Post by Wilderwuff on Sept 17, 2010 18:09:20 GMT -5
Morning. To one, it could be considered the birth of a new day, a beautiful beginning, a wonder to behold.
Well, to Kasap and Atmaca, it was simply another morning.
The siblings had rested overnight in the inn, before heading off towards Red Axe. They had gotten bathed, dressed in their usual loose, hooded outfits, packed, and of course got a bite to eat. The two Fel'asaris had to be in the best shape should they be hired.
Before they left, Kasap went to buy some more food before the continuation of their travels, and to pay the Dog's owner for their overnight stay. Atmaca, meanwhile, stood outside, leaning against one of the fences, arms habitually crossed. She boredly watched passers-by... well, pass by, occasionally shooting some of them a ruby glare framed by a gray hood and brown-tipped raven hair.
She sighed. What was taking her brother so long?
---
Kasap frowned. Something he usually did to show displeasure. He had payed for the bought food and board and was about to leave when some brute confronted him. His breath was heavy with alcohol, and was obviously drunk, wanting to pick a fight.
"C'moon," slurred the thug, "Yur a chicken. Yuh don't wunna fight me c'uz yur a chicken!" Kasap shot him a look. "I am no coward," he said simply. His accent was rich. "I just know how to not pick bad fights." The drunken brute growled. The situation was beginning to heat up. Kasap glanced around the room, noticing that many of the customers were watching. He knew this was a good opportunity to get hired by one who saw some potential, be he had to be on his way.
Kasap's blood red eyes narrowed. "I warn you just once," he said, "Do not mess with me." The brute chuckled. "I wuz never uh smart kid," he mumbled, "But I culd always smell uh coward frumuh mile away. C'mere, you little gutless wimp!" The brutish man lunged with a right hook. Kasap took a stance, and in one swift movement grabbed his arm and used his opponent's massive momentum against him. He twisted his arm, easily knocking him off balance and knocking him to the ground. Kasap, wiping his hands in a businesslike manner, turned to leave, unaware that the drunken brute was about to grab his ankle and trip him.
((Bleh, introduction FAAIL.))
Well, to Kasap and Atmaca, it was simply another morning.
The siblings had rested overnight in the inn, before heading off towards Red Axe. They had gotten bathed, dressed in their usual loose, hooded outfits, packed, and of course got a bite to eat. The two Fel'asaris had to be in the best shape should they be hired.
Before they left, Kasap went to buy some more food before the continuation of their travels, and to pay the Dog's owner for their overnight stay. Atmaca, meanwhile, stood outside, leaning against one of the fences, arms habitually crossed. She boredly watched passers-by... well, pass by, occasionally shooting some of them a ruby glare framed by a gray hood and brown-tipped raven hair.
She sighed. What was taking her brother so long?
---
Kasap frowned. Something he usually did to show displeasure. He had payed for the bought food and board and was about to leave when some brute confronted him. His breath was heavy with alcohol, and was obviously drunk, wanting to pick a fight.
"C'moon," slurred the thug, "Yur a chicken. Yuh don't wunna fight me c'uz yur a chicken!" Kasap shot him a look. "I am no coward," he said simply. His accent was rich. "I just know how to not pick bad fights." The drunken brute growled. The situation was beginning to heat up. Kasap glanced around the room, noticing that many of the customers were watching. He knew this was a good opportunity to get hired by one who saw some potential, be he had to be on his way.
Kasap's blood red eyes narrowed. "I warn you just once," he said, "Do not mess with me." The brute chuckled. "I wuz never uh smart kid," he mumbled, "But I culd always smell uh coward frumuh mile away. C'mere, you little gutless wimp!" The brutish man lunged with a right hook. Kasap took a stance, and in one swift movement grabbed his arm and used his opponent's massive momentum against him. He twisted his arm, easily knocking him off balance and knocking him to the ground. Kasap, wiping his hands in a businesslike manner, turned to leave, unaware that the drunken brute was about to grab his ankle and trip him.
((Bleh, introduction FAAIL.))