The Sphinx eyed the Slice of date.. surely she could take a little while longer of not eating.. "Im not sure how much that Vase was worth in your currency... I have a lot more, so do what you will.." she said to Najma, as if she was telling him to go order whatever he felt like
He looked over at Mas, then held out the date-and-honey cake to her. "Do you want this?"
"I will just get something to eat here." He warmly said.
"I will just get something to eat here." He warmly said.
The Pharaoh wrote:
Najma got a warm smirk on his face when he was bowed to, it seeming to feed his ego, then glanced up to the child that Mas had put on her back, watching him with a slight bit of curiosity.
Saddled on the Sphinx’s back like a little knight in fluffy armour, Noah then squeaks, trying to bow as well. His ears perk up slightly as he heard Mas’ voice, heavy with centuries of experience.
He stepped out of the kitchen and perked a brow and stood back watching
Takes a seat on the couch and lays back, look at quotes and phrases on her tablet.
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
He stepped out of the kitchen and perked a brow and stood back watching
"Never a dull moment here, huh?"
The doors burst open as snow falls into the room despite it not snowing outside, and in walks an absolute giant of a wolf. He wears an armored mask in the shape of a hounds face- likely necessary seeing as how he is in fact a wolf. Cold wind trails behind him as he walks. It is like he is the winter- cold, mysterious, uninviting, hostile, icy.
He takes a seat on a stool that looks hilariously tiny in comparison to his body.
"Do you serve..." He begins, his voice serious and breathy.
"... Dog treats?"
He takes a seat on a stool that looks hilariously tiny in comparison to his body.
"Do you serve..." He begins, his voice serious and breathy.
"... Dog treats?"
Najma seemed startled by the mysterious, white stuff that fell into the room when the Masked Shadow walked in. He had never seen it before in his life, always seeing sand and rock.
Without even thinking, he slipped behind Mas, in-case this white stuff was dangerous.
Without even thinking, he slipped behind Mas, in-case this white stuff was dangerous.
Masked Shadow wrote:
The doors burst open as snow falls into the room despite it not snowing outside, and in walks an absolute giant of a wolf. He wears an armored mask in the shape of a hounds face- likely necessary seeing as how he is in fact a wolf. Cold wind trails behind him as he walks. It is like he is the winter- cold, mysterious, uninviting, hostile, icy.
He takes a seat on a stool that looks hilariously tiny in comparison to his body.
"Do you serve..." He begins, his voice serious and breathy.
"... Dog treats?"
He takes a seat on a stool that looks hilariously tiny in comparison to his body.
"Do you serve..." He begins, his voice serious and breathy.
"... Dog treats?"
Noah shivers from the cold, shaking off some flecks of snow as he sat atop Mas' back while his ears flicker. He then shuffles his paws, before he points to the barkeep's counter. "M-maybe they're over there, Sir Knight?" He asks, voice quiet and mouselike.
He turned his hidden eyes towards Noah.
Who in their right mind brings their infant to a bar?!
"Kid. I am sorry, but I am not a knight... At least not anymore." He says in a lighter tone to not scare him.
He goes over and takes a dog treat... And immediately eats it.
Who in their right mind brings their infant to a bar?!
"Kid. I am sorry, but I am not a knight... At least not anymore." He says in a lighter tone to not scare him.
He goes over and takes a dog treat... And immediately eats it.
Masked Shadow wrote:
He turne[size=Small][/size]d his hidden eyes towards Noah.
Who in their right mind brings their infant to a bar?!
"Kid. I am sorry, but I am not a knight... At least not anymore." He says in a lighter tone to not scare him.
He goes over and takes a dog treat... And immediately eats it.
Who in their right mind brings their infant to a bar?!
"Kid. I am sorry, but I am not a knight... At least not anymore." He says in a lighter tone to not scare him.
He goes over and takes a dog treat... And immediately eats it.
He then shuffles his paws, before settling down as he watches the wolf knight go about his business. All the while he mutters, worried if he might've upset the warrior's feelings by calling him a knight, since he looks so much like one.
As for why he's here, he doesn't know that he's an infant yet.
Masked Shadow wrote:
The doors burst open as snow falls into the room despite it not snowing outside, and in walks an absolute giant of a wolf. He wears an armored mask in the shape of a hounds face- likely necessary seeing as how he is in fact a wolf. Cold wind trails behind him as he walks. It is like he is the winter- cold, mysterious, uninviting, hostile, icy.
He takes a seat on a stool that looks hilariously tiny in comparison to his body.
"Do you serve..." He begins, his voice serious and breathy.
"... Dog treats?"
He takes a seat on a stool that looks hilariously tiny in comparison to his body.
"Do you serve..." He begins, his voice serious and breathy.
"... Dog treats?"
"I make them fresh for a customer's warhound" He said grinning
Karlach wrote:
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
He stepped out of the kitchen and perked a brow and stood back watching
"Never a dull moment here, huh?"
"Never" He said chuckling
Natasha makes a mimosa with a splash of strawberry syrup for a sunset effect. Then goes to sit in a booth, starring at the snow outside the window of her world, dreaming of warm sun.
Karlach cautiously approaches Noah, wanting to interact with him but also hoping that her appearance doesn't scare him.
Cathfawr was sleeping on the porch of the bar, his tail curled up around him.
He would make himself a Del-Hidori peach smoothie. He went over to Natasha "mind if I join you? We don't talk much since you started working here"
She glances at Mathius and smiles with a nod, scooting into the booth more, “Sure, have a seat. That looks delicious by the way.” She tucks her tail close to herself.
Cathfawr sniffed the air, opening one eye. He seemed to smell something in the bar.
He got up and walked in, his ears twitching as he looked around.
He got up and walked in, his ears twitching as he looked around.
Natasha sets aside the empty mimosa cup and switches to drinking her Cinnabon coffee, enjoying the delightful taste as she looks out to the snow scene in her view, her gold irises showing as her eyes narrow to the bright landscape.
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