Post by Iriana Caius on Jun 12, 2014 21:24:01 GMT -5
How the hell she got here she wasn't sure but this was far too fascinating to leave. Iriana hadn't been home for a week now, too busy meeting people and getting herself into yet more trouble to be bothered with returning to her personal dump but that didn't mean she was unprepared. Before she had left the house a week ago, she had found a meager supply of weaponry in the house. It still surprised her, the things that were there. There had been a willow bow, a hand and a half sword, a few throwing knives, some darts, and a pair of daggers. The daggers had easily caught Iriana's eye. The weapons were, from handle to knife tip, the length from the crook of Iri's elbow to the tip of her longest finger, their blades were an iridescent black material edged with silver steel, the handle also steel but covered with carefully woven leather strips. An onyx gem rested at the end of the comfortably shaped handle, completing the gorgeous weapon. These weapons were concealed carefully by the flowing skirt Iriana had changed into.
This skirt stopped just above her ankles and was a royal purple color, bound at her hips with twin black cords that tied at the uppermost part of her hip bones. Iriana had, of course, fashioned this from an old dress that she may or may not have swiped when a vendor wasn't looking, the slits of this particular skirt stopping halfway up her thigh where, if one looked carefully enough, the twin dagger were fastened. Iri had decided to shake thing up a bit with her top, it started just below her bust, the neckline created by a single purple strap, lined with the black cord that laced corset style down what small bit of her back the scandalous top covered. Her hair flowed loose tonight and she had somehow come by a bit a kohl to line her upper lid, making her blue gray eyes all the colder amidst the warm evening.
Iriana's hips swished with a natural swing that spoke of ease and confidence even among such unfamiliar and seemingly hazardous surroundings. In her wandering over the past week Iriana had seen many things and faced many meager dangers but now she found herself beyond even the red light district. The people here did not avert their gaze from Iri's oddly exposed skin but issued challenges with glances or stared appraisingly at her freckled olive skin and Iriana couldn't help but wonder if they were judging how much her flesh would sell for. The streets were dark and mysterious with the star dappled sky hanging above them making the purple robed Iriana seem to float like an apparition through the streets, a spirit seemingly untouched by the loud music, shouting, and chanting coming from all sides.
Creatures more shadow than human lurked in the shadows, their hooded eyes staring from the deepest parts of the alleys, searching for a target unfortunate enough to catch their attention in the rapidly aging night, groups and singles of rough looking men and women staggering about he streets singing or tumbling out of doors throwing fists like confetti, their voices thick with alcohol, cigarettes, and various other means of celebration though what they were celebrating was unclear. Iriana watched with amusement, her pace never faltering as she meandered down the center of the cracked cobble creek. Oddly enough, the danger and unpredictable surroundings birthed in her a greater confidence, she stepped with purpose and her her chin proudly confident in her ability to conquer whatever came her way in this urchin infested area.
Chax had done his best to deter Iriana from entering this side of town, a side he knew well, but she would not be off put no matter how he nipped her heels and whimpered. At last, when it became apparent to him that she would not deviate from her path, he gave up with a sigh, skulking about nearly a yard behind her, ears pinned and he peered into the shadows as if expecting them to come alive beneath his paws. With every shout, his ear stood and he paused half a step, listening for a familiar tone of voice in the place he had once known so well but it seemed all of his former companions were not in the streets tonight. If Chax were to be honest with himself, he would venture to say he missed it here though the feeling of the road beneath him was far better than a fragile throne he had once claimed. Nonetheless, he tread lightly, always watching, determined to protect the girl he had been assigned.
But now, Iri stopped, she had wandered over to a corner, peering in the window of some tavern with a twisted smile on her face. She had gotten a bit away form Chax so he bounded a few steps to her side. Iriana stretched up on her toes, leaning this and that to survey the crowd inside the warmly lit pub as the betted, sang, played games, and downed drink after drink with surprising ease. Iriana laughed to herself as a half jackal Shifter pitted his arm against that of a man twice his size, yelping in horror as his whole body went flying with a flick of the burly man's arm. Iriana felt Chax press against her leg and absently reached a hand down to stroke his ears, not noticing a clutch of people that came staggering out of the yellow lighted tavern though their alcohol scented flesh should have been detectable for blocks as it soaked into their much stained and filthy clothing.
Iriana pressed a palm against the glass window, continuing to watch the madness inside, why hadn't she come here sooner? This place was far more fun that the dull human city and better yet no man had touched her. Even now she saw women seated at the bar with the men, talking just as loudly and downing just as many oddly colored beverages. This was what acceptance looked like. Perhaps there had been a mistake and Iriana in fact belonged here.... wherever here was.
This skirt stopped just above her ankles and was a royal purple color, bound at her hips with twin black cords that tied at the uppermost part of her hip bones. Iriana had, of course, fashioned this from an old dress that she may or may not have swiped when a vendor wasn't looking, the slits of this particular skirt stopping halfway up her thigh where, if one looked carefully enough, the twin dagger were fastened. Iri had decided to shake thing up a bit with her top, it started just below her bust, the neckline created by a single purple strap, lined with the black cord that laced corset style down what small bit of her back the scandalous top covered. Her hair flowed loose tonight and she had somehow come by a bit a kohl to line her upper lid, making her blue gray eyes all the colder amidst the warm evening.
Iriana's hips swished with a natural swing that spoke of ease and confidence even among such unfamiliar and seemingly hazardous surroundings. In her wandering over the past week Iriana had seen many things and faced many meager dangers but now she found herself beyond even the red light district. The people here did not avert their gaze from Iri's oddly exposed skin but issued challenges with glances or stared appraisingly at her freckled olive skin and Iriana couldn't help but wonder if they were judging how much her flesh would sell for. The streets were dark and mysterious with the star dappled sky hanging above them making the purple robed Iriana seem to float like an apparition through the streets, a spirit seemingly untouched by the loud music, shouting, and chanting coming from all sides.
Creatures more shadow than human lurked in the shadows, their hooded eyes staring from the deepest parts of the alleys, searching for a target unfortunate enough to catch their attention in the rapidly aging night, groups and singles of rough looking men and women staggering about he streets singing or tumbling out of doors throwing fists like confetti, their voices thick with alcohol, cigarettes, and various other means of celebration though what they were celebrating was unclear. Iriana watched with amusement, her pace never faltering as she meandered down the center of the cracked cobble creek. Oddly enough, the danger and unpredictable surroundings birthed in her a greater confidence, she stepped with purpose and her her chin proudly confident in her ability to conquer whatever came her way in this urchin infested area.
Chax had done his best to deter Iriana from entering this side of town, a side he knew well, but she would not be off put no matter how he nipped her heels and whimpered. At last, when it became apparent to him that she would not deviate from her path, he gave up with a sigh, skulking about nearly a yard behind her, ears pinned and he peered into the shadows as if expecting them to come alive beneath his paws. With every shout, his ear stood and he paused half a step, listening for a familiar tone of voice in the place he had once known so well but it seemed all of his former companions were not in the streets tonight. If Chax were to be honest with himself, he would venture to say he missed it here though the feeling of the road beneath him was far better than a fragile throne he had once claimed. Nonetheless, he tread lightly, always watching, determined to protect the girl he had been assigned.
But now, Iri stopped, she had wandered over to a corner, peering in the window of some tavern with a twisted smile on her face. She had gotten a bit away form Chax so he bounded a few steps to her side. Iriana stretched up on her toes, leaning this and that to survey the crowd inside the warmly lit pub as the betted, sang, played games, and downed drink after drink with surprising ease. Iriana laughed to herself as a half jackal Shifter pitted his arm against that of a man twice his size, yelping in horror as his whole body went flying with a flick of the burly man's arm. Iriana felt Chax press against her leg and absently reached a hand down to stroke his ears, not noticing a clutch of people that came staggering out of the yellow lighted tavern though their alcohol scented flesh should have been detectable for blocks as it soaked into their much stained and filthy clothing.
Iriana pressed a palm against the glass window, continuing to watch the madness inside, why hadn't she come here sooner? This place was far more fun that the dull human city and better yet no man had touched her. Even now she saw women seated at the bar with the men, talking just as loudly and downing just as many oddly colored beverages. This was what acceptance looked like. Perhaps there had been a mistake and Iriana in fact belonged here.... wherever here was.