My appearance isn't to charming so when people see me they tend to give me
a wide birth. I have three tattoos, two on my left arm and one on my right.
All of them are of dragons. People avoid me and with very good reason.
Tamers are known for their blood lust and very short tempers. I'm seventeen
now, and I still can't remember who I am, Forge is well and flying. He
pulled down two dragons the other day. But enough about the high-lights of
my life, time to get down to business. I entered the Blackwater Tavern on
the east side of the thieves district, everyone looked at me as I came in.
Tamers aren't common folk. I looked around, my eyebrows raised. Everybody
quickly went back to their own business. The smell of the tavern was
rancid. Rotten fish and beer seemed to hang in the air, it wasn't much to
look at either, it was drab, a graveyard was more inviting than this place.
But these were folk not much different from me, I should show them respect.
When I yank their guts out that is. I walked up to the bar, I put my hands
on the rough wood and beckoned to the bar-tender. He waddled over, he was
overweight, and more than just a bit. He seemed to shrink back as I looked
at him, "excuse me?" I said in my husky voice.
"Yes?" he replied, afraid.
"I was wondering if you could accommodate me for the night?"
"I'm sorry sir but we have no rooms".
I could see he was lying.
"Ok I'll put it another way. Find me a room or I'll yank out your guts, then I'll tie them to my dragon's tail and then tell him to fly whilst I have securely nailed you to the table".
"Due to a cancellation from someone I didn't even know a room has just become available" he said his face going white.
"I knew one would".
"How many nights will you be staying?"
"I'll tell you when I find out, incidentally can you tell me ware to find some decent food? Anything better than what you're serving would be preferred".
"Yes, Master.?"
"Shoyru".
"Ok Master Shoyru I will have it brought up to your room". With that I left for my room, I have always had this strange way with people. They always seem to do what I want. I looked out at forge lying at the back of the tavern. He was hungry, I'd take him out to the plains where the shepherds lived, I decided. But I would do that tomorrow. Right now I needed sleep, a girl brought food, she was quite pretty actually. I ate the food, ham and bread with some salad. Rabbit food, I need red meat, not a dinner fit for a rabbit. I would have to talk to the tavern owner tomorrow. I tugged my shirt off, scars and burns spiralled their way along my chest and back. I got down on the floor and began to do press-ups. Life was good, so I was a drifter. At lest I was feared and everyone would bend to y every whim. I heard Forge roar, I stuck my head out the window "Shut up" both Forge and I are harsh folk so the insults we throw don't bother us.
"I would if there was an descent food around here" he replied.
"Look, I'll take you food descent grub tomorrow for the mean time shut up before I pull you down".
"You couldn't pull me down, a Red Fireball (type of dragon) maybe, but me? I think not" he curled up and went to sleep.
"Pompous git" I muttered under my breath and went to bed, things would seem clearer in the morning. I though back, I'd been saying that since I first got amnesia, stupid saying really, things always seemed dirtier. Drugs, contraband and Dragons. My life is really honest, wouldn't you say? I slipped into sleep and into my wonderful gift (not), it's called pre cognition, I see things before they happen. I normally hate what I see, but that's what you have to do in life, accept and endure.
"Yes?" he replied, afraid.
"I was wondering if you could accommodate me for the night?"
"I'm sorry sir but we have no rooms".
I could see he was lying.
"Ok I'll put it another way. Find me a room or I'll yank out your guts, then I'll tie them to my dragon's tail and then tell him to fly whilst I have securely nailed you to the table".
"Due to a cancellation from someone I didn't even know a room has just become available" he said his face going white.
"I knew one would".
"How many nights will you be staying?"
"I'll tell you when I find out, incidentally can you tell me ware to find some decent food? Anything better than what you're serving would be preferred".
"Yes, Master.?"
"Shoyru".
"Ok Master Shoyru I will have it brought up to your room". With that I left for my room, I have always had this strange way with people. They always seem to do what I want. I looked out at forge lying at the back of the tavern. He was hungry, I'd take him out to the plains where the shepherds lived, I decided. But I would do that tomorrow. Right now I needed sleep, a girl brought food, she was quite pretty actually. I ate the food, ham and bread with some salad. Rabbit food, I need red meat, not a dinner fit for a rabbit. I would have to talk to the tavern owner tomorrow. I tugged my shirt off, scars and burns spiralled their way along my chest and back. I got down on the floor and began to do press-ups. Life was good, so I was a drifter. At lest I was feared and everyone would bend to y every whim. I heard Forge roar, I stuck my head out the window "Shut up" both Forge and I are harsh folk so the insults we throw don't bother us.
"I would if there was an descent food around here" he replied.
"Look, I'll take you food descent grub tomorrow for the mean time shut up before I pull you down".
"You couldn't pull me down, a Red Fireball (type of dragon) maybe, but me? I think not" he curled up and went to sleep.
"Pompous git" I muttered under my breath and went to bed, things would seem clearer in the morning. I though back, I'd been saying that since I first got amnesia, stupid saying really, things always seemed dirtier. Drugs, contraband and Dragons. My life is really honest, wouldn't you say? I slipped into sleep and into my wonderful gift (not), it's called pre cognition, I see things before they happen. I normally hate what I see, but that's what you have to do in life, accept and endure.