He held his transfixed fascination with her eyes, staring into them deeply and intently. Examining, no searching, for something more. It was as though her words fell on deaf ears.

The drumming of his fingers come to an abrupt stop.
He leans forward, his chair grinds against the floor as stands to lean even further. A heavy hand proceeds his nearing face as he reaches to hold her jaw line.
Successful or not, he will try to get within inches from her face. So close the burning glow of his own eyes against the dim tavern would be displeasing to a normal mortals vision.

But there was something strange within those firey pools floating before her, portals to another world. Something from the other side called to her, well not her exactly but the darkness that resided within. That which wasn't fearful of thoughts or opinions of others, that wich cared not of consequence. It called to the powerful, whispering of freedoms.

Growing agitated with the sudden fact he was getting nearer mostly all of her hair swithed. The jet black color she was know for soon over took her normal façade. Last of her will not to change had soon vanished from her. Even her eyes flickered and changed as she blinked. Becoming seemly bottomless pits exsorbing the light from his without a shine of color. He beckoned a part of her she tried hard to hide.
Darkness from her legs spread over her arms the darkness eating away at the cloth that covered her open wound. As soon as the remainder of cloth fell of her arm it attacked the open flesh. Flinching from his contact with her face. Her arm struggled and wacked against the chair side trying to shake of the darkness currently eating away at it.

She wouldn't move from his approaching appearance. More focused on stopping the darkness from draining every drop of blood from her semi healed arm. From her hair dripped the same darkness that was along her arms. Curling into itself and flicking out at him.

His smile was a devilish one, so it liked blood he thought to himself.
He pushes her head from side to side examining her face further before letting go and sitting back.
Casually he removes the black glove from his left hand and rests his knuckles upon the table, facing his open palm to the roof. His hands bore the marks of many years of physical labour.
A mere wave of his other saw a vertical split open in his palm.
He closed his eyes, searching for concentration. His smirk fades as a seriousness takes over, recalling that which had long since been used.

Then it happened, slowly spiraling up from his wound a thin trail of deep red blood defied gravity as the slimey liquid snaked through the air, rolling over itself to form a floating fist sized bubble before the woman.
At that size the man lets out a small groan as he cuts off the supply.
Ignoring the floating pool of his own blood he quickly puts his glove back on.

He gives it a moment to study her reaction, it's reaction.
If nothing pleasing comes from that experiment with yet another wave of his hand the glob of liquid will attack her open wound.

The darkness snakes away from her cut ad be leaves. No longer needing the energy. Almost without thinking she tears a patch from her already ripped up jeans to cover the cut. Pretty easy to find where the rips came from. Still some where unnatural even for tearing.

Her attention went back to the man as her wound was secure. Wondering where in the world the waiter was with her vodca. Her hair also faded to mostly a soft blonde as he drifted away from her. As the bubble of blood floated close to her a strand of loose hair reached out to it. Wanting the energy provided inside to repair her own wounds.

She would say nothing anymore trying to advert attention away from the situation. Her hair asumming more darkness. It crawled up from her legs and off her arms towards this new fuel source The darkness slowing surrounding the blood. When fully surrounded it would quickly shrink the offered blood to miniature sizes.
The darkness clawed its way at the new fabric over her wound as if to show him the repairs. Seemily a more blood colored version of the darkness had filled in the marks hardening and seemingly fixing the wound. The excess dripping down her arm before being rexsorbed.

"Why would you offer that?" She questioned as her body relaxed fully from the new energy. The darkness only still present on her wound. She was no longer shy or reserved, having given up on her regular act.

Blood magic was not the only magic he was using, nor had he finished. The cold writhing shadows and darkness of the tavern had enclosed them, creating a sphere-like bubble just out of arms reach around them.
The outside world was visable but it was like looking through frosted glass, every thing and one was just shades and blurr's of shadows, all moving incredibly slow, trapped in time. Or had they just sped up.

No time to think about it, the strangers blood reacts to the sudden flare and aggression that flashes across his face, and the soft gloving liquid that was being absorbed and integrated suddenly and viscously solidifies into something like that of a peircing sharp thorny vine.

Instead of reacting at the substance like it would be predicted to the darkness crept back to the girl as the vine cut through her arm. She flinched slightly as the darkness absorbed her blood now releasing from the fresh wound. A light growl escaping from her throat as the darkness surrounded her arms and legs once more.

Curling along them as a quicker way of travel. Her hair dripped black once more. That along her arms creeping towards her hands. Wanting nothing more than to gain energy. Her eyes refocused on his as a smirk slowly crept its way onto her lips. Nomads how much she hated leaving behind her facade the man across from her knew something was up. Why not put on a show.

@Song Book
While it seemed he was getting what he wanted, all pleasantries faded from his face and he took on a much more serious tone.

Fiery words born from no language began to intensely roll of his tongue, one after the other a fluent series of excentric syllables burns into the air with malice and hate.
One didn't need comprehension of the language to understand it was full of disdain, envy and many more negative emotions.

A growing wind swept the tavern, rattling tables and the cutlery upon them.
It was a threat.
There was an awful powerful growing presence emanating from the man.

"Don't tell me they sent him after me this time..." She muttered after his words, grasping it was a threat. She spoke harshly barely audible to Anyone but herself. The darkness latching back onto her wound yet she didn't flinch this time. Her eyes flickered open to closed a few times. The whites of her eyes turning fully black when they stopped. The shadows crept up her hands forming claws between her fingers which curled into fists. The claws curled almost into themselves at the end.

"Come on twice in a day... It's not Christmas you know. No need to give me more attention. " The voice was louder. Sliping from her mouth in poison dipped words. Nothing like the girl who once sat before him. Een the way this thing held itself was different instead of closed off she lent against the chair and started to pick at the open wound and darkness twirling a strand of darkness in her fingers.

@Dark Light@Song Book Aubrey moved over to the table feeling like he had let there shenanigans go on long enough, and he intended to stop it before it got out of hand. When he reached the table he said nothing. he grabbed the man and the woman by the back of there head and slammed there heads together "NOW STOP FIGHTING BEFORE I GET PROPERLY ANGRY"

"What's the meaning of this!?" Scowls the man at the pig creature, shrugging off his touch. His lip curled in disgust, his eyes briefly glance at the reaction this advance had caused in the women.

Without rising he twists to face the intruder. Cold and flatly he replies.

"No one was fighting, and I will do as I wish even if those desires involves searing your hide to bacon and eating it infront of you!.
Now please excuse us and don't touch me again... If you know what is good for you."

Jet stared slightly blankly at the pig, man. What ever you would call this creature. No visible damage done to her appearance.
" Who was fighting sweetie, was there a strand out of place? " She would blatantly pat her hair down it rising up like snakes after she patted it to wrap around her finger. Before snaking back in place. Her neutral face curled up till she was smirking evilly.
" It seems this ones has a bit of a temper doesn't he. " She said towards the pig about the other man on the table. She lent against her chair crossing her legs. She turned to the man at her table smirking once again the devilish smirk.

"I wouldn't mind a drink. Mhmm Whiskey or vodka. Is there a mix available here?"

@Song Book @Dark Light "Buddy if you are going to threaten me then be" Aubrey leaned in "FUCKING CREATIVE ABOUT IT PUNK!!" He leaned back "And don't give me that bull about that not being a fight, I have years of MMA experience. so i know a fight when i see one." He then turned to face the girl his armed crossed "First Don't call me Sweetie if you have to call me anything then call me Aubrey. Second go to the barkeep if thirsty, Which reminds me" he walked away from the table and headed to counter.

he walked behind and walked down a hallway until he reached door "OY SNARFULBLAST WAKE UP WE HAVE CUSTOMERS" he shouted while banging on the door @Snarfulblast

"Huh, what, where!? Oh customers what'll ye be having today?" Snarf pops up from behind the bar a mug in one hand and a rag in the other, almost seamlessly he begins to clean the counter and wipe out mugs and glasses. "Welcome to TNT, so I'll ask again what'll ye be having?"

"Arrogant pig!" The man snarls in a snide whisper to the woman. @Song Book
"I doubt he could even contain you."

His attitude perked up at that thought as a smile crept across his lips. The burning glow in his eyes had long since settled after the interruption.

"What about you? Think you could hold your own against him?"

Having herd the bar keep and not been ignoring him the man calls out in reply.
"I'll take something refined and well aged, a strong whiskey or rum should do nicely." @Snarfulblast

@Dark Light"Right away, sir. One aged rum coming up." reaching under the counter Snarf grabs a bottle of 200 year old rum and places it on the bar."But can you pay for this? 200 year old bottle of rum." Snarf leans on the counter.

" Oh me. I could if I wanted to. " She replied. " Oh and if this is fight than I should come out more often. " She snickered her eye flashing back warningly. @Dark Light

" Ey Barkeep if your not busy. Any nice Vodka back there?" @SnarfulblastShe said twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. Her claws retracted back into the moving darkness that covered her arms. She looked barely like the girl who walked in. Though a strand of her hair was slowly turning back blonde. Her powers demising as the threat diminishes.

Cal walked into the tavern, her brown hair swaying behind her back. She sat by the bar but was daydreaming slightly as her violet eyes scanned the tavern. The young 19 year old lifted her hand and brushed her hair out of her eyes and continued staring into space.

A sudden scratching could be heard beyond the tavern door.
An agressive constant hasty grinding against the grained wood.
It quietened... Then was followed by a loud heavy thud.
A few more scratches but when the doors sturdyness prevailed then the noise subsided and disappeared.

Moments passed before the soft thudding of padded feet tore across the floor behind the bar and a large white wolf threw itself over the counter to come crashing down in a blur of bright blue eyes, limbs and fur, right beside Cal.

There were no initial signs that it was agressive. It merely sat proudly with wide powerful shoulders and an intent intimidating gaze.

Cal looked down at the animal slightly. "Hello" She thought it was polite as the animal was next to her to say hello. She fastened a second necklace around her neck which meant she could fight off the urge to hurt people at night or when she was angry but it would be exhausting.

The large dog barks loudly and expectantly at her as it sits before her.
As it's mouth opens, the red stain of fresh blood can be seen on its teeth and lips.
Growing impatient it nuzzles it's nose under her hand.