RP:Blood Bond

The tavern is slightly chilled, and more uncomfortable to those who enjoy the warmth that other buildings and inns have to offer. As you glance about you see normal sized chairs for visitors such as humans, dwarves, elves, and the like of medium sized humanoids that would enter and leave this place. Along all four walls lays a large oak made booth, suitable for its giant inhabitants to sit and enjoy their drinks and meals in comfort, among the booths lay various blood stained marks as well as chips and cracks along the surface from older brawls that had taken place in the passed. Upon further inspection, this massive tavern seems to have a skeletal head of a large dragon hanging from the cieling, wrapped and constricted in pale blue chains, while your eyes continue to explore, you notice a rather bulky and well toned frost giant behind the bar. Upon his left eye, which you notice is blinded, a scar travels down and along his jaw, traveling even further to his neck, and vanishing under the heavy clothing that rests on his chest. The large bartender simply watches you, awaiting to see if you are here to rest, or order from the menu, as well, beside the old giant awaits a massive sized war-axe, incase you would be here to start some trouble.

Tifra stands on the hearth stairing into the fire a brandy snifter cupped in one delicit hand.

Daemon stalked the female silently, drawing on the forgotten memories from being an Assassin. He stopped right behind her, smiling lightly he laid his hand upon her shoulder. " Hello Tifra. "

Tifra purrs leaning back into his hand trustingly "Good evening Daemon."

Daemon leaned against her, leaning his forehead against her head. " How are you Tifra ?"

Tifra smiles reaching up behined her to lightly run the backs of her claws down his cheek "I am well Daemon. Your self?"

Daemon grinned, nuzzling into her claws and hand. " I am much better now. What are you drinking ? " he asked, leaning around her to stare into her drink.

You holds up the half empty snifter for him to see the creamy pink contents "I call it brandy-milk because it is a fifty fifty mix of the two."

Daemon wrinkles his nose at the drink, curious of it's taste even though he wasn't sure if it was something he might like. " What's it taste like ? " He leaned forward, taking a sniff.

Tifra purrs tilting her heat not seaming to notice that it exposes her throat "Rich, creamy, and fruity with a real kick. Not to most taste I think it would make non felines a tad sick."

Daemon laughs lightly, kissing her exposed throat gently. " I think you might be right. I like brandy, but the mixture might be a bit...off for me. "

Tifra shivers slightly and take a gulp oh her drink "The Tree was very active today."

Daemon grins as she shivered, knowing full well that he was the cause. " Which tree ? What ?" he asked, laughing lightly. He slowly moved away from her, walking towards the bar. He placed an order for a brandy, then turned around, his ice blue eyes lingering upon Tifra.

Tifra steps down from the hearth her gown flowing around her. "The Eternal Tree, the druids tree. It had a major growth spurt today or yesterday I should say. It an much around it glowed green but as my fire dose. Life magic and a lot of it."

Daemon nodded slowly, accepting his snifter from Drargon. He offered the giant a nod, dropping a few gold coins upon the bar top. He sipped it slowly, his eyes never leaving her. " Trully ? That is special indeed. Why did it do that ? " he asked, curious.

Tifra waves a hand to take in all the lands bellow Frostmaw "There is a war on and the forces of nature have stirred them selfs from slumber... Dose it matter why? This is a dangers time for mortals." slowly moves tord him her green eyes intent and worried

Daemon arched an eyebrow at her worried expression, looking behind himself then back to her. " Indeed it is a dangers time for mortals. I have heard of the Prekleks invasion of Cenril...You will be careful, won't you Tifra ?"

Tifra flicks and ear "Of course. Tho I worry more for you. The lizards do not like this cold land."

Daemon grinned, cocking his head to the side. " You need not worry for me. I can handle myself. And no, I imagine that they do not. "

Tifra moves closer tell the edge of her skit brushes his leg and leans on the bar "I do not dout you can take care of your self."

Daemon winked at her, his ice blue eyes holding a slight tinge. " Indeed you should not ! " He grinned, brushing his leg against hers.

Tifra purrs lightly slanting him a look "If I asked you to take some of my blood so you could always fined me would you?"

Daemon met her eyes, biting his lip slightly. " If it was your wish, then yes, I would. "

Tifra meets his eyes "But would it be your wish?"

Daemon continued to meet her eyes, unsure. " That is not the only thing that would happen Tifra. "

Tifra flicks an ear listening "Oh what else would happen?"

Daemon blinked slowly, recalling what he remembered. " Well, aside from being able to find each other no matter the distance, for a time, your thoughts would be open to me like a book. "

Tifra shrugs not concerned about that after all they always have been is to read for the asking. "That dose not worry me."

Daemon nodded, his mind at ease. " Then yes, I would do so gladly. " Daemon could only read thoughts after drinking others blood.

Tifra smiles slightly and moves a little closer setting her drink on the bar. "Then this is some thing I would wish."

Daemon took a deep breath and released it slowly. " It will allow me to find you, but does not really help you to find me..." He looked about, then back to her. " Do you wish to do it here ?" he asked, unsure of the bartender or how his reaction might be.

Tifra blinks slowly having not thought about where "I know it will not really help me fined you." dose not mention that it would make it very easy for him to tell her where he was. "Maybe here is not the best place..."

Daemon nodded, a memory flashing through his mind. Taking anothers blood, her taking his, even though she was not a vampire. He quickly buried the memory and the emotions it brought, saving them for another times contemplation. " Do you know somewhere we could go ? I do not know Frostmaw well. "

Tifra thinks for a moment "The gardens are abandon this time of night." watches his eyes carefully

Daemon nodded once, running a hand thru his blood red hair. " Then they sound lovely. Lead the way. " His mask slipped, revealing the whirl of emotions in his eyes before quickly being replaced.

You turns and leads the way out of her tavern her skirts swirling about her legs.

Daemon followed her closely, his hood pulled up around his head.

As you step into this area you find that their is nothing but piled up snow and ice, however upon closer examination, you find that this place is growing small plants not yet bloomed or ready to be harvested. The tiny plants, still young and growing are dark blue in color with black thorned leaves. Tiny buds can be seen upon the plants, almost as white as the snow which surrounds you. The only way to go from here, is back to the east.

Tifra steps into the garden the snow glittering around her.

Daemon looks about, captivated by its beauty. " It's gourgeous..." He looked out from the dark depths of his hood, stepping lightly upon the snow.

Tifra purrs "It has a chili charm." turns to face him her tail flicking nervously. She has never offered to let any one like her blood tho she has bled into a class or bottle more than once for friends it is not the same and she knows it.

Daemon breathed out slowly, pushing his hood back and stepping closer to her, their bodies almost touching. " Are you sure ?" he asked, his pupils swallowing his eyes in blackness.

Tifra meets his eyes "I am sure Daemon." Smiles her look a tad bemused "I trust you"

Daemon smiled reassuringly, his black eyes locked upon hers. " I'm glad you do, for I would not want you to go through with this if you did not. " He leaned forward, his arms encircling her form. His head dipped down towards her exposed throat, pulling his lips back, revealing a mouth full of razorsharp teeth. He bit down as gently as he could, his fangs piercing her flesh.

Tifra wraps her arms around his wast holding still even tho her breth hisses out when he brakes the skin.

Daemon 's saliva would quickly begin to take effect, making the pain nonexistent, the feeling euphoric. He withdrew his fangs, slowly sucking her blood into his mouth.

Tifra relaxes slowly against him closing her eyes and purring soothingly whether she is trying to sooth him or her self is unserten. What is serten is that her blood fairly simmers with life energy here then is one of the keys to her healing fire.

Daemon stopped his sucking, biting down on his tongue and spilling a bit of his own blood. He used his blood to seal the wounds on her neck, stepping back. He managed a smile, then doubled over in pain, her blood burning through his body, carrying with it the life energy of her fire. He screamed wordlessly, his eyes burning the green of her fire.

Tifra gasps not having anticipated this and quickly knees in the snow hands out to catch him her eyes wide in surprise and concern.

Daemon breathed heavily, falling to his hands and knees in pain, his arms wrapped around his stomach. " I...should have...thought of that..." He gritted his teeth, willing his own blood to merge with hers inside.

Tifra pulls him down in her lap and holds him rocking gently not sure how to help but offering what comfort she can. "Sorry so sorry, did not know it was in my blood,"

Daemon laughed lightly, the fire in his eyes glowing a bit brighter as he shook within her lap. " Of course it is...Everything about us...lies within our blood ! " he gasped, the veins in his face popping out, also a greenish color.

Tifra holds him close looking like she might cry

Daemon caught the look on her face and even through his own pain he reached up and laid a shaking hand upon cheek. " Don't cry for me just yet...Tfira. I'm still alright. " he puffed out, managing a forced smile. " I refuse to die here ! " His subconscious was slowly unfurling like a large beast waking, sensing the danger the vampire didn't want to admit he was in.

Tifra lays a hand over his heart and croons trying to call the magic back to her her hands shaking slightly with fear for him.

Daemon writhed in pain, the healing fire battling his undead physiology. His shadow self rose from the ground, turning it's glowing blue eyes upon the pair. It laid a substantial hand upon Tifra's shoulder, trying to calm the woman, even offering her one of Daemon's winks and smiles. It turned back to the vampire, flowing down over his form, covering him head to toe.

Tifra sents the shadow but not a threat so constraints on Daemon if she can just draw the fire away.

Daemon spasmed again as the shadow engulfed him, then something very odd happened. His smell, she would notice, vanished as the shadow covered him. His shaking slowly stopped, the fire in his eyes dying down. He sighed, his eyes returning to normal as he looked up at Tifra from her lap. His shadow had helped him to absorb the fire. " See...that wasn't so bad..." he jested weakly, a soft smile upon his face.

Tifra hugs him tight "Do not ever ever ever scare me like that again." starts to cry from relefe.

Daemon held her back, his shadow slowly slipping back to where it belonged. " Didn't know I meant that much to you. Besides, if I recall, this was your idea. " He grinned a little wider, feeling his energy returning." I can still feel it, feel you inside...but it feels...right. "

Tifra sniffles "Of course you matter or I would not have offered you a blood bond. I just did not know the fire was in my blood like that. Be fore the fire my healing gift would not have gotten in the way like that."

Daemon gently reached up, his hand upon her cheek. He rose up from her lap, kissing her lips softly. " The blood bond is made Tifra. And your blood will not harm me anymore. This feeling is very...warm. " He stroked her cheek gently, trying to reassure her that he was fine.

Tifra returns his light kiss and rubs her cheek against his palm "Warm hmm?" manages a small smile.

Daemon nods, slowly rising to his feet. " I'm feeling much better, but tired...I need to go sleep. " He took her hand in his, giving it a light squeeze as his eyes met hers. " I hope you don't regret this Tifra, I know that I don't. "

Tifra stands slowly "My only regret is your pain."

Daemon pulls the woman close, his eyes locked onto hers. " Pain is an important part of life. Besides, a good days sleep, and it will be a distant memory. The good feeling will remain though."

Tifra purrs meeting his eyes "Then no regrets at all." reaches up and smooths his red hair back from his forehead.

Daemon winks at her, lightly poking her ear with a fingertip. " Goodnight Tifra. " He turned to leave, pulling his hood up