Nirvana, the centre of power, trade, commerce, and geographically, in the desert. The capital of sin and vice controlled by the eternal house stood defiantly against the decaying desert, stubbornly refusing to follow in the footsteps of the rest of the sands in the multiple collapses, as it was the only city that kept its lights on. A young Ysstmar who stood atop the mountains of bandit's pass always looked on at this bone bastion in wonder, curious to what life was like within its interior. This simple lizard's dream would come to fruition, as his home with the military was located within the metropolis. Though his military training took up much of his time, the saurian soldier always looked out from his simple residence at the city in amazement, awestruck by the hubbub contained within those tall walls, something he had never witnessed before in his rather primitive life. Watching all the souls walk about without a care in the world, not having to care about some prick challenging you to combat just because he wants to prove he ain't worthless to those around him.
Alas, when Tuguslar's first day off was finally granted, the desert dweller eagerly took the opportunity to go on a tour of the town, ensuring to take a bath in the morning first before departing, since the Ysstmar wished to avoid any mention of his hygiene, all too aware of the local's perception of his people. The newly enlisted warrior for the eternal house began his journey through the city, walking through the streets filled with people, simply admiring the vista on display before him. The young soldier could not help but feel giddy, akin to a child given his first weapon, for the city was so vast and alien to him that the mere act of walking through it was entertaining to his simple minded lizard brain. Each establishment tempted the wide eyed saurian to enter its abode, though none of them succeeded save one type… places that served food. The scaly cook has always had a soft spot for good food, as it is reminiscent of the time he spent cooking with his father in his youth, and it’s just nice to eat and enjoy your meal.
Unfortunately the saurian chef had difficulty making a decision, as his calm pace past taverns, smokehouses, butchers and other places for food made it difficult for the young man to choose; for he knew internally no matter his choice he would have wished to spend his recently earned wages on something else. The debate that raged within his mind bothered Tuguslar, as he marched up and down in the street trying to make up his mind. Does he go to the butcher and get his own meat to cook back home? Does he go somewhere else where they make for him and then the mountainous cook plays his favourite game of “guess how it was cooked” whilst possibly enjoying the meal? Does he say fuck it and go pleasure himself at a brothel and try out some local pussy? To go from limited choices back atop his birthplace to dozens of choices is… overwhelming.
The smoke house owner was left slightly irate by Zaya's little petty display, and chased the nonpaying bovinite out, content to be rid of the bickering duo. The Lizard enjoyed himself for an hour or two, having some food and drink and chatting with some of the other patrons around the communal hookah. He left the small place to continue travelling around the bustling metropolis before returning home when darkness started to descend due to the absence of those binary suns. End of Rp
Unamused at the whole situation, Zaya merely stuck out her nose at the idea of getting more food, drinks and hookah with the rude lizard. She rolled her eyes. It didn’t take a genius to figure how a dinner date with the ysstmar would go. The narcissistic lizard would get so wasted that he’d make her pay for everything or he’d catch the tired traveler off guard and end up in an even worse predicament.
“And eat with someone with no manners? Ugh, pass” She said, folding her arms in protest.
Just what was his deal anyways? Insulting everyone and then inviting them out. Zaya narrowed her eyes at him. There was just something suspicious about him that she couldn’t place her finger on it. Instead she focused her attention on more important matters. Ignoring the ysstmar and ordering food. Her ears drooped as even the shopkeeper was trying to rush people along. Just what was everyone’s deal today?
“Okay” She sighed. “Could I have some smoked meats and some smoked bug jerky?”
She watched as the shopkeep served her quickly and named her price. The Badder’kerkhan took out her coin pouch and passed him the exact amount, one coin at a time. When it came to customer service, Zaya knew a thing or two about that. As her parents ran a smithy back home. It was always important to let the customers take their time. After all, a returning customer spends more than a one-time customer.
With the petty act concluded she took her goods and gleefully left the store. Yipping happily as she took a bite of the jerky. While the spices they used were different to what she used too, the jerky was a still rather tasty meal. The tired traveler now fed, decided that it would be for the best to find somewhere to rest for the night.
As the Ysstmar was making an exchange with the owner of this little storefront, the jackal started yapping again, spouting out a petty and rather amusing insult, accompanied with what could barely pass as a physical gesture. Is this what passes as strength amongst the Baderker'cucks? Honestly this whole affair is just tiring. The stinking Baderker'khan seems as if she couldn't care less about this whole ordeal, something the Wizard Lizard could agree with, he honestly just wanted some meat to cook up for dinner and a bit o jerky. What the Saurian Soldier also found quite funny was how the Red Bovinite waltzed in, tried to be a hero for the woman, and then hid in the corner as soon as he met resistance. Did his balls get sucked right back in just as they dropped? With that beetle meat in hand, the Lizard chef would shoot a cheeky grimace in response to the Jackal's bitchy comment. "Look here puffy tail I can promise you that is not the case. But I'll be honest, I'm bored, and you're also clearly bored, and since neither of us really cares for this little tussle of words, why don't you say we get a drink eh? There's a hookah bar in the area that has some great food and alcohol, and you seem like you could do with a drink or two." Tuguslar started walking towards the exit after giving her the name of the place, but he s stopping halway out the door and releasing an ah, as if he had forgotten something inside. Turning on the one foot to face the bovinite "Oh, and red boy, you can come along too if ya want. After all, the more the merrier eh?" Upon the Yellow scaled warrior's exit the Blue bovinite looked at his other potential customers with an annoyed stare before bellowing out with a raspy voice. "So you two gonna buy something or am I going to have to stand around here like a moron?" Once outside the off duty soldier headed off, first going home to put the recently acquired meat away before departing for the earlier aforementioned bar. Upon entry the Ysstmar quickly asked for a bottle and to bring ready since there might be more customers joining him, paid for the services, and then found a cosy corner space to occupy. There a hookah was prepared and a clay bottle with arak and another with water was placed on the floor beside the cushions. Tuguslar poured his own drink before taking his first puff of the day, taking his time to relax as he wondered if either of the two would show up for a fun time. Even if not the Lizard is going to enjoy himself without them, they're the one's who'll be missing out.
The courier couldn't help but take a deep breath as he backed off from the lizard. No surprise there, you speak to an asshole and he continues to act like one. Who cares though? That's that and this is this. The woman retorted while he got back to the corner he stood and waited at. His attention now focused towards her. Khaled lightly rubbed his forehead with a sigh. He hoped these two would at least not start something in this person's establishment. He did learn to not respond though. Not much good would come of it.
Zaya simply just rolled her eyes as the other bovinite chimed in. While it was a nice gesture, she wasn’t in the mood. She was tired and hungry from traveling to the city. The last thing the Bader’kerhan wanted was to be thrown out of the store teaching some flea-brain a lesson.
As the yssmar opened his mouth once more, her blood began to boil. Nothing but ignorant insults spilled forth from this cocksure ysstmar. Even to go as far as if to imply she stunk. She rolled her eyes once again.
“Ugh. At least fucking a corpse will be more pleasurable than you’ll ever be.” She retorted, giving him a half hearted gesture.
In this simple exchange, it finally clicked. Maybe all the ysstmar were as dumb as their dead king. That would explain their behavior and the incident that occured on Samara’s floor. Zaya couldn’t help but wonder what cultural implications there were to cause one’s bowels to release over the floor.
Before the butcher could respond with his rates, the little dog in the room started barking, retorting with a rather amusing insult before she capitulated to the saurian soldier regardless. The bovinite in the corner decided to speak up as well, but Tuguslar could barely hear him considering how much pity dick the offspring of Samara was swallowing. Like, seriously he could barely hear the man. The ysstmar responded at first by revealing a fanged smile, his gaze unwaveringly fixated upon them as he spoke with a casual flippancy. "Heh, let the woman of a people who are fucking traitors to the sands? Heh, you're dreaming pretty boy. Besides, she already graciously offered me to go first. As for you corpse fucker, I can't say anyone gave me permission, but no one needed to. Besides, there are fouler things in this room than my tounge." The former mountain dweller would then pinch the front of his front jaw, despite not having nostrils, it was more as a way to indicate to the Baderkerkhan's odor once more, thought without words this time. With his message hopefully made loud and clear, the Ysstmar turned his head to the smoker once more "Now, about your prices..." The butcher would name his rates, the saurian soldier proceeding to start counting his coins, and doing some of the basic math in his head that he's been taught as of recent, a useful asset since he can now consider how much he has left, though thankfully the beetle meat was not very expensive.
The bovinite stood idly in the room in wait of the other two patrons to go ahead and buy first. He quietly stood back and glanced around, still trying to make up his mind about what he'd get. Even then, he isn't a regular in this place. Would probably have to talk about prices with the blue bovinite tending the place.
Similarly to the jackal, his attention to the smoke house's product was taken away by the ysstmar. What's his deal, anyway? Just pulling up somewhere and dragging others in his shit like he owns the place. Khaled rolled his eyes and scratched his head as he opted to just let it go. That was until Zaya spoke up with her mention of the lizard's act. Insulting them was one thing, but cutting too? He didn't really notice, but dick move, honestly. He didn't want to escalate things though, not in someone's establishment. With a short sigh to himself, he decided to step in to try and right what just occurred.
"Look, could you just take a moment and let her go first? We're both just trying to go about our days here and you're being a bit rude." 'Bit' was heavily understating it but he'd rather not anger the ysstmar.
The jackal’s nose was delighted by the smells inside the smoke house. It was bliss. The heavenly aromas of smoked meats and spices made her stomach growl and mouth water with anticipation. Her mind wondered what she would buy, maybe something chewy or something tender. She carefully considered her options as patiently waiting to be served.
Zaya’s train of thought was interrupted as the ysstmar opened his mouth. Her ears drooped with disappointment. It finally clicked. The ysstmar race simply lacked the intelligence for social graces.
“Ugh.” She cringed as the flea-brained lizard cut the line and started insulting everyone. A part of her regretted staying in the desert and not using her unknown heritage to jump ship to the jungle. Alas, it was too late to start second guessing.
The tired traveler tapped her foot on the ground impatiently, frustrated that she couldn’t get a rough scent of what his flea-brain smelt like. It would have been handy to know so that she could avoid future encounters with him. Unfortunately for the jackal’s keen nose, the smoked meats were far too distracting.
“Who the fuck died to give you the right to cut in line and insult everyone?” she snapped. “But sure, go ahead. Your foul mouth is already stinking up the place.”