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A meeting for the Knights of Lyrus is being hosted by Commander Kodarki in the Red Waste!
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Knight

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Posted on Jan 14 2018, 12:08 AM. (Edited: Jan 14 2018, 12:09 AM by Marauder.)
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being a druid is not a choice;

He didn't particularly want to be here, but it was better than the Wastes. When contemplating whether or not you wish to leave home, it's best to distance yourself from it. And contemplate he was. The Druid sifted through the thoughts in his head, weighing the pros against the cons and trying almost desperately to work out the over complicated equation. Then, to re-work it to the core. Figure out what the square root of all his issues with the Lyrus herd was.

But, there was none. He couldn't find fault with the way the herd was being run. He was simply being a bitter, selfish old fool and he knew it. There was no rhyme or reason to it at all. That was simply how he was.

Yet he hadn't always been so miserable. So on the edge and waiting to explode. Something was driving him to it, but he couldn't lay his figurative finger on it. 

There was a hollowness that had been there for over a decade but he'd always ignore it. The Druid knew the cause of that one, of course. Not that he wanted to think of it. Not now. Not ever. That not-so-little hole couldn't be filled, so it was best just ignored.

This was hardly a conversation to have with himself without ale. His tongue sought out something strong and bitter, and well. He'd found a bar. The place was busy and noisy but he claimed a quiet area in a dark corner, near enough to the bar he didn't need to move.

Well, the ginger overo bartender didn't give him chance to move. The guy sauntered over to him, a bright grin plastered onto his face as blue eyes landed on his cloaked face. He was clearly a youthful creature, and Marauder could almost imagine the annoying voice he had before he spoke.

The Druid levelled a glare at him from beneath the hood, almost daring him to irritate him.

it is a calling
OOC | Why the hell are all my pons like this? They've all got their sob sides.


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Posted on Jan 14 2018, 12:25 AM. (Edited: Jan 14 2018, 12:25 AM by Viktor.)
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we go way back, my mask and i

Oh boy, he was glad Anne Bonny didn't have to deal with this one. She would have kicked him out on sight. But Viktor? Viktor was intrigued from the very beginning. The man, obviously aged with the way his joints seemed to refuse to straighten the whole way, was covered in a dark brown cloak. It was frayed at the edges and clasped at the front with a strange insignia. A hand holding a flame.

He watched as the man made his way to the dark corner of the bar - the corner Viktor liked to refer to as the 'Badass Corner'. He couldn't hold back a smile and barely waited for the man to get comfortable before heading over to see what he wanted.

The overo stallion utterly ignored the mean glare sent his way, deciding to throw all his cards at this man before he'd even gotten started. The older stallion had issued him a silent challenge and Viktor felt the need to respond in full.

"Hey there, Mr. Mysterious," he spoke, throwing his full high-beam grin at his newest friend-to-be, even going as far to throw in a wink. If it was anything Viktor was good at, it was getting to the grumps. He would pride himself on it if he cared for that kind of thing, but he didn't.

"What can I get you?"

The spot the man had chosen was close enough to the bar that he could call out his order from where he placed himself, but Viktor couldn't wait for that. He'd wanted to sink his teeth into this man's hard outer shell. He could turn around. grab the man's drink, and hand it over the counter with little effort and neither of them would have to move.

If things went well, hey. He was almost free to leave soon. Perhaps he could hang around with the guy later? Viktor was itching to chat. 

OOC| Basically - Challenge accepted >Big Grin
 
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Knight

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Posted on Jan 14 2018, 1:10 AM.
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being a druid is not a choice;

So. The ginger hadn't gotten the message. Marauder was not impressed. In fact, looking at that shit eating grin on the other's face pissed him off already. He stood behind the bar, chest pressed up against it like he wanted to get closer to the Druid but the barrier prevented him.

His voice was smoother, slightly deeper than Marauder had imagined. He'd picture that typical 'I'm-childishly-happy-all-the-time' kind of sound, but it wasn't that. There was more depth to it. Maybe there was more depth to the man, too...

But then his words pissed Marauder off even more. Mr. Mysterious?

"Excuse me?" he deadpanned, but the bartender only offered him a giggle. A fucking giggle. That set off a little more of the anger in his chest. What was this child doing working a bar?

"Something strong and dark," he replied to the question he'd been waiting for. The drew his lower lip in between his teeth before forming an 'oh?' with his mouth. The words that followed forced the Druid to guffaw as the bartender turned his back to grab said beverage for him.

Something 'as dark as your soul' do for you?

The sound startled the Druid himself. When had been the last time he'd reacted to a statement of blatant disrespect like that? A long time ago, that's when. But this younger man had a rather infectious manner to him, one that seemed to seep under his skin in a pleasant way.

When the man in question turned around again, Marauder can't help but look at him with a little less glare and a minuscule hint more warmth.

it is a calling
OOC: :O Looks like Viktor's in the lead...


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Posted on Jan 14 2018, 1:44 AM.
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we go way back, my mask and i

He simply giggled at the old man's response. There was nothing he could do but giggle, hearing the words almost spat from the man's mouth in that harsh baritone. The voice from the cloaked stranger was deep beyond anything he'd ever heard before, and it held so much wisdom somewhere beneath the obvious bitterness. But it's not long before he gets through that.

Something dark and strong, eh?

Viktor can barely contain his smirk as he opens his mouth again, biting his lower lip to stop it from spreading across his face. Well, Mr. Grumpy walked straight into this one, didn't he?

"Oh?" he asked softly, his eyes shining green with mischief, "Will something as 'dark as your soul' do?"

Viktor turned his back to get the man his drink, grabbing the bitter beer on the shelf behind him. The sound of the old man's guffaw is like music to his ears, and Viktor can't help but rack up points on his scoreboard.

When he turns back, the overo man walked around from behind the bar to move closer to the cloaked man. He places the beer on the rock stack before him, and plants himself close to the man. Maybe a little too close, but the customer seems to ignore it.

Viktor needs the close proximity to settle the near-constant fear in his subconscious. The desperation for close contact and affection. A reassurance that the man he's talking to isn't going to just vanish into thin air like a figment of his imagination.

"So, what's with the cloak?" he asked, the light heartedness returning as if his mind hadn't just taken that dark turn. He spares a glance back at the bar, before drawing closer to the older man's ears - or, well, where he thought they were underneath the hood of his cloak.

"You know, you might want to take off the hood," he says lowly, "Wouldn't want the Barkeep to kick you out - she can get a little nasty."

It was a warning, not a threat and the man clearly understood. He glanced towards the bar before turning his head back to his drink, taking a gulp. To be honest, Viktor wanted to see what was hidden beneath that hood.

OOC| o.O
 
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Knight

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Posted on Jan 14 2018, 9:28 PM.
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being a druid is not a choice;

Maybe the old man's gaze lingered on the ginger as he swept around the bar to place his beverage right in front of his burnt face. But there was something about the way the young man moved, the way he held himself. There was a grace to his movements, a dancer's elegance. Or was it a fighter's elegance?

The Druid couldn't help but scrutinize him. The lean muscles underneath his skin, the shape of that athletic body. He was quite stunning. Attractive. He was an attractive creature. Alongside his physique was the spacial awareness he seemed to have, although it took some looking to notice it. The bartender didn't trip or stumble, he moved swiftly and easily around other figures like it was second nature - even those he couldn't possibly have seen. It was quite impressive.

Even the way the younger man stood close to him, shoulders almost brushing but not quite. They were close enough, Marauder suspected, for the younger man to feel his physical presence. Close enough that there would normally be the accidental bumping of shoulders every few seconds - but there was none. Beneath the hood, he frowned. There was far more to this man that he showed.

It was also strange that the Druid felt no urge to move away. Or glare him down until the man backed away, leaving him to his musings. But Marauder's first intentions when coming here had been swept under the carpet. This man was far too intriguing for him to pull his thoughts back or send the man away. In fact, he was tempted to close that miniscule distance between them and make contact with that gently sloping shoulder.

That was a conversation starter he had been expecting for some time now, but no one ever used. His cloak. The hood shrouding his head, covering the marred flesh of his head and neck. It wasn't covered because Marauder was self-conscious. Old habits died hard and well, he didn't enjoy it when people stared at his scars.

He didn't give the overo an answer, simply ignoring the statement to survey his dark brew. But then the pale pink lips were by his ear through the material, speaking in a low voice that made his gut clench.

It wasn't a threat, but a warning, and he spared a glance towards the bar. So, taking a sip of his beverage - and enjoying the bitter taste on his tongue - he let the hood of his cloak drop, rather peeved.

it is a calling
OOC: Oh? Is Mr. Grumps... feeling something?


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Posted on Jan 14 2018, 10:11 PM.
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we go way back, my mask and i

"Sugoi..." he trailed off, leaning closer to the older man's neck. The skin was burnt and scarred, a testament to the years the man had seen. To whatever horrific thing he had lived through. It showed how strong the man was.

From the man's forehead ran a white stripe, the skin lighter than the rest where he imagined a blaze would have been. It tinted the edges of his nostrils and around the man's pale, pupilless eyes the skin was a baby pink. It was a strange contradictory to the bitterness of the man's usual expressions. He could almost imagine the way the skin creased when the man honed his expression into that death glare he'd been offered not all that long ago. It almost made him laugh again.

Viktor found him strangely beautiful. Beneath his burnt flesh was evidence of hard muscle, but not so much to make him bulky or a heavy build. Rather, he was of a light build, but his hooves were trimmed with feathers. He found the contrast quite striking.

He couldn't stop his gaze from wandering further. The silence they had lapsed into was ignored, the hum of the brothel filling in the gaps. There was a tension in the air between them, but it wasn't a negative one. More the lingering sensation of something they both wanted, but neither could push for. It made his breath short, his heart thrumming in more of a flutter than the steady rhythm it held before. But Viktor couldn't pinpoint exactly when it had begun.

There were hints of dark mahogany hair beneath the collar of the material. It looked soft, like if he pressed his muzzle into it, would it be? Viktor drew in his bottom lip again, and chewed it gently to resist the temptation. What did the man's exposed skin feel like? Was it as rough, as rugged as it appeared?

OOC| Okay, it's getting real now
 
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Knight

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Posted on Jan 14 2018, 10:34 PM.
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being a druid is not a choice;

When the young man stared at him, it wasn't what he had expected. There was a vibrant green pigment in the ginger's blue eyes, and it shimmered brilliantly with wonder and something else as the foreign word slipped from his tongue.

Sugoi? Wasn't that Japanese? His pale eyes lingered on the man, sorting through his thoughts. The young man's voice had sounded a little... breathy. No, breathless. That was new. But then again, everything this man had presented him with was new. Marauder couldn't help but wonder how many languages that man's tongue could wrap around. What else his childish facade was hiding.

Because it had to be a facade. That bright smile had to be hiding something, it had to be. The way the man's eyes were glimmering as he traced over the shape of the burnt scars on his body was more than interest. It was an admiration. It was not what some shallow man-child would offer him. Hell, the man's body was more than what some man-child would have. It was one built up from sly movements and hard labour.

Marauder felt it too. The tension building in the air between them. It was like the static that clung in the air before a lightning storm. He couldn't place why the feeling was there, nor where it came from. But beneath the man's trailing gaze, the Druid felt... strange. Like he was too warm. His breath came shorter, and when the man bit his lower lip again Marauder could barely resist the urge to make physical contact with him.

In fact, the Druid couldn't resist it. It was a juvenile thing, he knew, but Marauder wanted to see how the man would react to his touch. If possible, the gap between them had shrunk. It took nothing at all to brush his shoulder against the ginger-haired one of the bartender.

What he wasn't expecting was the crackle of electricity it sent down his own spine. The brush quickly became more, a gentle pressure against the warmth of the man's body, his eyes lingering on the point where ginger hair met the rough material of his cloak. Suddenly, it felt like he should shed the damn thing.

it is a calling
OOC: Get a room, guys.


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Posted on Jan 14 2018, 11:53 PM.
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we go way back, my mask and i

He gasped. Viktor couldn't help it. The simply pressure on his shoulder took him by surprise, but the sensations elicited down his spinal chord was even more spectacular. It was like he'd been struck by lightning. The air in his lungs had dissipated all at once, and when he sucked the air in it was filled with the scent of worn leather, dried herbs.

His eyes met the questioning glance the older man offered him, and Viktor broke away. His face heated and his pulse surged. The lungful of scent he caught from the other man was doing strange things to his head and suddenly the proximity was making his stomach swim. He wanted something more. Wanted to be closer to the man.

His head turned back to the older man, regaining some control of his blush. To his surprise, the man hadn't moved away. In fact, the pale eyes were trained on Viktor with that same, intense look. Like he was stripping away the layers of the overo man. Seeing underneath his skin. Even as he took a sip of his drink, the eyes remained on him.

"You know," Viktor leaned in again, dipping his nose close enough that their foreheads almost touched. The curved horn on the man's nose briefly tickled the scars on the overo's nose. "We could take this somewhere more... private."

His blue eyes darted towards the back rooms before landing on the man again. Only to watch him do a spit-take as the meaning of Viktor's words sunk in. That stung, but he covered it with a laugh.

OOC| :O
 
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Posted on Jan 15 2018, 12:11 AM.
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being a druid is not a choice;

The younger man gasped, and it was magical. Not in the same sense as the ancient arts the Druid worked with, but in a new way. It was something beautiful, something that would sparkle if he could give it a colour.

When the ginger overo turned his head away, face red with a blush, Marauder couldn't look away. In fact, he drew his head closer to him, almost craning to see how the pink flushed the white side of his face. The Druid invoked his telekinesis to bring his beer to his lips, taking a sip without glancing away.

But soon, the man was looking at him again, those blue eyes sparkling with something more. He seemed bolder this time, bringing his face forward to almost press their foreheads together. Man was he tempted to close the distance again.

It took a few seconds for the words to sink in. Somewhere more private? The sly glance towards the back rooms of the brothel made him suddenly realise what the man meant. They were in a brothel, after all.

The liquid in his mouth was spewed all over the rock table, spat out through pursed lips in his shock. They'd just met. Sure, there was something between them - wait. Was there? Was that really what this was? But, Marauder was straight, wasn't he? He'd never been interested in a man. Not like that. Hell, he'd had a wife. They'd had a son together. Then again, since then he'd pushed everyone away. Never given himself a chance to feel again. And this son of a bitch had ruined all of that.

He was about to speak to the ginger, but was beaten to it. The laughter that had followed his rejection had sounded a little hollow to Marauder, but he couldn't exactly point it out.

"I'm just teasing you, silly," but was he? "I'd better get back to work. See you around, ne?"

With that, the ginger turned and sashayed back the other side of the bar, but he glanced back with a wink once or twice as he worked. Marauder simply finished up his drink, finding himself rather looking forward to heading back to the Red Wastes to sort through this newest revelation of his. For once, he actually felt like the ass he knew he was.

it is a calling
OOC: ~ Fin!~ Well, Marauder's a jerk.




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