Name: Leah Love
Age: 21
Race: White
Backstory: (not required)
Apperance: Soft, curly red hair, fair white skin with green eyes. Her figure is very slim. She is wearing a black tight-fitting dress that excentuates her medium sized breasts and cuts off just below her small bum.
Other: (extra info)

Leah_Love said
Name: Leah LoveAge: 21Race: WhiteBackstory: (not required)Apperance: Soft, curly red hair, fair white skin with green eyes. Her figure is very slim. She is wearing a black tight-fitting dress that excentuates her medium sized breasts and cuts off just below her small bum.Other: (extra info)

(( A. Can u put this In the OOC? B. When I said race I ment elf, dragon kin, dwarf ect* ))

Your in a bar, the tables and chairs are all made of smooth wood. There is no dragonkin in sight, then again no ones seen many dragonkin sence the great war where nearly all the dragonkin died. Most belive they are extinct. Around the bar theres a couple bar tender stands all the bar tenders are elfs. The people in the bar are mostly orc and elfs, but theres some dwarfs and other creatures mixed in aswel. No one really pays much mind to anyone walking in, everyones focused on their drinks.

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Mary was left in the corner of the bar, one of the more dark areas. No one notices the one year old laying there.Nor does anyone notice shes a dragonkin. Mary starts crying, no one can really hear her, the bar after all is loud.

The Imps were making a scene, but then again, when are they not? It was a normal occurrence in the bar, something the patrons had gotten used to a long time ago. They were put in a smoking area anyway, so it didn't bother anyone else too much. Even in this circle, Masilalt was one of the louder ones. It wasn't a day he was even thinking of drinking, he wasn't too fond of any human substances.
A smaller member of his species, who happened to be the only other one sober, came in from the back. Passing through, he stopped a moment, was that a child? He left quickly, past experiences with them showed they were even greater demons than he was. The imp eventually found Masilalt, and managed to pull him to the side, sitting at a table. They weren't near the child, but within sight of it. "Do you see that?" The smaller asked, nodding over to it. "....Yeah. So? What am I supposed to do about it?" That was a valid question brought up, one they didn't know how to answer. "It's only a kid, nothing special about it."

After awhile of Marys crying, she did somethin only dragonkin could do. She summoned a small, rainbow scaled dragon. The dragon wraped around her and comforted her, being under her like a pillow, and over her like a blanket. Mary stopped crying and huged the dragon, she grew tired and fell asleep. No one noticed the child however, its a good thing they dint. The dragon was a dead give away that she was a dragonkin. Many people would love the chance to snatch her while shes young, then brainwash her into a servant and sell her for millions of gold peices for wars. Easy money.

Sylvus lay his head on his palm, staring at the mug filled to the brim with bubbling poisons. No matter how many times he had entered a bar like this before, he could never get over the Imps and the ruckus they were always making. This time around, he'd rather not cause another bar fight by going up to them and asking them to settle down. Sighing, he took a sip out of the mug.
In the corner of his eye, he spotted something small and glittery, seeming as if it wanted to be found. Taking a glance around and making sure nobody was watching, he slid out of his seat and approached it, realizing it was just a sleeping child.. with a dragon around her..? Not wanting to startle her too much, he leaned over and tapped the girl lightly on the shoulder. "Hey there, sweetheart. Where's your parents?" he asked (if she woke up), smiling.

Mary woke up with a start and spit a fireball in the mans face, not enough to hurt too badly but enough to leave a decent burn. Mary hurridly crawled away, scared of strangers. The dragon fallowed right behind Marry as they ran into the corner, shaking in fear. A small picture fell on the ground face down, it fell outa Marys pocket.

Sylvus jolted a little when the child seared his face with a tiny fireball and skittered away in panic. 'Well, this is awkward...' he thought to himself. 'I guess she isn't with anyone then.' Sylvus grimaced slightly when he grazed his cheek with his finger to gauge the burn. He closed his eyes, and with a few indescribable whispers and a brief glow, the burn was gone.
Her little trek across the bar and into another dark corner probably drew some more unwanted attention. As casually as he could, Sylvus got up from his crouch and picked up his mug, taking another sip and approaching the girl once more. "I'm not gonna hurt ya.." he spoke, far enough not to be singed by another fireball but close enough so she could hear.

Lightless said
Sylvus jolted a little when the child seared his face with a tiny fireball and skittered away in panic. he thought to himself. Sylvus grimaced slightly when he grazed his cheek with his finger to gauge the burn. He closed his eyes, and with a few indescribable whispers and a brief glow, and the burn was gone. Her little trek across the bar and into another dark corner probably drew some more unwanted attention. As casually as he could, Sylvus got up from his crouch and picked up his mug, taking another sip and approaching the girl once more. "I'm not gonna hurt ya.." he spoke, far enough not to be singed by another fireball but close enough so she could hear.

No one saw the child hiding in the dark, most thought he was crazy. So they ignored the 'crazy' man. Mary slowly crawled out of the corner and went to pick up the picture she dropped, Sylvus has a feeling that he shouldnt let her see whatever is on that picture.

It definitely did draw unwanted attention, the two imps seeing a man talking to a corner. "What the hell is he doing?" Masilalt stood up to his full seven feet, trying to see beyond the person but couldn't. The other looked around, "...Hey. That kid's gone, too." The new information processing, he laughed. "This could get more interesting than I thought." He commented, now leaning against a wall and watching the scene. "Go and distract the others for me, yeah?" With that, the smaller of the two left, blending into the rest of the imps.

((Pardon me. I was playing League. ^^"))
Sylvus turned around and watched the girl crawl towards something in the middle of the bar. 'Now that I think of it.. something did drop when she ran off..' he thought. While she crawled at a snail's pace, he swiped the picture off the ground before she could get to it and took a quick look at it.

Lightless said
((Pardon me. I was playing League. ^^"))Sylvus turned around and watched the girl crawl towards something in the middle of the bar. '' he thought. While she crawled at a snail's pace, he swiped the picture off the ground before she could get to it and took a quick look at it.

Sylvus sees a large male man with dragon like features gutted and sliced all over, hes hanging on the wall by a meat hook. Next to him is a female witch who was skinned, rolled in salt then burned a bit and hung beside him. Around them are piles of courpses of dragons and strange creatures. Written on the wall in blood is "Your next Mary". Both of the adults look simmilar to Mary. Mary reaches up, wanting to see the photo.

Sylvus cringes a little at the sight of the bloody scene in the photograph. He ran his hand through his hair, then looked back down at Mary, who seemed to want it back. He gave an audible gulp, then stuffed the picture into his robe. Kneeling down to her level, he whispered to her, "If you want it back, follow me, kay?" He took another look around the bar, realizing that more and more people starting looking at him strange. "Come on, lets go." he said, getting up and walking back towards where his mug is, avoiding eye contact with anyone else and keeping an eye on her.

Mary falowed him, obiously wanting it back, she doesnt seem like shes seen it tough. Marys dragon was dismissed and it vanished. Mary crawled up to Sulvus and held her arms up to him, and started whining a little.