Open Hellhounds for Hire

[Darvus]

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Spring, 18, 513 AV



The crowds were almost daunting. The hustle and bustle of the lower districts of any town is much like this. Traders, thieves, pickpockets, and normal folk like you and me.

Well... Not like Darvus...

Darvus moved through the crowds shopping around not for treats, new equipment, or even a good time. He had his eye on a comely young lass that seemed to have youthful beguiling charms about her. No older than 18, he was willing to wager. Her curly red hair and green eyes were seductive and must leave many a suitor drooling. At least that's what Darvus hopes for.

For the sake of money, he hopes her wild fire look would bring in more than a measly hundred if not slightly more in gold. No. Looking at her, she could rake in as much as a fair purse to the right buyer even though she's human. And if auctioned, all the better.

Darvus continued to stalk the youth through crowded streets. He was biding his time as she stopped at various flower vendors and various food stalls.

"I'm sure those leaks would taste good in mommy and daddy's soup. It's a shame you'll never have any again." He said in a hushed voice followed by a maniacal chuckle. Darvus loved getting his way and seldom didn't. This thought crossed his mind and instinctively reached up at his arm feeling the three "scratched out" scars. He didn't think so much about it, but all his tattoos and scars make him easy to spot even in a dense crowd.

As the girl moved, so he slivered through to keep an eye on her. Darvus was only far enough away to stay out of alarming sight. Approximately 150 feet away. He could almost smell her and the money. He was ready to spring at the first chance he got.

His eyes fixed on her. Dead amber colored eyes. Never blinking. The predator in him loved the thrill of the hunt.

[Khal'iah]

It was early morning within the thriving, marine city known as Zeltiva. Above, the sun shone down upon the bustling centers of commerce within the city: East and West street, warming those whom roamed about doing their day to day business. Though the comfortable warmth would soon bleed into the sticky heat of afternoon, the sea itself offered a preemptive reprieve, sending gusts of gentle wind rippling through the crowd. With it came the aroma of the ocean and a faint taste of salt. The one and only Akalak whom walked forward, muttering apology after apology as he bumped numerous patrons whilst walking through the crowd, found this particular part of the day enjoyable. He especially loved the sea breeze, and he always had an affinity for the wind.... Bump! "Eek!" a shrill noise snapped the tall, violet-skinned warrior out of his near-daze. He, not paying attention to where he was walking, had collided headlong into a young woman carrying a basket of fresh produce. Due to his size and build, the woman ended up falling upon her rear, scattering about her morning produce. These fruits and vegetables were promptly stampeded over by denizens of the crowd, and the Akalak felt mortified. "Ah! I'm so sorry miss!" he exclaimed, hastily reaching down in order to help her to her feet. He then proceeded to shower her with apologies, to which she murmured that it was alright. The Akalak loathed the fact that he was the direct cause of a gross disruption of her morning, and the destruction of her goods, that he took it upon himself to offer to purchase replacements of that which she had lost. To this offer, she gracefully accepted and the two of them proceeded back down the street towards the stall she had purchased her produce from. The Akalak, born to the name Khal'iah Vojak, received many dark and distant glances whilst he walked down the street; these he had become accustomed to during his time within the city. It was not due to his clumsiness, as many people bumped into one another within the close confines of the streets, but it was because of his refusal to adhere to the generally accepted rules within the city regarding weapons. Blatantly visible upon his person were three arms: a longsword that hung from his waist, his Lakan which hung from the opposing side of his waist, and a buckler that was upon his wrist. These arms gained him many a dark glance...yet Khal'iah did not care. He was a warrior and proud of it. When they arrived at the stall, the woman set about selecting her vegetables while Khal'iah watched. Little did he know that his newfound acquaintance was the target of a predator...

[Valdyor Avenca]

Valdyor smiled as the sun touched his skin. He was usually more fond of darkness, but the sun was light and airy and it warmed him slightly while not yet bleeding into the stick, humid heat of a summer's day. And, there were less layers upon people. Made it a much simpler task to pick a few pockets.

As Valdyor walked through the crowd, several people avoided him, his pale complexion, black chitin armor, and long, black, claw like fingernails, were often a deterrent to many people. But in the crowded market streets, it was impossible to avoid each other completely. Valdyor smiles as he brushed lightly past a man, snatching his purse from his belt and moving on quickly before the man could notice. He pocketed the purse to inspect later as he looked around the market.

As he inspected the area, he saw several strange sights. Firstly, he saw a young woman, lovely in many ways, picking produce from a stand. That was not odd by itself, but she appeared to be accompanied by a tall, violet skinned man who was armed heavily. As he looked about, he also noticed a man, tattooed and scarred, standing several feet off, appearing to watch the woman, to stalk her. That was altogether curious, but nothing to get himself wrapped up in. He wasn't here to defend pretty women. He was here to steal.

Valdyor walked through the market and managed to swipe another purse, though it's cheap fabric tore in his hand and he had to release it and move on as coins spilled out on the ground and the man turned in confusion, desperately trying to scoop up all the coins before they got away, and glaring at anyone who came too near.