03-19-2007, 07:32 AM
Eyebrows arching to the comment directed at the girl Cypress stalked foreward to a chair not too far from the deer. Methodically he removed his cloak and bracers setting them on the table neatly in a row. Pulling his shirt over his head he dropped it to the chair and sneered openly at anyone who stared at his body.
Thick scales traveled down the length of his spine, starting from somewhere underneath his hair and dissapearing beneath his pants. Scatterings of many brightly metallic orange, dark rustic copper, and browns scales covered his shoulders and went along the length of his collarbone. The scales also made their way along the outer sides of his arms and ended covering the vast majority of his last two fingers on each hand.
Eyes challenging anyone to make a coment he reached down and grasped the deer by the legs before hauling it to his shoulders . Kicking the door outwards he stomped his way to the back of the tavern and tossed the deer on the grass before a standing wooden structure and gathering the knives he would need for the cleaning.
Several hours later Cypress returned to the inside with a large wooden bowl full of the choicest pieces of meat from the hart. Placing it on the counter he grinned rougishly at Myla and asked casually if there was anyway he might keep the hide for himself.
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