Zevran Arainai (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
antivanleather) wrote2012-07-14 08:46 pm
antivanleather) wrote2012-07-14 08:46 pm
First Cut - It's the deepest, woah [Action/Voice] Backdated to this morning
[Another day dawns and it's normal enough for the village. People laughing, groaning as they wake, brushing their teeth, taking a shower, or sleeping in. Things that are normal enough for anyone that isn't nocturnal.
What might not be normal is the fact that there is, your bed, hammock, or wherever it is that you sleep, an elf.
A tanned, tattooed sleeping elf, all but cuddled up next to whoever's still in bed with him, or curled around a pillow if they've stepped out for the aforementioned shower. The exhausted thing is out cold, wings tucked up against his spine, fingers of one hand curled as though cupping the face of a lover. Or around the hilt of an absent knife. Care to wake him from his deep slumber? Perhaps with a kiss? Or a fist. Whichever comes first.
Later in the day a voice rich with laughter crackles across the network]
-nd it records voice as well? Marvelous! Ah, the wonders of this world shall never cease. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zevran, Zev to my friends, and I was wondering if anyone could point me in the direction of a prime hunting ground. I've recently found my blades and find myself in need of an...exhausting diversion.
(ooc: Breaking time is just fine, and the art linked was drawn by the lovely Plum, Sabriel's mun. Tattoos doodled in by me.)
What might not be normal is the fact that there is, your bed, hammock, or wherever it is that you sleep, an elf.
A tanned, tattooed sleeping elf, all but cuddled up next to whoever's still in bed with him, or curled around a pillow if they've stepped out for the aforementioned shower. The exhausted thing is out cold, wings tucked up against his spine, fingers of one hand curled as though cupping the face of a lover. Or around the hilt of an absent knife. Care to wake him from his deep slumber? Perhaps with a kiss? Or a fist. Whichever comes first.
Later in the day a voice rich with laughter crackles across the network]
-nd it records voice as well? Marvelous! Ah, the wonders of this world shall never cease. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zevran, Zev to my friends, and I was wondering if anyone could point me in the direction of a prime hunting ground. I've recently found my blades and find myself in need of an...exhausting diversion.
(ooc: Breaking time is just fine, and the art linked was drawn by the lovely Plum, Sabriel's mun. Tattoos doodled in by me.)
Action
[At this point it's less about actually bedding the woman and more about watching her flail. Because she was so very lovely when she flailed. And this was more than a little hilarious to Zev. He's biting the inside of his cheek to keep from cracking up with laughter.]
So you do not care for the words and tying up of others, but you enjoy threesomes? I knew red headed women were the kinkiest sort!
Action
Well, not for her at least.
She turns back to the elf and folds her arms authoritatively.]
Look, a New Feather is someone the Malnosso just dropped here. You'll notice the sudden addition to your anatomy?
There should be a book close by with your name on it. [She gives a suffering sigh and looks heavenward.] And your clothes, if I have any luck.
Action
[The wings hadn't registered just yet. At their mention, however, Zev looks himself over. Everything seemed to be as it should-
and then he felt feathers along his sore back.
That. That was not there last night.]
I am dressed, to some degree.
Action
She takes a couple steps towards him, eyes searching the bed. Seemingly disappointed, she goes further into the room.]
So what's your name?
Action
[Zev tugs himself free of the sheets and sits up, odd little wings fluttering behind his back.]
Zevran Arainai- but you may call me whatever you desire.
Action
[Doing a quick search of her room...not in the closet...not on the windowsill...
She opens a dresser drawer and Ah, there we go. A journal with that same name on it.
Taking it, she walks back and offers it to the elf.] Z-E-V-R-A-N? Special delivery.
Action
[A cheeky grin as he accepts the book. Blinks at it, and then back at her.]
What is this? A little black book?
Action
There's a guide in there that'll show you the ropes. It's also how we fellow prisoners communicate.
Action
[Of course by the time he's flipped it open and looked, listened, read all the shifting posts and logs from the other members of the village it becomes very apparent.]
...ah. Like that.