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Post by Fang the Defiler on Jun 17, 2013 15:36:01 GMT -5
HANG THE HEADLESS UPSIDE DOWN TO DRAIN It would appear that the demon would have to make himself scarce faster, as many men, pockets of groups, were sent out from the barracks and sent around town. He dodged a few of them, while managing to pass as just another passerby in a group of people. His long red hair certainly wouldn't help the situation, but there was little he could do unless he found a shop that sold hats - but certainly, Helot didn't buy things fairly!
Instead he wandered closer towards the crowds, near the shops as people came and went through doors and tents to get their wares. He stopped beside an open air market, the caws of fresh produce in his ears before he quietly slipped inside a shop only to be greeted with the scent of herb wafting through the air. His crimson eyes shifted between the individuals and the attire of the place, before assuming he was in some sort of herbal tea establishment.
He peeked outside, seeing a group of guards trot by without looking in. For now, he was safe, but he needed to stay low for a few minutes, just until the dogs gave up sniffing about. The mongrels. But within the shop came a completely different smell, a scent much less refreshing that tea - it was the faint, deathly aroma of Raven Tail, and although vague, it was true, and Helot followed his nostrils as they searched the shop.
His senses fixated upon a girl sitting alone without a cup at her place, probably waiting to be served. The demon merely tilted his head, a slow wolfish grin creeping onto his face, a smirk complete with a crescent row of sharp fangs. Striding towards her table, he leaned to the side, setting himself down across from her and flashed her a wink.
"So...you have an interesting smell, my pet, although...you seem unfamiliar. A new member, perhaps?" He grinned at her wickedly, eyes focused on his prey.
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