<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br/>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br/>Time: Day 1, Late Evening<br/>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Iggy's mood seemed to lighten some, always finding a sort of comedic relief from those silly little documentaries. It was amusing to see what people came up with; the complete B.S. the world believed and tried to force onto others. Things like vampires didn't exist. If they had, the fanged creatures would likely have overrun the world a long time ago, finding themselves left with no more blood to feed, quickly turning to revolting beings who attacked one another. She couldn't help but scoff at the thought, realizing she obviously watched too many movies during her stay with the Jerkins Family in Oklahoma - her whole mental schpiel had come from<em> Daybreakers</em>.<br/><br/>Peripherals catching Feathertail's movements, the woman let her eyes stay on him, silently watching him move about and slide out of each piece of clothing and weaponry in layers. It was no surprise to her that he held so many different, pointed objects, the spear, after all, having proved to be only a glimpse of what the man really had. As each item was placed aside, Iggy's mind raced to identify the type, style, and its primary uses. Time had allowed her the luxury of learning about hundreds of weapons, from old Winchester knives to Barrett M99's. Visually, she examines the curves of the knives, the length of the smaller one, and the way he had hidden the three. It was obvious that he had taken some time in faceting the rigs he used, making them completely invisible beneath his jacket, and apparently fairly comfortable.<br/><br/>As his hair fell, he eyes flickered to the dark strands. Something about long hair on a man had always caught her interest. Perhaps it was the fact that many saw it as a taboo or strange thing for a man to have such long hair, or perhaps the simple fact that a man could take such care of such long hair and still seem so rugged. When he walked off into the the bathroom, shirtless, Iggy released the sigh that had unknowingly built up in her chest, falling back on the bed with her arms spread out, but legs still crossed. Her range of motion and flexibility shown in the ease with which she managed to push her upper body up, the crackling of her bones dull in the television's background noise. Before she knew it, the man had returned, sitting naked at the end of the bed. She couldn't help but smile at this. Feathertail was a man with no shame, and who would blame him? A figure so tanned and sculpted had no reason to be hidden. A hand slipped to her lower abdomen, resting there as the other ran through her hair in an attempt at distraction. The woman had known many men in her life, though very few actually seemed interesting to her, and even less managed to figure out a mixture of interesting and attractive that gave her eyes and mind a reason to stay glued to the man. As he searched for his clothes, Iggy found herself looking over the lines of his back, taking in where the muscle looked strongest and where it looked as if he had worked his hardest to tone everything so perfectly. His broad shoulders welcomed her to slip her arms over and simply lean against his back, allowing her to speak softly to him.<br/><br/>Thoughts having taken her off to another world, Iggy quickly snapped back to the room in the little tavern- to the real world. Rare was the only thing she could use to describe her feelings, so in an attempt to push them away, she sat up, pulling the jacket that covered her off and tossed it to the chair she had been sitting on moments ago. Legs stretching out from under her, she pushed herself back on the bed, legs slipping under the white sheet hidden below the comforter. Though the thin cloth only rested up to her thighs, she found this more than enough to keep her warm for now. The windows had to stay tightly shut, and her body was already warm enough to keep any chills from attacking it. "You're an interesting man, FeatherTail. You might just end up getting me in trouble." Her eyes sparkled with humor, though something else seemed to be brewing underneath. Line of sight once more returning to the muscular mass at the end of the bed, she simply lie on her back, waiting for the man to join her, hoping it would be soon.