The Tavern at the End of the World

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A young woman walks into the tavern, casting an appraising eye around the room. Curly brown hair hangs from an oval face scarred by a deep slash across the left cheek, she fiddles with the her black fangs that hang from her ears and scratches her nose. She is dressed in an emerald green that perfectly matches her intelligent eyes - and a further sense of her erudition comes from the sharp contours of a face that has forgone food in pursuit of knowledge deep within dusty archives. She swings a chair round and places it at the bar where she orders a cup of cocoa. And a few biscuits. 

 Phantom glances up from his spot on the couch and watches her, obviously curious. 

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 "Well, besides not sleeping since we split up, i've been working on atleast some semblance of self defense, since i'm not exactly the strongest out of our family." He says, petting daybreak and using his other hand to push coyote's head away from there

 "Nonsense. You're plenty strong. But if you ever need a sparring partner, I'd love to join you." Caiman says with a slight smile, as if he's trying not to look excited.

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*Sorry, had to do something.*

*TO ANYONE WHO FELT EYES OR HEARD THE LAUGH*

As if he appeared from thin air, a young man is behind you. He leaned forward and whistles in your ear. When you turn around you take notice to a few things. He stands 6'2, is well built, had deep scars over his face that was held together by crude stitches, and has carrot-orange that is tied up in a bun.

Little things you make take notice to is the light freckles over his cheeks, the fact he has a small tattoo of a rose on his neck along with the name "Eliza", and wears A brown leather coat with fur lining. 

 Rija screams at this person appearing behind her, before quickly apologizing, "You frightened me,"

 He chuckles "I tend to have that issue with people"

 "Yeah, sorry," Rija says, laughing nervously,

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 She chuckles. Still being competitive, little brother. And, before you ask, no, you can't have any of what I'm drinking. You're still a little too young.

 I'm not a kid. And I don't like alcohol anyway. It messes with the senses. He refuses to acknowledge her first statment.

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*Sorry, had to do something.*

*TO ANYONE WHO FELT EYES OR HEARD THE LAUGH*

As if he appeared from thin air, a young man is behind you. He leaned forward and whistles in your ear. When you turn around you take notice to a few things. He stands 6'2, is well built, had deep scars over his face that was held together by crude stitches, and has carrot-orange that is tied up in a bun.

Little things you make take notice to is the light freckles over his cheeks, the fact he has a small tattoo of a rose on his neck along with the name "Eliza", and wears A brown leather coat with fur lining. 

 Yazrin, already on the alert, has the bow trained on him in an instant, the arrow radiating cold. "Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?" He says, his marron eyes taking on a cold look. The stranger can tell that Yazrin knows what he's doing with the bow, and that he's been through a lot in his life, and won't hesitate to shoot if he makes any threatening move.

 The stranger looks complative for a moment before leaning on a tree and chuckling to himself. "Man, all eleven are always bows and arrows. Boring"

 Yazrin chuckles. In a matter of a few seconds, the bow is back on his shoulder, and his shortsword and rapier are in his hands instead, which he holds with practiced ease. "My question remains, who are you, and what do you want?"

 "I am someone you don't need to know the name of but my friends call me Alex"

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A young woman walks into the tavern, casting an appraising eye around the room. Curly brown hair hangs from an oval face scarred by a deep slash across the left cheek, she fiddles with the her black fangs that hang from her ears and scratches her nose. She is dressed in an emerald green that perfectly matches her intelligent eyes - and a further sense of her erudition comes from the sharp contours of a face that has forgone food in pursuit of knowledge deep within dusty archives. She swings a chair round and places it at the bar where she orders a cup of cocoa. And a few biscuits. 

 *NO WAY HI STEPHANY*

*I recognize the appearance bc I've tried to draw it like 2000 times 😭*

Caiman lifts a hand in greeting, and both heads of his hell hound swivel to watch her. They look at the biscuits.

*Figured I'd bring her back and just try to ignore the gross overdevelopment and unfinished plotlines.*

Stephany looks round at him and grins, snapping her fingers to conjure dog biscuits for the hell hound. Then she says to Caiman, "Wish someone coulda told me we'd upped sticks to this corner of the multiverse. I'm Stephany, nice to meetcha!" 

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 “NO NO ROASTING REVYM!” He smacks Caiman‘s cheek

 The hell hound growls and Caiman glares at Loki.

 He makes a loud screeching sound as Revym sits on the one of the head’s muzzle

 It snaps at the dragon, nipping at its feet. Caiman shoves it off. "LOKI."

 “ITS NOT MY DRAGON IT FOLLOWED ME THE SAME WAY THAT PACK OF CATS FOLLOWED ME INTO THE HELLS”

 "OK WELL YOU WONT MIND IF I STAB IT THEN."