Wayward Son

[Syrah Steele]

Syrah dipped her head in a small bow at her friends compliment, she thought it was rather clever, what she did, and then smiled waiting for her new drink although her current one was not yet finished. She popped her head back up to the man she just slapped when she heard him yell, something about her death? She laughed and then watched as she stripped and turned into a wolf.

She wasn't surprised. She saw his yellow-orange eyes when she was talking to him and felt his sharp canines through his cheek when she slapped him. She was a bit surprised he was a wolf and she quickly hopped up out of her chair into a defensive stance. She had thought his eyes has looked more feline, but she had seen more cat Kelvics than dogs, so that would probably be the reason.

Syrah was high up on adrenaline and her fear level was low because of the alcohol she had ingested, in fact she felt rather confident and that only boosted when her companion jumped up, sword in hand, as well. Surely no little wolf could hurt them with a sword on her side. She smiled over at her friend, still not knowing his name, flattered that he was helping a girl he didn't really know.

What did surprise her, and a little bit disappointing her, was the bar owner jumping to the rescue and hitting the attacker on the head. She dropped her hands and sighed. She did want a fight and she was looking forward to it, they could have taken him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She replied to her friend, pouting. "You know we could have taken him. He didn't look that threatening." She said to the bar man. She would have said thanks but she was too disappointed.

[Night Blade]

Night walked from side to side like a cat stalking its prey as he tried to analyze the females strengths & weaknesses. He sensed no weakness from her, which probably meant this wasn't the first times she'd ever seen a Kelvic. It might be a bit difficult to beat her. Stopping, Night scooted back, his backside in the air as he prepared to pounce. However, he stopped when he saw the pipe smoker joining in the fight with sword drawn.

Night stayed in place and eye balled the sword for a while. It was just like the weapon that murdered his mother so long ago. "Hunter!" he growled, changing targets. "I'll kill you Hunter!" He was in a rage now. If there was one thing Night hated, it was hunters. They only got a kick out of killing his brethren & Night couldn't stand that. That was one the reasons Night was determined to kill every last hunter he met.

However, before he could do anything, he felt someone attack him from behind. Had one of the bar drunks decided to test their might on the Kelvic...or did the hunter have back up here? Either way, the attack hurt like hell and actually sent the Kelvic sliding a bit across the floor. Blood began to spill out and change the wolf's black coat to one of crimson red. That attack had left him limp and near death simply because it hit his head rather than his body.

"Damn hunter!" Night shouted, as he covered one eye out of pain. "I don't care how many of you there are! I'll kill every last one of you!" Wobbling, Night would try to force himself up. Blood began to spill onto his green gem, making it take on a reddish color. It was obvious that he was too weak to fight, but he still wanted to take out a least one hunter before he went.

[Gossamer]

Kevlar, club still in hand, rolled his eyes slightly at Syrah. "Lady, you dishonor yourself and ever male here by what you say. We would not let a filthy creature like a kelvic hurt a female in our presence nor force her to lift a hand in her own defense. This might be the Blue Bull, but even I have my limits. And honestly, no self-respecting father would let his daughter into a place like this unless you are a lightskirt. Which I know you are not." No, he knew what kind of woman Syrah was. She was a cock-tease at best, spoiled at worse, and he personally knew Jonathan Black had come close to pulling her over his knee a time or two and adjusting her spoiled little girl attitude. But he refrained. "Besides, I don't think you want to tackle a kelvic. Not a big wolf like him. He'll rip you up before you even have a chance to draw a pigsticker, if indeed you even have one. You don't look armed. Besides, now you are in my debt. And its witnessed by everyone here... a life debt." He said chuckling softly. Kevlar reached down, grabbed the kelvic by the scruff of his neck, and began dragging him out the door. Once through the doorway the Akalak gave him a but shove on his furry rump that launched him out and down the steps out onto he street before the bar. "No filthy mutts in the bar..." He shouted after the prone now-evicted kelvic and then he marched back in, gave Desmus a nod of respect, and reached out to seize Syrah's hand. "You'll look good wearing silver here, girl. Especially since your debt is to me. That beast could have easily slit your little throat, pretty girl." He said, laughing. "Someone go get the Oathmaster..." He called, still laughing. And oddly enough, someone got up to go do just that.

[Desmus Marrudius]

The man with the club dragged the kelvic out of the bar and threw him in the street, he then started to rattle on about how the young girl was indebted to him and sent someone to fetch the oathmaster. Desmus didn't know much about life in Riverfall, but what he did know was that slavery was not only allowed but encouraged. Seeing how this girl acted he assumed that she wouldn't become a breeding slave easily, and Desmus didn't intend to let that happen. He lowered his sword, but did not sheath it, and turned to face the Akalak. "Wait there blue one" Desmus said in a loud demanding voice "I'm afraid that you cannot have this woman as a slave." Desmus was determined to save this woman, he just hoped that she would play along with his plan. " You see, she is already my companion. She is the reason in here at this time. We met when I first arrived" Desmus spoke confidently and proudly " That I why I rose to defend her and drew my sword to defend her, I'm sorry to disappoint you but all you did is do my job for me." Desmus chuckled and cast a grin at the man "Sorry friend, hahaha" He then turned to the woman and nodded at her in reassurance.

[Syrah Steele]

"My father," Syrah growled at the Akalak, "is not here to give me orders." She didn't like it when people assumed she was under her fathers control. Although most of the times, until recentily, they were correct. This was the first time in her life when they were wrong. Her father was not here with her, not funding her and not looking after her. "I don't care what you and your dirty bar do, it wouldn't have mattered anyway. With one little knock on the head the wolf was out and I had a sword on my side." She said gesturing to her friend. "You just had to get all the glory that you didn't deserve." She mocked.

But after a few seconds she knew that her last statement was wrong. He didn't care about the glory, he cared about the debt. She didn't really know what that meant, maybe to the bar, working in it or something, or paying off the debt, but she could somehow feel that it wasn't something quite as good as that because her stomach plummeted at the chuckle he muttered.

She lost her composure for a good second, "I..." Then regaining her confidence, "I don't owe you anything," she spat. Then she watched as he dragged the kelvic out the door, she frowned at her lost fight, but her eyes went a bit wider when the Akalak came striding back into the bar, towards her. Something about this made her frightened, the kind of fright that should have been induced at the sight of a wolf before her. But the wolf stirred nothing inside her, only the man coming and grabbing her arm.

She jerked, but listened to what he said to her, and seemingly to the rest of the bar. What he said didn't make much sense. She had studied the Akalaks before coming to Riverfall but this had arisen in her stories. Something about wearing silver. She didn't even own any silver. Trying to connect his words in her mind as she tried pulling away from his tight grasp she came up with this: He defeated the wolf trying to kill her, thus she was in his debt and she would now have to wear silver. The Oathmaster part befuddlement her though, She knew what an oath and a master was, but those put together in her situation, she didn't have a clue, but again, her stomach reacted, this time turning into knots.

It was only when her friend spoke did her intestines free themselves of their bound. He was lying for her, saying he was her protector. There was no reason, before this, for her to need a protector, but she knew she would have to go on with this lie, in order to save herself from whatever nightmare was about to happen. Syrah racked her brain, trying to think of another lie to say back.

"He is right, I've been in this city longer than he has. After we talked for a bit, I offered to show him around. In turn he offered to protect me. I didn't think I would need that protection in a great city like this, until now." She glared at him, "He had risen to help me fight against the beast your stole, and from you if you do me any harm." To reinforce her last statement she jerked her arm again trying to release herself.

OOCI am so sorry! But I am now back from vacation and done with summer homework and I am back on scheduled!