Deamonbane

Dragon's Breath [ Bane & Cara ]

The girl did know how to talk, and had just opened her mouth to respond when she turned and saw that the elf was already asleep. Pappa always got a little irritable when she woke him from his sleep, so she knew to leave the elf alone, quietly closing the door behind her. then she skipped over to the house. She was in a bright mood, as they didn't always get company and it always excited her. she liked stories more than just about anything, and the more varied and interesting they were, the better. She couldn't help an ear-to-ear grin as she slipped into the house, watching as Pappa made the dinner. He was almost done slicing most of everything, and he would forget about the salt, like he always did. She slipped over to a small barrel beside the counter, dragging it over to where she needed it and, climbing atop it, she reached the jaw where he kept the salt cubes.

She took it over to where Keiro was seated, stirring the stew slowly. It wasn't much. It would last for a while, maybe a couple days. As she popped the cube into the pot, her smile faded. Pappa had a distracted look on his face, one hand holding the ladle that was stirring the stew, his other hand gripping his large, wickedly curved hunting knife that he never used for hunting. His fingers flickered and he twirled the knife at a blinding speed, flicking it around his fingers, the sharp of the knife never touching his skin. He would then arc his wrist and send it spinning into the air, only to catch it again and repeat the process. He only did that when he was worried. And he didn't know that it scared Korra a little.

"What's the matter, Pappa?" She asked, concerned.

He looked up, as if snapped out of a trance and he turned to her, but didn't smile," Pack your things, love. Only what you need. And bring your bow too."

"Why?"

"I don't trust that elf."

"You don't trust anyone, Pappa, but we stay here when other people come by."

He nodded, slightly irritated that she was arguing with him, more so that she had a point," It's that sword. She isn't just any other travelling wanderer. She will be trouble in her wake, I know it, and we will be caught in the crossfire."

Korra shook her head," She's nice. She hasn't made a move to harm us."

"She was tired. Outmatched. If she is here to harm us she will wait."

He turned to look at her, his face more than annoyed now, but at the staunch look on her face, he couldn't help but grin back. His hand flickered quick as lightning to cuff her ear, but she was faster, flitting out of his reach," Go get the bread, you little devil. Bring three more logs in while I finish the soup, and call the elf in for dinner."

The girl nodded, grinning now as well as she dashed into the pantry.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Carantathraiel said
Morning Baney <3....why did the cord 'confused' vanish from the quote?

No idea... must have been me though...

*hugs* Morning to you too...

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Carantathraiel said
A little bit, yeah. XD*as its 8am, I'm by wayne's post* Morning man.

You and me both...

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

I don't get it...

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Hmmm High heels, sexy lingerie, leaving just enough to the imagination...*bites lip* You win.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

I think the drink/drug kind would be called a night cap. A sleeping cap is the cap that you wear to bed...

And, for now anyways, the only thing to be worn to bed, if Cara wears it (in my imagination, anyways)....

Removed.

Removed.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

*hands Cara his magical sleeping cap* Here! It might work on you!

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

*slips in* Evening...

Dragon's Breath [ Bane & Cara ]

He nodded when she seemed to relax and he did so as well, picking the ax up and moving back over to the log that he had been chopping, sinking the blade into the wood to make sure that it kept it's edge until he would be using it again. He had a feeling it wouldn't be long," Kindness is a rare trait to find in the world, but you will find it most among the people of this land. I came here destitute, hunted and lacking in just about everything needed for survival in the wilderness. They took me in, taught me everything I needed to know, even helped me build this house," Shit, he thought. He shouldn't have mentioned that hunted bit," This place is a hard place to live in, and we mortals need to band together to survive," He was growing long winded, a habit and some could call it a talent from his past life. He chuckled and shook his head," I'm sorry, I talk too much when we have people around. It is the price that you will pay for staying with us, hearing me go on and on," He turned to the girl," Kora, please escort our guest to her room. Help her with anything that she might need. I have a few things I need to finish before I get started on dinner," He turned to the elf," Tell Kora here if you would like to be woken for the evening meal."

With that, he picked up some of the wood and began stacking it against the house. Moving quickly, he carried a few logs into the house and he started on preparing the evening meal. Potatoes, carrots and some roots that he had found in the woods gave it consistency, and with some diced and salted venison to add the flavor along with some spices, he mixed it into the pot and placed it over the fire. His mind was elsewhere, and he was working in a mechanical silence. The elf was no fool, he could tell, sensing danger in him as he had in her. She was a warrior elf, not that scarce but that blade was far too elegant work for her to be just any other warrior. Besides, no regular warrior ventured this far from her tribe anyways.

Truthfully, he didn't know why she was here, and that scared him. She knew that he was well spoken, and could probably place his origins from his accent. His tattoos had been clearly visible as well, so if she had been a spy for the queen, she would have something to report. Not many men shared his features.

If she tried to send a message to the Queen, he would kill her, he thought coldly as he felt the broth begin to boil.