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The cold country side air wafted over your body. The leaves had just turned shades of red and orange, but alas, you wouldn't be able to see it in full bloom. Before you knew it, you had grown into an adult.
A sad tale, yes, but with freedom like air under your wings, you decided to lift off and leave the nest.
Your dream was to make it big in the new city, build yourself up in some sort of business or sale. With an empty store already in your name, it was finally able to meet your new home.
Klip, klop, klip,klop.
Your carriage horse had just arrived in time. You took a survey of the town you once called home, a shabby one, but home.
Before you knew it, you were on your way. Out the gates and into the country side. Wheat fields seemingly went on for miles before empty dirt roads were the only thing you could set your sights on. A small dwarf leading the carriage finally spoke up.
"New city, eh?" He awkwardly spoke, his voice was deep. Brutish even.
"Something like that." You yawned as you leaned backwards against the tarp.
"City's pretty big, dangerous. I wouldn't recommend going alone." He sheepishly mumbled.
You raised a brow in response from this, "And why's that?"
"Well the usual, people gettin' stolen from, killed, one guy said he saw some creature with red eyes IN the city." He gruffed. I furrowed my eyebrows, red eyes? People seem to make the most out of rumors. Red eyes are normal, weren't they? Probably some Teifling-Hating nobody too drunk off their ass.
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The city stared at me as we finally approached the large stone gates. The rustic wooden hinges creaked wildly as it opened. I was in total awe of my surroundings, as walls this high, buildings this tall were just a fantasy before.
As we passed buildings, I couldn't ever had imagined how colorful, lively, this city seemed. Red tarps, blue doors, yellow tables, you named it. There was color, unlike bumpkin town situated far away. Before, I was used to wood, stone, and the occasional color of moss and vines growing in the older buildings. Here, here, felt like the home I've always wanted to know. The pearly gates out of the hellish bland home I knew.
The horse finally came to a stop, and there i found my home. A two story building, a store front on bottom with the top being a cozy home.
I couldn't help but sigh at the sight. It was beautiful.
Unpacking was easy, with a dwarf eagerly looking for a couple gold as a tip. Before I knew it, I had my own store.
Trinkets covered my store, novels I'd have collected, Items of value, but the most popular was the potions and scrolls I kept. To celebrate the upcoming opening day, I decided to visit the city tavern.
The bustle and hustle of the new city almost knocked me off my feet, yet only after one, two, or three drinks did I feel woozy.
The tavern roared with the adventurers whom spilled and spoiled the tables with booze. Yet, in this dark wooden tavern, only one caught my eye.
A tall, slender, pale man. Silver luscious curls framed his strong face. However, his crimson, blood red, eyes...
I only truly got to gawk for a moment as he turned, his glossy lips departing from the wine he held as it curled into a smug smile. Shit. He caught me staring. I turned my gaze rather quickly. My first night in and I'm already enthralled by the first man I see.
"Can I help you, Darling?"
I want to die. I turned my gaze back, only to find a teasing smile from the elf whom sat next to me, one hand swirling his wine glass, the other pressed promptly against his head to keep it in place.
"No, sir. Sorry to bother." I tried to end the conversation there, any embarrassment was bad for businesses. I could never step foot in this part again without freezing, red as a ruby.
"Rather quick with that answer, aren't we? The best liars are one with prepared answers." He pressed, I felt my tongue catch in my mouth. This little shit.
"Well, you're rather quick yourself there....?" I motioned for his name my voice slurring lightly from the city booze. His crimson eyes gleamed, knowingly, teasingly.
"Oh, so little miss New Girl wants my name?" He was so coy with his answer. Yet that caught me off guard as I furrowed my brows at the comment, I didn't realize the bartender reflled my drink until my finger hit the already full glass. I held my head in frustration as I knew I should cut myself off. Yet, this banter, those eyes... I forced another large gulp down, lavishing in the feeling of good booze stinging the back of my throat.
"Wait, how did you know I was new?" My words slurred more than I wished they would. I cleared my throat as I tried to sit up to be more intimidating, aware. This didn't seem to surprise the white haired man.
"Nobody from Baulder's Gate would wear such nice clothes to such a dingy tavern." I pouted slightly at his answer, feeling outed.
"Besides..." His words trailed as he tilted his head up. His eyes scanning my body from the roots of my hair to my legs which found themselves shivering at his intimidating, passionate eyes. "...I'd have noticed such a nice treat before." I found myself crossing my arms,, almost instinctively as I tried to hide from his gaze. It made my cheeks hot, my eyes half lidded... but that had to be from the booze, right?
"A treat you won't be able to taste, I'm afraid." I turned away from the taller man. Yet, I felt his eyes follow, he lowered his head as it rested onto his hand. A low groan emerging from his barely parted lips. I pressed my legs together at the feeling, it was overwhelming. It was... all too much for my first day in the city. I couldn't possibly give myself to the first man I came across, nonetheless him.
I came here for business after all! Talk would spread of the whore who sold scrolls opening her legs to such a man, whom she met in a tavern no less. I stood from my seat and hurriedly made my way to the tavern doors. For a moment, drunkenly and stupidly, I turned back to see the man once more.
He still sat at the bar, smiling lightly into his hand. I couldn't shake the feeling of his eyes which seemed to undress me with just a glace. I sucked in a breath as I let out a light sound of embarrassment as I turned to leave the tavern. My eyes threatened to let hot tears well in the corners of my eyes.
How dare he try to get the best of me.
Never would I let him seduce me. I wouldn't dare let that happen.
Not with that cocky attitude.
Not with those knowing eyes,
those... plump blood lips
those teasing words ushering me to obey, give in
...
Not ever.