Waiting, always waiting

[Fenem Respice]

The bar was filled with patrons, many of them human. The people gave him little attention, though he stuck out like a rabbit in a wolf pack. To be more accurate, he was a wolf in a burrow. His long, white hair was elegant, as was his dress. The lengthy black coat, which he had buttoned to his neck, had nary a stain or spot of mud. His matching undershirt could not be seen, and his large Hakuma could barely be seen, covered by the tails. Fenem had been to this bar before, about seventy-five years ago. The scene was quite different then. He was there for a completely different reason as well. He thought back to that time.

The people of Corone had sent their prisoners to Antioch. However, they had somehow overwhelmed the guards and now were loose. The navy’s of these two cities planned an assault upon the criminals. Fenem wished to provide his services. Besides, he might get a free meal out of the ordeal. He had not had human flesh in quite some time. This would be an excellent opportunity. However, the unexpected happened, and they captured the Corone navy, or what was left. Fenem happened to be aboard one of the Antioch ships, but barley made it out alive. The meal was less that satisfying.

A clatter of drinks brought him back to the present. The barmaid ha momentarily lost her footing, and almost tumbled to the ground. Luckily, she had excellent balance, and recovered, spilling only a few drops of the precious alcoholic beverages.

“What will you have son?” The barkeep asked from behind the counter where Fenem had set his sword.

“Nothing yet, I’m waiting for someone.” His voice was low, and gravely, not matching his young body.

“You’re going to have to by something if you want to stay.”

Fenem dug into his pocket and pulled out a silver coin. “What will this get me?”

The keep took the coin, examined it, and after he seemed satisfied, answered, “A pint of ail, or a draft of Rye Rum.”

“I’ll have the rum, thanks.” Fenem waited patiently and smiled when his drink was brought to him. All he had to do now was wait.

[seed]

Seed slipped in through the hinges of the windows.

Seed watched how everything seemed so ordinary, until it caught a glimpse of Fenem.

Seed felt the strong mental aura of Fenem. That aura glowed from Fenem as if Fenem was a cousin of the Sun. Seed needed shelter for the night and the strength of Fenem gave great promise.

Seed hopped into Fenem's feet and explored the moist, damp surroundings. Satisfied, it decided to stay with Fenem until he found it appropriate to leave.

After two hours, Seed began to wonder why Fenem was not moving, as if waiting for something.

[Isalidi]

Yay, I'm joining another RP! Pleased to make ya'lls acquaintance!

A Chronological Note to Self (not understandable to those who don't know my character): This is between the time Shika left the military and the events of CUWTW.

Note to mods, and anyone else who cares: I might make the occasional allusion to things that seem to be a little "separate" from the Althanas setting. Well, the Althanas setting doesn't quite cut it with my storyline (that I actually developed for the Althanas setting, go firgure), so perhaps I've tweaked the politics a little bit to include some universal government going on "behind the scenes", beyond most people's knowledge. Just thought I'd add this note.

I entered the bar, glad for the reprieve: It had been a long week. I left the military and fleed the area (completely leaving my fiancee behind), I trekked across untold miles of terrains varying so totally that one could hardly believe they were on the same continent, and finally sailed across a decent-sized ocean in bad weather on a raft, to finally arrive on a small island somewhat near my final destination of Scara Brae.***

It was a nice day, but I desperately needed to get drunk and forget about my life for a while. I sat down at the bar (perhaps a little too comfortable. They overdid it quite a bit on the cushions) and ordered a whiskey. It was given to me quickly, so I took a sip and discovered that I'd been given coffee. I tried to get the barman's attention, but he quickly became focused on making conversation with someone who I supposed was an acquaintance of his, a young lad with black hair.

After about two minutes, I sighed and gave up. This man had a very one-track mind, it seemed, but there was something of a din in the bar, anyway. While I was sitting, bored, for his attention to waver, I noticed someone rather unusual looking also at the bar. A young man, it seemed, with long, white hair. His nice clothing was also a bit more-than-apparent.

Who is that...? Oh well. Best to try to ignore him.

I tried to ignore him, although it probably wouldn't have taken much of an occasion to cause me to jump the chance to ask him about himself.

***I actually have no idea where The PP is, and I can't be bothered to look it up right now, so I'll place it where it would make the most sense for my character to be. Sorry for any incorrectness. I'm terrible at meeting standards.

[Taskmienster]

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