Post by daxia on Jul 20, 2006 17:27:37 GMT -5
Paradise is a relative term that depends solely on the opinion and/or the ideals of a person. For some people, paradise was obtained when they feel most comfortable and most at peace. For others, paradise was the peak of bliss and utmost happiness. And still yet there were many who believed it to be a destination or a sign of their redemption. There were so many more theories and options to choose from, but all in all everyone else’s notions were completely superfluous to someone like Nuo-Xue Heng.
The setting she had of her own volition to place herself into tonight was not the stereotypical scene most citizens of her high status and regal background were usually spotted in. Tonight she and her teacher, a very youthful-looking elder woman known as Tao Dewei, were sitting at a booth table in a dingy little tavern in the Kei Lan region. After much traveling the pair had finally arrived in the Earth Nation region, and now that they had achieved the first step in sating their ambitious desires Tao had decided that they could use a rest and a good drink. Well, she could use a drink– her protege was not near the age limit for her to enjoy the tranquilizing affects of a good, stiff drink. Tao had allowed Nuo the pleasure of choosing an establishment to service them, which unfortunately turned out to be quite the disaster for the older woman. The child had chosen one of the most atrociously corrupted, most bitterly standing piece of wood work that had the word ‘tavern’ in its name in all of Kei Lan. Upon seeing the young girl’s choice she had grimaced but agreed weakly, attempting to keep to her promise. She knew that Nuo, someone who grew up in the confinements of a mansion that was better to be referred to as a rather small palace, had some ulterior motive to choosing such a distasteful institution.
The atmosphere within the tavern was slightly more romantic then one would expect from the outside, but still every bit as course and as rowdy as both women had imagined it to be. Many candles were in place to provide a very hazy feel, and a certain burnt sweetness poisoned what little breathable air there was. Rather friendly women each clothed in a very unfriendly portion of clothing draped themselves over drunken older men; the distinct smell of alcohol overpowered the scent of cooked food; comrades in business malpractice were boasting of their crimes as though their injustices were medals of honor.
Nuo had never felt more disgusted and more delighted in her life. Every person in this room had discarded every bit of their integrity and were unhindered in their actions. Such is the true human nature, thought Nuo as she watched the other patrons partake in their sinful wiles. One man with a dirty, ragged beard was squeezing the clothed left bosom of a wench without any fear of someone watching; two companions kept slamming their mugs together, shouting a celebrating profanity and then continued to guzzle down the fiery liquid; another pair of men in a dark corner of the bar seemed to be enjoying each other’s company almost a little too thoroughly. Humans were selfish, ambitious, and desiring – and that was in their purest form. It was both brutally gruesome and yet extremely beautiful to watch someone give in to all their subconscious wanting and consume everything they ever wanted and could ever hope for, consumed it all into their being like a fire.
For her, this place was paradise.
The young woman walked up to the bar without a single expression to signify discomfort in the presence of these animals, keeping her oddly-colored eyes -- one being the color of gold while the other was a lovely brown -- averted to her destination. She propped herself on an unsteady wooden stool and signified for the bar tender, a young woman with brilliant red hair and an impressive figure that even made Nuo snap out of her state of philosophical indifference and blush. However, the illusion of the rowdy goddess was shattered once she opened her plump red lips to speak, a very heavy brogue weighing down the honey of her voice and turning it into bitter molasses.
”What’chya want?”
It took every bit of mannerisms Nuo had not to wince at the assault on her ears. When the wench was done speaking, she was finally able to explain her order to the woman, appearing as though she had given orders at a bar before. In all honesty, Nuo had never been to place of this nature before, but her very nature made her seem dominant in what should be fairly new territory. Some would call it arrogance; Nuo preferred to call it a talent.
“A red wine on the rocks and a glass of water, no ice.”
The woman eyed her customer as though she were attempting to dissect her by mere sight alone. It was a slightly unnerving feeling, and one that caused Nuo’s temper to raise. She narrowed her eyes on the bar tender, hoping that she would break eye contact and fill in the order.
“Well?”
With a small huff the woman turned to the side, though her gaze was still ferociously studying Nuo’s face. Could this woman have possibly figured out her origin and was going to refuse her service? Or was she going to deny her attention because she looked much too young to be ordering any alcohol at all. After a moment, she finally spoke:
”Water better be yours, odd-eyes.”
Nuo wasn’t sure whether to be thankful that the woman finally left to retrieve the drinks or to jump over the counter top and drag out an apology from her surly, roughly accented vocabulary. She decided to see where her anger coursed after the rude woman returned.
The setting she had of her own volition to place herself into tonight was not the stereotypical scene most citizens of her high status and regal background were usually spotted in. Tonight she and her teacher, a very youthful-looking elder woman known as Tao Dewei, were sitting at a booth table in a dingy little tavern in the Kei Lan region. After much traveling the pair had finally arrived in the Earth Nation region, and now that they had achieved the first step in sating their ambitious desires Tao had decided that they could use a rest and a good drink. Well, she could use a drink– her protege was not near the age limit for her to enjoy the tranquilizing affects of a good, stiff drink. Tao had allowed Nuo the pleasure of choosing an establishment to service them, which unfortunately turned out to be quite the disaster for the older woman. The child had chosen one of the most atrociously corrupted, most bitterly standing piece of wood work that had the word ‘tavern’ in its name in all of Kei Lan. Upon seeing the young girl’s choice she had grimaced but agreed weakly, attempting to keep to her promise. She knew that Nuo, someone who grew up in the confinements of a mansion that was better to be referred to as a rather small palace, had some ulterior motive to choosing such a distasteful institution.
The atmosphere within the tavern was slightly more romantic then one would expect from the outside, but still every bit as course and as rowdy as both women had imagined it to be. Many candles were in place to provide a very hazy feel, and a certain burnt sweetness poisoned what little breathable air there was. Rather friendly women each clothed in a very unfriendly portion of clothing draped themselves over drunken older men; the distinct smell of alcohol overpowered the scent of cooked food; comrades in business malpractice were boasting of their crimes as though their injustices were medals of honor.
Nuo had never felt more disgusted and more delighted in her life. Every person in this room had discarded every bit of their integrity and were unhindered in their actions. Such is the true human nature, thought Nuo as she watched the other patrons partake in their sinful wiles. One man with a dirty, ragged beard was squeezing the clothed left bosom of a wench without any fear of someone watching; two companions kept slamming their mugs together, shouting a celebrating profanity and then continued to guzzle down the fiery liquid; another pair of men in a dark corner of the bar seemed to be enjoying each other’s company almost a little too thoroughly. Humans were selfish, ambitious, and desiring – and that was in their purest form. It was both brutally gruesome and yet extremely beautiful to watch someone give in to all their subconscious wanting and consume everything they ever wanted and could ever hope for, consumed it all into their being like a fire.
For her, this place was paradise.
The young woman walked up to the bar without a single expression to signify discomfort in the presence of these animals, keeping her oddly-colored eyes -- one being the color of gold while the other was a lovely brown -- averted to her destination. She propped herself on an unsteady wooden stool and signified for the bar tender, a young woman with brilliant red hair and an impressive figure that even made Nuo snap out of her state of philosophical indifference and blush. However, the illusion of the rowdy goddess was shattered once she opened her plump red lips to speak, a very heavy brogue weighing down the honey of her voice and turning it into bitter molasses.
”What’chya want?”
It took every bit of mannerisms Nuo had not to wince at the assault on her ears. When the wench was done speaking, she was finally able to explain her order to the woman, appearing as though she had given orders at a bar before. In all honesty, Nuo had never been to place of this nature before, but her very nature made her seem dominant in what should be fairly new territory. Some would call it arrogance; Nuo preferred to call it a talent.
“A red wine on the rocks and a glass of water, no ice.”
The woman eyed her customer as though she were attempting to dissect her by mere sight alone. It was a slightly unnerving feeling, and one that caused Nuo’s temper to raise. She narrowed her eyes on the bar tender, hoping that she would break eye contact and fill in the order.
“Well?”
With a small huff the woman turned to the side, though her gaze was still ferociously studying Nuo’s face. Could this woman have possibly figured out her origin and was going to refuse her service? Or was she going to deny her attention because she looked much too young to be ordering any alcohol at all. After a moment, she finally spoke:
”Water better be yours, odd-eyes.”
Nuo wasn’t sure whether to be thankful that the woman finally left to retrieve the drinks or to jump over the counter top and drag out an apology from her surly, roughly accented vocabulary. She decided to see where her anger coursed after the rude woman returned.