Mistress Zokora
~~~ Mistress’s Bar & Inn ~~~
Shuffling quietly down a worn hallway you hear the sound of a running shower from just a few yards away. You stop dead in your tracks as the door to the bathroom opens, steam pouring out into the hallway, and someone steps out. Closing your eyes, you turn your head away from the bather, praying that they at least had on a towel. Throwing caution to the wind you reluctantly open your eyes to look back, only to find that a woman was staring back at you.
Her gorgeous red-hair seemed to glow like a hearth in winter and large, golden eyes looked warmly back at you. 'Is she real?' is the first thought that flies through your head. Blinking furiously, you assume you had had too much to drink and were now asleep - or possibly dead - and that all of this was a figment of your imagination. 'Yeah, that's it...it's all an illusion'. That was the only thing that made sense, after all, you were currently face-to-face with a creature that could only be an angel.
Your hand moves slightly, as if to reach out and touch her skin, just to make sure she was - or wasn't - real. Praying to God that you didn't scare her away, your hand had barely moved a hair when she smiled and opened her mouth to speak. Her words weren't harsh, if anything they were the exact opposite. Her warm and calming voice filled your ears, the corridor, everything like a breath of fresh air to a drowning soul.
And it was then that you realized that you weren't dreaming. Even better, you realized that you were in fact alive and breathing. Suddenly, remembering where you were, you smiled and took a small, calming breath of relief.
"Hello," she had said, "my name is Zokora. Welcome to my Bar & Inn."
~~~ Rules of the Inn ~~~
Have fun
No Stupidity
-Layout By Oniongirl-
Shuffling quietly down a worn hallway you hear the sound of a running shower from just a few yards away. You stop dead in your tracks as the door to the bathroom opens, steam pouring out into the hallway, and someone steps out. Closing your eyes, you turn your head away from the bather, praying that they at least had on a towel. Throwing caution to the wind you reluctantly open your eyes to look back, only to find that a woman was staring back at you.
Her gorgeous red-hair seemed to glow like a hearth in winter and large, golden eyes looked warmly back at you. 'Is she real?' is the first thought that flies through your head. Blinking furiously, you assume you had had too much to drink and were now asleep - or possibly dead - and that all of this was a figment of your imagination. 'Yeah, that's it...it's all an illusion'. That was the only thing that made sense, after all, you were currently face-to-face with a creature that could only be an angel.
Your hand moves slightly, as if to reach out and touch her skin, just to make sure she was - or wasn't - real. Praying to God that you didn't scare her away, your hand had barely moved a hair when she smiled and opened her mouth to speak. Her words weren't harsh, if anything they were the exact opposite. Her warm and calming voice filled your ears, the corridor, everything like a breath of fresh air to a drowning soul.
And it was then that you realized that you weren't dreaming. Even better, you realized that you were in fact alive and breathing. Suddenly, remembering where you were, you smiled and took a small, calming breath of relief.
"Hello," she had said, "my name is Zokora. Welcome to my Bar & Inn."
~~~ Rules of the Inn ~~~
Have fun
No Stupidity
-Layout By Oniongirl-
