[OPEN] NO MORE BEAR MEAT

[wilder]

Who: Zelos and YOU
What: Sick of hanging around the Sanctum (and bear meat), Zelos decides to head out
Where: Silverglen Retreat
When: Todayish?
Warnings: Swearing and violence most likely

[A. Silverglen Retreat. OPEN TO RED, BRONZE AND GREEN FLIGHTS.]

[It seriously hadn't taken long for Zelos to be sick of hanging around the Sanctum and training all the time. Being kept somewhere for his safekeeping had never sat well with him, after all. So he worked on learning about the other areas from the dragons. Sure, most places in the area seemed to want to happily kill him- but it sounded like Silverglen Retreat would be alright for a first stop!]

[Especially if he wanted to get food that wasn't flame-cooked bear meat.]

[And so, ignoring warnings of how it was dangerous outside, he headed out to Silverglen Retreat. He made it there without incident, and once he proved he was a Redsworn, he was allowed in with only wary staresm - which was something he was used to anyway.]

[His hair probably makes him for an easy person to spot in the marketplace, and currently he's wandering the stalls trying to figure out how to get supplies in a trade-based economy when your life skills are well, limited, to say the least.]

[B. Forest outside Silverglen Retreat. OPEN TO ALL.]

[Eventually it seemed some elf decided to throw him a bone (or just get to stop hitting on their daughters for stuff) and made an arrangement that if he brought back a number of stag flanks- they'd give him some supplies he needed. Which hey, he could do that! He could fight, so that shouldn't be a problem, right?]

[Except, for one problem your character might come across, as he kneels over a stag that's clearly been killed by fire and sword cuts - a look of frustrated confusion very clear on his face]

Damn...where's the flank again?

Comments

[wilder]

[A shrug]

There's no money to be had. Apparently everything's by trade.

[theshadowkissed]

Let me guess, you've got nothing to barter with.

[wilder]

Just my good looks and knack for stabbing things!

[theshadowkissed]

I'm not so sure that's going to help you here.

[She gave him a wink before walking over to the next stand over. She pulled a perfectly ripe apple out of her jacket pocket and offers it to the elven merchant, pointing to a necklace. He shakes his head and, after a quick chat, she pulled another apple out of her other pocket. Accepting the offer, he hands over the necklace - a beautiful silver and copper thing in the style of one of those elven star designs. She turned back to Zelos.]

Want to help a girl put her necklace on?

Wow DW did not give me this notif

[wilder]

Yeah, maybe not.

[Curse not having any actual profitable skills. But he'll watch her. He's...pretty impressed she was able to convince him to give a necklace away for only two apples. Back home, that probably been laughable]

[Then again, with how hungry he was, he probably would've picked the apples too.]

Uh- sure thing!

[He'll step over and offer his hand to take the necklace]

bad DW, no biscuit

[theshadowkissed]

[Rose handed the necklace over and turned around. Gathering her hair up off the back of her neck, she didn't even think about him seeing her Promise Mark or other guardian tattoos located there.

Down the middle was an elongated S- shape, to the left of it were two x-marks that looked a lot like crossed lightning bolts and on the right was a fancy looking star. All four were done in black ink.]

Thanks.

[wilder]

[Yep, he sure is noticing the tattoos as he puts the necklace on. Since hey, they were pretty interesting looking]

What does the S stand for?

[theshadowkissed]

It's not an S. It's my Promise Mark. It means I completed my training and passed my test to be recognized as a full Guardian.

[wilder]

A full Guardian? What's that?

[theshadowkissed]

Oh, we're elite bodyguards specially trained to handle evil undead threats.

[wilder]

Oh.

...Do the evil undead make a lot of assassination attempts where you're from?

[theshadowkissed]

Enough that Guardians are needed to protect the Royals no matter what.

[wilder]

Wow...

Makes me kinda glad the undead where I'm from just indiscriminately try to kill anyone they find.

[theshadowkissed]

Sometimes the Strigoi aren't so picky. They just have this hard-on to destroy all the Royal houses.

[wilder]

How come? Do they have like cursed jewels or something?

[theshadowkissed]

Because destroying the Royals destroys the monarchy.

[wilder]

Really? I had no idea.

[Dryness aside]

But why would undead care about the monarchy?

[theshadowkissed]

Wouldn't anyone who wanted power and control care about the monarchy? And I suppose Royals' blood tastes better.

[wilder]

Ha, your Royals must be different than ours. I'd imagine their blood would taste as foul as their hearts.

[Though okay, maybe Hilda was alright...sometimes]

[theshadowkissed]

Who knows what evil undead assholes really think anyways? [She arched an eyebrow.] Unless you happen to be an evil undead asshole. And if so, I'd have to say bravo for fooling me.

[wilder]

Me?

Nah. I'm just a dead asshole.

[theshadowkissed]

Those I don't have to kill, so count yourself lucky.

[wilder]

Wait, so I was undead you'd kill me? Even if I didn't care about your monarchs?

[theshadowkissed]

I'd probably consider it. All the awesome hair in the world couldn't save you from being an abomination.

[wilder]

Haha...

Not even a little? The curls and color are all natural.