Phoenix8008
First Post
As a patron of the Hanged Man Inn walks out and the door begins to swing closed, a pair of gray wolves dash through the opening and into the common room. Several people reach for their weapons on instinct, but the wolves don't seem aggressive, They proceed into the room warily, heads turning left and right as if watching for threats. The bigger of the two leads the way between the bar and the tables until the two reach the floor in front of the fireplace. The smaller wolf sits on her haunches while the big one circles once around looking from face to face with his ears cocked to pick up any threatening sound. The big one with darker coloration finally seems satisfied, touching snout to snout with the other and making a small yipping sound. The female lays down on the floor and begins to groom her lighter colored gray fur.
The bartender looks on at this in stunned silence before getting his composure back finally. "Do these animals belong to any of you?" he asks the crowd. "They seems fairly well behaved, and if their owner can vouch for them (and be prepared to pay for any damages caused) then I suppose they can stay." He waits for a moment for an answer, but the crowd is silent and just looking from among each other to see if someone will claim the creatures. When none stake a claim to the wolves, the bartender nods to a table of city watchmen that were here enjoying a meal in the off duty time. One of the men nods back as the four men rise and approach the wolves. Another patron goes to the door and opens it so that the beasts can be shooed out. The men form a 'U' shape around the animals with the open end pointed towards the door and begin making noises to try and shoo the animals onward. The smaller she wolf growls low in her throat as the bigger male rises again to its feet and turns to see all the men surrounding them.
Suddenly, the wolf's skin ripples beneath its fur and its body surges upwards to stand upon its hind legs. The fur and snout shorten while the body extends upwards and clothes, gear, and weapons seem to form out of nothingness around the Longtooth Shifter that now stands before the stunned crowd and city watchmen who take an involuntary step backward in surprise. The shifter wears dirty and patched clothes under his hide armor and bear cloak. A longspear and longbow are held tied across his back along with his pack. His golden eyes scan the room while his wide nose distends as if sampling all the smells in the room at once. His lower fangs stick up beyond his lips and his long fingernails and toenails are sharp and curved as the claws of the wolf which he was but a moment ago. His long, unkempt black hair hangs down to his shoulder blades and around his pointed ears. Turning to the bartender, the shifter speaks in a gravelly, halting voice. "We not 'owned' by anyone. We together here looking for work. This place for that, right?"
The bartender responds to the man with a little more surety of place now that he knew it wasn't just animals he was dealing with. Pointing at a sign near the door, he says "My pardon sir, but it's rules of the establishment that anyone coming in must state their name for the record like the sign says."
"Hmmmm" the man nearly growls with a humming sound deep in his chest. Pointing to himself, the shifter says "Talon." Then he points at the female wolf beside him and says "Dayna." Cocking his head to the side, he seems to be asking the bartender if this is sufficient. The man behind the bar blinks once before nodding in resignation. "I suppose that'll do. Back off boys. Sorry to bother you Mr. Talon, but please make sure to keep Ms. Dayna under control...unless she is a shapeshifter as well??" the man asks uncomfortably, not wanting to assume anything further.
Talon shakes his head in answer to the bartender as he approaches the bar. "Bowl of water?" he asks the bartender. After receiving it, he carries it back to the floor near the fireplace. Shifting form back to the form of a wolf, Talon joins Dayna in getting a drink from the bowl of water.
The bartender looks on at this in stunned silence before getting his composure back finally. "Do these animals belong to any of you?" he asks the crowd. "They seems fairly well behaved, and if their owner can vouch for them (and be prepared to pay for any damages caused) then I suppose they can stay." He waits for a moment for an answer, but the crowd is silent and just looking from among each other to see if someone will claim the creatures. When none stake a claim to the wolves, the bartender nods to a table of city watchmen that were here enjoying a meal in the off duty time. One of the men nods back as the four men rise and approach the wolves. Another patron goes to the door and opens it so that the beasts can be shooed out. The men form a 'U' shape around the animals with the open end pointed towards the door and begin making noises to try and shoo the animals onward. The smaller she wolf growls low in her throat as the bigger male rises again to its feet and turns to see all the men surrounding them.
Suddenly, the wolf's skin ripples beneath its fur and its body surges upwards to stand upon its hind legs. The fur and snout shorten while the body extends upwards and clothes, gear, and weapons seem to form out of nothingness around the Longtooth Shifter that now stands before the stunned crowd and city watchmen who take an involuntary step backward in surprise. The shifter wears dirty and patched clothes under his hide armor and bear cloak. A longspear and longbow are held tied across his back along with his pack. His golden eyes scan the room while his wide nose distends as if sampling all the smells in the room at once. His lower fangs stick up beyond his lips and his long fingernails and toenails are sharp and curved as the claws of the wolf which he was but a moment ago. His long, unkempt black hair hangs down to his shoulder blades and around his pointed ears. Turning to the bartender, the shifter speaks in a gravelly, halting voice. "We not 'owned' by anyone. We together here looking for work. This place for that, right?"
The bartender responds to the man with a little more surety of place now that he knew it wasn't just animals he was dealing with. Pointing at a sign near the door, he says "My pardon sir, but it's rules of the establishment that anyone coming in must state their name for the record like the sign says."
"Hmmmm" the man nearly growls with a humming sound deep in his chest. Pointing to himself, the shifter says "Talon." Then he points at the female wolf beside him and says "Dayna." Cocking his head to the side, he seems to be asking the bartender if this is sufficient. The man behind the bar blinks once before nodding in resignation. "I suppose that'll do. Back off boys. Sorry to bother you Mr. Talon, but please make sure to keep Ms. Dayna under control...unless she is a shapeshifter as well??" the man asks uncomfortably, not wanting to assume anything further.
Talon shakes his head in answer to the bartender as he approaches the bar. "Bowl of water?" he asks the bartender. After receiving it, he carries it back to the floor near the fireplace. Shifting form back to the form of a wolf, Talon joins Dayna in getting a drink from the bowl of water.
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