Althanian
EXP: 8,146, Level: 3
Level completed: 79%,
EXP required for next Level: 854
Demigod? Rahl, that was impressive. My features became appreciation as I began to nod, slowly, my eyes taking her in. Part succubus - that definitely explained something about her. From the flirtation, to my interest in her and - dare I admit it - my heart pounding heavily. Intrigued, I let myself smile and lifted my chin as my fingers curled around the beer..
“Sired … from a demigod you say? Which one?†Because I knew quite a few, and had even had some relations with a few. Though that was back before the Calamity.
The look of annoyance marred her angelic features for a moment before she quickly composed herself once more. “You want to talk about my creator?†A sigh parted her lips as she pushed a hand through her locks. “The Thayneslayer, Breaker of chains, Joshua Cronen.†She practically spat his name out with disgust like it left a bad taste in her mouth.
My head tilted to the side and I looked into the distance, thinking of the name. Joshua Cronen - I frowned as I tried to think of a demigod by that name. ‘Demigod’ was a fairly relaxed word these days, and could be used to describe many things, from being blessed by a god, to being very distantly related to one. It did not mean, as it solely did in my elder days, that you were half god and half mortal. And then - Thayneslayer.
I breathed in. Few could claim that name. And only some months or years ago the divinity heavens were singing with the death of the Thayne Draconus. Slowly I breathed in, nodding and blinking as I looked back at her, my heart suddenly thumping with sorrow. A sigh escaped my lips. Even though I had not know them personally, and had heard terrible stories, to know the loss of another great divine being (besides Morté, because he was an ass) was harsh.
“Thayneslayer. I think ... I remember.†I looked back to her. “Not him. I remember hearing of Draconus’ death.â€
She pursed her plush lips out slightly as her dark gaze met mine. “Death tends to follow my family,†Her tone was nonchalant but her eyes told a different story. She cleared her throat before shaking her head.
I paused, and then nodded to a corner of the small, quiet bar. “Shall we?â€
Kora glanced from me to the table in the corner. She nodded slowly, “we shall,†she offered me one of her kinder smile, a blessing most didn’t get in a lifetime. Giving her a smile in return I picked up my beer and began to head over. There was a small booth with a padded seat either side and I sank into one side, wincing slightly as an ache still hating me.
“So,†I said as I watched her take the seat across from me. My hand curled tighter around my beer. “Your turn. I offered for you to ask any question.†And I looked into the fifteen year olds eyes, wondering if it was right to be entertaining ideas of a night with her, considering our vast age difference. But then, any age was vastly different to mine.