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Post by RushingWolf on Oct 4, 2012 16:19:14 GMT -5
Devyn slumped over the table, exhausted over the day's work. He had nearly been caught by a few shades earlier and though being caught in general wouldn't be good at all being caught by a shade would be worse. They were known for being brutes and treating criminals much worse than soldiers. Not that he particularly liked soldiers much either.
His hood was over his head in an attempt to block out most of the noise that was coming from inside the Tavern. Along with the smell that it had. The Southern quarter wasn't his favorite out of all the Quarters but for today it would have to do since it was the closest to where he had been. And as he glanced up he couldn't help but noticing all the thug looking cats that were inhabiting the tavern at the moment. Not that he was one to talk down on thugs but even he had class. These thugs were pathetic looking and obviously hadn't bathed in at least a week. He made a displeased face before putting his head back down. The second his fatigue was over he'd leave, that was for sure.
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Post by Kelvali on Oct 4, 2012 17:08:25 GMT -5
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What was it about the taverns that kept bringing the albino tom back to them? Yet again there he stood outside the south tavern door hestitating to open it. The cheerful, immature chuckles and roars of laughter floated on the sounds of subtle music as it drowned out any other noise not only within its walls but just outside as well. 'Do I require another drink this week...' Haven thought to himself as he stroked his chin. He must have looked mad just standing outside the doors. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt" he spoke to himself and with a shrug he pushed his way inside.
It was much more crowded than he had first thought, a bunch of brutes sung at one table--possibly drunk-- and at another table a bunch of thugs flirted stupidly with a she-cat tavern keeper. The albino tom simply rolled his eyes and continued toward the bar, pushing past a bunch of large bodies just to get through.
"Watch it!" Snarled a knarly looking tom cat, but Haven paid no head. And with a simple wave of his paw he dismissed the drunk fool back to his moronic drunk ways. "Ya better watch yourself, pretty boy" he spat as he grabbed a hold of Haven's shoulder, forcing the tom to stop in his tracks. Haven could feel the force of this tom's paw threatening to crush his shoulder. How good would a crushed shoulder prove for the leader of a guild.
"If I were you, I would watch yourself. Try to sober up the next time you'd like to pick a fight with me" he chuckled threateningly, ripping his shoulder from the brute's grip. Haven hissed softly before turning around and not bothering to look back.
Finally he had made it to the counter and was about to ask for a drink when he caught sight of another cat, not looking like he belonged to this bunch of rabble as much as Haven did. "Can you make that two mugs of ale, please?" he asked the tavern keeper. With two mugs in paw he made his way over and plopped one down in front of the hooded male. "Looks like you need it" he mewed as he took a sip of his own ale and took a seat in front of the dozing tom.
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Post by RushingWolf on Oct 6, 2012 14:45:17 GMT -5
The sound of a commotion brought a spark of interest to the tired tom and he couldn't resist looking up to see what it was. He'd looked up in time to see a drunk grab ahold of a hooded cat. Most cats would think that the drunk would obviously be the victor in this little tussle but Devyn knew a thing or two about judging looks and nothing. And he couldn't help but be a bit satisfied at that. Maybe that'll calm down the drunkards enough for him to get at least a little peace.
He put his head back down, expecting some peace but he ought to have known that a bar wasn't the best place for a nap unless you were wasted on alcohol. The clattering of the mugs full of ale and the voice of a tom made Devyn well aware of the presence of another cat sitting at the table he sat. And though he wasn't usually one for company, especially not when he was tired, he couldn't help but admit that the fact this stranger brought him some ale eased him up a little. Taking the the ale he drank from it up until he was satisfied and until the mug was about only half as full as it used to be before addressing the stranger.
"What brings you here, certainly not the drunks." Devyn said, realizing suddenly that it was the same tom that had put the drunken cat in its place. Suddenly he didn't feel annoyed about having been bothered and he could feel a smirk stretching across his face. The cat was certainly interesting from all he knew of him, perhaps a little chat wouldn't hurt. "Name's Devyn in case you're wonderin'"
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