Flashback [Outer Courtyard] Dance away the demons

[Adara Meadows]

Adara Meadows ---- Spring 23, 513 AV All was quite in the late hours of the night; and that was quite odd indeed. Having an apartment so near the center of it all any time of the day was rarely quite. Walls were as thin as paper and it did not take much to hear the neighbors next door arguing, or the baby behind you screaming, or the dog across the hallway barking his head off. You heard everything so getting a full nights sleep without being disturbed was often impossible. I guess the gods were blessing this night, for all was silent. Adara of course was taking advantage of the silence and sleeping it away. That was until the druken man stumbled through the doors. Adara was startled from her sleep with the sounds of the man ramming into the walls and few pieces of furniture about the one room. Dark orbs narrowed as she tried to make out the figure in the midnight, clutching the sheets desperately near her. When the reek of alcohol hit her nostrils the mixed blood knew who it was stumbling through the room; her father. Rising from the bed with nothing more then her undergarments on and her raven's back hair cascading down her shoulder Adara went to the man who had by now fallen on the floor. "Aba, be calm, please. You are home now. It will be fine. Just be calm." The young girl soothed softly, resting her hands gently on his back and rubbing her palms on the surface. "Nah! Nah!" Cried the man. "I...feenish the fight! I.... pommel them all! I.....do dis ting." He slurred, trying to scramble to his feet, pushing his daughter away in the process; laughing all the while. "Aba, please! Be calm! The fight is over. You are safe and home; home with Adara!" She cried fervently, giving her father a good shake. "Stop fighting me, relax. We must get the alcohol out of your system." "NAH! I FIGHT!"The man roared. Violently pushing his daughter away with what was left of his druken strength he scrambled for the door and rushed out. The man rushed down the hallway, slamming into walls as he went but all the same moving at quite a fast pace. "Aba please!" Adara cried as she took off after her father, not caring about her undressed state. Her dark hair flew behind her as she followed after the druken steps of her father. Her coal black eyes were wide with worry and even a tint of fear. I don't know why she still feared for the life of that man. Over the past years he had been coming home drunk more and more often leaving his daughter to clean up his vomit and try and clear his clouded mind. Why did she still care if he lived or died as he drank his life away. She still loved him, because no matter what he did he was still her father. She would not just leave him to rot in his filth. Lungs burning and arms shaking Adara sucked in her breath as a blast of harsh fall air hit her bare body. Standing at the entryway her eyes scanned the area for her father. "Aba, please come back!"[/b] She cried, desperation clearly being heard in her voice. "Aba please!" ----------------------------------------------------------------- Fall 3, 513 AV "Aba please." Muttered a half sleeping voice. Two coal black orbs fluttered open and stared at the dark ceiling above them. Even in the dark she could just make out the formation of mold on the wall, the peelings sliding off, and the night crawlers claiming domain. This was not the luxury hotel. A hand slid over her face as a soft sigh escaped her maw. That sigh was riddled with exhaustion and sadness. She had the dream again. The same dream that had been tormenting her restless mind for months now. The dream that had actually taken place last spring, when her father had ran off drunker then a dog and had never returned. For months now she had searched for him without a sign. Many of the townspeople said they say his body floating down the river, or say him being beaten to death by the men he owed money to, or that the knights themselves dragged his raving form away and out of the city forever. She did not know who to believe. She believed all of them and none of them at the same time. Her mind was just now always riddled with worry. She just needed to know for sure. Groaning a little Adara shifted to lying on her right side and closed her eyes firmly. She just needed to get some more sleep. It would be time for her to be getting up soon anyway, sleep while she still could. It was no use though now, her mind was disturbed. No matter how much she slowed her breathing, no matter how many positions she tried, sleep had abandoned her for the night. "Damn it." The now rather angry Adara muttered as she threw the thin sheets off of her. Sitting up in bed she glared at the opposite wall spitefully as if it was the cause of her lack of sleep. Placing cold hands on her neck she rubbed the sore spot right at the base with her head rolled back and her eyes closed. After a moment she rose to her feet, long hair falling down to her waste and walked over to the small trunk on the floor. Not bothering to wash up for she put on her pants, laced up her leather boots, and threw the coat over her bare body. She just had to get out of this little space, breath a little; relax. So walking through the maze of hallways and stairs until she found her way out and into the open air. Her lungs right away filled with the precious fresh air. Standing there on the stone stairwell with her hand against the stone wall to steady herself Adara just filled her mind with calm thoughts and tried to relax. Even standing there with fresh air coursing through her lungs the dark thoughts were already starting to surface. Eyes flashing open she looked around desperately for something, anything that would distract her troubled mind. "I think now is the perfect time for a dance." Adara said softly to herself as she went back down into the many castle corridors until she came to the large outdoor courtyard. The young woman did not even stop to see if anyone was watching, humming a low tune to herself she started to twirl around in her thin coat, arms spread out, head held back, eyes closed, and a small smile starting to form. ----   Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Cooking 5 SP 5 Novice Dance 9 SP 9 Novice Medicine 10 SP 10 Novice Seduction 5 SP 5 Novice Tattooing 5 SP 5 Novice Boxing 10RB, 16SP 26 Competent   Posessions 1 Set of Clothing -Linen Shirt -Linen Pants -Linen Undergarments -Simple Coat -Leather Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel - 100 Gold Mizas ----- -1 Gloves, Boxing/Sport - two square yards of silk   Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Boxing gloves -3GM 97 GM

[Matthew]

He slowly ran through the streets of Syliras, long legs jogging at a steady pace. He had checked with the Knights beforehand, asking permission and getting their suggestion for the best path. The harlot was always extremely polite to the Knights, though not out of a desire to please them. He simply knew they were the owners of the place, and in a sense, he was merely a guest in their home. He had enough of a mind to be polite. He glanced about, keeping an eye out for anyone who was out late. His breath burst from his lungs in slow and controlled bursts, Matthew doing his best to keep up a steady pattern as his chest burned. His legs were starting to ache too, this lap being the tenth around his little course. He wasn't sure if it was that far or not. He knew it was taking a toll on his body, but it was for the best. Stamina was an extremely important strength to have in the bedroom, in a variety of different ways. He continued running, pushing himself to continue onwards. His lungs burned hotter and his legs ached more, and after a few more chimes he realized that he was about to give out. With a displeased grunt he began to slow down, coming to a slow stop in an open courtyard. The harlot was shirtless, detailed body glistening with sweat, loose cotton shorts hugging to his hips. He had pulled on some boots, not all that trusting of the dirty castle floors. Bending over, he grabbed his knees with his hands and sucked in several deep breaths.

Something caused the hairs on his skin to rise, and his ice blue eyes slowly slid upwards. He was a few chimes too late in realizing that he had stumbled upon someone. His head instantly and instinctively tilted, sharp eyes staring at the girl he had come across, briefly scanning her over to commit outward details to memory. She looked like she had hurriedly dressed. It was late. And she was dancing? A closer look revealed that she was moving fairly gracefully, and that her body was built in the lithe and muscled figure of a dancer. Was that what she was? Why practice at night, though?

The harlot felt rude interrupting, but here he was. He merely stood there for a moment, not so sure if he wanted to interrupt. Had she noticed him yet? Her eyes were closed. It would probably be a bit ruder to not say anything at all though, if not just a bit creepy. He slowly straightened his worn body, a soft and well-pronounced voice leaking out for her to hear. "Hello. I apologize for interrupting. I was so focused on my running that I didn't even notice you until I had stumbled in too deeply." There, that didn't sound that creepy. He was getting better at telling what was socially unacceptable and what wasn't. Or at least he thought he was.

[Adara Meadows]

Adara Meadows ---- There we go. All the troubles seemed to just be melting away as she twirled around. Her arms extended towards the sky as she spun on one leg and the other kicked up for balance. Her head came back, curving her neck and hair falling towards the ground as it flew like a dark flag. Now, she was calm. It was cold for the fall, and even with her thin coat she would be shivering. Adara did not notice; not the cold, her hunger, her worries. Everything seemed to be gone. Pop, like a bubble it was gone. It was night. Even with the knights always around Adara did not trust the hallways of the castle at night. Why should she? Foolish girl! She was out here alone. What was she thinking? Turning towards the voice her stance right away became defensive. Feet spread apart and legs locked in tight for bracing. Arms pulled in close to her body ready to be swung, she was a boxer after all. Dark eyes scanned the figure before her, taking him all in with a sharp glance. Most women probably would have swooned at the sight of such a fine looking man shirtless and glistening with sweat. Yet here Adara was seeming unfazed. She had grown up being accustomed to such tights. Many times over she would see young men shirtless, drenched in sweat as they boxed one another. This was just something common for the young girl. He still startled her. Who in the world just came up to a random stranger at night and started talking? Sure, she had been pretty weird dancing like that, but he could have just walked on. Realizing she was in the outer courtyard with nothing but her coat and breeches Adara pulled the fabrics closer to her body. "You have no need for apologies." She muttered softly, trying her hand at being polite. "I was just.....getting air for my thoughts." ----   Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Cooking 5 SP 5 Novice Dance 9 SP 9 Novice Medicine 10 SP 10 Novice Seduction 5 SP 5 Novice Tattooing 5 SP 5 Novice Boxing 10RB, 16SP 26 Competent [/tab]