Tavern by the Creek (The Curses) Part III

[TAOWolf]

The Fay're grins as she nears her destination, her shadowed face glowing in the ways, as she travels faster.....

"So very soooon..........."

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[Cyril Darkcloud]

He smiles his agreement at her suggestion of a swim and accepts the beeswax from her. “For you, then,” he says as he applies a small amount to the palm and fingers of his right hand. He prepares her tea and then sits quietly looking at the cliff wall, his eyes wandering upward and studying the stones of the craggy top of the waterfall area. His glance sweeps outward then, surveying the clearing and the wooded trail back to the tavern. A realization slowly emerges within his thinking and his body stiffens for a moment. Composing himself quickly, he glances at KayLisa who is still brushing her hair, relieved that she is somewhat distracted from the events of the previous night. Later, once the sun has more fully warmed the winds of this place and the breeze no longer brings a chilling touch to her he will climb to that high place and see if what he suspects is true.

[TAOWolf]

She finishes brushing her hair, and braids it into a long plait, throwing it over her shoulder. This simple act of ritual has calmed her inside, and she is restored *mostly* to her old self....

She pours a cup of tea, and kneeling by a pack, pulls out a wooden mug, and fills it with some of the elderberry wine, and takes this to Cyril, kissing him on the cheek.

She stands next to him, sipping her tea, and looking at the water, the bank, trees as if looking at them in a different light now.

She looks over her shoulder at the wolves and winks at them. They get up a few at a time, and start about their daily pack rituals, grooming and playing...One tiny wolf pup waddles its way to Cyril, and starts attacking his pants.

[Cyril Darkcloud]

ooc: Nice touch! *ROFLMFAO*

Post in progress.

[TAOWolf]

~THROUGH-OUT THE LAND~

A soft rumbling starts along the ley lines in the far North, and slowlys starts working its way thru the land. Along the ley lines in the North, anyone living near one suddenly begins to get headaches, and nightmares roam their dreams....

And old blind man, living just south of the Valley Tower in Mirwall, suddenly looks up with white eyes from his supper, and grimaces...
"The Forsaken........"He quickly motions his mute bond slave to bring paper and ink. He quickly writes 10 missives and instructs the slave to bind them to the hawks he keeps outside...

As the hawks fly like arrows to their destinations, he whispers, "It has begun, the Goddess help us all...."

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[Cyril Darkcloud]

He takes the cup from hand and slowly sips the wine, smiling slightly at the playful aggression of the pup. “So, you would be a warrior, then?” he says, distracting it with the sounding of his words within its ears. Reaching into a pouch he withdraws a small bundle of wound cloth wrapped in rabbit fur and, holding the cub’s eyes with it, flips it quickly from his hand that it might fly just over the pup’s head. He laughs at the quick transfer of aggressiveness from his clothing to the false rabbit. He studies the pup as he sips his wine, seeking clues to the manner in which it translates instinct into movement and comparing its spontaneity to the more ritualized patterns of movement he has observed within the older members of the pack.

[TAOWolf]

She laughs as the pup chases the bit of rabbit fur, attacking it with relish.... She watches Cyril's reaction to Grounder, noticing his interest in how the pup reacts...

She glances at Star, who has been watching all of this, and winks at her. Star blinks twice, then goes to the Alpha female and lays down, hiding her muzzle in her front paws, looking like she's trying to hide laughter, which is exactly what she's doing...

she finishes her tea, and stretches lazily, and starts undoing the buttons of the shirt, first taking the clasp and putting it on her cloak.
As she slowly drops the shirt to the ground, she turns to Cyril a twinkle in her purple eyes, "So, how about that swim?"

She slowly walks up to him, and runs her hand down his chest, resting her hand on his belt, her eyebrow raised....

[Cyril Darkcloud]

“First things first,” he smiles, pulling her close to himself and moving his lips to hers enjoying the lingering sweetness of her tea upon them. He allows his touch to linger a few moments along the sun-warmed smoothness of her back and, resisting the temptation to undo the braid in her hair, laughs softly, “To the water then.”

[TAOWolf]

She melts with the kiss, and before he can react, bites his lip softly..

She laughs, and unties the string of her pants, and steps out of them, the sunlight streaming down her bare body. She quickly bites him on the neck, and runs to the water, diving in....

[Neb]

Neb walked onwards towards the crypt, untroubled by the lost spirits that dwelled in this place, that gibbered in his mind and told him to turn back. He ignored them as just another part of his normal insanity, on his way towards the crypt he'd so far encountered a few skeletal undead, but they'd been easily disposed of.

Now he stood in front of the crypt, a wind sprang out of nowhere.... It chilled his bones to the marrow, chilled through his clothes. This was no normal wind, the Psionic ignored it, he took the last few steps towards the entrance to the crypt...