Based on activities in the Red Dragon Inn, 07/15/2007, approximately 11pm-1am
It was a quiet night in the Dragon. S'jira had turned in already but he was feeling restless and had gone out wandering about the city a bit. The common room was about half-full when he returned, and he spent some time just watching for a bit. There were so many new faces of late, so many new scents.
Jewell had wandered in, glowing from a battle in the rings, and from her mood it was a victorious night for her. As he followed her across the room towards the bar, she was intercepted by one he had been watching earlier. He didn't seem to speak, and just radiated heat.
"He uses hand words like Danae...." he called over to Jewell after a couple of failed attempts by her to talk to him in different tongues.
She replied with a questioning look "But I don't know that."
He started to turn and order a drink, his gaze shifting to Des and Gav behind the bar when she made a third attempt, speaking in a sort of high-pitched whistle that was like a mix of bird songs....and something he had never quite heard before.
And it sent a piercing, sharp pain right through his head.
His ears fell flat to his head, trying to shut out the sound, but it wasn't working and his head started swimming. A hand reached out to grab ahold of the edge of the bar, even as the fingers on the other hand reached to rub his temple. Slow deep breaths were taken, pressure point near his temple was stroked and his eyes closed as he tried to shut out the ....no....not the sound, he was beyond hearing the sound from without. It was the sounds from within that were rising now. He tried to calm himself, but he knew it was already too late. He could feel things changing.
"Panth..you okay?"
He heard her, smelled her, then felt her as Jewell's fingers brushed his shoulder. He could also feel the muscles under her touch moving of their own accord. "What's going on..." she quietly asked.
He reached out, fingers fumbling to untie the band of braided leather at his wrist, he nearly shoved it in to her hand...
If she answered, he no longer heard it, the sound of blood rushing through his body was all he could hear.
He tried to speak, and it was harder than it should be. "Tell 'jirrrrra...." it came out as a rumble...."back as soon as can...." He pried his hand from the edge of the bar, the gouges in the wood left as an indication of his tight grip. That hand clenched to a fist as he turned. "watch herrrrrr...."
His eyes no longer truly saw, but he smelled, and as he turned a past Jewell the female felines scent hit him...full on and right before him. All he could manage was a guttural snarl before he was moving for the door. By the time he was halfway there, a chair or two had been knocked aside and he was nearly running. As he hit the door way, he practically lept out in to the night on all fours. And a second after that he was swallowed up by the darkness surrounding the Inn.
Jewell had wandered in, glowing from a battle in the rings, and from her mood it was a victorious night for her. As he followed her across the room towards the bar, she was intercepted by one he had been watching earlier. He didn't seem to speak, and just radiated heat.
"He uses hand words like Danae...." he called over to Jewell after a couple of failed attempts by her to talk to him in different tongues.
She replied with a questioning look "But I don't know that."
He started to turn and order a drink, his gaze shifting to Des and Gav behind the bar when she made a third attempt, speaking in a sort of high-pitched whistle that was like a mix of bird songs....and something he had never quite heard before.
And it sent a piercing, sharp pain right through his head.
His ears fell flat to his head, trying to shut out the sound, but it wasn't working and his head started swimming. A hand reached out to grab ahold of the edge of the bar, even as the fingers on the other hand reached to rub his temple. Slow deep breaths were taken, pressure point near his temple was stroked and his eyes closed as he tried to shut out the ....no....not the sound, he was beyond hearing the sound from without. It was the sounds from within that were rising now. He tried to calm himself, but he knew it was already too late. He could feel things changing.
"Panth..you okay?"
He heard her, smelled her, then felt her as Jewell's fingers brushed his shoulder. He could also feel the muscles under her touch moving of their own accord. "What's going on..." she quietly asked.
He reached out, fingers fumbling to untie the band of braided leather at his wrist, he nearly shoved it in to her hand...
If she answered, he no longer heard it, the sound of blood rushing through his body was all he could hear.
He tried to speak, and it was harder than it should be. "Tell 'jirrrrra...." it came out as a rumble...."back as soon as can...." He pried his hand from the edge of the bar, the gouges in the wood left as an indication of his tight grip. That hand clenched to a fist as he turned. "watch herrrrrr...."
His eyes no longer truly saw, but he smelled, and as he turned a past Jewell the female felines scent hit him...full on and right before him. All he could manage was a guttural snarl before he was moving for the door. By the time he was halfway there, a chair or two had been knocked aside and he was nearly running. As he hit the door way, he practically lept out in to the night on all fours. And a second after that he was swallowed up by the darkness surrounding the Inn.