Post by Lothani on Apr 20, 2008 2:29:13 GMT -5
"It's a beautiful life,
And it is not for all of us.
It's a beautiful sound
When you come tumbling down,
Broken at the knees."
And it is not for all of us.
It's a beautiful sound
When you come tumbling down,
Broken at the knees."
Following the sweet melodious sound of her voice came a humming to the same intoxicating tune. This was deliciously trailed by rubbing sounds of her latex boots shuffling together to rest on the bottom rail of the small table she was seated at. Tilting backward with cat-like grace on her wooden chair, she grasped her glass of shiraz from the table-top, and sipped to her delight. Its' warm biting flavour coated her throat like the reds and black plastic leather, snuggling into the corners of her mouth like lovers in bed. Her old chauffer's hat tilted forward off its' own accord, cloaking her honey eyes in partial shadow, while baring her light brown cropped hair to fall backward, then forward. A pink tongue lashed her lips of the escaping wine as she crossed one taut leg over the other, absently reminding herself to pay a visit to the so called "Lord of the Hunt".
Eyes stared from each corner of the pub as she ran her brown finger around the rim of her wine glass, making it sing like a forbidden song to a nun's ears. Lothani hummed to the tune she was causing, enthralled in her glass so much that she didn't notice so many eyes glaring at the sound she made. Honey lashed sills met, and she felt as though she were floating, swinging on the two remaining grounded legs of her chair. A shattering of glass tore through her momentarily peaceful existance; a brawl was breaking out between a half troll and a human, a club and wand versus a wand. Without looking behind her, the demon tilted her head to one side, allowing the club a path to the wall since it had missed the man it was aimed at. It hissed at her ear, though she remained humming, keeping to herself. The fight eventually made its merry way to her side of the pub, coming dangerously close to her bite.
A growl deep in her throat issued a warning to obviously no one who was listening, and her eyes shot open as the half troll was tossed onto her table. As if with no effort, she leapt from her chair, landing on five inch pin-thin heels easily, and wrenched the being from her area, throwing him quickly back at the wizard who'd almost disposed of. Her hair bopped with each movement of hers, as she watched the wizard and half-troll tumble through the tavern door. Her chest rose, and she exhaled in the form of a snort at their misfortune, slightly detested from the blood on her hands. Going back to her chair to collect her glass of wine, she removed herself to another un-shattered table. Her dark hand lifted the glass to her nose as she sat down, allowing the scent to waft, blinding her sense of smell from the blood.