RP:Bittersweet Whiskey
Frostmaw Tavern
Mythayus storms in, an angered expression on his face. He had a chained leash in his right hand that lead to the minotaur that followed behind him. If you were to take notice of his eyes they were continually changing form his royal blue human eyes to the serpentine dragon eyes of his true form. He seemed to just be upset at the situation verses anyone specifically. He sat down at at the bar. He pointed at drargon the to the bar infront of him.
Chakor was walking down from his room upstairs. All the traveling and drama the day before had tired the warrior. The elf had been napping so his usual armor and gear weren't on him at the moment, instead he wore some simple cotton shorts and a tank top. As he yawns and rubs his eyes he notices a large figure near the tavern bar. As his eyes focus he can make out that its a minotaur with a chain coming from it's neck; following the chain to its owner he's shocked to see Mythayus holding the heavy leash. Barefooted and without a worry the elf bounds over to his love. He sits down next to the human and orders a tall flaggon of ale. Turning to the knight he can almost see the heat from anger radiating off of his crush, he looks to his eyes and can tell that they are going through an odd chaning pattern. The elf places his hand on Mythayus' forearm and speaks "What's wrong love? You look positively pissed."
A serpentine side glances at the elf. Myth closes his eyes and give a violent shake of his head. When his eyes open, they are the normal royal blues eyes of his human form. He offered the man a smile.though it only lasted a moment. " It'll all work it's self out. Besides i have some questions I like to ask you after all i am quite curious about the lycan race. If you dont mind answering them."
Chakor took a sip from his ale and smiled "Not sure how much help I can be, wasn't born a lycan but I have been one for more years than I can count, So fire away"
Mythayus place his left elbow on to the bar, he rested his face in his left hand . His mind was distraced. "How are you with silver?"
Chakor raised an eyebrow at the odd question. "In this form I'm fine with it" the elf said as he took off the ring on this thumb. "See, no problems. Now in lycan form it burns like hell, if i had to wager a guess its probably close to a vampir being out during the day."
Mythayus noticing the gaze of the elf. "I only ask because we may have to use silver in the gateway and i want to make sure. You'll be alright." He smiled, Letting out a sigh of relief. "Perhaps, we could retire to my room?" He bit his bottom lip giving him the up and down look.
Chakor smiled and finished his drink "Yeah, I should be okay. It takes a lot of put me down." The elf noticed the alluring look on Mythayus' face as he spoke and was very much for the idea. "Oooh, I'd like to retire back to your room very much so."
Mythayus smiled, "You remember what room it is right? The door should be unlocked,. I'm gonna get a few bottles to enjoy up there. If you'll push the beds together." A smile on his face.
Chakor didn't need to be told twice to do something so wonderful. The warrior rushed up the stair to Myth's room, getting everything read. After he had pushed the beds together he sat at one end, very nervous for what was to come.
Mythayus watch the elf rush up the stairs he could help but give a laugh. As soon as he was out of sight and ear shot. The smile faded and streams of silent tears fell. As he looked to Drargon. " 3 bottles of whiskey." He knew that there was no forgiving him. But he gave his word that he'd do it. He was promised it wouldnt kill him. But he still didnt want any harm to come to his love. Finally the bottles were given to him. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a vile with a silver liquid in it. He started at the liquid and at the bottles. he lowered his head, He didnt know exactly what it would do to his love.He started up the stairs once out of view of everyone, he open the three bottles and with shaking hands, he poured equal amounts in each bottle. He resealed the bottles and rubbed his face. Putting a smile on his face, He finally walk through the door with a sway of his hips. Tryin to balance the tray of whiskey and heavy leash.
Chakor was in awe of the amazingly alluring human before him. Everything inside of his was burning with a passion the elf hadn't known in years. He was suspcious of the strange minotaur that Myth seemed to be leading around. Lookinh into his lovers eyes he smiles "I take it your plan is to get be blind drunk then bed me?" He laughed slightly as he continued to speak "You know you don't have to do that with me. I would like to ask a quick question before we get started... um, whats the minotaur for?"
Mythayus smiled, " 3 mere bottles arent enough to get the King of Whiskey drunk," He laughed at his title. "As far a the minotaur , its under my care for the time being." He let go of the leash and join the elf on the bed and placed the tray of whiskey on the end table and poored then both a drink. "I know, all i have to do is this." He leaned forward and kissed the elf.
Chakor's mind went blank and he was lost in the beautiful man's embrace. In such a tumultious time, this little area, where lovers lips met, was his sanctuary. As much as he wanted that moment to last a lifetime, the elf pulled away and grabbed a glass of whiskey "King of Whiskey you say? I like that. Bow before your king" the elf jokingly quipped as he downed the first glass in one gulp. The whiskey tasted horrible and burned something fierce. The seasoned drinker made a face like he had just drank bile. "Yuck" the elf exclaimed feeling quite ill "Somebody better tell Drargon that his whiskey's gone bad"
Mythayus tilted his head and picked his glass and drank it. He choked on it. "Gross your right, Are you alright?" The sound of concern in his voice. "I'll go talk to Drargon."
Chakor felt funny after downing the drink but just passed it off as bad whiskey. He desperately wanted to get the horrid taste out of this mouth so he hollered ay Myth as he was leaving the room "Grab me something to eat love. I don't want to kiss you with breath this bad."
Mythayus said to Chakor, "Sure thing dear." he closed the door and looked back to it. what had he done? He shook those thought fromhis head and continued to the bar. He looked to Drargon, "3 more bottles. and how about some wild boar stew? two bowls." He then returned to the room once the food was done. He took the prior tray of 'bad' whiskey and replaced it with the new one. He poured himself a drink and gave it a try. "Much better" he then poured the elf a drink as well.
Chakor took the glass of whiskey and downed it. Much better this time, that famliar pleasant burn on thw ay down. "Thanks babe, did you let Drargon know something was wrong with that last batch?" The elf eyed the soup bowls and his mouth salivated "So whats in the bowls boo?"
Mythayus smiled, "I did, and it wild boar stew. Are you feeling any better?" His face one of concern, his eyes full of sorrow.
Chakor reached over and grabbed a bowl of soup. He immediately dug in like a starved bear. It was quite a sight really, the elf barely stopped for air as he ate, the temperature of the food did not matter to him. As he finished the last drop of the soup he looked up sheepishly at Mythayus. "Sorry about that. I hadn't eaten today so I was a bit more hungry than I normally I am. I promise I'm not a beast like that all the time." The warrior looked the knight up and down "Only in the bedroom" He said with a wink.
Mythayus smiled sadly, "Oh, is that right." His face couldnt help but flush. "Would you like the other bowl? I'm not all that hungry." He did however poor another glass of whiskey for the two. He quickly down his glass.
Chakor smile and held up a hand "The only thing I want from you is love and kisses." The elf fidgeted as his stomach began to gurgle. That bad whiskey was effecting him more than he thought. The discomfort pass and he was fine again. "How about another whiskey though?"
Mythayus nodded, as he start to pour them another drink. "Are you sure your gonna be okay?" he handed him the glass while leaning in and placing another kiss on the elfs lips.
Chakor gave Myth a sideways look. Why had the human continued to ask the same question? It was only bad whiskey, wasn't the first time the elf had come into contact with the stuff. As he sat there thinking his stomach went sour. The elf took a few steps towards the window and opened it letting the fresh air fill his lungs. This did little to settle the torrent raging inside his body. Feeling seriously ill, the warrior stuck his head out of the window and reguritated the meal he had just eaten.
Mythayus walked over to the elf and placed a hand on his back. He gently rubbed the elf back trying to comfort him. Guilt filled the mans eye's how could he have done this to Chakor...
Chakor could not stop the bile from leaving his body no matter how badly he wanted to. Had the whiskey done this? Was it the soup? In a brief moment between expulsions he thought about what would affect this much, he was sick far too quick for it to have been food poisoning. Drargon took great pride in never serving a bad drink so why would he send Myth up with bad alcohol. The elfs thoughts were intterupted by more violent vomiting.
Mythayus continued to try to comfort his date. Though the guilt was starting to eat at his brain. He kept a straight face. Though his eyes were starting to water.
Chakor continued to spew the contents of his stomach in an endless stream until it finally stops momentarily. This brief moment allows the elf to think through how he could have been poisoned. After going over a few situations his mind settles on the most logical and heartbreaking one. The warrior is able to breathe finally, the vomitting seeming to have stopped. He brings his head back in the window as his gaze snaps to Mythayus. With angry and tearful eyes, the gladiator utters a faint sentance "I thought you loved me." The elf doubles over and begins to puke again but this time it is far worse, this time it is not food, it's blood. A large pool of blood.
Mythayus looked down hiding behind his bangs,The guilt consuming every fiber of his body. His heart shattered as he heard the words and saw the blood. "i.....i...." he stopped. The tears now streams flooded his face. " i....i.." He couldnt seem to form the words.
Chakor reached up and grabbed Myth by the shirt collar. "What. Did. You. Do." The elf strains to speak and he can feel his throat closing. Though the vomitting had finally stopped, he began to develop a severe cough. Every few minutes the warrior would cough up a small bit of blood.
Mythayus 's eyes pleaded for the elf to be okay, His breathing very heavy. "I...I..dont ..... know...." He cried. "Al...al has the...the... cure..."
Chakor lets go of the humans shirt and clasps his hands around his own throat. This airway was closing and the elf was having trouble breathing. The warrior wheezes in and out for a few minutes before the lack of air gets to him and he blacks out on the floor.
Mythayus eyes widen. He quick scoops the elf into his arms. "I'm...i'm... so... sorry..."