Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora. Plot is
mine though.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 4
A small building lured in the dip of a valley; quite picturesque for snow layered the sloping roofs and well fashioned icicles lined the guttering. The inside was quite the opposite though. As Logan gave the nimble door a firm push, the noise of voices murmured into his ears, a thick cloud of smoke glazed his sight and the lurid smell of cheap alcohol washed with a dirty smell of unclean furniture... And people.
The hubbub fell generally faint as he entered; large frame casting a solid silhouette. He strode through, bowed head sending a fierce gaze to any who looked his way. He knew these places could be pretty bad, probably best to warn them off first he thought. A smirk passed over lips, his neck tilting to crack and echo throughout the room that had dropped silent. He sat down at the bar, nodding to the big busted woman behind who looked like her day had just got better since his arrival, "Aw'right? Wanna drink? Or something more?" She purred through rouged lips, smirking broadly across to Logan. Logan frowned, his head lifting to stare across to her. His brow raised and his head tilted in acknowledgment, "Tell you what I do want." He said softy, his words murmuring from his chest to give them a rough drone.
"Ooh? What's that then?" Whispered the barmaid. Leaning firmly upon the bar top that was longing for a clean, to be revived from the stains that covered it.
Logan made an inward groan as his bare wrist caught a gruesome sticky area. He snapped his attention back to the woman, "Got any rooms here?"
"Mm. For two I presume?" She said softly.
"Yep... for two." He replied calmly.
"I'll show you the way." She said flashing a ruby red smile. Lifting from the bar to exit. Clipping heels passed over the dusty floor, a series of wolf whistles chiming their exit to a small corridor, "This is the best one." She said once she reached it, unlocking the door.
The door was pushed open heavily, creaking painfully on its sorry hinges.
Logan strode in, brow rising, "Best one, huh?"
Empty beer bottles were scattered around the floor, grimy walls covered in ghastly wallpaper that may have been fashionable in the late 50's. A double bed sat to the far right of the room, next to it a dodgy looking bedside table holding a crooked lamp that's power apply had been lost by a cut wire.
The sensitive nostrils of his took in the musty air. Combined forces of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and the woman's cheap perfume made a truly revolting stench, to be topped off by what could only have been four legged pests judging by a slight squeak from the window. Logan let out a firm growl, not menacing, just highly disapproved, "Sorry lady." He said calmly, turning to face her, "I'm afraid I live in style and. luxury." He faded off as she stepped over, still smirking those full red lips, "Aaw come on." She chimed softly. Logan frowned, leaning back slightly; her perfume was really making his nostrils ache.
A noise behind him made him turn suddenly, the wardrobe had opened and a replica of the woman stood before him tumbled out, limbs tied and a gag to her mouth. A gasp tried to reach his lips but his head was grabbed forcefully and turned back to the copy in front of him who roughly met his lips in a firm kiss. Logan growled, trying to pull back from her surprisingly strong grip. Logan had chance to piece together everything in his mind. The imitation dissolved with a series of crackling hisses, flesh being devoured into a metallic blue, marked over with a pattern. Red hair devoured from the blonde locks and sleeked over her head gracefully.
Logan pulled back forcefully growling lowly, his arms straightened suddenly, knuckles exposing three claws with a sleek sound.
Bright yellow eyes met his.
Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath
Chapter 4
A small building lured in the dip of a valley; quite picturesque for snow layered the sloping roofs and well fashioned icicles lined the guttering. The inside was quite the opposite though. As Logan gave the nimble door a firm push, the noise of voices murmured into his ears, a thick cloud of smoke glazed his sight and the lurid smell of cheap alcohol washed with a dirty smell of unclean furniture... And people.
The hubbub fell generally faint as he entered; large frame casting a solid silhouette. He strode through, bowed head sending a fierce gaze to any who looked his way. He knew these places could be pretty bad, probably best to warn them off first he thought. A smirk passed over lips, his neck tilting to crack and echo throughout the room that had dropped silent. He sat down at the bar, nodding to the big busted woman behind who looked like her day had just got better since his arrival, "Aw'right? Wanna drink? Or something more?" She purred through rouged lips, smirking broadly across to Logan. Logan frowned, his head lifting to stare across to her. His brow raised and his head tilted in acknowledgment, "Tell you what I do want." He said softy, his words murmuring from his chest to give them a rough drone.
"Ooh? What's that then?" Whispered the barmaid. Leaning firmly upon the bar top that was longing for a clean, to be revived from the stains that covered it.
Logan made an inward groan as his bare wrist caught a gruesome sticky area. He snapped his attention back to the woman, "Got any rooms here?"
"Mm. For two I presume?" She said softly.
"Yep... for two." He replied calmly.
"I'll show you the way." She said flashing a ruby red smile. Lifting from the bar to exit. Clipping heels passed over the dusty floor, a series of wolf whistles chiming their exit to a small corridor, "This is the best one." She said once she reached it, unlocking the door.
The door was pushed open heavily, creaking painfully on its sorry hinges.
Logan strode in, brow rising, "Best one, huh?"
Empty beer bottles were scattered around the floor, grimy walls covered in ghastly wallpaper that may have been fashionable in the late 50's. A double bed sat to the far right of the room, next to it a dodgy looking bedside table holding a crooked lamp that's power apply had been lost by a cut wire.
The sensitive nostrils of his took in the musty air. Combined forces of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and the woman's cheap perfume made a truly revolting stench, to be topped off by what could only have been four legged pests judging by a slight squeak from the window. Logan let out a firm growl, not menacing, just highly disapproved, "Sorry lady." He said calmly, turning to face her, "I'm afraid I live in style and. luxury." He faded off as she stepped over, still smirking those full red lips, "Aaw come on." She chimed softly. Logan frowned, leaning back slightly; her perfume was really making his nostrils ache.
A noise behind him made him turn suddenly, the wardrobe had opened and a replica of the woman stood before him tumbled out, limbs tied and a gag to her mouth. A gasp tried to reach his lips but his head was grabbed forcefully and turned back to the copy in front of him who roughly met his lips in a firm kiss. Logan growled, trying to pull back from her surprisingly strong grip. Logan had chance to piece together everything in his mind. The imitation dissolved with a series of crackling hisses, flesh being devoured into a metallic blue, marked over with a pattern. Red hair devoured from the blonde locks and sleeked over her head gracefully.
Logan pulled back forcefully growling lowly, his arms straightened suddenly, knuckles exposing three claws with a sleek sound.
Bright yellow eyes met his.
