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Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

Bran looked around the guild, seemingly unimpressed by the people around him. Sword Mages, Spelunkers, young do-gooders and the like. Knights in shining armor sneered down at him, and his obvious current drunkenness. An elven swordsman spit near him. He was used to the treatment. It didn't really bother him. They were petty, filled with hubris. He smiled, tipping his hat over his brow as he thought of how amazed they'd all be if he had just pulled out his sword. Ah, damn daydreamer! Gotta make the coin, coin first, then wastin'. He looked about the guild again, trying to remember the instructions he had received. He was supposed to meet some young filly as the wrinkled old hag at the counter told him the day before, but as far as he was concerned, he didn't see anyone that fit that description. Before giving up, which for Bran, never did take very long, he heard the clumsy clopping of horse hooves. He turned towards the sound, and saw some sort of...horse-girl? Bran had thought. She kept eyeing his sword. His hand tensed, almost instinctively thinking to grab it. Then, she spoke . Her words came out in spurts and whispers, he could hardly hear her. Despite this, he could figure she was this young filly he was supposed to help. her voice is kind thought bran. He looked around the room, and then He puffed out his chest, trying to look a bit more heroic. Oi, filly, if we gon' be walkin' together so much time, maybe wanna speak up a bit? And you got any coin?
Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

Mocanana heard his statement and felt like a wave of disappointment stranding her away from the joy of her quest, imagining to yell a big and dramatic NO for her assigned partner. My usual luck, a brute thought her while looking at the man scratcing its chin in front of her ...but brutes makes fine warriors, and if he is assigned by the guild, there is nothing to fear still, his bold statement and the question about coins startled her. Coins? What is that? A beggar? thought her while nonchalantly moving her satchel to her back. The young mare gulped and tried to be as polite as possible, not wanting to create unfriendlyness with someone at least not in the first minute. Afer a gentle cough to clear her voice and assume a somewhat prideful stance, she gently spoke to him Uhm...A fine day to you, my name is Mocanana, but call me Moca... or Nana, it doesn't matter. I am your partner for this quest, the very first of mine said her with a giggle The shamans of my tribe thaught me the power of the mind and to mend the spirits as well heal the wounds and cure the ill. And you are...? said her while extending her soft-furred hand to him. Given the overexposed and almost theatrical pride transpiring from their moves, the adventurers of the guild hall that would cast their gaze over this curious duo, would actually have an hard time deciding who would be the newbie and the experienced, as they both seemed to lack in the strutting-nimbleness of bold adventurers.
Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

Bran tried his best to ignore his now pounding headache as the young mare spoke to him. It seemed pretty obvious how disappointed she was in having been paired up with him. He couldn't blame her. Every other knight and mage in here had fancy armor or staff that shot goddamn lightning bolts. From Baria and farther, some of the best fighters were gathered around our two unlikely compatriots. Bran couldn't help but find his eyes wander over her body, maybe a bit too obviously. She was a bit young, but... Oh well, he thought,We'll get this over with then He took her hand firmly, his fingers rough and calloused. He shook, feeling her oddly soft fingertips, warm and inviting. He looked into her eyes, his a dullish brown. his barely visible due to the brim of his hat, which, if anything, really only seemed to serve as a nuisance. Bran. Just Bran. Fine to make your acquaintance then, Nana he managed to sputter out without burping. I came from far aways. Name is hard to pronounce Or, in his case, just hard to remember. I suppose then if you can heal then, we don't need no coin to get potions n' such. He takes his hand away, slowly, and moves it to the hilt of is sword, over his back. I may not look like much, but I got me sword, and I got me wits. I'll protect ye He said the last words with a certain confidence, so much so that it appeared maybe even he believed them. His eyes now seemed a bit..sharper, more focused. His whole being gave off this sort of bravado. The room, too, it felt more serious, more dangerous. The air stung with the feeling of coming adventure.
Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

Time seemed to flow slower as she moved her hands forward and remained silent, her cheeck-muscles trembling in uncertainess as the man in front of them waited... and watched. She almost felt his gaze running over hers, almost imperceptibly moving behind the dark shadow of hi large-brimmed hat, but Nana did not cared at all, she was almost accustomed to receiving curious gazes, such was the rarity of her kind among the common folks. To her relief, his hands moved too and reached for her soft one, feeling the hardness of those fingers and the amount of callousnesses, certainly gained after years of training and battles. This minimal contact with him, reassured her as he was unmistakably a man of arms. Honoured to making your acquaintance, Bran. said her smiling You are right, the shamans and the elders thaught me how to survive and make others survive with the gifts that the Gods make grow freely. And with that... her hands went for her satchel, weighting it, letting its content to tingle and crinkle, but her phrase was cutted off by his words. His words sounded true and sincere, worth of a proper knight. Decayed. But still worth of a knight, and as the hat moved a little away from his eyes, Nana saw them brightly shine with bravery. Maybe i misjudged him thought her Eyes do not lie. And despite he seems like a desperate, he have the eye of the knight. ...protect ye... repeated her, almost in a whisper. I am sorry if i appeared dissatisfied by you. Not that i am. Of course. That would be unpolite. Anyway, we shall get going. We have a village that requires help, and we've already lost a day. said her looking at the reddish hues coming from the window nearby The sun is falling, it would be pointless to reach the outskirts of the city and find ourselves in darkness. Also... i guess that it would be acceptable for us to eat and rest two days of travel awaits us. She moved past him, clopping to the door leading outside. She then briskly turned toward Bran, reminding how he appeared somewhat un-healthy, hungry... and she had the suspect that his question about coins was also linked to his overall appearance, j Let's go, then. Dinner and rest for this adventurers. Be my guest. said her opening the door, hoping that her words will not offend the callous and seemingly-proud warrior There are plenty of inns around, heh, them merchant knows that an Adventurers Guild always bring coins in your pocket...
Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

Bran had hoped his uncharacteristic show of chivalry would have reassured the young mare, and luckily for him, it did. He himself was surprised that a filly as young as her could have developed skill in magical acts. Perhaps just petty cantrips he thought, no true power could be hiding behind such a soft exterior. Perhaps her race belies her age, maybe she is older than she appears. His eyes narrowed behind his hat, their dull colour once more. As far as Bran was concerned, he would be likely doing the heavy lifting. He shuffled his hand into his pocket. Yup. Still there. He slid his ring onto his hand, and felt it's magic begin to course through his body. He closed his eyes, and took a breath. He opened his eyes again to see that the young filly had already been talking, and looking out the window. He looked around, and had noticed that almost the entire Guild had emptied, most of the adventurers having already gone out on their many quests. Damn ye fool He thought to himself. Waste the whole damn day why don't you then? He continued to curse himself for his ill-judgement the night before as Nana walked by him, and as she did he couldn't help himself but watch her move. She has nice legs He thought. She turned to him, and he looked up quickly, hoping that she didn't catch him peeping. He saw that she had actually been looking at him, with a sort of worried look. He coughed, and dusted off his shirt. Aye, sure then He said, walking past her, into the reddened light that illuminated the door to the outside. But you're buyin the ale
Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

Nana blushed to the words of Bran, despite she didn't saw anything under her frilly skirt, even expcting undergarments of course, she imagined that the hem allowed an intriguing view of her privacies. Well... yeah... such a pretty straightforward girl. Eh? hehe? Nana was clearly showing embarassment, so she tried to distract that with a tale from her tribe Y-you see. Is not so uncommon. I guess. It must be a sort of tradition of this city, i recall girls and womens on the streets on our way here that were similar. Despite nobody told me, i am pretty sure this is a traditional clothing for the evening. Yessir. said her crossing her arms under her chest, nodding as if to approve her own thesis, allowing her brown mane to wave on her side. Abruptly, from behind her, an arm appeared, causing the mare to emit a neigh of surprise. It's me, Silly! said a familiar voice, soon a pair of breasts covered by an almost transparent white silk-material appeared in her view as the waitress giggled and with abilities worth of a court jester placed their dishes on the table. Nana gulped, Clearly too much straightforward, that lady thought her, still, her thought were halted by the need to eat, and watched at the delicacies on their table. A steamy bowl of soup lied under her muzzle, allowing her nose to catch every aromatic flavour of that food, while on her opposite, roasted meat was placed in front of Bran. Followed two mugs and a piece of bread. Nana thanked the maid that giggled again and walked away, leaving the two patrons to enjoy their foods. My my, oh my! exclaimed her while sniffing again the soup, closing her eyes in a dreamlike face grabbing the wooden spoon on her side, she roamed the bowl Lemme guess Potaroots, onions, cabbage, carrots... enough for me!. If it wasn't for her clearly mature body and appearance, people would have bet several coins on the youthful age of the mare that was so excitedly sniffing what was just and nothing more than a well done soup. She darted her large tongue toward the spoon Akh exclaimed while leaving her tongue almost dangling Too hot!. She almost forgot of her partner-in-quest Oh, sorry, i got caught away. Enjoy your dinner!
Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

Bran had swigged his ale, having nearly finished it at this point. The young filly Nana was quite enjoying her feast, however, Bran simply drank his ale, occasionally glancing out at other patrons, waitresses passing by, he tapped his fingers against the hilt of his Strangers Sword. Sure, yes. Good Roast He agreed, however he hadn't touched his roast. He for quite some time has gone without food, and had for that time, actually become accustomed to not having eaten. Two...three weeks? He thought to himself. He had always just spent his money on ale. Or socks. But as he watched the naive filly he thought to himself to indulge her, and cut himself some a slice of the roast. He had to admit, it wasn't bad. Marinated well. He wondered if the waitress had cooked it herself. He wondered if Nana was a good cook. He wondered exactly what Horses would eat, like, what would the cook? Probably pies. Apple. Maybe thats a bit offensive te think? He continued to wonder. Bran often found himself wondering days away, as he walks with his Strangers Sword on his back, from town to town, from harrowing journey to enchanting quest. Wondering how elves are able to tell if their twins apart, or why dragons always collect gold, whether they eat it or just like it, they certainly don't spend it. You never see any dragons at any shops. And speaking of riches, why are kings so rich? How did they get so rich, I mean who made them king? These were the kinds of things Bran wondered about. Nana had gotten up and left, to find a room for the night. Bran leaned back in his chair, placing his hat back upon his head. He closed his eyes, listening to the clamour of the hall. He had freed himself of his perverse thoughts and had managed to focus on simply finishing his ale, and pretending to eat his roast, cutting it up a bit here and there. Now that she was gone, and his ale was empty, he glanced back around, noticing a rather heavy dwarf, one of the arm wrestlers, passing him by, heavy with drunken stupor. He mumbled something about having the strongest arms this side of the Kings Quarry, before he stumbled and fell onto the table. Bran laughed, and helped the poor man up. Smiling, the Dwarf thanked Bran, and left to find his room. Bran wished him godspeed, and sat back down at the table. Nana had then come back, and told him of the room dilemma. He couldn't believe she'd be so foolish. Clearly this was a mistake on her part, having booked a love hotel room. He laughed, and took the key from her. It's fine, filly. I can sleep on the floor He took his sword and strapped it upon his back, his ring in his pocket. Aye, I'm used to sleeping anywhere
Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

Bran found himself completely delighted by the hotel. As they walked down the hallways, Bran Chuckled at the moans behind closed doors and chortled at the pictures depicting picturesque pornography. Oi! The elves trynna suck it clean off! He bellowed with laughter, slapping his knee. His hat lurched forward, and he caught it towards the base, placing it back atop his head swiftly. Heehee He rubbed his eye, trying to hold in even a bit of laughter, but he was simply bursting at the seems. He laughed at how foolish he was for not having seen this all coming. A bloody love hotel oh all the god's in the city of heaven, but of course, he was in one, with a naive filly who didn't know any better, all too funny. His spirits were about as high as the larity. He found himself almost out of breath, even in his head he could not escape his ridiculous laughter. His ring jingled in his pocket, his Strangers Sword clanged at his back, and his Wizards Hat sat atop his head, Bran occasionally adjusting it to fit properly, betwixt his fits of laughter. You aren't bein very subtle about nothin are ya? Obviously there was no way that she could have known it was such a lecherous hotel, but that of course made it all the more funny to Bran. He laughed, patting Nana on the back as he leans in to open the door. He takes the key from his pocket, and with a quick turn, opens the door into room number 23.
Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

If it wasn't for the thick layer of soft fur that covered her whole body, Nana would have appeared as beetroot red on her cheecks as her ears started to feel deafened by the multiplied sounds of what really started to feel like a proper mating area. Her ears twitched toward the stairs, as she heard Bran laughing loud and almost hysterically, following the laughters until the tall hat appeared from the end of the corridor, spotting her companion still trying to catch his breath from the laughs. Gulping in nervousness and feeling like a fish out of the bowl for what was happening around her, praying him to come closer and faster C'mon Bran... another step... quickly... c'mon while biting her lips, until, finally, the still smiling face of Bran appeared nearby and immediately proceeded to open the door of the room that was suggested her by the Matron of the Inn, inwardly shivering at what was going to be in that promised good lay for the night . But as soon as she heard the lock giving in, she rushed at the handle, running inside the room and grabbing her companion by the wrist... Closing the door with a loud thud behind him and having secured the lock again, she took a deep breath, as if she was now safe from the cruel world outside in fact, the rooms seemed to be less exposed to the noise of the nearby loving couples. With a surprised look and an awkward smile, she let go of his wrist ...hehe... sorry.... Turning away from him, she looked at the room Not bad.... The room contained a lovely king-size bed covered in shiny velvety sheets, still making it appear as soft as a cloud in the skies of late summer. Nearby, a small closet created a short and narrow passage to a nearby and even smaller room, probably a bathroom... Walking with slow pace in the center of the room, Nana didn't knew what to say... was it better to tell him the truth or play it like nothing happened? With her legs trembling, she brainstormed for a solution at all this... but the bedroom really looked comfortable, and if that nearby room was a bathroom... that would be a nice combo. Still, the thought of sharing a bed with someone she barely knew and probably knew of the Inn's fame was a major problem...
Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

Bran was fairly surprised to have been shoved against the door by Nana. Bran leans against the door, looking around the comfortable room. He nodded at Nana's remark, the room wasn't bas at all. It was a lot nicer than most of the places he'd stayed, and certainly cleaner. However he found the decor to be a bit gaudy. He wondered how much someone must have been paid to decorate a room to serve as an aphrodisiac. As if enough drapes and heart shapes would really turn the tide towards romance. He then wondered how much the ashtrays he noticed would go for. Silver? Looks like silver. He brushed some dirt off of his shirt, and then proceeded to walk to the other side of the room, towards the smaller room. Water Closet? He asked. Perhaps he could convince her he should sleep in the bath, rather than with her in the bed. She clearly wasn't comfortable with the idea. Bran grabs his hat towards the bottom of the pointy end, as if grabbing a purse or satchel, and places it on the ground next to the washroom, removing his strangers sword as well and placing it agains the wall. His eyes felt tired, and a sudden urge to sleep came over him. If it's a water closet, suppose I can sleep in th' tub. He mused, scratching his chin hairs. He paced the room slowly, his saggy clothes making swishing sounds, making him sound like a tree when it's leaves are shaken by wind. He notes the large golden mirror against one wall, about 8 feet tall. Adorned with jewels, it sparkled as it reflected the pale moonlight from the windows. Hell, or you take the tub he snickers, still pacing, noting every detail of every corner of the room. There are four statues of a baby-like god, one incense holder, a latched door on the floor, under the brass-handled. dresser which appears to be made of some very old wood, handcrafted, with different sexual frescoes lightly carved in, a couple of antique lamps of an eastern design, what appears to be a large and intricate hookah, and for some reason, maybe eight more mirrors of various sizes and shapes. What stood out most to Bran, however, was the rather small painting which, sits between two small square mirrors and an oval mirror. This painting was, what appeared to be, a naked womans portrait, however only from the breasts up. He couldn't stop staring at the eyes. Something..off about the eyes.
Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

The young mare walked further into the room with open mouth as her eyes wandered over the incredibly rich and decorated surfaces every inch of the room was a marvel of decorations, carvings and molding Ohhh murmured Nana with a smile, she felt like being in a Curiosity House full of marvels and strange items I've never seen something like this! I thought only Kings would see such... such rich furnishings... suprise clearly hinted in her voice, like a children that sees something for the first time, she looked and admired, passing her slender brown fingers over delicate and intricate carvings of the bedroom headpiece. Water closet? asked her while cocking her head to one side in curiosity walking closer to the door, she noticed a room certainly emptier than the proper bedroom and with whiteish tiles covering the floor and a good part of the walls but what caught her attenction was the big bucket in the middle, so big she would swear that at least two commoners would fit into without problems and nearby it, Nana spotted a bowl. Ohhhh said her clapping her hands Is like a mini-river to bathe! I've never tried one!. Turning her head to Bran, as to report him her marvellous discovery, she saw him without the large hat for the first time, watching his uncovered face and head for the first time, she felt more comfortable at the idea... like if he was no longer hiding some dark secret from the public eyes. Water what? How can you sleep in there with water? said her with a giggle, assuming that she would definitely try that home-tamed river and, for the first time, bathe beneath a roof, nearby a night-rest bed... and for the Gods-know-how much longer until another home-river appears... no... that would be an incredible chance to not be wasted. Still, he was not caring of her presence nor voice, but his eyes squinted into the dim-lights of the bedroom and focusing on a single painting. Approaching Bran from one side, she whispered to him ...something wrong?
Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

Nah, little filly.. But Bran wasn't so sure. Something was rather off about the whole place, and while Nana was enamored by the surroundings Bran found himself only more suspicious... Before he could continue this thought, he recalled something Nana had just said. Had she...never seen a water closet? Bran had been all over most of the world, and in just about every place, the people there bathed. Was it perhaps a custom of her people? Water Closet...it's where ya shite He said frankly. Hopefully she didn't think of him as rude, maybe she was confused. Bran became so concerned with this that he completely forgot whatever it was he had been thinking of, and dismissed it as nothing more than unimportant. And you don't need to have the water in the tub, aye you can sleep there it ain't too bad At this point however, Bran was convinced she would be too polite to allow him to sleep anywhere but the bed. He was really only continuing to suggest it because, well look at her. A young, innocent filly shouldn't be trusted with the likes of him. Bran set his strangers sword down by the bed. We'll have to buy packs and blankets for the road ahead Bran sits down on the bed, which is just as comfortable as it would appear. It feels as if he is sitting atop the worlds softest cloud. He leans down, and begins to unlace his boots. Something to keep in mind, aye? We won't have nice inns on our little quest he joked. Perhaps it was the walking through town or chatting with the talkative filly. Whatever it was, Bran had become exhausted from it. As he slipped off his boots to reveal dirty white socks up to his ankles, he began to feel himself yawn. Letting it out in an exasperated manner, his back arches and his arms go up. Tired, honest I am he said to himself as he removed his socks, one which had a hole through the large toe.