Yahya
(#45002515)
Level 8 Spiral
Familiar
Violet of Trickmurk
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Energy: 44/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.11 m
Wingspan
2.36 m
Weight
65 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Cherub
Cherub
Eldritch
Morph
Morph
Grape
Lace
Lace
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Spiral
EXP: 932 / 16009
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
Yahya
Mysterious/Sophisticated/Peceptive/Tactful
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Day 1: Hello There The clinking of glasses echoed throughout the tavern, booming roars and shouts coming from a group of Guardians in the corner who were playing a game of Scales and Tails. There was a sleeping Skydancer in the corner, hugging a bottle of beer as if it were a deity doll and a group of Nocturnes who were anxiously watching a door on the second floor, flexing their talons. A wildclaw who had been cut off moments ago was drunkenly daring everyone to a fight, while most of the patrons just laughed at the spectacle of a staggering Wildclaw. In the back of the place was a long bar the stretched to cover the whole back part of the building, a single red and pink Imperial washing some dishes and serving beverages. Yahya, who had just walked in, decided that she would be the owner of this place, or at least a worker. He had caught wind of this place recently, hearing that it was almost a central hub for more...dirty work, but stayed under the radar because of its appearance of a tavern and the owner’s extremely strict policies. The Spiral walked forwards, past the group of Nocturnes who had still not moved from their spot, and past the group of snarling and roaring Guardians. He curled himself around one of the bar stools, away from the rest of the patrons, and leaned forwards slightly to catch the Imperials attention. She noticed him in nearly an instant and walked over to him, shaking up some sort of drink. “Why, hello there! What can I get you?”, she asked warmly, a kind smile on her lips. Her eyes deceived her though, they were calculating and currently evaluating him. Taking note of all of this, Yahya replied, “just a Cool Amber, thank you.” The Imperial nodded and hurried away, pouring the current drink she was making into a lounging Coatl’s glass, the Coatl in turn sliding the Imperial a few gold pieces. The Imperial then took a bottle off of a shelf and took out a new glass, walking over to him and pouring out the amber liquid. Yahya nodded once to her, taking out a few gold coins before placing them on the table. The Imperial swiped them up, tilting her head to him. “Thank you kindly! Let me know if you want anything more...substantial.” Yahya quickly locked eyes with her after she said that last word, not quite understanding the hidden meaning she put behind it. The Imperial herself just giggled and turned around in a flurry of leather wings and silks (wait, was that a flash of steel?), heading to the next customer. The Spiral sniffed his drink before he took a long sip, savouring the sweet and smooth taste of the beverage, before setting it down again. The rumors were right, there was something going on in this place. And he was going to find out exactly what. Day 2: SPLAAT! + Divide “The Quillrunners should have won! That mediator was bribed, no way that Cirrus was outdone by some flamin’ upstart!” “Oh, shut it will you? The Lionsnakes played better; Nimbus made some killer plays. Nothing to do with bribes - the Quillrunners just suck!” “Ohohoho, really? Who beat the Dreadrams last year? Certainly not the Lionsnakes! That mediator was bought up, no doubt about it. Made slag calls the whole game!” “Yeah? Well you’re making some slag decisions, arguing with me.” “Whatcha gonna do pipsqueak?! What?!” The arguing continued, the two parties heatedly discussing the latest airball game. What had started as an offhand comment spiraled into a shouting match between the two groups who were loyal to opposite teams. Yahya lay a talon on his forehead, not so subtly glaring at the disruptors. The usually acceptably-loud tavern was always a nice place for him to come for a drink after a long day. Or, a good place for him to find work opportunities. Today, he had come to inquire about a possible job north of the Ashfall Waste, but Deathmourner wasn’t tending the bar tonight. Instead, it was a pale Pearlcatcher in a smart red suit who had not said one word to the Spiral the whole night. He hadn’t even stopped cleaning the glasses as the groups continued to yell. The shouting escalated even further, and there were sounds of chairs being pushed back and knocked over. Yahya curled his neck around to clearly see what was happening, his small glass of liquor forgotten for the time being. The two groups had condensed to two sides of the tavern, a solid divide between them. A few of them had gotten up and were getting in each other’s faces, pulling lips back and snarling. Yahya finally turned back around to the Pearlcatcher and looked imploringly at him, willing him to do something. The Spiral knew that if Deathmourner was currently tending the bar she would have shut them all up ages ago - and he also knew these patrons would not be acting this rowdy if she were present. The Pearlcatcher was watching the exchange intently, lifting a single brow-ridge when one of the dragons, a lime green Wildclaw, reached for one of the small sandwiches sitting on a plate. As if he could sense what would happen next, he put his rag down and quickly slid through a door behind the bar, into a backroom. Where was he going? Wasn’t it his job to stop this? Yahya turned his attention back to the group, making sure to keep all possible exits in sight in case things got violent - Deathmourner’s customers are all within the same umbrella of business, after all. A steel-blue Guardian stepped forward, raising his voice over the others and practically bellowing that all opinions beside his were wrong. More insults were thrown, tails lashed, teeth were barred, and then - “Nimbus is a pathetic excuse for an airball player - his father paid his way into the game!” “How DARE YOU!” The retort came out as a roar and suddenly something was hurled through the air. Yahya instinctively curled up, ready to spring into action, but the thing that was thrown was no weapon. SPLAAT! It was a sandwich that hit the Guardian square between the horns. Everything was suddenly silent, everyone watching the sauce from the sandwich drip down into his eyes.The Guardian’s face twisted into one of pure fury, the dragon who threw the food slinking away between his buddies, toe claw tapping at the floor. Before the Guardian could take one step forward, the backroom doors burst open and a large pink blur bustled out behind the bar. All heads snapped towards Deathmourner, the Imperial’s eyes narrowed and ears flattened. Her talons were laid plainly on the bar counter, wings opened fully on either side of her. In short? She looked terrifying. Yahya stayed still and out of the way, taking a small sip of his liquor while the dragon being stared down shrunk where they stood. After a long moment of silence, Deathmourner tilted her chin up and let a sneer curl her lips. Her wings relaxed, but her talons remained in full display. “I suggest”, she said slowly, smoothly, “That you either sit down and enjoy your beverages. Or leave. Take your pick. But the next dragon to yell, roar, or throw food will have me to worry about. Are we clear?” The two groups hastily nod, the Guardian meekly muttering, “Sorry miss Deathmourner…”. Watching the dragons all going back to their own tables, Deathmourner nodded in satisfaction. Turning to head back to the backroom, where the Pearlcatcher was waiting in the doorway, she noticed Yahya just before she passed through the doorway. She gave him a small, giggly smile and a wave - a far cry from her energy from a few moments ago - before slipping back into the backroom. The Pearlcatcher didn’t follow her, and instead took back up his post as bartender. He came to Yahya and gestured to his glass, but Yahya waved him off. It was about time to head home, perhaps... (by Deramadus) |
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