#╰ ゜verse. * where he roams in the land of dust and bones.

[redemn]

would it be funny if i started talking about the werebuck!au verse i have for arthur ?   great because i am .

any kind of shapeshifter can be born to any kind of shapeshifter .   while arthur's father was a full-blooded werewolf ,   and his mother was human ,   arthur ended up being born a werebuck .   since his birth ,   his father constantly ran with bad bunch of other shifters .   you know ,   the type that commit crimes and other crimes against humanity ,   etc .   when he was little ,   his father was often gone ,   and he would stay with his mother ,   who had to learn how to take care of her small ,   slightly feral ,   bitey little child with a very annoying oral fixation on her arms and hair .   when she eventually passed away ,   his father ,   who had at that point not been very present or responsive in his life ,   swooped in and filled his mother's good influence with his own unstable teachings about thee place of shifters in the world .   these teachings were basically :   they are meant to operate outside the realm of human law ,   and they don't need to heed supernatural law either ;   they do what is in their self-interest .   so for the first ten years of his life ,   arthur grew up with a lot of corrupt notions about his place in society ,   which were not helped by the fact that his father and his accomplices would often make fun of and insult him for only being half-blooded ,   and for not being a predator-shifter on top of that .   his father was eventually caught and hanged when arthur was eleven ,   after which arthur ran off on his own .   he was eventually found in his early teens by dutch and hosea ,   where he would be educated in reading and writing and society ,   and they would come to grow and form the gang of outlaw ,   outcast supernaturals .  

being that he's the son of a wolf shifter ,   he does carry a few genetic similarities to werewolves .   namely ,   he tends to become more lethargic during the day time ,   and is prone to staying up into the early hours of morning .   arthur thinks the moon is very pretty to look at ,   and sometimes he will sit out and sketch it ,   but it does nothing for him .   he also possesses tapetum lucidum, and has the ability to elongate his teeth   ( all ,   not just canines )   and grow his nails out sharper at will .   these particular traits take hours to return to normal ,   as he is not as easily able to control these traits .

he is considered a half-buck .   being only half-blooded ,   this means that he cannot fully transform into a solid bestial form ,   the way other shifters can .   instead ,   he can partially take on the characteristics of a buck ,   such as growing out his antlers or growing out his human nails into claws .   he prefers to stay in limbo in terms of his physical form ,   primarily human with longer and sharper teeth and antlers long enough for him to run through anyone who tries to fight against him .   he's also fuzzier than other humans all year round .   all of this is because he wants to be :   he is entirely capable of returning to something resembling almost fully human ,   save for his reflective eyes and a small branch of velvety antlers that poke above his hair .   because of this ,   he tends to stay away from people whenever he can .   and he always wears his father's hat to hide them .  

because he is the enforcer of the gang , arthur is generally inclined to feed in to the common stereotypes that regular people / other supernatural creatures hold .   since many people are freaked out by the supernatural ,   he uses this to his advantage when he is trying to intimidate others who do not often deal with shifters .   this includes growing out his antlers to unnatural and scary lengths ,   velvet included ,   and showing off his fangs when he is arguing with or threatening someone .

[redemn]

he  doesn’t  mind  that  the  others  are  up  and  left  .      he’s  used  to  being  the  one  to  have  to  deal  with  the  aftermath  of  any  mistakes  they’ve  made  ,      considering  he’s  usually  right  along  dutch’s  side  at  the  forefront  of  the  mistake  in  question  .      hell  ,      half  his  job  hinges  on  cleaning  up  their  traces        not  that  he  thinks  himself  very  great  at  it  .      but  expendability  has  never  crossed  his  mind  from  it  .      if  the  gang  thinks  him  capable  enough  to  handle  someone  of  this  calibre  ,      then  it’s  a  compliment  .      nothing  else  .

❝        you  ain’t  my  sign  of  luck  ,        ❞        he  warns  ,      watching  as  the  vampiress  skulks  her  leasurely  way  toward  her  armchair  .        ❝        you  ain’t  no sign  of  luck  tonight  ,      lady  or  otherwise  .        ❞        she  has  quite  the  nerve  ,      turning  her  back  on  a  stranger  like  this  ,      and  his  first  thought  is  that  she  doesn’t  see  him  a  danger  to  herself  or  her  home  .      he  wouldn’t  even  be  able  to  lunge  at  her  or  any  of  her  valuables  without  being  caught  by  her  in  the  same  instant  .      he  may  not  have  met  any  vampires  in  his  life  before  this  moment  ,      but  he’s  well  familiar  with  the  rumors  of  what  they’re  capable  of  ,      and  he’d  rather  not  risk  having  his  head  cleaved  clean  off  his  neck  and  made  into  a  meal  tonight  .

instinct  has  him  wanting  to  charge  her  when  she’s  so  vulnerable  ,      if  only  to  impale  her  on  his  antlers  and  tear  with  his  nails  and  his  teeth  .      he  holds  that  back  .      he  is  accustomed  ,      too  ,      to  ignoring  every  urge  his  shifting  and  his  heritage  affording  him  .      they  don’t  particularly  bode  well  in  negotiation        part  of  the  reason  why  he’s  not  called  on  to  negotiate  in  the  first  place  .      only  intimidate  and  kill  if  he  has  to  .

❝        if  you  think  i’m  gonna  just  tell  you  what  we  need  money  for  and why we  come  all  the  way  over  here  to  rob  you  ,      then  you’re  sorely  mistaken  .        ❞        he  takes  a  step  forward  .      seems  he  can’t  ignore  instinct  completely  .      the  agitation  is  clear  in  the  way  he  shifts  his  weight  from  one  leg  to  the  other  ,      he  way  he  circles  his  wrists  to  expend  that  pent  energy  .        ❝        we  research  what  we  need  to  .      ain’t  none  of  us  real  interested  in  the  lives  of  the  folk  we  rob  .      we  get  in  and  we  get  out  .      simple  as  that  .        ❞

he  pauses  .      throws  a  hand  up  in  the  air  and  lets  it  fall  to  his  thigh  again  .        ❝        and  don’t  be  callin’  my  friends  fairweather  .      they’re  good  folk  .        ❞

Most that faced her would be classified as prey, even if they were not the traditional sort she would hunt. Shifters, she usually left alone and respected their spaces, and the scent of shifters she did not know hung heavy in the twilight air. She was pretending she couldn't hear the heartbeats let alone the bootsteps of his companions trying to flee her home to safety. She didn't need to see their faces to know they were terrified, she could hear it in their heartbeat's rhythm.

She's still, her gaze locked onto the cowboy's. The low light was enough to make her eyes gleam, that was usually enough to unsettle someone long before she flashed her sharp teeth at them. She could have struck before any of them could have become privy to her presence, but she had announced herself instead. The man seemed to her like a tightly strung chord, due to snap at any moment. Part of her wondered, who would be faster? Him or herself?

She does not retreat or create more space between them, lifting her chin instead and curling her lip to show one of her canines again; a silent warning to not press his luck on her stayed hand. Any violence she'd return, if provoked. He's defensive, and she wasn't of the mind to circle like a hungry wolf and feint a lunge at him.

"Well met, Arthur." She replies, studying his new grown antlers protruding through his hat. The vampiress clicked her tongue, giving a brief shake of her head. The scent of fresh blood was taunting to her, but she was no greenhorn welp--she had over six centuries of life she had endured, and held control over her thirst. The shed velvet on the floor was a minor annoyance, she'd have to clean that up later.

"It's been some time since I've encountered a buck. A handful of decades perhaps....lucky that I never had much of a taste for venison." If he's going to make vague threats, she'll return the favour. Amusement glittered in her gaze, and she moved to a more relaxed position. She could move faster than a striking viper, visually letting her guard down was more to coax him into not trying to charge at her. "I would advise against charging in here another night. I am not known for being a welcoming hostess to unexpected guests, it interferes with my meals."

The vampiress cocks her head, hearing a door close on her porch--so the last of the posse had made a run for the hills then. Leaving Arthur alone to handle her. Either they had a generous amount of faith in him....or a lack thereof and deemed the werebuck expendable.

"Get your gaiters out of a twist, cowboy. I could have killed you, and most of your little friends when I awoke. I'm curious, which means Lady Luck has decided to smile on you." She drawled, moving towards a armchair. Her pace was slow and graceful, testing just how wound up he was. "What do your and your.....fairweather friends need additional funds for so badly that you would attempt to rob a house without any attempt at researching it's owner?"

A glance back towards him, then a deliberate turning of her back on Arthur. A silent challenge, to see just what he was plucky enough to do.

[redemn]

there  is  no  sun  today  .      the  clouds  linger  across  the  vast  expanse  of  the  sky  ,      leaving  little  room  for  any  light  to  peek  through  .      by  all  means  ,      there  is  no  reason  for  arthur  to  be  walking  about  outdoors  with  a  hat  on  ,      as  little  as  he  needs  to  .      but  he's  worn  his  hat  for  every  day  and  almost  every  minute  since  he  was  a  child  .      but  he  does  regardless  ,      picking  up  the  pail  of  water  from  the  small  river  and  making  the  minutes-long  trek  back  toward  camp  .      he  arrives  with  little  fanfare  and  a  tip  of  his  hat  toward  the  vampire  that  stands  off  guard  near  the  butcher's  table  .      arthur's  gaze  flickers  to  the  carcasses  hanging  a  few  feet  away  .      they  haven't  been  sliced  into  just  yet  .

@coyotlindo  .      "    you  can  take  it  off  in  camp  ,      you  know  .      "      vampire!javi  gesturing  to  arthur's  hat  with  an  encouraging  toothy  smile  (he  probably  has  no  other  option  for  it  but  to  be  toothy  lmao)

he  hauls  the  bucket  the  last  few  steps  before  setting  it  down  where  pearson  wanted  it  .      his  hat  doesn't  move  a  centimeter  from  its  comfortable  place  atop  his  head  ,      settled  just  perfectly  around  his  small  antlers  so  as  to  be  perfectly  held  in  place  by  their  tips  .        ❝        i  take  it  off  all  the  time  ,        ❞        he  drawls  right  back  toward  the  vampire  ,      his  gaze  meeting  javier's  only  for  a  moment  before  sliding  down  to  his  display  of  fangs  .      at  least  ,      he  thinks  ,      he's  smilin'  about  it  .        ❝        ain't  my  problem  you  ain't  around  to  see  when  i  do  .        ❞

he's  lying  through  his  teeth  ,      of  course  .      he  rarely  ever  takes  off  his  hat  ,      except  to  sleep    and  even  then  ,      he  usually  has  the  thing  propped  over  his  ear  ,      that  he  might  cover  his  hair  and  the  antlers  while  he's  unconscious  .      it's  obvious  he  likes  to  keep  his  hat  on  .      arthur  is  also  fully  aware  that  he's  being  obvious  about  it  ,      no  two  ways  about  it  .      so  his  lip  twitches            ❝        maybe  i'm  just  wearin'  it  so  you  don't  practice  sharpenin'  your  teeth  on  'em  .        ❞            and  he  reaches  up  ,      resting  his  fingers  on  the  brim  of  leather  .        ❝        why  you  askin'  ?      you  wanna  see  ?        ❞

╰ ゜UNPROMPTED .  /  𝚊��𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .

[redemn]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ah  ,      hell  .    

he  certainly  never  expected  to  meet  a  vampire  tonight  ,      that’s  for  damn  certain  ,      yet  here  he  is  ,      staring  into  what  feels  like  the  line  of  fire  :  a  creature  who  he  knows  by  wind  alone  to  carry  many  decades  ,      if  not  centuries  ,      of  experience  under  her  belt  .      what  she  knows  is  little  business  of  his  ,      and  something  he  doesn’t  want  to  make  any  of  his  business  ,      but  it’s  not  as  if  he  has  anywhere  else  to  turn  now  that  he      (  and  the  rest  of  them  )      has  broken  his  way  into  her  home  with  plenty  of  incorrect  preparation  .      get  in  ,      stuff  their  pockets  with  whatever  valuables  and  billfolds  of  cash  they  can  find  ,      and  get  out  .      that  was  the  plan  .      that  was  an  executable  plan  turned  upside  down  too  quickly  for  arthur’s  liking  .

this  whole  situation  frustrates  him  .      she  is  a  predator  .      now  ,      he  wouldn’t  call  himself  damn  near  enough  to  prey  to  be  considered  as  such    -    he  can  use  his  antlers  to  his  defense  just  fine  ,      and  his  sharp  teeth  and  nails  have  gotten  him  out  of  many  sticky  situations        but  neither  would  he  call  himself  the  type  of  shifter  who  is  very  well  equipped  to  deal  with  a  vampire’s  abilities  .      some  others  in  the  gang  would  be  far  better  suited  ,      or  maybe  even  qualified  ,      to  deal  with  sonja’s  intimidating  ,      sharp-tooth  grin  and  eerie  tranquility  .      she  feels  like  the  calm  before  the  storm  ,      like  the  smell  of  rain  amidst  darkening  clouds  .

but  because  he’s  so  defensive  ,      he  doesn’t  back  down  ,      but  takes  a  step  forward  ,      foot  in  front  of  him  as  if  an  anchor  .      the  itch  in  his  scalp  grows  as  his  antlers  do  ,      bone  and  bloody  velvet  dipping  beneath  the  brim  of  his  hat  and  hooking  double-branched  over  the  worn  leather  .        ❝        arthur  ,        ❞        he  says  ,      rather  abruptly  .      his  gaze  stays  trained  on  sonja‘s  face  ,      but  his  ears  are  focused  on  the  tiptoed  ,      rushed  taps  of  boots  across  the  home  as  the  others  take  the  opportunity  to  make  their  escape  .        ❝        i’m  a  shifter  ,      since  you  asked  .      i’ll  let  you  guess  what  it  is  i  am  .        ❞        he  casts  his  gaze  away  in  a  roll  of  his  eyes  .        ❝        and  i  ain’t  in  the  mood  to  cause  no  trouble  with  a  vampire  tonight  .      might  be  i  will  some  other  night  ,      but  tonight  …  well  ,      tonight  ,      guess  i’d  rather  deal  with  whoever  gave  us  that  bad  medicine  .        ❞

His reaction had told her a bit of what she'd wanted to know. He'd startled, but not lashed out at her. His mask made it hard to determine if he'd bared teeth at her, but she gives a flash of a grin that shows off sharp eyeteeth.

A silent promise that should she be tested, she could move quick and have at his throat before he could blink. No human would be so calm as he was, she can hear his heartbeat, too slow for any human that had just been scared. And the stillness, it brought to mind that of a stag freezing in the sights of a predator.

The vampiress takes a step back, allowing the man his space once again. It also allowed her to get a good look at him, noting his choice of weapons and the satchel at his side. An outlaw, and a horseman. Such an occupation was of little consequence to her, she'd seen many similar professions throughout the centuries.

"Oh, I could have plucked it right from your head without you ever knowing just how I knew, had I wished to. I mean you no harm, provided you act civil in my home." She added the last part as more of an afterthought. She had no intentions of biting him, even if that would have been the easiest way to get answers. Sonja refused to stoop to the same levels as most of her kin would. "The list of unfortunate souls that dislike me on a personal level is quite short, but I am not above adding another name to the list."

She knows he's provoking her in part. Perhaps because his friends had scattered with the four winds, leaving him to handle her. That alone implied that he must be a good shot, and a good fighter, with something up his sleeve they could count on when caught by surprise.

"You and your boys should take one little piece of advice, if nothing else from me tonight. Research your target thoroughly first. Never blindly assume someone's given you all the information, it leads to unpleasant circumstances. I can be a philanthropist, when so inclined to share to those in need whom I am acquainted with. Some have no need to try to rob me at night, quite the foolish decision, that."

Sonja tilts her head, assessing him for a moment. She doubted her name would mean much of anything outside of vampire 'society'. Not many of her kind had settled in America, even fewer came this far south.

"My name is Sonja, I belong to the Corvinus Clan line. As to what I am, many people have different names for it......Upir, nosferatu, Ördög, Izcacus, daughter of Dracul. I believe you americans took a similar name of one and made it one of your own, Vampire." She waits a moment, smiling again in a way that is hardly friendly and more a show of sharp teeth. "Now, I believe it is your turn to introduce yourself and say what you are. Given that your friends decided to leave you here alone at night in the heart of a vampire's den, you are damned lucky I am neither hungry nor offended."

In truth, she found the situation rather amusing.

"Answer truthfully please, there's no need for violence so early in the night."

[redemn]

he's  handled  plenty  of  ordeals  alone  in  his  life  .      having  to  handle  something  without  the  rest  of  the  gang  with  him  is  something  that  happens  more  often  than  not  .      there  is  a  trust  they  all  feels  towards  him  that  makes  his chest  swell  with  a  pride  he  cannot  ignore  easily  .      as  much  as  he  appreciates  the  trust  his  gang  puts  into  him  after  all  these  years  ,      he  sure  can't  help  but  feel  an  irritation  that  this  ,      in  particular  ,      is  the  next  bit  of  trouble  he's  been  ordered  to  deal  with  .      especially  if  someone  set  them  up  .      if  this  woman  is  to  be  trusted  .

she  moves  fast  ,      even  faster  than  he  can  blink  ,      even  faster  than  anything  in  his  body  can  react  .      he  flinches  in  the  same  second  ,      practically  leaping  back  just  to  put  an  inch  of  space  between  them  and  baring  his  sharpened  teeth  beneath  his  mask  on  instinct  .      there's  a  tendency  in  him  to  lash  out  for  getting  so  close  to  him  ,      but  it's  quietened  a  moment  later  ,      as  though  a  blanket  has  been  draped  over  it  and  replaced  with  something  less  lethal  .      and  then  ,      as  he  always  does  and  in  spite  of  the  way  his  heartbeat  spurs  so  suddenly  in  his  chest  that  it  hurts  ,      he  falls  silent  and  still  ,      eyeing  her  closely  in  some  measly  attempt  to  figure  out  just  what  she  is  .      not  human  at  all  ,      that  much  is  certain  now  .      there  are  shifters  that  can  move  quickly  ,      but  not  as  quickly  as  she  just  did  ,      and  he's  never  known  anyone  whose  mist  couldn't  still  be  detected  .

❝        wouldn't'chu  like  to  know  ?        ❞        now  ,      sure  ,      it  might  be  dangerous  for  him  to  say  a  thing  like  that  .      but  he's  no  one  not  to  provoke  when  he  feels  threatened  .      he  doesn't  know  who  she  is  .      no  way  in  hell  he's  telling  her  a  thing  .      he  only  hopes  he  can  buy  enough  time  for  the  others  to  get  out  .      ❝   i'm  sure  it  ain't  no  one  who  likes  you  .        ❞        defuse  or  provoke  :      those  are  his  only  two  options  .      he  sure  as  shit  isn't  doing  well  at  the  former  .      but  he's  still  talking  through  his  teeth  .        ❝        now  ,      i'm  real  sorry  you  had  the  misfortune'a  catchin'  us  in  the  middle'a  our  heist  here  .      i'm  sure  the  rest  of  us  would  give  you  their  apologies  too  .      but  it  ain't  important  no  more  who  told  us  to  come  here  .      i  think  it's  more  important  i  know  who  you  is  .      ❞  ( he's going to kill micah ) a  pause  .        ❝        or  what  you  is  .        ❞

She had expected for them to startle, but she hadn't anticipated for most of her unexpected guests to run off and leave a man behind. No man left behind, usually a concept Americans kept to. Interesting, but perhaps the one left behind was the leader? He hadn't been the one to sound the retreat, he'd been told to deal with her. She could detect the few others, in separate rooms. She could hear how rapid their heartbeats had become, indicating some form of either panic or anxiety.

Briefly the vampiress considered specifically going after the ones whom had fled, and opted to leave their brethren behind. Sonja decided instead that if this ended relatively peacefully, she'd instead tear a strip off of whomever the leader was for leaving men behind in addition to not properly looking into whom they were trying to rob. This little group reminded her of the story that had been blowing about of some gang that had robbed a train belonging to the distateful oil man Cornwall, and had caused quite the shootout recently. Some claimed they'd simply robbed the train without any knowledge of the tycoon. Plucky, but stupid. Much like trying to rob a vampire in the middle of the night.

"Well, I had gathered that, but I do appreciate the honesty. Apology accepted, I suppose. Someone tried to set you up....or didn't think it through." Sonja's tone made it clear she was amused, taking a few steps towards him. Slow and measured, with a predators grace. Polite as he was, his group has still invaded her home and she was yet to decide what to do about it. "I have a question, and it will determine what I do next about your attempted robbery."

In the blink of an eye, she moves. Candles sputter out, snuffed by the sudden wind of her swift movement. When she halts in front of the man, her eyes shine in the dark. She's unarmed, but still had crossed a large distance in the blink of an eye. Sonja had done it to rattle and unnerve, see if he was human or not.

"Who told you to come here?"

[redemn]

they  had  been  told  that  this  would  be  the  best  chance  to  rob  this  estate  .      it’s  not  the  most  grand  home  he’s  ever  stepped  foot  in  ,      but  the  fact  that  there  are  two  floors  means  there’s  more  opportunity  to  find  valuable  goods  worthy  of  a  good  fencing  or  ,      in  some  cases  ,      keeping  .      it’s  been  dark  for  over  an  hour  when  they  arrive  ,      and  they’re  quick  to  break  in  and  spread  through  the  rooms  .      it  may  be  night  ,      but  the  quicker  they’re  in  and  out  ,      the  less  of  a  chance  they  have  of  getting  caught  by  the  residence  or  some  outside  prying  eye  .

not  often  does  arthur  startle  to  the  sound  of  any  voice  around  him  ,      if  only  because  he  is  always  alert  and  actively  seeking  any  unknown  creatures  who  might  think  to  sneak  up  around  him  ,      but  the  bustle  of  their  search  is  ,      although  as  quiet  as  they  can  make  it  ,      a  prime  opportunity  to  mask  any  other  approaching  footsteps  .      whoever  was  meant  to  keep  guard  over  the  doorways  obviously  took  a  break    ,      and  arthur  ,      like  the  rest  of  the  group  ,      is  quick  to  lift  his  head  ,      shifting  his  attention  from  the  drawer  of  the  small  stand  he’s  been  rooting  through  to  the  woman  who  stands  in  the  doorway  now  .      his  hand  has  made  its  quick  way  to  his  side  ,      where  his  revolver  sits  comfortably  in  its  holster  ,      but  he’s  unmoving  otherwise  ,      gaze  unfocused  to  watch  for  all  other  movement  .

at  least  ,      until  dutch  calls  for  those  who  can  to  fall  back  .      a  good  many  of  them  can  scramble  ,      and  vanish  from  arthur’s  peripheries  before  he  can  a  chance  to  open  his  mouth  to  warn  them  of  what  a  stupid  idea  it  is  ,      leaving  the  rest  of  them  who  can’t  change  into  god  damned  mist  to  fend  for  themselves  .      that  leaves  himself      (  with  a  small  but  insistent  order  to  deal  with  the  situation  )      and  a  few  others  to  deal  with  the  situation  .      those  others  ,      as  it  turns  out  ,      happen  to  be  in  the  other  rooms  .

taking  a  breath  ,      arthur  straightens  himself  up  again  .      aside  from  when  she’s  speaking  ,      he  can’t detect  any  signs  of  life  within  her  .      not  human  ,      anyway  .        ❝        jesus  ,        ❞        he  murmurs  .      then  ,      louder  :        ❝        we    …    don’t  mean  you  no  harm  ,      miss  .      we  was  ,      uh    …        ❞        well  ,      there’s  really  no  use  lying  to  her  when  it’s  pretty  obvious  what  they’re  doing  here  ,      is  there  ?     ❝        we  was  robbin’  you  . sorry .        ❞

@redemn

The twilight hour had finally arrived, causing the vampiress to stir and awaken. She moved about the top floor of her home languidly, she had no pressing affairs to attend to, no expected appointments or guests. Sonja had only just pulled on her housecoat over her shift when she heard floorboards creak downstairs, along with the thrumming heartbeat of several beings.

A glance to the clock on the mantel told her it was almost midnight, far too late for most mortals to be wandering about. And from how they crept about, it seemed that someone was foolish enough to break into a vampire's residence at night to rob them.

She'd didn't recognize the voices she could hear faintly, so she proceeded downstairs. She kept herself cloaked in the shadows, only a few oil lamps were lit by her surprise guests. Sonja didn't require them to see her way through the house, and it gave quite the breadcrumb trail to lead her right to them, even if their scent alone would have allowed her to track them.

The vampiress moved from the shadows to stand in the centre of a doorway, watching with bemusement as the group of men rifled through her cupboards. It seemed they were trying to loot her home, but were frustrated by her lack of valuables. She didn't keep much in out in the open or displayed in cupboards. Truly, she couldn't believe the sight before her and she began to laugh.

"Gentlemen, if you would be so kind as to simply take a seat and explain your visit, it would be appreciated. You entered freely and of your own will, no?" She called out, hardly concerned. From what she could tell, they appeared to be mortals. Cowboys, possibly outlaws by the look of their weaponry. "

Whomever was brazen enough to tell you to come here, I would be most interested in learning their name. Please, sit, be civilized. I don't particularly want to stain the carpet."