09-08-2008, 12:47 PM
The silver and gold lady didn't know exactly what they would need the bottles for, or if anything, but she knew that from time to time she enjoyed the strange tastes of the human wines and spirits. Right at the moment she wondered if she was even sane for contemplating bring the drink into the packlands but she knew that they were all grown adult and the end result wasn't anything they couldn't handle. She could remember a time when she'd spent time with friends relaxing and enjoying the alcohols but she knew there were dangers involved in everything as well. She shook her head at the thought and sat ontop the bar staring at the dusty bottles that there were to choose from.
Iskata had already taken two crates of wine back to the packlands and left in the farm house, but she hadn't thought of getting the harsh spirits until she'd returned back to the human city and began to wander down the streets, looking for another store to raid. She'd happened upon the bar instead, the front windows shattered and broken, chairs left in shambles, a half inch of dust on everything.. the place was a mess, but along the back wall had been rows of liquor bottles in a vast assortment of colors and shapes. The lady had been passing curious and that curiousity had been what had brought her to sitting on the bar staring at the dull shine of light filtering on the bottles.
She wished that she could just erase memories from her life, that she didn't need these bonetiring distractions to keep her from falling into that dark pit.. she just wanted release from it all.. Picking up one of the bottles she turned the bottle from one side to the next, watching the course the strong spirits took as they tumbled around the glass container. She knew it wasn't always that simple, the liquor was a doublebladed sword.. and she didn't know if she was ready to walk a road that could make things better or worse.. even if for meet moments.
Iskata had already taken two crates of wine back to the packlands and left in the farm house, but she hadn't thought of getting the harsh spirits until she'd returned back to the human city and began to wander down the streets, looking for another store to raid. She'd happened upon the bar instead, the front windows shattered and broken, chairs left in shambles, a half inch of dust on everything.. the place was a mess, but along the back wall had been rows of liquor bottles in a vast assortment of colors and shapes. The lady had been passing curious and that curiousity had been what had brought her to sitting on the bar staring at the dull shine of light filtering on the bottles.
She wished that she could just erase memories from her life, that she didn't need these bonetiring distractions to keep her from falling into that dark pit.. she just wanted release from it all.. Picking up one of the bottles she turned the bottle from one side to the next, watching the course the strong spirits took as they tumbled around the glass container. She knew it wasn't always that simple, the liquor was a doublebladed sword.. and she didn't know if she was ready to walk a road that could make things better or worse.. even if for meet moments.