Post by Dream-Lark on Sept 10, 2018 14:15:44 GMT -6
Featuring:
Darevan & Sochi
Setting:
Tavern in Skeldr Town, before Chapter 6
The stallion sighed as he pushed the door to the tavern open, scowling to himself as he entered the building. He let the wooden portal simply bang shut behind him, not bothering to close it nicely. He didn’t particularly feel nice today. Not that he really did any day. With heavy steps he moved to the bar, ordering a drink with a slap of shard-gripping purple teke on the aged wood. Those closest to the unicorn sensed the foul mood radiating from his body, slowly shifting away from the spot he’d chosen or returning to their tables with drinks or food.
There weren’t too many occupants inside the tavern this afternoon, it was just before normal hours, but by no means did that mean the place was empty. The unicorn took his mug, lifting it in a small gesture of thanks to the barkeep, before taking a large gulp. Oh, that was much better.
He supposed that a good drink made the afternoon better after all, but if he saw that little snot that thought he was going to make a raider--jaw clenched just thinking about the little bay horse, his lion’s tail lashing behind him. Amethyst eyes flickered down the bandage circling his left shoulder, scowl deepening.
WC 210 | Post 1
The stallion sighed as he pushed the door to the tavern open, scowling to himself as he entered the building. He let the wooden portal simply bang shut behind him, not bothering to close it nicely. He didn’t particularly feel nice today. Not that he really did any day. With heavy steps he moved to the bar, ordering a drink with a slap of shard-gripping purple teke on the aged wood. Those closest to the unicorn sensed the foul mood radiating from his body, slowly shifting away from the spot he’d chosen or returning to their tables with drinks or food.
There weren’t too many occupants inside the tavern this afternoon, it was just before normal hours, but by no means did that mean the place was empty. The unicorn took his mug, lifting it in a small gesture of thanks to the barkeep, before taking a large gulp. Oh, that was much better.
He supposed that a good drink made the afternoon better after all, but if he saw that little snot that thought he was going to make a raider--jaw clenched just thinking about the little bay horse, his lion’s tail lashing behind him. Amethyst eyes flickered down the bandage circling his left shoulder, scowl deepening.
WC 210 | Post 1
