RP:Late Night At The Frostmaw Tavern

Frostmaw Tavern

Chakor sat at the bar, head hanging low over a glass of whiskey. The gladitor was tired, he had spend the day scouring the land for signs of an abandoned dragon den but to no avail. The tavern was empty at this late hour save for a couple members of the staff. The elf was deep in his thoughts, thinking about what he had been tasked to do and the possible consequences of failing. As he pushed the thoughts from his mind, a new one formed. He thought back to his youth and the forbidden love he had been apart of.

Mythayus having issues sleeping came down from the inn area. He wasnt in his armor only a pair of black cotton slacks and a greyish- blue cotton shirt. His hair hung loose. it had a pretty back kink in it due to the fact he always had it up. He pointed at Drargon then to the bar in front of him, as he sat down.

Chakor glaced to his side as the man sat down. He couldn't quite place it but he felt like he knew the man. The scent coming off the human was familair yet odd. Having beast blood was mostly a bad thing but it did have a few perks, heightened sense of smell was one of them. As he inhaled the man's aroma a second time it hit him. While on the surface this patron looked human, inside he was a dragon. Looking the man up and down, Chakor realized where he knew the human from. He was Misaki's love intrest. The gladitator grumbled something under his breath before turning to Drargon and ordering another whiskey.

Mythayus watched Drargon put the drink infront of him. He hoped this liquid would help ease his mind. He took a drink . He brough his left hand ever so gracefully up to his his face. He rubbed his tear duct. His blue eyes danced across the tavern. He went back to his drink noticing 'that' elf. He no longer wanted the elf dead but was still quite upset with him.

Chakor sat in silence as he finished his first glass of whiskey and started on this second. The elf's mid was racing, going over the events that lead him to his current quest. And of all the taverns in the world, this man had to walk into his. He had no real reason to hate the man, Misaki was free to love whoever she wanted. Stealing a second glance at the human he could easily see why Misaki was so stricken with him. Beautiful eyes, strong body, long luscious hair, cute lips. The elf's mind wondered to a dirty place causing him to let out a childlike giggle. He downed his second glass of whiskey in two gulps and motioned to the barkeep for two glasses of Cyothians Tears. As Drargon set the drinks down he gave the elf a wink. They both knew the power that this special house brew held. Chakor turned to the human and spoke. "I think we got off on the wrong foot and if we're going to be clan mates, I feel we should get to know each other a little better."

Mythayus quirked a brow, at the elf. He shrugged, "Why not? Seeing on how we met on horrible terms, I suppose i can give you another chance now that your mind is your own." Myth was in the habit of moving from his seat to join those who wished to speak with him, so he did. He stood and moved to the seat next to the elf. Bring his glass of whiskey with him. His body language nonthreatening. He offered the elf a friendly smile.

Chakor smiled as the man set down next to to him. Upon a closer look he was amazingly hansom, his smile was beautiful as was his hair. The elf took a sip from mug and felt the wonderful tingling warmth that only Cyothians Tears can bring. Deep inside the warrior an old lustful fire sparked into life. He slid the other mug over to the man and spoke "Finish your whiskey and start in this. It's the best brew in all of Hollow." As he took another swig from his own drink the elf thought for a moment. "I'm terribly sorry about what happened. I'm working on righting that wrong right now. I'm only here because I've hit a wall in my search." the gladiator said, trying to make ammends for his terrible actions the previous week. "It's damn hard to find orphaned dragon eggs."

Mythayus looked to the man, his bangs falling into his face. "Orphaned Dragon eggs? Hmmm, Well it's hard to find eggs without a mother protecting them with her life, but it does happen from time to time." He paused, a weird look of sorrow and happiness, appeared on his face but only for a few moments. "I heard bits from Misaki."

Chakor lifted a hand and brushed the bangs back from the mans face. He was starting to feel the effects of the strong house brew. "I'm sure I'll find some at some point here soon. But lets not worry about that." The elf was almost done with his ale as he ordered his second. Clearing his throat slightly, he queried "So how are things going with you and Misaki?"

Mythayus smiled, "Well, you can say that Dragons are well my specialty. So i maybe able to help." He sighed. " Alright i suppose. Inbetween planning the funeral, getting things ready to rescue Satoru, and helping Al in anyway i can. Also i suggest avoiding Al, I'd have to say alright." He picked up his whiskey and downed it in several quick gulps. Then pick up the drink affered to him by the elf.

Chakor was reminded of his horrible actions at the mention of the funeral. These dark thoughts cause the elf to down half his drink. "Why should I avoid Al?" the gladiator asked "I'm coming when you all leave to save Satoru. I have to make sure that he comes back alive. It's the least I can do."

Mythayus gave a side glance at the elf as he took a drink to the alcohol. "Let's just Al is not as forgiving as myself or Misaki. " He sat the glass down and fully looked to the elf. "He shouldnt try anything while i'm around. We made an agreement shortly after the incident, That you were mine, and that i didnt want anything to happen to you until you were back to full strength. " It was clear he was just being honest their was no hostility in his tone or posture. "So you should be fine. It is merely a suggestion. I also know that Misaki also wishes that no one harms you." He stopped. deciding that was enough with this conversation. "Well since were are in Frostmaw, How many winters have you seen?"

Chakor smiled at the thought of a good fight. The fact that this man wanted to face him once he was at full strength meant a lot to the seasoned gladiator. This man had honor, something with no ammount of money or fame could buy. "This far up in the mountains, it always seems like winter" the elf replied with a chuckle "But I have not seen my first winter here yet. I only arrived in these lands a few months ago, some time in Spring." Feeling an oddly satisfying tingle inside him, Chkor downed the rest of his ale and proceeded to order a third. "If I may return your question, how long have you been here?"

Mythayus picked his glass up and finished it with a smile, ever so light color crossing his face. He hadnt fully come down from the last bought of drinking he had done. He motioned for another. "This is only my third visit here, But this is my longest stay. I've here, this stay, merely five days." He laughed, "Though i meant how old you are. Its no offense merely thing arent always as they seem."

Chakor's face went a bright pink when he understood that he had mistaken the humans intentions with his previous question. Hoping to hide his blushing he quickly started drinking his third glass of Cyothians Tears. After recovering for a moment he answer "Roughly twelve hundred years old, give or take a decade. After your thousandth birthday, you start to lose track." In a moment of rash judgement the elf placed his hand on the mans leg "You look young but something tells me theres more to you than meets the eye."

Mythayus smiled, "You'd be correct, i'm 213 years of age. As far as anything more than that you'll just have to guess, and i'll tell you if your right or not." He liked games, so why not try to start one with this elf. He quickly started drinking the new glass of tears placed in front of him, waiting for the elf.

Chakor took another sip from this mug. The elf was drunk, his inhibitions were gone and a wonderful idea was forming in his head. He slide his hand up a bit further to the man's thigh. The gladiator leaned in close on the mans neck and took a sensual sniff. With a mischevious grins he began his little guessing game "From your scent, I'd say you were a dragon. A large blue dragon infact, but you like to saty hidden in human form."

Mythayus drew a breath, and held it,. His mouth slight agape. Never had anyone touched him in suck a manor, nor had he ever let anyone other than al get that close without his armor, or even a weapon. He swallow, "i am a dragon, and i do tend to stay in human form. But if were doing the size thing you'd be wrong," He quickly took another drink. His face was extremely red by this point, he drooped his head enough to drop his bangs and hide his face behind them.

Chakor smiled widely as the human blushed. He might have been making him uncomfortable but he didnt care. His mind was racing with lewd thoughts, each one filthier than the last. Removing his hand from the man's thigh, the elf reaches up and pushed the fallen bangs back into place. Reaching hand around back of the human, he starts to play with the back of the mans neck ever so slightly. The elf leans in close to the human's ear and softly whipsers "Judging by your reaction, you've never been touched by a man this way before. Are you scared?"

Mythayus closed his eyes. As the elf played with the back of the humans neck, The skin was slightly different almost like several scars. He man took another swallowed and reached for his glass. His now as red as it could possibly be. He remained silent his mouth opened several time trying to speak but the words just wouldnt come out.

Chakor retreated for a moment and studied Mythayus. His body was saying yes but he seems to be saying no. The elf didnt want to force the man into a situation he would feel threatened in. With a sly grin he queries "Is there a problem? Woulld you like me to leave you be?"

Mythayus down the glass and set it down on the table to be refilled. He shooks his head. He let how something inbetween a laugh and a giggle. He wanted more. So much tension had built up in the man, over the years, he could think of a time when someone was that touched him in such away. His judgement was quickly failing. "No" He gave a genuine smile.

Chakor smiled ear to ear. It had been many years since the forbidden love of his youth and now he had met a man who set his lustful heart ablaze. Throwing caution to the wind, the elf leans in and kisses Mythayus right on the lips.

Mythayus leans into the kiss and returns it. His eyes closed just enjoying the moment. He knew what love felt like but, this feeling that was building in him, That was growing with every movement the elf made. His breathing and heart beat started to increase, as he wrapped his arms around the elf.

Chakor's heart warms as the man clasped his arms around him. Was it love he was feeling? Not quite, but a deep burning passion was certainly there. The embrace emblazned the elf causing him to kiss a bit more passionately. The warrior pulls back from Myth for a moment and looks into his eyes. A moment of stark clarity has crept into Chakor's mind. "What about Misaki? I thought you were with her?"

Mythayus looked to the elf, his eyes filled with passion. "Yes, what about her?" he panted, "We're just friends, i asked her out and she hasnt given me answer."

Chakor let a bright smile cover his face. "Well then Mythayus" The elf choked on the words "Should she turn you down, know that you will have me to fall back on." The elf kisses him on the forehead and returned to his drink.

Mythayus leaned back in his chair, He wondered how the elfs words could mean so much but be hurtful at the same time. He closed, his eyes working thin out in his head. The alcohol clouded everything. "Why dont you stat with me in my room toni... this morning. Seems i'm more tired than i thought." With that he stood and started to walk to his room.

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