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Laughter filled the tavern, the strong smell of ale and wine making it dofficult to breath. The atmosphere of the room was one of blissful ignorance, happiness, perhaps of stupid joy. Desperate joy...

A girl sat on a bar stool, her long hair an inky black, gentle hazel grey eyes and her skin dark, unusually dark for this part of the world. Her left arm was covered in tattoos of black in that swirled around her arm and up into her shoulder blade. She was talking to a few men who seemed to be guards slacking off duty. Regaling them with some tale..

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The tavern door opened and Sir Jorah Raeleigh stepped inside. He was greeted with a loud cheer from a few other men. Laughing, Jorah approached them, grinning.

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The men around the girl glance up and one roars over the noise," Sir Jorah! Come listen to this little lady, she can tell a story like no one else!"

The girl glances at him and smiles slightly, raising her tattooed hand in greeting. Her eyes flashing briefly in the odd light. Most would call her a savage but... Once you talked to her you would not beleive her orgins...

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He laughed and came sauntering over, "A story? I'd like to hear!"

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The soldier handed Jorah a pint," A story and a warm beer. I hope when i die, i stay forever here," He laughs loudly but waves for the girl to continue

She smiles slightly, a smile of a parent watching a child misbehave though she continues," The Tatau is my peoples' way to show our warrior prowess-" her voice held a noticable accent though as she spoke... Her voice was almost like singing but speaking too,"- The Tatau was a man in our Clan long ago. Strong, cunning, the perfect warrior. How ever, he was vain and wanted to boast of his victories to the rest of the people without speaking. So, For every animal or human he killed, he added a tattoo to his arm. Decades passed and Tatau grew older and older. Adding more tattoos to his body so that one day, he was pitch black. One night, it is rumored, that he went out to hunt for the most illusive creature of them all and disappeared.."

One soldier slurs," What waz the creeture..?"

The girl smiles faintly and leans foreward as if to tell a secret," The Illusive Creature was the most deadly of them all.... A woman," she smirks and this brings the whole group in an explosion of laughter

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"I believe that!" Jorah laughed, tipping back his beer.

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The girl merely smiles faintly, blinking slowly as if she enjoyed watching the soldiers guffaw but also... Was restless. She turns to Jorah and bows her head quickly," My name is Kaluna, its a pleasure to meet you sir," she murmurs in her accented voice

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"Jorah Raeleigh," He grinned, "Likewise!"

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Kaluna smiles and turns away, resting her elbows on the counter as she glances at the soldiers who were looking at her like children," Another Story?" One chirps. The girl tilts her head as if considering when a low, angry voice growls," Honestly, i thought soldiers were not supposed to be easily manipulated." A man dressed as a priest glares at the group of soldiers, holding in one arm a Bible," ESPECIALLY by a pagan witch,"

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"It's all good fun," Sir Jorah assured the priest with a hearty laugh.

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Kaluna's gaze had darkened dangerously as she glares at the man, her hands tightened into fists," You call me a witch, old one?" She hisses. Some of the soldiers were taken aback by the height of her anger but most couldnt blame her

The priest merely sniffs," No, Sir Jorah, we cannot allow savages to cloud the minds of our fighters with voodoo and pagan myths," he turns to Kaluna and smiles ruefully," Shouldnt you be working, not conversing with civil people?"

Kaluna looked ready to tear the man apart, her once gentle eyes now blazing with fury

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The knight still smiled, looking jovial despite the priest's rude accusations, "I am sure we are all fine. There are no pagan myths or voodoo affecting us."

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" when all of you are her puppets, you'll come to me and beg forgivness," the old priest snaps before crossin himself and shooting a hateful look at Kaluna," i will show the world what you really are, witch," before he disappears into the crowd

Kaluna whips around and takes the pint she was given shakily, her shaking shoulders the only sign of her fury.

The soldiers seemed taken aback by the priest's horrible remarks but look away awkwardly

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"Don't worry about him, lass," Jorah told her, shrugging, "He's just one of those overly religious fools."

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As the soldiers retreat, she shakily takes a small drink and shakes her head," Lou will strike them down at this rate, of not, i will," she murmurs in her harshly accented voice

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[ Crim, we should do a plot on Infinite together ]

"Lou?" He questioned lightly, looking curiously.

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Yeah! Like what?)

Kaluna gaves him a small smile," My God, Lou is well... Our God..." She suddenly looks sad but it disappears quickly," My peoples' God."

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[ Hmmm, idk, which sections are you a part of? ]

He took another sip of his beer, "Your people? Where are you from?"

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(Just Stan in the Walking Dead x3 what about you?)

Kaluna casts him an amused look," The Isles, i don't know what YOUR people call it, maybe... Ah yes! Atlantis," she smiles genuinely

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[ oh gosh- I have charries in: Walking Dead, Vampire Knight, Mortal Instruments, Fruits Basket, Harry Potter, Black Butler, Underworld, Atlantis and Clash of the Titans xD ]

Jorah raised his eyebrows, "Really? Atlantis?"