Morning Vibes (All Welcome)

[Aislinn]

From beneath the shade of a large oak tree emerged a small human woman clad in deep green dyed leathers. Stepping out into the morning sun, the light slowly crept across her skin as she yawned and stretched out her arms above her head, her long platinum blonde hair shimmered in the light, her mossy green eyes scanning the forest landscape around her. Running her hands over her bare arms briefly before reaching up and pushing back a few stray strands of hair that had fallen into her face, tucking them behind her ear. 

The soft morning breeze danced through the treetops and snaked through the grass at her feet, the ends of her hair lifting gently from her back and sides. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, lifting her arms and stretching each of them across her body before opening her eyes again and turning back toward the base of the tree where her bag and bedroll were still laid out with the rest of her equipment.

She knelt down and rummaged through her satchel before retrieving a small strip of flat leather with a smile, leaning back on her heels and pulling her hair back into a ponytail and securing it with the leather in her hand before she began to gather her items once again and pack her bag. Rolling the bedroll up and securing it to the top of her satchel, throw her satchel over her shoulders before grabbing her quiver of arrows and bow, crossing them over her body as well. Taking a moment to adjust to the new weight, rolling her shoulders and turning around as she search for something else. Not seeing anything she let out a small sigh and headed back toward the road to Stormwind, ready to get back into town.

*Grim stood just outside the gates of Stormwind, Watching a few fellow hordeslayers practice their art of fighting, He gave pointers every now and then. He looked on to the road and the surroundings*

Today is a nice day to fight is it not boys?

*He dug his heel into the ground as he was about to charge into another competitor*

DIE BASTARD

[Xrailax]

A blur of black, red and fel green slams into the ground from above, mere feet from Grimun. The masked form unclasps his mask, his bald, scared face catching Grimun's eyes with his fel gaze. His lips peel back into a feral grin, his teeth, once normal and elf like, now looking to be filed into sharp points. His twin axes "vanishing" and reappearing in hid hands"

"Been a long time old friend. Lets say we work off some rust eh?"

[Aislinn]

Slowly she began making her way up the cobblestone path toward Stormwind city her gaze swept from side to side casually observing the familiar surroundings with a soft smile. Her hands wrapped tightly around the strap at her chest to the bag slung across her back, sighing softly and rolling her shoulders against the weight. It wasn't anything she wasn't use to, but she was ready for some rest and relaxation in the city and a chance to shrug off this weight.

A group of individuals seemed to be using the space outside the city gates for some training exercises, she paused and gave them a curious once over before another joined them from above, crashing into the ground next to someone she recognized. Slipping a little closer she kept her distance and watched them curiously without a word, last thing she wanted to do was distract them.

[Cillian]

He was half-dosing off when Grim's warcry hit his ears. Ian popped up with a grin to watch the old man swing his axes, there was a bit of his strength Ian admired, not that he couldn't replicate it, but he didn't know what he'd be like at Grim's age and he had to mentally note it so he could beat it in about 15 years. For all the commotion, there was a surprise at play, X was Grim's bastard opponent it seems. Now it was really interesting. Ian hadn't seen X throw down in quite some time, surely something to watch.

He looked around and saw the new comer keeping her distance. She seemed interested enough, so he let out a sharp whistle hoping to grab her attention. He waved and beckoned, eager to blabber on about the match she was likely to see.

[Aislinn]

Ace looked away from the two men, the sharp whistle catching her ears as her emerald green eyes fixated on the other gentleman laying a distance from the match at hand. The young huntress kept her distance from the two men and their spar, making her way around to the man in the grass. As she approached him she pulled her bow first from her back, tossing it down to the side before giving a small grunt and heaving the pack from her shoulders and setting it down with a dull thud against the ground.

Letting out an exasperated huff of breath and rolling her shoulders, relieved to have lost the extra weight and quickly sitting down next to him. "They do this often?" She glanced from him to the pair again quickly, keeping an eye on them. "I'm Aislinn by the way, or just Ace works fine too. Most people just call me Ace." She leaned forward, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around her shins, resting her head against her knees. Peeking back over at him from the corner of her eye as she got comfortable.

*Grim looked at X, then just a bit past him as he spied Ian and a familiar female face, Ace, He wondered what had her out here this fine day. He did not take her as one who would watch sparing matches, reengaging X's eyes once again*

Tis up to you old timer

*He stood stoic readjusting his feet to prepare for whatever was to come*

Where have you been lately old elf?

[Xrailax]

((I didn't get notifications that this was updated, I did not ghost you guys, I just can't reply right now, but it's coming. I promise!))

[Cillian]

Ian shrugged casually. "They f*cking fight all the time. Or drink. Or attempt to f*ck something. But then again, we all do." He shrugged again.

"Do these two in particular fight each other often?" A sly grin crossed his face. "Well. They're both old as dirt, and sometimes like to go off and do Light knows what. Bathe in a moonwall or something, most likely. So, do they crawl those wrinkled asses out to fight each other? I'd say not very often. But, should make it an entertaining fight."

Coughing for a moment, the fair skinned paladin hacked up something thick and spat it out to the side opposite of Ace. "Cillian. Nice to meet you, Ace."

[Xrailax]

His ears twitch as the cacophony of noises from the yard washs over him. His ears twitch, his nose wrinkles as is smelling something foul. His head tilts slightly to the left, very much like a dog that's about to get a treat. A small smile plays across his lips, his axes reappearing on his hips. He lightly places his hands on Grim's shoulders. The heavy leather gloves not thick enough to mask the heat radiating from his skin. He slightly moves Grim to the side so he can see Ian and the unknown person sitting next to him.

He allows a grunt of agony as his eyes light up light green fireflys in the night, before streams of felfire bursts from the sockets that once contained eyes. The flame lipping at the reclining paladin's boots.

He smirks, grinning at Grimun before clasping him around the shoulders "That son'o'bitch called us old."

[Aislinn]

Ace smiled and waved gingerly as she spied Grim glancing her direction, her attention turning back to Cillian as he spoke to her about the pair before them.

Giving a small and awkward nod as she acknowledged him with a chuckle, "Grim can't be that old, I mean not older than my father at least, so I am sure he still have some life left in him." She looked back over toward the pair, tilting her chin up toward Grim and keeping her arms wrapped around her legs against her chest, "I've had a few drinks with Grim, been awhile since I saw him so that's why I stopped."

She blinked, confused as the elven man put away his axes and turned Grim toward them and the elf's attention turned toward Cillian beside her. Slowly she moved a little away from him, scooting over to the side, "Seems you got his attention Mr. Cillian."

* Looks at the hand that X had placed on his shoulder*

Aye the little F*cker did

*Shifts his attention from X's hand to Ian*

[Cillian]

Pulling back his feet a hair from the fel blaze he scrunched his brows together, "Whoa, these boots don't need fel scorching yet! Put a rag over those things!" He blurted light heartedly.

Ian raises a brow at Ace, "Of course I did." He smirks and looks at the other two Cats. Seeing both of them eyeing him, he shook his coppery head. "Ace and I are here to see a little show! To see two ~legendary~ Cats strike at each other in a bruising contest! Don't need to disappoint her."

He sighs, "And here I thought I'd see Grim land a few good smacks, maybe even learn a thing or two."