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Outside The Cantina

Postby Raiden » Fri Jan 26, 2007 7:06 pm

Many passing often looked at The Cantina's broken sign, and maybe even a glance at the woman standing and smoking underneath it. It was rather peaceful for the outside of a bar in the middle of the night. Noises of people laughing and drinking echoed within, overpowering the music. The ground was still wet with a rain that had fallen a few hours earlier, making the air fragrant and the streets reflect the streetlamps and store signs.

A breeze passed through the area, carrying the smell of cigarette on the wind. The woman sitting outside The Cantina was lighting up again. She had her large ears tied back to make them less noticeable, and allowed her hair to fall in her eyes. She withdrew her hands and snapped her zippo-lighter shut, taking a long drag, and looking up at the night sky.
"Sharp sword and empty horizon. Sometimes that's all a man needs... sometimes."
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Postby Halbherz » Sun Jan 28, 2007 10:49 pm

The noises within grew louder momentarily as the Cantina door opened, and a mousey middle-aged, middle-class Gnathy stepped out, zipping up his faux-fur jacket. His shortened whisker-stubbles twitched once or twice, hard to see but for the halogen halo of backlight surrounding the rodent.

The early leaver hurried down the road, his sneakered feet pit-pattering through puddles, kicking up a discarded can, then fading into the background. Another escapee.

And yet his hasty departure introduced a gradually rising sense of urgency to the place. All the rain had fallen for the night, and the breezes grew colder, clammier. Somewhere in the distance, a housecat screeched. The asphalt failed to report any further footsteps; the street lamps' illumination never reflected off anyone's shape; damp dumpsters and cigarette smoke shouldn't have been strong enough to mask an approaching stranger's scent. It was the absence of a presence that heralded the things to come.

[edit: Gnathy is the canonical name for the rodent race. Consider the deleted 'Mortimer' a derogative for harmless-looking, well-behaved Gnathy, if you will - although that's non-canonical]
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Postby Raiden » Mon Jan 29, 2007 3:13 am

The hybrid's ears tweaked slightly under their tie, and her eyes sparked with intrest. Yet, she didn't move, even as the scent of one approaching grew stronger and stronger on the wind. She took her cigarette delicately between two fingers and exhaled, trying to sweep the air for more smells and sounds. Feeling the air almost thicken with tension, the hybrid simply didn't make another move, other than placing the cigarette back in her lips.
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