Thread: Princess & Alchemist of the Bang (Fancy_Sakura)

Salvial tapped his foot as he watched the little man scurry off, with a amused look upon his face. How easily flustered humans could be, they panicked so easily. He was having fun watching them, each with a different look upon there face. Some amazement at what they saw, a living breathing elf, in all it's original glory. All they had seen were the broken shattered willed, remnants of elves. Others looked at him with fear, and worry. two were older, and clearly more experienced. They were clearly crippled and forced to take lesser jobs then they had. In there time they might of been fearsome slavers. But now reduced to capturing the simplest of races. They clearly had at least one run in with a elf by the look of them. Most notably there glares of hate, he could feel the rage in there eyes. This only made him crack a smile, which most likely only served to aggravate them. But they wouldn't raise a hand to him. After all that was not a move in there best interest even if he provoked them. Others looked at him with hate, for what he was. A elf, they felt he looked down upon them, like THEY were inferior then him. Though that was his view on them, he kept it to himself. They were foul little creatures. But he considered all slavers to be, what ever race they may be. Humans on there own could be noble and he had known a great number of them. But there were always the foul breeds of humans like these. Some eyes were of wonder, almost, lustful. Though he was male, it wasn't hard to expect he could catch the attention of even men. After all elves were always said to have a unnatural beauty to them. Though Salvial never found it in himself. Blissfully unaware of what caused people to be attracted to him. Though he had grown, and lived with many who shared the same trait. So to him, there appearance was of norm. This served to amuse him most of the time but this was by far no time to play games with the men. His ears twitched, they were not smart. If they thought he couldn't hear them, they were dead wrong. His ears were not sharp for no reason, they could hear far better then any humans. Knife ears didn't bother him in the least bit, he had grown used to it. But what he did not like was the tone of the bosses voice. He seemed quite untrusting, which caused concern. If the man did not trust him, he was far more likely to remember him. Which was something he did not want. He would have to ensure that the man 'forgot' he ever saw him. That would drive up what ever the price he had to pay was. He began to contemplate what to pay him with, he doubted he would have the coin to buy this 'gem' of his. Though he had a good deal of coin on him. Which of course he had stolen from someone he had killed on the road to the town. It wasn't hard to guess what he should use, it would ensure that they would forget him. A silent smile upon his face as he heard the shuffling of movements once again. The 'boss' was coming up, a disgusting man as any of them. It was clear they all had not bathed in some time. Though he excused that fact due to the fact they were returning from a hunt. Which in it's own respect was a 'dirty' job in more then one way. He began to grow slightly impatient waiting for him to get to the front. But he held those thoughts in his head. That meant this gem of his, had at least some resistance. Which was all the better, the more one resisted the more amusing they became. His eye twitched for but a single moment as he caught a glimpse of her behind him. A soft flow of silver hair, that made him twitch. It was dirty and a mess from what ever struggle she had put up. Her ears feline, covered in soft silver fur. He was curious of what type of cat she was. He could tell her race already, but something else struck him. Her movements, even confined had a sense of... Elegance to them, like a unconscious attention to each step. Which only came to those who had educate drilled into them. A dirty face, much too unfit for her delicate skin. Her clothes were clearly too big, and didn't fit her shape in the slightest. He could tell they were not her own, most likely taken from someone. He listened to the man speak of her as a object, he could see why he called her a 'gem.' In a sense he was sure her hair could shine as a gem in the light. She was a perfect fit for some nobleman's pet and concubine. But he had found a interest in her, how could someone like her get caught. He leaned down and as he did shoing the mans hand from the girl. His finger tips catching her chin leading her closer to him. As there eyes met, time seemed to freeze, and in those moments there was just her and him. His teal eyes seemed bright and alive with vibrant life, like water ripples in a pond. But his eyes, they were also deep, so very deep, like looking into lake in which you could not see the bottom. How deep could they go, what could he have seen. How old was he, and in that time what could he have done? Thoughts of that like would slowly creep into her minds, taunting her with unanswered questions. But none the less his gaze was captivating and would not let her escape even if she wanted to. But soon he blinked and broke his gaze upon her standing back up. Yes you are quite right, even for the slavers capture she would gain you, quite a sum. In truth I do not carry such coin on me as I travel, as I proffer to travel light. So how about a trade instead? Salvial spoke cautiously as he reached into his shirt once more. The mans hand twitched to his blade ready to pull it in a moments notice. Now that was unneeded but, quite wise. He pulled out a very small vial that had no more then six or seven drops in it. The liquid inside was a deep dark blue. I assume you know what this is? It is Nymphs tears, and as you would guess in the long run it would be far more beneficial to take this then messily coins that I could provide. But there is one stipulation to me giving you this for the girl. 'You forget that either of us ever existed,' and I will forget that you ever had this. Catch my drift? Salvial spoke with a wicked smile upon his face. Nymphs tears was the most well known drug on this planet. A miraculous potion of unparallelled value. So much so that for a single drop, wars have started and kingdoms had been turned asunder. He was curious of there reaction. He already noticed many of his men were dumbstruck beyond compare. He was offering unfathomable wealth. For one simple girl, one would be worried if he was trying to trick them. But in truth he was not, it was indeed Nymphs tears. But what kind of Nymphs tear was the question. Though he knew full well that absolutely no one outside of the elven nations knew of any other nymph's tear other then that that which extended ones life. Yes, Nymphs tears extend lives, with a single drop a human could live past a hundred years. essentially this was the elixir of immortality. So what do you say, oh, 'mortal man.' Salvial taunted him for his own amusement knowing that one so greedy could not resist such a thing.