Bounty Awaiting

[Mistress]

Rules:

** Player Killing Allowed - Prepare yourselves.

** Mature Content Allowed - However, keep it simple, no real ERP.

** Make sure to post Perma-NPCs. However simple NPCs such as bartenders and the like, are not needed posting.

[Mistress]

A smallish black form padded into the tavern, licking her canine teeth she scanned the surroundings with deep purple eyes that seemed to sparkle in the dim light. Fur was tuft up on this skinny little form, making the wolf seemingly more wild than she really was. The strangest thing about her, was the silver collar that lined her throat. Shaking slightly, she sneered a moment before a pink tongue lolled ou and she breathed in the air with nose and mouth, tasting the scents of all inside.

Sighing she closesd her jaw and padded towards the far end of the establishment. There she layed down. Raising her head swiftly as she laid down, she whimpered, a look of pain upon her features. Resting her head down carefully, she whined lighty before settling down to rest in a shadowed corner of the establishement.

A small fae flitted over, darting around her. Resisting the urge to chomp down on it, she looked up with her purple eyes questioning.

"Can I get you anything?" The little pink haired insect asked.

"For now ... just a shot of whiskey." She mumbled out in a gruff tone, how the little fae guessed the wolf was more than just a pet, was beyond her. But the little barmaid flitted off to go fill the order in the busy bar.

[Taldric]

He opened the door loudly and swiftly, and stepped inside the tavern. "What have we here..." He thought to himself. The man glanced around at the other patrons. "Perhaps I could acquire some coin..." He peered at a man sitting in the corner ejoying some sort of tea.

He put his hood up, and stepped to the man. His dark grey cloak flowing behind him, he sat at the table. Little did the newcomer know, the table was near a wolf who was hiding in the shadows of the corner.

"Y..yes?" The man said.

"Name is Taldric." the cloaked figure mentioned.

Taldric smelled of dust and oil. He extended his fingerlessly gloved hand to the gentlemen. "Pleasure t'meet you."

[Mistress]

Raising her head swiftly at the suddan onslaught of scent the Human gifted to her as he so rudely sat down where he did not belong, she yelped suddanly, cringing in pain. A small droplet of blood fell to the wooden floor, it's dark crimson hue shivered as her pain became apparent from the collar around her neck.

Another human came over, setting down a shot glass of whiskey next to the wolf. Though as she bit down in pain, he jumpped back, startled and dashed off.

Slowly she moved her head back down and lapped up the whiskey in the glass swiftly, though since she didn't down it like most people, the look on her face was another disgusted feature.

Dark purple orbs glared up at the cloaked figure, but she finished her whiskey and wallowed in it's mind numbing effects.

[Taldric]

Taldric looks to the beast as it laps the liquor. He blinks for a moment. He competely ignores the man he sat down with, and moves towards the wolf a little, yet keeping his distance he kneels.

"'ello thar... A liquor drinker are ya?" He says.
He glances to the collar and decides two things.

"W..where is yer owner? and.. your bleeding..." He ponders for a moment not daring to reach toward the animal.

He stands, peering around for someone who could possibly own the wolf. His eyes fall upon the man he sat with, who was staring at the wolf himself.

"This yours?" Taldric motioned toward the animal.

"n.. no.." The man replied as he quickly got up and backed away."

[Mistress]

She rolled her eyes as he approached her and then sighed heavily. Knocking the glass over with her nose she crossed her paws and stared at him, those entrancing dark purple orbs never blinking.

"Humans ... such simple minded creatures. No wonder they were created for slavery. Mmm I came here on my own, though ... if you want to be my master ... I wouldn't mind so much ... " She murred in her words then let out a wolfish chuckle, the voice feminine though gruff.

"Oh don't worry yourself dear, I don't bite much." She winked and nodded towards the bar again, the fae who had looked her way nodded with a squeak and went about getting her more whiskey. Another drop of blood fell down, larger it spilled out and she whined for a brief moment.

[Taldric]

Taldric gasped for a moment hearing the words come from her mouth. After listening to what she had to say, he replied "A talking wolf. Well how could I refuse to be your master?"

He knelt down, a little closer this time. "Your eyes... Are odd for a wolfs. But no matter, you need some bandaging."

He then stands and looks to the barkeep. "Hey, y'got any bandages? My wolf is bleeding."

The fae lingered for a moment and then buzzed off. She returned a moment later with some rags. "This is best I c'n do!" She said in a tiny voice.

Taldric muttered and took the rags. "This will work."

He knelt down again to the injured one. "Have you a name?"

[Mistress]

Bringing whiskey and bandages, the Human server set them down with shaking hands. The poor man looked to be new to this place too, and most of the creatures that lurk within the darkness gathered in this haven.

She started to drink the whiskey again, and when she finished she licked her chops and looked back up a the man.

"My dear, I know I am injured, and frankly there isn't much you can do about it. However, it doesn't matter much." She snickered and left him with a wolfish grin.

"I think you're new here too ... am I right? A Free Man born out of slavery. Hop the first freighter off Earth to get here?"

Those intelligent purple orbs stared at him again, unblinking.

[Taldric]

He stood, looking down to the wolf. "A human? Yes. Slave? No. I avoided slavery like a rampant illness." He glanced to the bandages and the whiskey. Looking to the fae, he requested a rum which was promptly brought to him.

"I left earth because I had nothing there. Parents were slaves, my sister was a slave. But I have my freedom"

He took the shot of rum. "Well then, if there is nothing I can do, I will do nothing. And yes, I am new to this place, to this planet even." he glances around the tavern."

He looked back to the animal in front of him. "My name is Taldric, but you probably already heard me say that to the peasant who ran off."

[Mistress]

"I am Jess." She replied, simple and presentable enough for such a man. "Yes well, most Humans are born into slavery. Or handpicked by certain nobles. However, I have never had a slave ... though as it seems I am one." She chuckles lightly.

Moving to stand up she winces in pain and falls back to the ground, two more droplets of blood stained the wooden floor below the pair. Her tongue came out again as she breathed in a few more times, ears to the side.

"Excuse me, I am in pain."

[Taldric]

"Jess, eh? Here." He kneels down and looks for where her wound is. "Just let me put some rags where you are bleeding at least... so you do not lose more blood then necessary." He reaches for a couple rags as he examines her, not touching. He finally removes his hood to reveal brown hair at a medium length with brown eyes to match. Around his forehead is a black bandanna tied into a knot on the back of his head, with some lenght to the ends.

"So if I am a human, you are no ordinary wolf, no?" He continues to peer through the fur trying to find the source of her bleeding.

[Mistress]

Cringing and licking her teeth, pulling away slightly as he approached she grumbled. Finally, with a sigh, she let him near. The wound was her neck, behind the collar. The silver ornament, though beautifully inscribed with countless old runes of Ancient language, had spikes that parted her black fur and gouged into her black skin, letting more droplets of her life essence fall to the wooden floor.

"I told you, nothing you can do Taldric."

Carefully she set her head down upon her crossed paws. Someone had pulled on the collar, causing her to bleed more than the little spikes normally did.

"Do not bother with my wounds, it would serve you no justice."

Heavy purple eyes blinked several times.

"Indeed, I am no ordinary wolf. I am in fact not just wolf, but Dark Elven in descent as well. My mother was a Dark Elf Matron, my father a Werewolf."

[Taldric]

His brow furrowed. "Must you wear this collar?" He reaches to find the buckle. "Seems someone has put it on you with the intent of torture."

He leaned back on the heels of his feet. "Werewolf? I have only heard of those.. not actually seen one. Surely you jest.."

[Mistress]

She winces when he pulls on the collar some more, the spikes digging into her flesh with their ever biting silver sting. There was no end, it was a continuous metal loop that lined her. Unmoving, else it would rip at her neck some more.

However, she began to grow larger, the collar did too. The runes upon the glowing in a bright violet colour as she stood back on her haunches, growing into a much larger, hybrid form a werewolf.

Pitch black fur and long wicked claws from her fingers. She reared back with her black hair that ran into snow-white tips, as well a purple braid appeared the mess of locks. Baring her large teeth, but not to frighten, she whined in pain. Easily being larger than him, but not by too much vertically, she stared into his brown eyes with her deep purple ones, just as the violet runes faded back into their unmoving silver.

Buckling over onto her knees, she shifted again. Those runes twisted upon her silver collar and she became smaller. Pointed ears tipped out of her dark purplish-gray skin and her tail disappeared, claws and fangs. She became completely Dark Elven now, dressed in black duster with just a regular black t-shirt and cargo-pants, slipped on her feet were regular combat boots.

Her hair was completely snow-white now, just that purple braid that fell to the left side of her head contrasted against the girl. Breathing in and out heavily she looked up to him, with those same purple pools and lowered her ears slightly. Still in pain, and so very exhausted.

[Taldric]

Taldric falls back onto his rear as she begins her shift. He scoots back a few feet, watching in bewilderment, never seen anything like it. As she finally came to her final, dark elven form, he looked her over wondering how cuh a figure could come from such a hairy beast.

"wha.. "

He cleared his throat not trying to stare as he climbed to his feet. He tossed the shoulder area of his cloak over his shoulders. "How does this happen to one?"

[Mistress]

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. She counted each painful breath before she started become so dizzy she couldn't focus anymore. Those purple eyes stared at the Human with confusion. Blinking several times she started to fall. From her knees, she started forward, a slow motion to her as she fought back unconciousness.

The black won, washing over her as she slammed against the wooden floor. Drip, drop. Drip, drop. She was bleeding even more.

"Aww get that out of here!" The larger Human behind the bar yelled, he had an accent, something that made his wourds cough.

[Taldric]

He gives a soft yelp as she began to fall. Taldric tried to move to save her from her impending slam, but he was not quick enough. He winced as the dark elf landed, leaning to see if she was alright.

"Aww get that out of here!" The larger human eind the bar yelled.

Taldric glared to the man. "Shut yer mouth, y'want her to just get up and walk?? How about some water, y'fat oaf!"

The bigger man snorted. "NO! Take it out, or it will be thrown out!"

Taldric muttered under his breath as he rolled Jess onto her back, and scooped her up.

"Thank gods she's not in that... other.. body.." He thought to himself. Where was he to take her? He did not know as he stepped out of the tavern and into the other parts of the ship. "Ah ha.. I'll get her a room at the inn and look after her.. I am her master now, after all." He quietly said to himself, looking for someone to ask where the nearest Inn was. Finally, he had arrived.

[Mistress]

Still unconcious the woman lay in his arms like a rag doll. The collar moved and blood dripped from her once more, leaving a small trail upon the plated metal bulkhead outside of the Tavern.

They moved to one of the Inn's in the large ship, pass the open area that was as large as a sea, if it didn't already hold one.

Inside it was just as rustic as the Tavern, decorated with wood. The desk held a bell and something not many would see behind it. A Gnome, standing on a stool, combing his beard.

"Oh hello there! Ya need a room for the night! I've got just the one for ya! Here take these keys! Ya pay two gold up front and then it is only fifteen silver for additional nights ya see! Oh here we go, up the stairs!"

It held the keys and climbed up the stairs, much as an infant would. Showing him the way. The keyholes, without surprise, were perfect height for the Gnome to reach, but rather akward for the Human and Dark Elven female he held. But as he opened the room, it revealed a bed and fireplace much more suitable to their size.

"Now now, set her down and don'tcha wake her up ya see! Then pay me."

[Taldric]

He delicately sets her on the bed, and fishes out two coins painted gold. Real looking they were. "Could I bother you for a pale of water and a rag?" He looked to the gnome who nodded and toddled off.

Taldric sighed, examining the collar. A moment or two later, the gnome comes back with a rag and water. "My thanks, little one." He said as he dipped the rag into the water. The water seemed a bit warm. Taldric grunted, and watched the gnome shut the door, and leave.

He put his finger into the water, and closed his eyes muttering a few simple words. With that, the water turned a cool temperature. Now, he took the cool rag and placed it upon her forehead after ringing it out.

"A blacksmith, maybe a blacksmith can take that off..." He peered to the silver collar.

[Mistress]

Sleep is what she needed, and while in her wolven form, the alcohol helped to subdue her. So now she lays limp on the handcrafted multi-colored quilt upon the large bed, with a man she doesn't know dabbing at her forhead with a cool cloth she cannot see.

Perhaps an hour passed, time was not relevent in this situation. However, she started to heal, and the wounds around her neck were no longer as severe. Only the tiny tips of silver pushed into her skin, and frankly, those healed into akward looking dips, though the area was sensitive.

She began to awaken, those cool purple eyes blinking slightly as she refocued upon the male tending to her. Strangely enough, her first reaction was hostility, she didn't rememberh him. So without further hesitation, conceled weapons within her coat were pulled out. Twin blades, curved to match thin scimitars with etchings in black down the dull side of the blade. She crossed them, pressing against his own neck, making a sicissor that could more than likely lop off his head with her strength. However, she relaxed her snarling features and slipped the swords back into holsters that lined her spine.

"Excuse my behaviour, I did not realize it was you."

[Taldric]

Frozen, he looks down at the blades. "eh.. it's.. alright.." His hands slightly in the air. He relaxes as she pulls the blades away. "I did not mean to startle you... I about nodded off. How is it you feel?"

He put the rag down and stood by the bed, examining her. "something told me to remove your duster before you laid down. " He smirke, glancing at the blades.

[Mistress]

"Then next time remove it and you would have seen I was armed." The weapons were conceled again within her coat and even taking a second glance, no one would have suspected she was armed.

"So Master, now that I have healed. What is it you wish of me?"

Her long ago sultry manner didn't escape from her words, however it was the least thing on her mind at the moment. So long as that collar was upon her neck, she lived to serve.

"And try as you might, no one but the person who put this on my neck can remove it."

[Taldric]

He looked at the collar for a moment, thinking. "Very well. It shall remain. Until you wish to persue the one who created it at least." He stood up, looking around the room.

"Well, we have a room for the night. I hunger though. Perhaps you could show me a fine place to eat that will not kick us out, hm?" He smirked.

He stepped to the chest of drawers, and set his pack down, and removed his cloak. His grey leather tunic fit tightly to his toned body. The tunic matched the black pants he wore which seemed to fit a little loose. He reached over, and rubbed his shoulder, apparently trying to work out some sort of kink.

[Mistress]

"All places here are welcome to most, however you can also order in. Though I would recomend heading to the local food court. It is down two levels and serves humanoids."

Sitting up she crossed her legs for a brief moment before slipping something into her hand. It was shadowed at first, but soon enough a lighter was pulled into view. Knocking back the silver top she stared at him with those deep purple orbs and set the white cylinder upon her lips before flicking the flint and lighting the cigarette. Fire reflected in her dark eyes, casting another shadow on her dark grey skin in the dim lighting of the room.

It was obvious she was dangerous, even with her cool movements and odd behaviour. So as she sucked upon the foul object, she brushed a hand through her snow-white hair, letting those layered bangs fall across her left eye leaving only a sparkled reflection of the burning cherry at the end of her smoke.

"I could eat as well, however you are the Master now. So choose to your hearts content, Taldric."

Pulling her coat behind her, so she didn't sit on its long tails, she waited patiently for his response.

[Taldric]

He winced slightly as he adjusted his shoulder. He pulled his fingerless gloves tightly to his hand, and turned to her. "Got one for me, Jess?" He felt odd saying her name so casually since he just met her not 3 hours ago.

"You must remember I am new here, so you will have to escort me and show me to this dining place for humanoids." He stroked his rough face. It was obvious he hadn't shaved in a few days, maybe a week. A thin lock of hair fell to the side of his face, slightly coverhing his eye. "By the way, I like your coat thar."

At every movement of his left arm he winced slightly as the muscles tightened and relaxed.

[Mistress]

She hands him one of her cigaretts and nods slightly, raising the lighter for him to light it. Standing up, she was much shorter than he, but her ears raised up and she looked vicious with that twisted little smirk upon her face.

"It is yours if you wish it."

With that final statement, she readjusted the collar of her coat, so it stood up slightly, away from the silver collar around her thin neck. Moving towards the door, she crouched and opened it, revealing the rustic hall. Knowing exactly where they were, she started down the hall and the stairs, throwing only a brief glance to the little Gnome behind the desk.

"This way ... "

Taking another drag of her cigarette, she started down the cooridoor of the ship towards a dark hallway. Moving swiftly, her coat picked up in the breeze, hair drifting to the side as she sliped down the hall with grace. Darkness set in as this part had no lighting.

" ... becareful, Taldric. You don't know what kindof creatures lurk in these halls." The shine of her eyes, reflecting from the dim light behind them, helped to locate her. However soon enough the cherry of her cigarette lit up her face as she took the last drag and flicked it out, watching the sparks fall into oblivion.

Sounds could be heard down the dark hall, creatures moving. Shuffles and snarls.

[Taldric]

He looked down into her orbs, wondering the thoughts that ran through her head. He politely took the tobacco stick, and put it between his lips. Leaning in to get a light, he squinted at the flame. He took his first drag in a week or two, and enjoyed it. After a moment of clarity, he spoke.

"I do not want yours, I want one of my own. It looks comfortable and has lots of pockets." Taldric smirked to himself knowing that more pockets, meant more loot to hold.

He followed her outside the room and into the darkness. Slightly disoriented, he followed the lit cherry in front of him as he took several drags of his own cigarette. He became much more alert as he heard the scurrying of what he assumed to be vermin.

"Well, perhaps this will help." He commented, as he closed his hand tightly, and opened it conjuring a baseball sized flame to hover in his hand, about a half an inch from his skin. He held it up and out, using it somewhat as a light.

[Mistress]

She squinted at the light, the suddan appearance made her eyes hurt as she had been well adjusted to the dark. Closing her eyes for several seconds she gently opened them, peering out into the now lit area.

He could see vermin, a few rats running past. However slightly further away, where his orb turned the light gray, there was another humanoid. However it had whiskers and a long pink tail. A wererat, seemingly descended from Humanity as well. This is what she was snarling at.

Baring her teeth again she growled low at the were, eyeing the little dagger that had been present. Seems he was waiting for someone like Taldric to wander down the halls. However, he smelled what she was, and backed away slowly, allowing them passage down the dark halls.

Her nose twitched, something else was present. However she remained as Drow, she pulled her little twin scimitars from behind and presented them to whatever else was waiting down that hall.

[Taldric]

Taldric raised a brow as he made out what was in front of them. As the were stepped aside, he eyed it and gave a soft grunt as they passed it.

"Is the entire walk like this?" He asked as he followed her lead and drew his trusty rapier from his side sheath. He couldn't help but examine her from the back as they walked.

[Mistress]

"Yes, and there is something else present. Something much stronger than the rat we passed. Keep on your guard."

Just as she finished that sentance, something vile approached hissing. Only fangs could be seen admist the clash of steel to flesh. And then a thud in the darkness, a head rolling into view of a very confused looking woman. However, it was not Jess, but someone with much lighter skin tone. Soon enough though, it and its body erupted into flames.

"Vampire, hmm. I didn't know there was a clan around here. Must be new, it was not Anicent. Anyway, we're not going too much further. The elevator is just around that corner."

With this, she sheathed her weapons and shapeshifted in the darkness. Eyes flashing that reflection that could send chills down even the most hardened of spines. The violet glow sung out into the black as she fell on all fours and turned back into that of the wild looking wolf she was when they first met.

"This way ... " She spoke in a gruff voice. " ... what better a Master with a pet wolf."

[Taldric]

Taldric looked where the head combusted, "Y'know, it seems I can never get away from those parasites." He grunted, and looked up at the now shifted Jess. He shuddered slightly, thinking about how it must feel to shift like she does. But, that was a conversation saved for later.

He pulled his hand from under the ball of flame, and manipulated it's position with his finger, making it float about 5 feet in front of them so they may see what was ahead. taldric looked to the wolf beside him, and then up as they approached the corner. He gripped his blade tightly, hoping that the eatery was close. The hunger pains in his stomach were growing worse as the grumbling was heard.

[Mistress]

Padding around the corner, making sure the area was clear, she sniffed the base of the elvator then jumped up, pushing a paw on the down arrow and waited. Soon enough the light hum of the elvator was heard and the ding that echoed throughout the halls was welcome to their ears. Stepping inside, she jumpped up and pushed the button with her nose. It was marked Floor 8104.

When they arrived upon the floor, the ding was heard and the doors swooshed open, revealing a very lively and bright food court. It was as if all the different kinds of food you wanted, was spread out in each its own kiosk, resteraunt or booth.

Tongue lolling out, she sniffed the air and smirked at the obviously hungry man, before guiding him to an area that was more suitable to his tastes.

"Believe me, you should remain upon this side. They serve Human on two of the furthest Kiosks." Chuckling with her wolfish voice she remains quiet, as not to pick up much attention.

[Taldric]

Taldric looked to the wolf, and smirked as they got onto the elevator. He put his blade away and extinguished his flame with a simple gesture.

"I do hope I don't have to wait very long for some grub and a drink.." He said as the ascended.

*ding*

Finally they stepped off of the elevator, as his senses were assulted by the smells of freshly cooked food.

He peered around at the crowd, following the wolf and nodding at what she said. Taldric moved through the crowd looking to all of the different food suppliers. Perhaps a few of the people he bumped into was purposeful. He grinned and slipped a few things into his pouch as the moved. Finally, a clearing wher ehe could easily see all which was going on. Taldric looked to the wolf and scratched her on the head and behind the ears to not look suspicious.

"Well, here we are." He said peering around.

[Mistress]

She blinked at the pat, licking her teeth and looking up at him. Unused to such a gesture she shrugged it off and sat down next to him, waiting for him to choose a specific place he would like to eat. However, when he just stood around she started walking off to the nearest place.

Behind the counter of this booth stood a tall man, pale in features, with long bronze colored hair. Two little pointed ears peeked out from his long hair, but his fannged grin and clawed fingers gave her further indication as to what creature serves here.

"What will you have?" He spoke with an accent, hovering over his H and I as if he couldn't quite bite down enough to say it correctly.

The plastic guard seperating the food from the customer held many hot pans filled with deliciosly spiced meats. However, no vegetable could be seen. A menu behind the man dipicted words in both common and Draconic.

"Come now ... choose before I decide to take a bite of you." He giggled like a young girl, obviously flirting with Taldric. Another sign was noticble, it read CREDITS ONLY.

Peeking up at the Human, she wondered if he held a credit card.

[Taldric]

He followed the wolf to the counter with the strange... man and the meats. Taldric blinked as the man seemed to flirt.

"Umm.. Yea... I'll just have two plates of meat please..." He spoke as he noticed the sign CREDITS ONLY. He smirked, and pulled out what he had gotten from the stranger he bumped into earlier.

"Please, slide your credit card here." The man seemed VERY happy that Taldric was ordering from here. He smiled at Taldric eyeing him.

"Less talk, more service." Taldric said as he looked down to slide the stolen card.

The man smiled and looked him over before moving to get the order.

"Oy... I'll be glad when we can sit and eat.. " Tal said as the machine began the transaction.

[Mistress]

Watching as he slid the card into the machine, it calculated the total cost of the reduction to the card, then spit it back out for Taldric to take. Soon enough, the Dragon had served up two heaping plates of some red meat mixed with white and handed it to the man with a wink.

The plates smelled sweet and spicy all together, and only made the girl whimper her hunger out. Dragon-man looked down at her with curiousity, but ignored her as he went to playfully flirting with Taldric.

Leading the way through the crowd, she found a pair of chairs and a small table next to some more sparsly occupated tables. Climbing up on the chair she waited patiently for him to set her plate down.

[Taldric]

Taldric Shuddered and watched the man closely after slipping his new card back into his pouch. He then took the plates from the questionable man, and followed the wolf through the crowd, and found the table.

As Jess hopped into her seat, Taldric set a plate in front of her. He sat down and began hastily eating his meat. He began to wonder if it was normal to have a wolf sitting at a table, eating a meal. Not wanting to give susppicion, he did not say anything to the wolf, but only glanced to her on occasion as he chewed.

[Mistress]

Doing just what a poofy looking canine would do, she wolfed down the meat in large bites, barely chewing as satisfaction hit her stomach. Finishing her plate swiftly she licked it up, as the animal she was and then licked her chops, happily finishing her meal.

Looking back up to him she smirked again, a white tooth poking out of the side of her black lip. "Hm?" She grunted, wondering why he was staring.

No one seemed to care less, in fact, it seemed rather normal for the wolf to eat at the table. Perhaps they were all occustomed to strange occourances. In that sense, a rather large cloud creeped up over head and passed over the population, letting down a light dusting of snow.

[Taldric]

Taldric scarfed down his meat, finishing just a few moments after to wolf. He delicately wiped his mouth, and put the napkin down.

"So what's your story?" He looked to the wolf. He pulled out another cigarette from a pocket. "Got another light?"

[Mistress]

She licked her chops, pink tongue running out over her piercing white canines and the shadowy black fur of her muzzle. Then a light chuckle started from her, sneezing out some laughter she reared back nearly falling from the chair before dropping her paws upon the table. Calming down enough, only little snickers filling the air about them, she looked up at him and smirked, nodding a few times.

"First off, if you'd like me to shift and give you my lighter, I will, however don't you have fire of your own?" She sat there, lips curled into a wolfish grin as she awaited his response.

[Taldric]

He smirked a little.

"If you do not mind, I like your other form better, Jess." He set his dirty plate and things aside, while he played with the cigarette between his lips. "Aye, I do have my own light though I like using yours more." He winked to her.

"Do you need to leave the table to shift?"

[Mistress]

She answered his last question by jumping off the chair and shifting into her Dark Elven form. However she kept some claws upon her fingertips, her pointed ears upon the top of her head and a tail that moved in her coat. Flicking apart the buttons on the tails of her coat, she let the tail slip through and wagged it a moment before letting it rest. Reaching into her pocket she procured the lighter, sparking the flint with a clawed thumb and reaching over to him to allow the cigarette to be lit.

Then when he was finished, she placed her own slender cigarette upon her lips, lighting it up and breathing in deep its noxious fumes. As the smoke slowly rises from her she dusted off the snow upon her coat and shook the rest off. Returning to her seat she began to tell of her story.

"So I was born of a Dark Elven Matron and a Werewolf Bounty Hunter. Daddy raised me, taught me what's what and smarted me up. Gave me these swords acctually. Though, about six years ago, we were passing through a sector well known to hold many Vampiric clans.

We stopped at a station, needed to for repairs. Filled to the brink with New Soul Vampires. However, someone else who stopped in was something older, an Anicent Vampire had come in, recently escaping from a mental asylum kept by the Queen herself.

For some odd reason the man picked us out of the crowd and started right towards us, gun in hand. He shot my dad, right between the eyes with a laser pistol. Then he came for me, too close to use his pistol he grabbed a nice dagger from his belt, beautiful thing, so delicately shaped ...

Pinned me down in the crowd of young Vampires who wanted nothing more than to taste my blood. Brought that dagger up, shining in the dim light of the station and teased me with it. And with such a wicked grin, he cut into himself first. Carved upon his cheek, near slicing his cheek open. Then he carved on my cheek, trying to shush me. Its where I got these scars ... "

She drew clawed finger tips across the scars upon her cheek. Forming that cross she so desperately hated. And as her eyes burned with the reminicense of such an act, she growled low.

" ... I don't remember what happened after that. Just sat on my ship alone, with no one bothering me. I took off and sought out my mother. That was a bad idea. I was a slave to her, even with the color in my hair I was not of pure blood and she despised me. However their God rules no abortions. Only death after birth. Sorry for her, my father was there and had taken me away.

But ... after being beaten and toyed with for her amusement, I had enough and made my own coin, enough to buy a ship and leave. I still keep my clan color however, as much as I abohr that woman, she is still my mother.

Getting bored yet? I have plenty more to tell." She smirked.

[Taldric]

He leans closer onto the table, resting on his elbows. He examined the scars as well as the rest of her face.

"No no, go on. I guess I am just surprised at your mothers behavior is all. Please though, continue. I am interested." He still looked over her face, and looked into her eyes as he waited for her to continue.

[Mistress]

"Dark Elves are cruel and evil. They do nothing but fight wars to gain power, and anything that amuses the nobles, they relish in. Not a society you wish to be in. More or so recently, a few years ago, I ran into a strange Demoness Weretiger and Half-demon Human man. Turns out, we spent a long time on a ship alone drifting into space. Shit happened and eventually we ended up on a planet with a crashed ship, I took off from them because I wanted little to do with their sex games and just wanted to be free, considering the woman wanted me dead.

So I stumbled upon a castle, figure that. A lone dark castle in the middle of countless trees. Climbing inside, it seemingly abandoned, I remained there for shelter. Turns out, it was a home to ... you know I don't even know what he was ... well he was the one who put this collar on me. Demanded absolute obedience, continued to infuse magic into this silver.

So I became a new kindof slave. Obediant to any who is my master. Since I freed myself from that man. I've tried countless times to remove this, they have all failed. Since you are my master, you have my obediance. Unless you sell me or get rid of me, I am your slave."

She eyed him again, taking a drag of the cigarette once more.

[Taldric]

he bit his lip, listening to her tale.

"I see... so then how did you become a werewolf if I may ask? And, if I am your master... are my requests limitless?" He inhaled on the cigarette causing the cherry to glow. He didn't seem to mind the snow falling on him as he leaned on the table, still looking at her purple orbs.

[Mistress]

"Taldric, did you not hear me? My father was a werewolf. I was born this way. As for your requests, yes they are limitless."

Lowering her ears to the side she took another drag of the cigarette, staring at him as he stared at her. The slight reflection of her eyes, showing off the animal within her as she shifted slightly, blowing out the smoke through thin lips.

"Do you have any requests, Master?" She gestured with her hand, the one that contained the white cylinder. Flicking the ash from it, she briefly took her eyes off him, then returned her gaze.

[Taldric]

"No." He simply put. "With my family being slaves, I am not privy to having one myself. I am usually alone." He took another drag as he eyed her actions for a moment.

"It would be hypocritical of me I'm afraid. I'm sure you understand, and probably don't mind." He smirked as he flicked his own ashes to the side. "Forgive me though, I must have missed what you said about your father, perhaps caught in my own thoughts."

[Mistress]

"Unfortunately I am slave and not a companion. So if you don't wish me around, simply sell me or give me away to the next person who asks."

She crossed her legs again, finishing her cigarette and flicking it away. Really she was rather uncaring for her situation, possible brainwashing or training, who knows.

[Taldric]

"Very well. I shall keep you as a slave. Perhaps you could be of... use.." He took a final drag and put his cigarette out on the table.

"Well then, so you have been a slave most of your life? I assume no time for husbands, children and the like?"

[Mistress]

"I have only been a slave for the past three years, Taldric." She smirks as he puts his cigarette out, Humans were such interesting creatures. "No, I had no children or Husbands. I'm fifty-five years old."

Uncrossing her legs she flicks her ears forward and readjusts her seat, moving her tail to the side to get a bit more comfortable. Pulling the collar of her jacket up again, she blinks and looks up at him again through her white bangs.