EtherealDeity

She froze in her spot in shock, eerily glowing, pale, sea green orbs focused on the female in front of her. "I didn't know this was private property.." slipped from full, light pink lips. A tilt of her head given as she remained by the door, cautiously observing the female to see if she was going to attack her, or call the cops for trespassing. Last she went by this place, it was abandoned, but apparently not anymore.

The female appeared to be in her late teens, anywhere from 16 to 18. Though to be honest, her accurate age wasn't possible to many peoples. At least to people who only assumed humans inhabited this plane. Pale, ivory shaded skin glowed softly from beneath the faint light entering in through the cracks in the windows and door. The shade of her iris' bright against the darkness of her thick lashes that gave her an innocence that no longer existed.

Finger tips tugged softly at the hem of her top that barely touched along her belly button with an inverted V. Three buttons held the waistcoat tight around her figure, a deep V at the chest to reveal more cleavage then desired for this season. But it wasn't her fault she got caught out in the bloody blizzard. Over the waistcoat, and shielding most of her arms and shoulders from view where she was tagged with tattoo's of various designs, was a long trench coat of a thick and soft but durable fabric. The hood, sleeves and coat tail decorated with a thick edge of snow white fur.

Rested low upon her hips was dark wash skinny jeans that tucked into furred boots with a two inch platform. The black boots laced up with gray threading up to beneath her knees where white fur pressed into her jeans. A hand drifted up to brush the thick fringe of blond hair out of her face as she took a tentative step forward. The light from the window reflected from half of her face with the movement that took her out of the shadows. A small tattoo was dark beneath the corner of her eye in the shape of a tear. A silver ring curled over the plump skin of her lower lip in the corner while her eyebrow held a barbell with two spiked ends and her nose had a small stud.

The light also gave way to the shine of a white gold chain around her throat. A solid onyx diamond key dangling from the chain to rest at the beginning of her cleavage. "Problem?" She inquired lightly. The tone of her voice soft, yet with a hidden edge that gave way to the fact that she wasn't afraid to retaliate if attacked. A subtle hint of a southern, or even British, accent interlacing with her speech.

As for the creator, He would dust off his now-chilled hands, turning to notice the notions within the confines of the structure. Happy silver hues blinked, showing the intrigue of their owner. He stepped forth, pulling the hood down farther as he approached the door. Now, where he was from, it was common for anyone to walk into a place, private or not. As he would enter, he lightly closed the door shut behind him, while simultaniously removing the furred hood from his head. Revealed now were locks the same shade of white as the falling snow, eyes as silver as liquid platinum, and a bright, friendly smile.

As he was in proximity, it was now to be seen that imprinted upon the royal coat was a large black five-point crown, with a white skull centered in its space. This logo was well known in some regions, perhaps not so much around here. Under the coat lay midnight-black clothes, that were obviously too large for the owner. This consisted of an outer coat, seemingly from a different era, single-seamed pants, and a set of round-front shoes. These looked the most modern of any of his garb.

Under all of this was the figure of a boy, seemingly about nineteen years of age. It was obvious he was of good intention, regardless of the appearance of the room's inhabitants. He took one step forward, and gave that of a slight wave. "Hello! My name is Hex. Does this place belong to one of you?"

A shake of her head was given when the male spoke. "Not mine." Was all she responded with as her gaze drifted back to the female in front of her for only a second before a second person entered the tavern. Another female by the looks of it, and armed.

Amelia tensed, the shift in her posture noticeable even in the dark. Before anyone could blink, she flitted over to press herself into the wall between two corners in front of a window for easy departure, her motion having been barely noticeable unless one could see quick movements easily. She was not willing to be cornered between three people, which is what originally went down seconds prior.

This would hint at the fact that he had been traveling, even though his clothes showed not even the slightest sign of wear. His expression would remain very friendly, and rather charming in a boy-ish way. Yet, when he sat, a gleam as bright as his eyes shone from the depths of his garments. It seems he was rather prepared for anything..

A shudder raced through her figure as her hand drifted up to settle at the key charm dangling from her necklace. Heat radiated from the pendant that was quickly negated with the chill of her palm. Sea green orbs focused briefly on Naomi before her gaze drifted toward the window.

At the sight of the snow thundering down upon them from the skies, a crease formed at her brow while lips pursed into a frown. She shifted her posture to press her shoulders back into the wall behind her. One leg bending at the knee for the sole of a boot to press into the strength of the wall. Arms lifting to cross across her chest loosely, gaze remaining focused on the scenery outside.

Once more he shifted his eyes between the girls, hoping that at least one of them would friendly-up a bit.

"So it seems.." She murmured in response to the comment about being snowed in. Another frown tugging at her lips in place of the small smile. She shifted, slipping out of her furred coat as she strode forward to toss it over the back of a chair. When she turned to stride back to where she originally stood, multiple tattoo's were stark against her pale skin. A couple silver slashes along her skin noticeable too.

His smile only grew as he looked around, attempting to find a power source of some kind. "So hey, where are you guys from? I don't think I've ever been to this part of the realm before. Seems pretty old and secluded, though, so I'm guessing you aren't from around either." All this he said while fumbling around in the dark, clearly visable due to his clothing.

"I'll return shortly." With a twist of the bent doorknob, and a rough pull on the door, she slipped outside. The door slamming shut loudly behind her. Snow whipped into her figure, stinging against the bare flesh that had slowly started to warm within the tavern. Dirty blond tresses twisted around her rapidly as she took a step forward against the strong wind, flitting away from the door toward the forest line.

Quick motions had her snapping the driest branches off the trees. The sound of wood being chucked forward for the tavern to thud against the steps seemed to pair up with the shriek of the wind. After roughly five minutes of being within the cold, she flitted back to the door and with a rough shove, kicked it open. The broken and surprisingly completely dry wood being shoved in. Once she was inside, she shoved the door shut roughly. Grumbling about blasted snow. Her figure trembled from the chill that had overtaken her usually cold body, fair worse than she was use to. Pale pink lips tinted a light lavender.

She knelt down, grabbing up a couple branches and strode toward the fireplace, tossing them down into a neat pile. Dipping her fingers down into the front pocket of her jeans, she removed a sheet of paper that had archaic figures scribbled on the surface, along with a zippo lighter. Crinkling her nose at the paper, she flicked her thumb against the wheel of the lighter. Lighter fluid being expelled while the heat of the igniter caught the fluid on fire. The blue flame roaring up against the corner of the paper to catch it.

When half of the paper was being devoured by the angry blue and orange fire, she knelt to tuck it into the branches. She straightened to quickly move to her coat, removing a tattered book from within. Returning to the fireplace, she ripped a couple pages that were blank out, and tucked them in close to the already burning paper to give it more fuel until the branches caught. "There.." She murmured lightly, holding her hands out to the slowly starting fire.

After what seemed like an eternity, his fingers finally connected with a wire....a severed wire, that is. A small sigh escaped him, as he stepped in front of the wire. A quick flash of blue, along with an electric crackle, emitted from the space in front of him, which he had been hiding from them. As the light dimmed, the electric-fed lanterns lit up, the flames short and mechanical. It seemed these lights were much like those of similar areas, where the current ran through reserves of kerosene and created electric-fuel lamps.

He turned back to the girls, hands on his hips and grin splayed across his young face. "There! Now, how about those drinks?" He would stride quickly across the dance floor to the bar, white garment flowing with an unnatural grace. A sweep of his form brought him behind the bar, where he started removing bottles, labeled and not, from behind. "What'll it be?"

'Ah, a male this time' she thought to herself, 'but who are these people and how did they find this place so easily? Were they following me or just out of chance found this place in the middle of no where just like I had? However, this place did have a sense of familiarity some how.'

Shadnire opened her mouth to respond to the male's question but she was interrupted again as the door opened a third time, 'What is going on here?' Shadnire peered up from the woman and male that had came in previously and she set her sights on the door once again and found another woman standing in the door way. After a few moments she noticed that the other three must had forgotten that she was there and so Shadnire stepped away from the middle of the room to the other end opposite of the others just to study them for now. Her dark blue hues scanned the area watching carefully of each action these new comers made towards one another, seeing that they had made themselves quite comfy yet alert at the same time.

'Oh how this is a bit entertaining..' she thought and looked around to make sure there was a seat behind her and there was, so she slowly sat her bottom on the chair then crossed her legs one over the other. Now noticing they were trying to get to know one another she was still in her presents acknowledging each of the other three while they didn't pay any mind to her, but for now that was the best way to go for her at this moment. Her eyes became a bit tired and heard a few things about names and seeing that all four of them would have to stay there together because of the snow storm outside, she shook her head in disappointment and rose her head. Shadnire saw a fire was being started after the first girl she had encountered left to get fire wood and not too long after there was a flame in the fireplace starting up to heat the area, ah, those dancing figures of orange and white warmed her up enough and her eyes started to lighten up a bit as well. She rested herself among the others now and opened her subtle lips to finally get a word out, besides, there were three interruptions before she had a chance to say anything or to even answer the questions that were being set on the table so to speak.

"Shadnire is my name.." she finally managed to say, "I just found this place just like the rest of you had.. but it seems familiar" she would gaze her light eyes to each of the three people that were set before her then over towards the male that was at the bar named Hexian, "And no thanks I don't drink." With that, Shadnire leaned back and stood the chair she was sitting on to the two back legs and leaned her back against the wall as she was in a way pinned there but it was comfortable. She rose her feet a bit and settled her feet down on a small stool as if it was a foot rest and had the two front legs of the chair lay back down roughly with a loud thud. A sigh escaped her lips and she reverted her eyes to the second woman which was named Naomi, then back to the fireplace and glanced at Amelia then to the fire so she could watch teh little flame dancers that her mind had imagined. She swayed her head side to side to a beat and ignored the question about where she was from, she didn't know anyways, so it was of no importance.

Upon finishing, he would pour himself a glass of the purest water one had ever seen from his own supply, hidden within the confines of his garments. He raised his glass to the women, before taking a small sip. "Now, there has to be something I can get for you all?" He felt his arms cross, supporting him as he leaned against the bar top. "I mean, there seems to be a rather....varied assortment of drinks here. Including Bloodwine, which I haven't seen in ages."

His form would turn to study the assortment of liquids, silvery orbs flowing over each individual bottle with distinct recognition. Almost at once, his eyes locked on a single bottle on the end, causing his brow to furrow. "Now, this one I don't quite recognize..." He paced over to it, removed it from its snug home, and studied the unmarked container. It seemed to be made of a deep purple crystaline material, and was ice-cold to the touch. "Any of you ever seen this before?"