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Sri Laa Vashiin · February 28, 2008, 01:43 PM

In death there were those that dealt the final hand and those that received it. Sometimes the ones dealing made sure those who received understood why they were dying... other times the dealer would never reveal itself whether it was from the hands of another or just some force that decided it was time for you to say goodbye. Sri Laa always made sure the dying had his ugly face frozen in their eyes right before the lights faded... but that was just him.

The obese enforcer for the Dragon clan had made his way to the cemetery a few moments before the cherry wood coffin was carefully lowered beneath the soggy ground. He was wearing his black crushed velvet pants and vest that openly identified himself as a member of the Dragon clan, due to the large red dragon on the back of the vest. Sri laa was beyond caring if anyone knew he was apart of one of the families because his large arms had tattoos of dragons running all the way from his shoulders down to his wrists. His bald head had a large dragon tattooed on each side just above his ears... so what as one more on his vest?

The kemite wasn't sure how the shopkeeper had died, but he passed it off as an illness of some sort. Judging by the people, from all walks of life, that were here to say goodbye to this man, Sri Laa believed that no one could have harmed him... he was respected and liked by all. The raven's caw snapped him out of his trance forcing him to scan the cemetery with his deep hazel eyes to see who was all here... and to make sure none of his sworn enemies had decided to come. Out of respect for the shopkeeper, should he see any of the other families here, he would keep peace... but once the funeral was over it was fair game. His large flail dangled behind him, ready to be drawn if need be... An unwritten law of Zinn'Sunn made sure he was packed at all times.

Something strange was in the air... he could feel it, but was not sure if the overcast had set a chill about, or if the unknown dealer was about to deal his hand... either way Sri Laa watched and waited ready to reach behind him and come to arms.

February 28, 2008, 01:43 PM	#7 (permalink)
Sri Laa Vashiin Citizen Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Zinn'Sunn Posts: 45	In death there were those that dealt the final hand and those that received it. Sometimes the ones dealing made sure those who received understood why they were dying... other times the dealer would never reveal itself whether it was from the hands of another or just some force that decided it was time for you to say goodbye. Sri Laa always made sure the dying had his ugly face frozen in their eyes right before the lights faded... but that was just him. The obese enforcer for the Dragon clan had made his way to the cemetery a few moments before the cherry wood coffin was carefully lowered beneath the soggy ground. He was wearing his black crushed velvet pants and vest that openly identified himself as a member of the Dragon clan, due to the large red dragon on the back of the vest. Sri laa was beyond caring if anyone knew he was apart of one of the families because his large arms had tattoos of dragons running all the way from his shoulders down to his wrists. His bald head had a large dragon tattooed on each side just above his ears... so what as one more on his vest? The kemite wasn't sure how the shopkeeper had died, but he passed it off as an illness of some sort. Judging by the people, from all walks of life, that were here to say goodbye to this man, Sri Laa believed that no one could have harmed him... he was respected and liked by all. The raven's caw snapped him out of his trance forcing him to scan the cemetery with his deep hazel eyes to see who was all here... and to make sure none of his sworn enemies had decided to come. Out of respect for the shopkeeper, should he see any of the other families here, he would keep peace... but once the funeral was over it was fair game. His large flail dangled behind him, ready to be drawn if need be... An unwritten law of Zinn'Sunn made sure he was packed at all times. Something strange was in the air... he could feel it, but was not sure if the overcast had set a chill about, or if the unknown dealer was about to deal his hand... either way Sri Laa watched and waited ready to reach behind him and come to arms. __________________ *~CIR~* "It's nothing personal... it's just business"