge the lips held behind them.
An odd necklace made of obsidian rested tightly on a graceful neck, the large diamond shaped part of it resting just below the hollow between slender collarbones. A shiny black jacket, cut short by manufactur or personal means unclear, covered strong femenine shoulders, sleeves stopping short of the middle of a toned forearm, it's back pressed against the rough bark of the bare tree behind it. Beneath the jacket, a slightly form fitting, slightly thick dark blue shirt stopped just below a curved chest, soft sleeves running down just past slender wrists it somehow seemed to accent. Black fingerless gloves held comfortably on to elegant hands, long thin fingers adorned by one obsidian ring with markings on it used in the Underdark.
A flat torso, left uncovered for both movement and appeasment, shined slightly from long tracks of rain drops that had touched the dark tanned skin. A black belt adorned her waist, seemingly serving no purpose. But loooks can be deceiving. Blue pants that left the side of muscled thighs bare hung low on her curved waist, holding tightly to her form so movement was allowed without any risk of embarresment. This form fitting leg wear brushed the top of black, rugged, metal tipped boots, one crossed easily over the other in a pose the wearer found comfortable. The dark strap of a sword belt wrapped loosly around the strong waist, holding a long katana at it's right side, long, black wrapped hilt hanging in comfortable drawing position of the long fingers who's pointed ivory nails that tapped against it's side. Beside it's black sheath, a red tail, also tipped in black to match the pointed ears, flipped lazily around the slim crossed legs, then flipped back behind the tall form to brush silky fur against the dark tree, then back again.
Bright eyes closed for only a moment as the form pushed off of the dark tree, taking unheard steps toward the large building a couple yards away. A black, smaller form dropped down from the stripped tree, landing gracefully on the moving figures back, clinging to it's covered shoulder with little difficulty. The worn boots made very little noise as the tall female shape moved easily to the large ornate doors, hardly slowing as one long hand lifted to push one open with practiced ease.
Inside, the warmth started as the droplets stopped, reverting to small pittering noises against the Haven's windows. The black feline's yellow eyes scanned the room as it's rise moved to the polished bar, boots making quiet thunks against the hardwood floor, leaving behind slightly muddied prints on the already dirty floor, easily mingling with other wet prints from the same cause.
The long, appealing woman slid onto a stool, crouching over slightly out of a habit that occurs when most sit on such stools, and lifted a hand to signal for a drink from the bartender. She made no sound as to what drink, and apparently it wasn't needed. A tall, elegant wineglass appeared in front of her, filled with a slightly fogged blue-purple liquid that made liquid residue on the outside, quickly followed by a small, white saucer filled with a white liquid universally known as cream.
The cat jumped off the sloped shoulder, rid itself of excess rain, and delicatly began to lick at the cream. A small smile found those thin red lips as a hand lifted the offered drink to them, gently resting against it as they opened and allowed the cool substance to slide down between them. With a satisfied sigh, the woman set the glass down, and turned on her stool to look across the large, crowded room, wondering who would interest her, or find her intersting, on this cold night.
...this animal I have become..:
^^ And another... unfinished.
The door opened. The dull noise of the Haven was use to the door opening, and it quickly blended in, followed very quickly by it's similair conterpart of the door shutting. The figure that had come in paused in front of the doors, eyes scanning the Haven as a slight sigh of memory slipped from perfect lips.
The feminine form turned slightly on a boot heel, walking through the tables towards an empty one by the bar. Her claimed booth in the dark corner was left unvisited tonight... for some reason, she wasn't in the mood. She slid into a chair, her form fitting, slightly streachy, thigh showing blue pants easily adjusting to the new leg positions. She rested her elbows on the wooden table, a thin black tail slipping through the wooden bars on the back of her chair, swishing contently around the chair legs. She tapped the front of her boot on the floor, leaning back as she watced the bartender, waiting to catch his eye. Her low cut pants helped reveal a smooth stomach, the black marks on her hips associated with the swishing tail.
A smile crossed her lips when she caught the bartenders eye, raising a hand and signaling for a glass of red wine, her personal favorite. the shifting of her lean arms also shifted the short blue top she wore, sleeveless and cutting off just beneath her chest. It supported her appealing curves well, showing off her toned body and deeply tanned skin. She pulle don one of her black fighting gloves, letting her eyes wander again around the Haven. She shifted, pulling her pair of black sheathed katana's from the loop on her belt and setting them on the table, definitely within reach. Her other hand lifted as she did so, touching he black skull positioned on her choker just at the hallow of her neck.
She glanced at the bartender, watching as he pulled out a bottle of wine and poured the wonderful red liquid into a glass. And, wondefully enough, her vision was hardly impaired by the eyepatch located over her left eye. In fact, as she looked at the people around her, she hardly seemed to notice, as if it weren't there at all.
The feminine form turned slightly on a boot heel, walking through the tables towards an empty one by the bar. Her claimed booth in the dark corner was left unvisited tonight... for some reason, she wasn't in the mood. She slid into a chair, her form fitting, slightly streachy, thigh showing blue pants easily adjusting to the new leg positions. She rested her elbows on the wooden table, a thin black tail slipping through the wooden bars on the back of her chair, swishing contently around the chair legs. She tapped the front of her boot on the floor, leaning back as she watced the bartender, waiting to catch his eye. Her low cut pants helped reveal a smooth stomach, the black marks on her hips associated with the swishing tail.
A smile crossed her lips when she caught the bartenders eye, raising a hand and signaling for a glass of red wine, her personal favorite. the shifting of her lean arms also shifted the short blue top she wore, sleeveless and cutting off just beneath her chest. It supported her appealing curves well, showing off her toned body and deeply tanned skin. She pulle don one of her black fighting gloves, letting her eyes wander again around the Haven. She shifted, pulling her pair of black sheathed katana's from the loop on her belt and setting them on the table, definitely within reach. Her other hand lifted as she did so, touching he black skull positioned on her choker just at the hallow of her neck.
She glanced at the bartender, watching as he pulled out a bottle of wine and poured the wonderful red liquid into a glass. And, wondefully enough, her vision was hardly impaired by the eyepatch located over her left eye. In fact, as she looked at the people around her, she hardly seemed to notice, as if it weren't there at all.
