Reply to thread

Message

<blockquote data-quote="Drusilia Nailo" data-source="post: 820529" data-attributes="member: 2062">&quot;That's not enough money to stay here for the night,&quot; the innkeeper said scornfully, half turning away from Dru.&nbsp; A moment passed, and he turned back to look at her, his brows furrowing in thought.&nbsp; &quot;Wait.&nbsp; You're Naïlo's kid, aren't you?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru stiffened.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The innkeeper's tone changed.&nbsp; &quot;Well, I don't see any problem with you staying here tonight, then,&quot; he said.&nbsp; &quot;I can just put it on your father's tab.&quot;&nbsp; His smile was ingratiating, and Dru saw more than a glimmer of fear behind his eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;No,&quot; she said shortly, walking towards the door.&nbsp; &quot;I don't need anything from him.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Later that night...Dru sat in the darkened alleyway, leaning against a stone building.&nbsp; Her eyes were closed, but she was nowhere near relaxed enough to meditate.&nbsp; She'd tried that before.&nbsp; Once, a prostitute had brought her customer, a scrawney looking sailor, into the alley to ply her trade.&nbsp; Dru had watched in horrified silence, as she pressed herself back into the shadows to not be seen.&nbsp; Later,&nbsp; she&nbsp; actually drifted off into that semi-conscious state of trance.&nbsp; A blood covered child and mother, both with their throats cut, stared at her accusingly.&nbsp; &quot;Your hands are covered with our blood,&quot; the mother told her coldly.&nbsp; &quot;We were innocent.&nbsp; What did we ever do to you?&quot;&nbsp; Dru looked down at her hands, and saw that they were indeed soaked in rich red blood.&nbsp; She cried out, and burst into full consciousness, her eyes flying open.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;That must've been quite some dream,&quot; said a female voice, off to Dru's right somewhere.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru startled, and turned to look.&nbsp; &nbsp; A young human girl stood there.&nbsp; Her face would have been pretty, if it hadn't been covered in paint.&nbsp; She wasn't quite a woman yet, judging from her thin, unformed body, though she wore the clothes of one.&nbsp; Her skirt was short, and her top was low cut.&nbsp; There was little doubt to what this girl's profession was.&nbsp; There was also no doubt that she was unarmed.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru's shoulders relaxed, and she gave the girl a rueful smile.&nbsp; &quot;Yeah, it was,&quot; she said, leaning her head against the wall.&nbsp; &quot;I think that it's going to be a dream that&nbsp; I have for some time to come,&quot; she muttered to herself, trying to ignore the hungry growls of her stomach.&nbsp; &nbsp; The girl cocked her head to one side, and then shrugged when Dru wasn't more forthcoming.&nbsp; &quot;Haven't seen you around here before.&nbsp; You just run away from home?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru glared at her.&nbsp; &quot;I didn't run away.&nbsp; I left.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; The girl laughed.&nbsp; &quot;Whatever.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;No, I did just leave,&quot; Dru said, indignantly.&nbsp; &quot;I'm one hundred years old, and adult.&nbsp; I didn't run away.&nbsp; I yelled at my father and walked out the door.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; The girl stared at Dru.&nbsp; &quot;One hundred...&nbsp; you elves are lucky,&quot; she said.&nbsp; &quot;I'm twelve.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; It was Dru's turn to stare at the girl.&nbsp; When she was twelve she was...&nbsp; quite a bit younger than this girl seemed to be.&nbsp;&nbsp; She felt a pang of sadness for the human race.&nbsp; Their lives were so short.&nbsp; It was a wonder that they got anything accomplished.&nbsp; It did explain their industriousness, though.&nbsp; They had to try to cram all of their achievements into a short span of years.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;My name's Amelia,&quot; the girl said.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Dru,&quot; said Dru shortly.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Amelia nodded.&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Nice sword,&quot; she said.&nbsp; &quot;Do you know how to use it?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru nodded, warily.&nbsp; &quot;Yes...&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Amelia looked over her shoulder nervously, and then stepped further into the alleyway.&nbsp; &quot;That's probably a good thing,&quot; she said.&nbsp; &quot;Because my pimp is coming right now, and he looks p*ssed at me.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru blinked, looking up.&nbsp; &quot;Huh?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; She heard the yelling before the man ever got to the alleyway.&nbsp; &quot;There you are, you stupid bint!&nbsp; Get over here!&quot;&nbsp; When Amelia cowered even further back into the alley, he cursed, and then stormed in.&nbsp; &quot;You're gonna be sorry,&quot; he growled, and then stopped short when he saw Dru.&nbsp; &quot;Are you a customer?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; When Dru shook her head, he snorted in disgust, and reached out to grab Amelia, who was all but hiding behind Dru.&nbsp; &quot;I'm going to kill you,&quot; he told the human girl.&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Elf, get out of the way if you don't want to get hurt.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru stared up at him incredulously for a moment.&nbsp; He didn't realize who she was...&nbsp; A slow grin spread across her face.&nbsp; It was time to start making a name for herself.&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Round ears, you will get out of this alley if you don't want to get hurt,&quot; Dru said, rising to her feet and pulling her rapier simultaneously.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Drusilia Nailo, post: 820529, member: 2062"] "That's not enough money to stay here for the night," the innkeeper said scornfully, half turning away from Dru. A moment passed, and he turned back to look at her, his brows furrowing in thought. "Wait. You're Naïlo's kid, aren't you?" Dru stiffened. The innkeeper's tone changed. "Well, I don't see any problem with you staying here tonight, then," he said. "I can just put it on your father's tab." His smile was ingratiating, and Dru saw more than a glimmer of fear behind his eyes. "No," she said shortly, walking towards the door. "I don't need anything from him." [i]Later that night...[/i] Dru sat in the darkened alleyway, leaning against a stone building. Her eyes were closed, but she was nowhere near relaxed enough to meditate. She'd tried that before. Once, a prostitute had brought her customer, a scrawney looking sailor, into the alley to ply her trade. Dru had watched in horrified silence, as she pressed herself back into the shadows to not be seen. Later, she actually drifted off into that semi-conscious state of trance. A blood covered child and mother, both with their throats cut, stared at her accusingly. "Your hands are covered with our blood," the mother told her coldly. "We were innocent. What did we ever do to you?" Dru looked down at her hands, and saw that they were indeed soaked in rich red blood. She cried out, and burst into full consciousness, her eyes flying open. "That must've been quite some dream," said a female voice, off to Dru's right somewhere. Dru startled, and turned to look. A young human girl stood there. Her face would have been pretty, if it hadn't been covered in paint. She wasn't quite a woman yet, judging from her thin, unformed body, though she wore the clothes of one. Her skirt was short, and her top was low cut. There was little doubt to what this girl's profession was. There was also no doubt that she was unarmed. Dru's shoulders relaxed, and she gave the girl a rueful smile. "Yeah, it was," she said, leaning her head against the wall. "I think that it's going to be a dream that I have for some time to come," she muttered to herself, trying to ignore the hungry growls of her stomach. The girl cocked her head to one side, and then shrugged when Dru wasn't more forthcoming. "Haven't seen you around here before. You just run away from home?" Dru glared at her. "I didn't run away. I left." The girl laughed. "Whatever." "No, I did just leave," Dru said, indignantly. "I'm one hundred years old, and adult. I didn't run away. I yelled at my father and walked out the door." The girl stared at Dru. "One hundred... you elves are lucky," she said. "I'm twelve." It was Dru's turn to stare at the girl. When she was twelve she was... quite a bit younger than this girl seemed to be. She felt a pang of sadness for the human race. Their lives were so short. It was a wonder that they got anything accomplished. It did explain their industriousness, though. They had to try to cram all of their achievements into a short span of years. "My name's Amelia," the girl said. "Dru," said Dru shortly. Amelia nodded. "Nice sword," she said. "Do you know how to use it?" Dru nodded, warily. "Yes..." Amelia looked over her shoulder nervously, and then stepped further into the alleyway. "That's probably a good thing," she said. "Because my pimp is coming right now, and he looks p*ssed at me." Dru blinked, looking up. "Huh?" She heard the yelling before the man ever got to the alleyway. "There you are, you stupid bint! Get over here!" When Amelia cowered even further back into the alley, he cursed, and then stormed in. "You're gonna be sorry," he growled, and then stopped short when he saw Dru. "Are you a customer?" When Dru shook her head, he snorted in disgust, and reached out to grab Amelia, who was all but hiding behind Dru. "I'm going to kill you," he told the human girl. "Elf, get out of the way if you don't want to get hurt." Dru stared up at him incredulously for a moment. He didn't realize who she was... A slow grin spread across her face. It was time to start making a name for herself. "Round ears, [i]you[/i] will get out of this alley if you don't want to get hurt," Dru said, rising to her feet and pulling her rapier simultaneously. [/QUOTE]

Verification