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It was a dark, starry night the wind was blowing harsh lines in the dirt, and the trees where swaying as one in its wrath. The girl huddled her slender form closer as she bravely fought the harsh wind, nearly doubling over from its force. She had been walking all night, and hiding during the day, afraid of instant death that the rays of holy light bought. Her long, close fitted silk gown of darkest midnight fluttered errantly in the wind, her Raven locks keeping time with its erratic dance.
She surveys the dark damp forest around her, searching for a haven to rest in, escape the wind and hopefully socialise, it had been so long since she had come across others of her kind, the night angels or as some would refer to , the Night Devils, the seducers, the suckers, devils undead, the beautiful dangers.
Glancing up, her eyes squinting against the harsh, angry wind she suddenly notices a soft light in amongst the trees, snuggled securely into the forest. The makeup of its exterior was undetectable from her sight, due to the high winds, though she could just make out a sense of warmth, and the fine scent of blood and the enticing smell of vodka. She trudges her way, battling on until she comes to the wooden doors of the establishment, where she pauses a hand resting on the polished hard wood before collecting her thoughts and pushing open the door bravely.
Within that glance, she takes notice of the low light, assuming that it was low to cater for sensitive eyes, a though creeps into her head quickly must be for my kind, I know well that vampires are light sensitive, as well as the other sensitive beings.
Her eyes take a quick note of the large room, high wooden rafters, elegant Victorian couches, the tables and chairs around the room, the doors situated at different places around the room, the large staircase and the large, wooden bar which screams at her for attention. The smile on her creamy face grows, spreading as she senses happy, laughing customers around the spacious room. Her expressive eyes stray up to the rafters, where she sensed a presence performing tricks.
Slowly she walks in, her pause as she familiarises herself with the room lasting but a few seconds, before she glides towards an empty table and elegantly she takes a seat, her legs crossed she flings her shoulder length curls over her creamy exposed shoulders and patiently waits for service.
Releasing a soft, comfortable sigh she takes in the entertainment possibilities, a warm, dancing fire, green and read pool tables, a very interesting karaoke package and dartboards.
“Welcome to Lilith’s Bosom inn and bar ma’am, how may I serve yew this fine night?” a soft man’s voice breaks through her observations , making her turn back to face the man standing next to her table with a smile on his handsome face. His black hair draws her attention back up to his smiling, open face. She resists the urge to toy with his hair, so much like his. Her eyes scan quickly down his length, making note of his 5’6 height, and of the katana attached to his hip. Her eyes flicker back up to his slightly crimson eyes.
She leans back in the chair, hiding her fangs masterfully, creating the image of a rather plain mortal; she didn’t want any here to see her in her purest, most beautiful form, so she played the plain, strong woman. Pausing before she responds, unsure if blood was on the menu, she overhears another customer in the bar asking for a drink they referred to as Vodka. Vodka, it seemed to roll of her tongue in such a smooth way, not sure entirely what vodka was, but she decided to order it anyways.
”Vodka please, good sir! Yew have a lovely little place here, does it get very busy?” she inquires, with a friendly smile on her creamy, but rather forgettable face.
“Right away ma’am, oh my name Is Fenris by the way! And this place is like my home, the staff my family!, Though I do not own it, The Lady Polgara does” Returning the friendly smile, he heads off to the bar, a spring in his step. Coming back moments later with the drink, he places it in front of her , a large elaborately decorate goblet, she leans in closer, the glittering jewels reflected in her mirror like eyes as she absorbs the sheer size of the glittering goblet.
“Why don’t you grab one for yewrself?” the offer was put to him, as she leans over the goblet, openly admiring the decorations and elegance of its make, temporarily having forgotten the contents.
“I think I just might, I would rather like to get to know you better. Oh just a minute, ill join yew shortly a friend has just walked in!”With that he walks off. She rolls her eyes, so much for his company. Her eyes flicker to the door, now two half closed orbs of green, as another one of her kind walks in, with a rather loud statement, and a smirk.
“Hmm? A vampire bar? Perhaps this place can give me more entertainment than the battlefield outside.. Fancy meeting you all here, my brethren.” The stranger states her eyes yet again do a quick study of the characters appearance, searching for any hint of danger. Her eyes sweep over his clothing, curiously. I bet his good to talk to, strangely garbed but suits him...hmmmm lets have some fuunnn.. Her agile mind speeds up, processing before coming up with a possible way to get company, a simple way though. Comment back.
“Shock horror, tis another stranger! Oh my GOSH what happens when yew visit a bar? Hehehe yew meets new people!” She starts to laugh, not noticing the owner of the establishment making her way downstairs, and gliding over with a disgruntled, ‘I will brook no rudeness’ look on her face. She pauses, suddenly noticing the appearance of a rather menacing threat now standing next to her table, obviously not the happiest with her. Oh crap, what have I done now!! Her thoughts freeze, none of her distress coming into her face, or betrayed by her expressive eyes. She turns to the lady, nothing but respect in her mannerisms.
Her eyes slowly absorb the sight of elaborate battle armour, polished until it would shine, normal. This time the purple custom designed armour bears the signs of dents, from the strike of a multitude of weapons and is coated in a thick, slimy coat of finest reds, deepest blacks and an occasional splash of goo green, all signs of a well practice fighter used to winning, used to the taste of pure blood on a keen weapon of choice, of a warrior unafraid of blood.
“It will be okay young one! I run a kind inn/bar; no one will cause a raucous... At least not for very long!” The growl that sounded deep within the lady’s chest rumbled throughout the inn, growing in ferocity to emphasis her point though she kept a grin on her face. This is a lady used to war, and used to being obeyed clearly, most unusual appearance, though the armour does suit her flawlessly. Though, I probably could knock her out, I don’t want to, but if I must I must. I would rather make a friend than an enemy.
Pausing, she takes but a second to reply, making sure her voice sounded sincere and reverent, she had no desire for trouble.”Tis just a comment said in jest, forgive the misunderstanding, good madam!” She waits, curious to see if she had chosen the right words, she hopes to have balanced respect, sincerity and reverence as well as she used to. How peculiar. Her gaze drifts over to Fenris, watching as he speeds throughout the inn attempting to help who he could, before turning back to the obvious owner of the establishment, disturbing her deep set growling with a pleading request for help.

“Hun slow down, you’re going to ruin your life by rushing, have no fear for my patrons get served in well time! They are patient, I promise. Besides I have been helping you” She points imperiously at the tray which had rapidly appeared in her hand, three golden goblets now visible, each reeking of blood. She stares as the bloods suddenly move past her table, the owner going with it, to serve patrons up the back. So they do serve blood here, hmmm that situation could of been sticky, guess I’m still as smooth as I was back then!

She places one toned arm on the table, and delicately drops her head to lean on her hand, as the other lifts the glittering goblet up to her lips, each movement careful to exude friendliness.
“Here you go young one!” a rather childish voice announces next to her, her gaze flickers up, a clear forest green, and notices the childish grin coming from the owner of the establishment, an obvious attempt of an apology, how cute. She smiles back, a smoothing, ‘it’s okay’ sort of smile as she accepts the bottle. She looks at the contents, the smell of fresh warm blood wafting out of its depths and enticing her senses. “Oooh a bottle of warm B- blood, fresh by the scent, thank yew! I was in sore need of refreshment! Have no fear good ma am I am often misunderstood, my comments in particular” was the well plotted reply, she leans back lightly, eyes dancing as she watches the room, taking in the sudden appearance of the man from before at her side.