Thread: The Bastard Child (Heaven Sent X Dragnor)

The town of Tiriene while small it was larger then a lot they had traveled through. Smaller then Soxiholm, the town in which the King himself held court, but not by much. While rest of the world shared it's space with demons and other beings, the majority was humans. Those that were not human of course were not considered important, and those that were demon or half breeds were thought of less then that. Most only saw them as useful creatures, ones to hire when the job was particularly tough to do. Tiriene was different though, it's lord saw demons and half breeds as something to destroy. It's people were of course of the same mind as it's Lord. Lalaa had it easy, she could pass as either wolf or a human. Only when someone looked close enough would they be able to tell. Knail though, you couldn't mistake what he was. To say surviving in this town was going to be hard, would be putting it lightly. The looks the received while walking through it's streets had Lalaa's hair standing on end. She could feel that something was going to happen, and it wouldn't be in their favor. Deciding she would just go into hiding for now, in the hopes of maybe lessening the humans frazzled nerves at the new demon citizen. Never once did she let Knail out of her sight of course, she stayed hidden with in the crowd of people. Observing mostly, watching as actions became more and more agitated. Her companion was either oblivious to this fact, or he simply did not care. What ever the case, she knew she would need to step in soon. Knail never seemed to disappoint her in the slightest. A carriage, one that looked important came rolling down the streets. Lalaa watched as it passed people, they would bow to a knee. Then there was her companion, it was no surprise to her that he would not bow. The fact that he stood directly in the way of it't path however did surprise her. Lalaa bristled as the whip was sent towards him. He would not feel it, but that wasn't the point. Weaving through the crowd, the small brunette made her way to the scene. Making it to Knail just in time for one of the nobles guards to come forward. Blade in hand, he was going to make an example of her friend for the rest of the crowd. As expected Knail would put up his defenses, almost as if he were wanting this fight. Well they just got here, it would be a shame to be thrown out before they even had the chance to explore. With a sigh she stepped towards her companion, making sure to not get in the way of the sword wielding guardsman. Do you really think this is the right time for such games, she asked as she stepped in front of him. Bowing as the others did, please, he means no harm. He is just not accustomed to how society works just yet. This was only partially a lie, he had at least some idea that he was doing something wrong. Holding her palms out, a gesture to say that she meant to harm. We do apologize for the inconvenience, we will just be out of your way. With in the carriage sat Evelyn, next to her father on the cushioned seat. Looking out the curtained window as they pass their people. They were returning from a weekend at one of the many that who vied for her hand. A much older gentlemen, closer to her own fathers age. Someone her father would never except for his beloved daughter. Not because of the mans age, no because of the mans status. Only the best title would have a hope of marrying the Lords daughter. All the better for her of course, the marriage would have proved to bore her to death. She needed a husband with more life to him, one with a sense of adventure. As she sat day dreaming, just about falling asleep the carriage came to a sudden stop. Nearly tumbling from the seat, she caught herself with the edge of the seat. Curious as to the reason for the stop, she switched her seat to look out the opposite window. She could only barely see the form of a man, standing in their path. He was no human man of course, one could see that right away. The commotion was getting her fathers guards on edge, one even stepped out of formation to confront him. Drawing a sword, and lifting his shield toward the man. Evelyn was on the edge of her seat, were they really going to attack this man because he was in the way. Father, please don't let them do this, she turned pleading eyes to her father. In return he gave her an angry look. He is demon scum, Eve, his eyes turned then towards the man in question. If he is too dim witted to move out of the way, we don't need him taking up space. Let them do what they are meant to do. I won't hear another word of this. With that her father turned his attention to whatever it was he was reading before all this started. Eve turned her attention back to the street though, in time to see a woman step forward. Holding her hands out, and saying something she couldn't quite make out. Surely it was something along the lines, to alleviate the issue.