Stallion Thunder sat at a table in a corner of the room. Barely any light reached where he sat, creating a low glow upon his face and his garments. Used to being alone, this night was like many others.... But sometimes, even the coldest hearted want to be accompanied.

He watched as a gorgeous lady graced her self onto the stage and performed a wild dance with spins and twirls. The band next to the stage played a lively but sad tune. That of a battle, or moreso a massacre.

She finished her performance and bowed slightly and headed off the stage leaving it open. The people cheered and whistled and Stallion even rose his hands to clap several times, though not very enthusiastically.

The night was still young and he sat by himself. This is where he planned on sitting all night for he had no other plans for the night, or the entire week actually.

Kowe sat far back in the shadows in the bar, watching idly as the dancing girl finished her song. She came here fairly often to relax and unwind, after an exhausting day taking care of small problems.

Quietly she nursed her drink, a deep red wine that was as sweet as the days were long. Glancing around once more before leaving the bar for the night, she noticed the man sitting by himself, with an air of loneliness.

Deciding to take a chance, for she was lonely herself, she headed in his direction.

Walking in silently and taking a seat at the far corner, Taima relaxes a little bit. After watching the dancers and scanning the surrounds, he does not feel threatened for once. Studying the people closer, two of them stand out to me, one male and one female. Realizing that the male seems familiar, Taima stands up and goes towards his table. Mind if I sit here? pulling over a chair and nodding. As the man looks up at him, Taima realizes he does recognize the man. I remember you, we battled the zombies along with those winged people and that other lycan. How are things nowadays? Looking up and realizes the female he saw earlier is coming over, he nods and pulls a chair over for her as well. Looking back at the rest of the people, he relaxes again, hoping nothing of ill comes around.

He smiled as he recognized an old face. "Of Course I don't mind, anyone i have battle along side is more then welcome to sit at my table." He then realized he had pull over another chair and turn his head in the direction the male Lycan was now looking and he saw a female heading towards the table.

He looks back at the Lycan and says "Though we have fought next to eachother, I still don't know your name Lycan." He smiled and awaited for a response or for the female to say something.

She slowly approaches the table where she sees the two men talking, and lithely sits herself upon the chair one of them has seen fit to pull out for her.

Waiting for a pause in the conversation, Kowe idly peruses the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary.

Kyrus sat at a table alone and looked about him at the Dancers and the other patrons of the Dancer's Nest. As usual he was alone again with only his cat, Samson for company, no one seemed to want to talk with him. He sighed softly and patted Samson who purred contentedly on his lap. He decided to invite someone to sit with him, he saw that a young female Lycan, Kowe was alone and not really being spoken too so he smiled at her and invited her to come sit with him if she so wished. He really was in the mood for some company.