#anashae

This was one of the BEST days of his life, dogs are AWESOME!  He had a bright smile on his face that absolutely lit up his features as he strolled along….well, more like was tugged along by the dogs he had on various length leashes.  He wasn’t sure how many there were, but there were A LOT and it was AMAZING!  Stumbling a few times as one of the larger dogs tried to dart away, they were quickly reined in with a sharp tug of the leashes.

He walked down the path in Eversong Woods, whistling a happy tune until the dogs came into sight of a new person!  Naturally they all wanted to sniff, so with a quickened pace they rushed over to the dark-haired woman with wagging tails.

“Sorry!  Hard to control ‘em all, but they’re so damn friendly eh?”  Indeed they were, just your typical household dogs that wanted the attention of everyone!

“Are they all yours?”

“Ohhhh, nahh.  There was a lil’ girl walking some of them back in the city, told her I could do it for her and she could go get icecream.  Then others were chained up outside of stores or homes, they looked like they could use a good walk so here we are!”  

He looked so proud.  

Someone should probably inform him it’s a crime to steal dogs.

((33.  Walking thirty dogs through the park))

A song that sums up Tziska and Anashae, hm?

Bad Girls by M.I.A.

Bet you didn’t expect that one. I expect Ana’s seen Spite in some of her best moods, considering how much battle and violence they saw together in Icecrown. In a good mood? They’re both very dangerous women.

Arandoros looked at Aeviara from the other side of his teacup, blinking at her question. They’d been having relatively easy-going conversation despite the events Aran was going to be taking part in, and he’d actually managed to chuckle a few times. But then she’d spoken those words, knowing Arandoros had a history with her guardians, and Aran’s mood instantly plummeted.

That wasn’t Aevi’s fault, though, and in short order Aran set his teacup to the side and leaned forward, steepling his hands before his face and giving her a very serious, no-nonsense look. “I’ve had the misfortune of being under a number of military leaders over the past few years, my Lady. There is one, however, who absolutely takes the cake. He was abysmal, cared far too much to maintain public opinion about himself, and took far too great a pleasure in ensuring those under his command knew their place. Whether that meant belittling them, humiliating them, discrediting them..it didn’t matter.”

He brought the cup to his lips one more time, eyes closing as he took a calming sip. “I won’t say his name because he may still have spies looking after us all–he was that paranoid–, but I’m sure your guardian could tell you all about him. She dealt with him far more than I.”

The very tip of his tongue presses against the edges of his upper teeth to offer a playful expression while lifting a single digit, “Are you suggesting that I am not virtuous?” That finger presses against his chest, poking it there a few times while he speaks “I will have you know that I have excellent morals...”  An obvious pause lingered in his statement prior to finishing the thought, “...some of the time.”  Lips  upturn into one of those trademarked fiendish grins of his, the sort of expression that even touched his eyes, he may as well have had the word ‘trouble’ printed across his forehead.  “Felon is technically a nickname, so we may just be all set for awhile.”

She wasn’t the only observant one in this conversation, every gesture and expression she offered was caught by his perceptive gaze, studying her just as she was studying him.  Intelligence and playful banter were two traits that would quickly catch his attention in any conversation and this woman certainly had both.  “Shouldn’t conversations be fun?  While small talk has its time and place, what really piques my interest is someone who isn’t afraid to be themselves completely.”  His verdant gaze flicks down her body before slowly and brazenly trailing back up until reaching her eyes, “Not to mention you are quite lovely to behold, but you already know that.”

It was obvious he was enjoying this encounter, his eyes never once straying from some part of her towards their surroundings.  He was never one to linger in boring situations for too long, and this was certainly far from it.  “Do you always answer a question with more questions?  If you were to ask me out to dinner and dancing, I would say yes.  If you were to ask me to something a little more extreme like mountain climbing, I would say yes.  If you were to ask me to collaborate with you on a major heist, I’d tell you I reserve that strictly for third dates and beyond.  You know, morals and all that.”  A deep chuckle escapes his throat on that one, gesturing towards her with lifted brows.  “But what does the lady prefer, mmm?”

Jastee stepped out of the shop and blinked at the new plants, eyeing all of the curiously before spotting Anashae. She cleared her throat after listening to what she had to say and leaned back against the shop door. “I already have some at my own, you didn’t have to go through the trouble of it. Though if it means I get to see you more I’ll stop by there and work on growing things inside and testing out your concoctions.” The crimson florist pushed herself from the door and bent down some to look over the plants. “What did you put in them, what are the effects?” A dirt stained hand reached out to brush the petals, the ring finger sporting a silver circlet of Elven design with emeralds in the center.

Flowers were delivered to Calanus’ door, a vibrant display of yellow and oranges with splashes of different shades of green to help make them pop. The flowers faced mostly to one side, as if reaching for the one receiving them. Resting within an opening of the display was and letter.

Pretty Boy,

 Don’t think I don’t remember you watching me, watching you, watching me. You should come by sometime, we could have fun. Maybe too much fun. 

From, Anashae

Early morning light assaulted the backs of her eyelids so fiercely that they turned a pretty shade of orange even as she attempted to squeeze them just a bit more tightly shut. She could see every vein that coursed through them. Groaning, she turned over to snuggle into the blankets and allow the backs of her eyelids to fade into darkness again. There was something to be said about the blindness that accompanied opening groggy eyes to stare directly into the sun. She had no desire to encounter that today. She had not since school--

Vultures by John Mayer

Wheels upI got to leave this eveningI can’t seem to shake these vultures off of my trailPower is made by power being takenSo I keep on running to protect my situation