Deafening howls and hoots of laughter permeate the walls of the Silver Shadow Inn. This place was truly horrid. Two steps up from a cesspool and filled with the scummiest of society, it was Nyxeris' favorite. Round leopard ears twitched at the crash of breaking glass; a wide smile spreading over her human lips. With all the makings of trouble, there was no doubt Nyxeris would find what she was looking for. Being a weapons dealer, some of the best places to find buyers was in establishments like this. Sure, they weren't high ticket items, but she had to shuck the garbage as well as the gold. It served to get her name out on the lips of possible patrons.<br/><br/>The cherry of her lit Clemarian cigar blazed as she inhaled highlighting the pale blue Enochian tattoos that ran across her forehead and cheeks. They weren't a fashion statement, but a curse. A constant reminder that she was not accepted amongst her demonic brethren. Nyxeris was a half-breed. An abomination to both her Anthro and Demon kin, it wasn't something she thought much on now. Those were old wounds that had long since been covered in scar tissue. Nyxeris grasped the cigar and tossed it on the street. It was time to make some money and drink, of course.<br/><br/>Various sets of eyes shot in her direction as she entered, mostly male. The place looked worse than she remembered. A bar stood at the back of the room all chipped wood and worn shelves. Eight or so tables were offset throughout the perimeter, most with only one or two chairs. Nyxeris wasn't surprised. Whenever there was a brawl, the easiest weapon for a drunken fool to secure was a chair. Apparently the Inn's owner hadn't taken it upon himself to replace them. The center of the room was bare of furniture and the entire place was filled with bodies. Most nursing drinks and yelling profanities at each other.<br/><br/>Nyxeris made for the bar, pushing through groups of men and women who were all clearly sauced. Before she could get far, a rough yank on her tail stopped her. Dropping a hand to the hilt of the dagger at her waist, Nyxeris spun on her heel. The man before her was human, a drunken mess, grinning from ear to ear.<br/><br/>"Hey lassie! I ne'er wanted ta screw an animal afore, but fer ye I'd make the exception!" The group of men around him began to laugh clapping him on the back and hooting in agreement. Pasting a wicked smile on her face, Nyxeris took the few steps forward to close the space between them. She took care to emphasize each step with the sway of hips, her tail dancing behind her with irritation. Leaning in close, ignoring the stale scent of his breath Nyxeris whispered into his ear, distracting him from the fact that she was withdrawing her dagger.<br/><br/>"If you ever touch me again -- " The pause was accompanied by the press of the blade against his groin. " -- you can be sure you'll be missing a few parts."<br/><br/>The man had been moving in for a grope, but stopped and backed away. "Aye lass, no touchin'. Got it."<br/><br/>Nyxeris whipped around and headed for the bar, this time keeping her tail tucked closer to her body. She hated to be touched by strangers. Signaling the bartender, she ordered a double straight and downed it in one gulp. The burn was a welcome one making her smile at the feel. Nyxeris ordered another, this time sipping, leaning her back against the bar to scope for possible sales. There weren't many who looked like they had much to offer, except--<br/><br/>A man sat at one table in the far corner, hardly noticeable under his dark hood. Nyxeris wasn't sure he'd be willing to buy, but there was something inherently interesting about him. From this distance and with all the people, she couldn't smell anything distinctive. Just a mess of sweat and alcohol. A half smile tilted one side of her mouth. This could be fun. The man didn't seem the type to be bothered, but it was all the same to Nyxeris. She liked to work for her buck. Downing her drink, she slammed the glass on the bar and headed for the stranger.<br/><br/>Coming to a halt at an empty chair in front of him, she took a seat attempting to peer under the hood that hid his face from view. This was done smoothly, so as not to make the action overly apparent. There wasn't anything she could see, but she could smell him now. Wolf and death; an interesting mix. Nyxeris wasn't the biggest fan of wolves, she was feline after all, but it was instinctual. Her ears flattened unconsciously against her head momentarily.<br/><br/>"You smell like death, wolf. Need a new weapon to keep those skills?" A wicked grin spread over her face. She just couldn't help antagonizing people; a fatal character flaw on her end.