Post by Ruthalla Elanan on Jan 5, 2018 19:43:59 GMT
((Let me know if this opening works for you. <3))Ruth walked into the Sinking Slave inn a furious woman. Why, why did the undead have to go to this bog of a place? She wished the thing didn't think of mingling with the kelpies and other dangerous creatures. Ruth, for one, didn't like the thought of sinking into the ground and drowning, even if she had the magic to get herself out of the predicament. She supposed it was a smart move on the undead's part, if he wanted to escape capture, but still.
It was infuriating, and she couldn't let him run amok. Undead, especially the ones that went mad from their wretched immortality, were supposed to be locked up nice and tight in the Graveyard. This one escaped, somehow, and was on the loose wreaking havoc across the lands. The Undead city already issued a bounty for the creature, as well as Lledrith school while also dispatching their own hunters. Amateurs, the lot of them.
Ruth held one of those bounties between onyx-clawed fingers, and made a beeline for the bar. As always, upon seeing her freakish form, with her horns, red draconic wings and lashing tail, people gave her a wide berth. The hybrid was used to it, so much so she hardly paid mind to the stares she was getting. Instead, the woman slapped some coins onto the counter, and rumbled at the innkeeper.
"Food and drink for the road." Ruth growled, and then showed the man the piece of parchment with the undead's liking on it. "Where did this fucktard go?" She demanded, in the tone of someone who had to do this time and time again, to the point of irritation. The man obliged, apparently used to her type, but told her that he hadn't seen the wretched undead.
"How many of you are hunting for this guy anyway?" The barkeep said, scooping the coins and placing a wrapped package of dried meat and fruits on the table. Evidently, the inn at the edge of the Duskmire Woods got a surprising amount of traffic, considering it was on the verge of nowhere interesting.
More importantly though, the man's words made Ruth narrow her eyes at him. "What the hell do you mean, how many?" She demanded, and got a nod from the barkeep, in the direction of one of the tables. The half dragon peered over her shoulder, and spotted the man he indicated. Shady fellow, by the look of him.
Ruth rumbled in disapproval of someone else getting in her way of this job. Fingers moving swiftly, she snatched the bounty and the parcel of food off the table, and made her way right over to the other bounty-hunter.
The woman held herself like a warrior, with leather armor, chainmail underneath and steel plate cascading off her arms. With a bastard sword upon her back, nestled between her large wings, the woman cut an imposing figure to most people, and she knew that well. She stalked right up to the stranger's table, and slapped the bounty onto it, amber gaze furious as it locked onto him.
"Who the fuck are you, and why the fuck are you hunting this thing?"
Velyron Lonrenim