Post by Lady Masquerade on Aug 26, 2010 21:44:13 GMT -5
Miazz Broken Ax - Orc Hunter
Miazz breathes a sigh of relief as she steps into the welcoming warmth of the Filthy Animal. She gives a passing nod to Uda and her large lounging guard "dogs", who even at ease still make an intimidating duo. She takes a seat near the fire and is greeted by Mimbihi, one of the barmaids. "Joo be wantin' jour uzual?" Miazz simply nods and hands her a few gold pieces. "Danks, Mim." The troll woman smiles, baring her small tusks in a peculiarly pretty smile. "No problem, chile. Anytin for mah best custahmer."
The young orc takes this opportunity to strip off her heavy armor until she's in just her normal, around-town clothes. She piles the armor pieces in a nearby corner, keeping her gun and large, ominous axe leaned against the table. With the extra weight off her shoulders, she stretches by the fire, feeling the blood flow return to her fingers and toes after having spent too much time in the Northrend wilderness.
Mim returns in a few minutes with her usual order: a draft of one of the cheaper ales offered there, a saucer of cold milk, and a bowl of crystal clear water. Nyttro, her panther, sniffs at the milk as the troll lays it on the ground before indulging. Buddro, her large black wolf, practically tackles Mim to the ground in his happiness to see her and get his water bowl. Knowing the routine, however, allows Mim to elude his jumps and bounds and get the bowl to the floor without spilling a drop. He licks her hand happily before lapping at the water. "Jus let me know when joo be needin more."
Miazz takes a long swig of the ale, having grown accustomed to the bitter taste but drinking mostly for the warmth more than anything. Once Nyttro and Buddro have had their fill, the wolf lays his head in her lap for her to pet while the cat seems satisfied to just stretch out and snooze beneath her chair. She takes the gold bands out of her long violet hair and slowly unweaves the braid. Judging by the permanent crimps in her hair, this is a ritual that doesn't happen all too often.
Switching her hands between the mug of ale, Buddro's nudges for attention, and the soothing feeling of running her fingers through her hair, she simply sits and gazes about the room, her focus being drawn mostly to the fire.
Me miss dem so much... Seems like ages since me seen brudders... 'n sista. Me know Droz be somewheres here in Nordrend, but him seem so busy all da time. Me not even sure where Shump or Gulgrad might be. Me nod see lil Saeyla in long time... The tears well at her eyes as the feeling of loneliness washes over her, but she blinks them away stubbornly. If there was anything she'd learned from her brothers and years of fighting for survival, it was that tears didn't bring back long lost loved ones.
Me wonder where dey are now... how dere doin out on dere own. She lets her mind linger on the memories of two more people dear to her heart, but pushes them out with the long swig to finish her mug and a wave to ask Mim for another round. Buddro whines and noses her hand again, looking up at her with big sad eyes, as if feeling every bit of sorrow that she is. She pats her lap and the wolf leaps up to lay across her, an act that would've toppled anyone else right off their chair. But she merely drapes her arms across him, rubbing behind his ears as she reaches for the freshly filled mug. "Id's gonna be long night..."
Miazz breathes a sigh of relief as she steps into the welcoming warmth of the Filthy Animal. She gives a passing nod to Uda and her large lounging guard "dogs", who even at ease still make an intimidating duo. She takes a seat near the fire and is greeted by Mimbihi, one of the barmaids. "Joo be wantin' jour uzual?" Miazz simply nods and hands her a few gold pieces. "Danks, Mim." The troll woman smiles, baring her small tusks in a peculiarly pretty smile. "No problem, chile. Anytin for mah best custahmer."
The young orc takes this opportunity to strip off her heavy armor until she's in just her normal, around-town clothes. She piles the armor pieces in a nearby corner, keeping her gun and large, ominous axe leaned against the table. With the extra weight off her shoulders, she stretches by the fire, feeling the blood flow return to her fingers and toes after having spent too much time in the Northrend wilderness.
Mim returns in a few minutes with her usual order: a draft of one of the cheaper ales offered there, a saucer of cold milk, and a bowl of crystal clear water. Nyttro, her panther, sniffs at the milk as the troll lays it on the ground before indulging. Buddro, her large black wolf, practically tackles Mim to the ground in his happiness to see her and get his water bowl. Knowing the routine, however, allows Mim to elude his jumps and bounds and get the bowl to the floor without spilling a drop. He licks her hand happily before lapping at the water. "Jus let me know when joo be needin more."
Miazz takes a long swig of the ale, having grown accustomed to the bitter taste but drinking mostly for the warmth more than anything. Once Nyttro and Buddro have had their fill, the wolf lays his head in her lap for her to pet while the cat seems satisfied to just stretch out and snooze beneath her chair. She takes the gold bands out of her long violet hair and slowly unweaves the braid. Judging by the permanent crimps in her hair, this is a ritual that doesn't happen all too often.
Switching her hands between the mug of ale, Buddro's nudges for attention, and the soothing feeling of running her fingers through her hair, she simply sits and gazes about the room, her focus being drawn mostly to the fire.
Me miss dem so much... Seems like ages since me seen brudders... 'n sista. Me know Droz be somewheres here in Nordrend, but him seem so busy all da time. Me not even sure where Shump or Gulgrad might be. Me nod see lil Saeyla in long time... The tears well at her eyes as the feeling of loneliness washes over her, but she blinks them away stubbornly. If there was anything she'd learned from her brothers and years of fighting for survival, it was that tears didn't bring back long lost loved ones.
Me wonder where dey are now... how dere doin out on dere own. She lets her mind linger on the memories of two more people dear to her heart, but pushes them out with the long swig to finish her mug and a wave to ask Mim for another round. Buddro whines and noses her hand again, looking up at her with big sad eyes, as if feeling every bit of sorrow that she is. She pats her lap and the wolf leaps up to lay across her, an act that would've toppled anyone else right off their chair. But she merely drapes her arms across him, rubbing behind his ears as she reaches for the freshly filled mug. "Id's gonna be long night..."