<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTHq2nZ0e5GFwFvau4YvMh6ayAGPBsjKwC5cV3RqPAXCqfGywfVtg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Renair Malcovian (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898525#msg5898525)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, Evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Todd, Leona, Elise, Oyohusa, Aryanna, & Iggy<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>After spending the day sleeping in his BMW convertible parked inside an apparently abandoned barn several miles outside of the small town Renair rouses himself just as the sun is setting. He manages to clean himself up rather well using rain water collected in a barrel and dresses in black designer slacks a white silk ruffled shirt and black velvet jacket of which he turns the collar up. His feet are covered in very expensive Italian black calf skin shoes. He finishes off the ensemble with a black velvet top hat and black lacquered walking stick with an intricately carved silver head piece. He climbs into his car placing the hat and cane on the passenger seat.<br/><br/>Not at all sure where he is going to go Renair is simply driving on the two lane county road towards the lights of a small town. As he enters the town proper he slows down to a decent speed just so as too not draw too much attention to himself or risk damaging his car. He drives from one end of the town to the other observing everything he passes. Once back in the outskirts he makes an illegal u-turn and returns to the only place that looked mildly interesting to him, Murphy’s Tavern. Parking the BMW he gets a small grin on his face as he climbs out grabbing his hat and walking stick. He places the hat on his head and simply carries the cane climbs the staircase to the entrance of the tavern. Just outside he stops and inhales deeply through his nose checking the scents in the air. His grin broadens into a smile at all the different human scents and that of at least two other vampires. Even the scent of the three witches he finds to be a delightful prospect.<br/><br/>The darkly attractive androgynous vampire enters and after a quick look around a seat at a table near the fireplace. Once seated he then turns to examining the room and the other people in it. His eyes are just naturally drawn to the very attractive woman and fellow blood sucker dressed as out of place as he is setting not too far away at fireplace. When he catches her eye she receives a playfully mischievous smile as he tilts his hat back just a bit using the silver piece of his walking stick. The next person he focuses on is the tall slender Native American witch. He actually licks his lips as he looks at the copper skinned man as he loves the unique flavor to these proud warriors’ blood and add into it that he is magical too. Oh what a tantalizing delicacy, but being both a member of a race of proud warriors and a witch makes him very dangerous. So he moves on at first skipping over the young girl sharing the native’s table to the table with the male and female witch. He just looks them over, but quickly decides that they are likely just a couple looking to get away from their normal lives for a few days so moves on.<br/><br/>Renair’s eyes finally settle on the young dark haired waitress and his eyes open wide in shock. She has all the signs of being an unawakened Childe and yet the unmistakable scent of being born a witch as well. He thought the mixing of the two races was impossible. Every time he had tried to turn a witch he/she had died upon ingesting his blood and he has heard that has always been the way of it for as long as there have been the two different races. Oh what he could do with this child. He gets a huge smile on his face thinking about the endless possibilities and especially if he can get her to be one of his followers.<br/><br/>As Renair is practically drooling over the prospect having a vampire/witch hybrid as a devout follower a scent in the air starts to tickle at his memories. Somebody in here has something familiar about their scent. After looking around the room again but not having any of the faces trigger any more memories he closes his eyes to just focus on the scent to try and remember where it is from. After a few moments it finally hits him. It is from a ranch house in Texas several years ago where he had feast much like he just did the night before. This scent was on/in the house, but not among the victims of his thirst. He opens his eyes to now put a face with the scent triggering fond memories. He finally realizes that it belongs to the woman setting with the Indian witch. This realization triggers another memory of only four years ago and the last time all of his followers and he had all gathered together in one place, an Indian Reservation where the insane “Blood Lust” had fallen on them all and they fell on a small isolated community on the reservation.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Oyohusa Adawehi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Iggy, Ary, Elise, & Renair<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When the pretty little dark haired waitress waves to him Oyohusa simply nods his acknowledgement of receiving and understanding her signal. So he turns his attention to the very beautiful older girl across the table from him.<br/><br/>FeatherTail had not noticed the change in Iggy’s expression before setting down and answering her question, but he clearly notices the discomfort she is in shortly after his mention of seeing a vision. Something is clearly running through her mind that is very unpleasant and watches as the color quite literally drains from her cheeks. Not knowing how to give comfort in such a situation he figures it is best for him to not even try. He does however show concern in his expression as he looks at her. He even wishes that he could take whatever thoughts or memories causing her such pain from her. What would one more painful memory do to him with the ones he already carries? But he knows even with his magic and help from the spirits that that is not possible and if he could it might change who she is. When she points to an item on the menu he looks down at it so that he can tell the waitress want she wants. This little thing he can and will do for her.<br/><br/>Oddly while Iggy is gone FeatherTail’s thoughts are only about her. He does keep an eye on the vampire by the fireplace out of the corner of his eye, but he is more concern about Iggy’s current well being. He is even slightly surprised to find himself actually missing the bubbly young woman’s company. Even though he has remained mostly silent since their meeting about an hour ago he finds that just being in her company has lightened his sorrow more than anything else has in the four years he has been carrying that burden. So when she returns and once again flicks his feather and asks her question in the sultry cooing fashion he answers her quite honestly. ”Yes, actually I did miss you.” If this had been five years earlier and she had been the woman she so reminds him of even though he had missed her he would have teased her by responding that he had not even noticed that she had gone anywhere. But now he does not seem to have that kind of playfulness in him anymore.<br/><br/>Before anymore can be said Oyohusa freezes and becomes very rigid as he sense the arrival of another vampire. Not wanting to look any more out of place than he already does, he waits a moment before slowly turning to see where this new vampire is. When his eyes find the man in all black except his stark white ruffled shirt his hands go to the edge of the table and his knuckle turn white with the intensity of his grip on the table. It is taking every ounce of his will power to not instantly draw his kukri knives and go over and remove this monster’s head right there in this crowded room. For when he looks at this vampire he sees the images of all of the people from his village that died at his hands swirling around him. All of these beasts he has met and killed in his hunt have had at the most five or six images around them but this demon has a large multitude around him. More in fact than he could possibly count with how they’re are swirling around him. What makes matters even worse is how smug and happy the vile creature looks. FeatherTail has to look away or else he will attempt to avenge the deaths of his people with all of these witnesses present. So he looks back at Iggy, the most beautiful and soothing image in the room.