Another day in the Tavern

[Lord Tarran]

Well, my good sir, as I'm sure you realized by now, I'm a werewolf. I am a special sort of werewolf though, called Veran. I come from a world very different than this, were are lycanthropic wolves are good, but somewhat unnoticed by the general populace. We guard our world, as brotherhoods of druids and such, from the evil supernatural. Recently, I brought a new werewolf, my pack daughter as we call them, into being. She now guards the village I had guarded for so long. Now I adventure, and during my travels I cam here, to find Elona. After a short discovery on some of the events of her life I agreed to be her guardian. I now guard her with my life. Not a bad deal for me. I get improved powers compared to one without a charge. I get her friendship.

He glances at Elona before back to the man.

So whats up? Plus, can you tell me what's going on? I just killed an assaissin, but I'd like to know whats going on.

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

Brenan looks to Elona and frowns, "Should I tell him?"

Elona nods her head.

Brenan looks to Terran, "These people are out to take over the palace and our communications are running short and we cannot be seen. Obviously I had been seen and followed here, how I don't know, but that doesn't matter now. Our kingdom is under grave threats of a fortnight ago. Elona wished to leave knowing how many didn't support her decision to do so. We fear she will find many foes out there chasing her and perhaps kidnaping her to use her for reward money. Her father worries night and day and makes contact in here..." Brenan puts his finger gently on Elona's forehead. "They keep their tongue of their native birth, though everyone knows what Elona is. A halfbreed of types really." He smiles to her.

Elona frowned obviously not pleased at being called that.

 

[Lord Tarran]

Tarran glances at her, seeing the look. He sighes, just shaking his head, with a smile.

Half-breeds aren't a bad thing, Elona. Look at me, I'm techinically half wolf, and I turned out okay. Seth, he's part undead, he's okay. Xavim............... well you, Seth and I turned out okay.

{OOC:Xavim, I'm sorry if this hurts your feelings, but it was there.}

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

Elona winks to Tarran, her next move was so quick it would be hard to follow as she appears as a blur.

When she does appear as moving normally, she is standing in front of Brenan, his arm wrapped around her neck, and the hand that held her crystal sword she had a second ago pulled it out he holds that arm behind his back.

He looks to Tarran then lowers his eyes to look at Elon, "Now, now Princess Elona, you should know better than that..."

Elona rolls her eyes and smirks.

 

[Lord Tarran]

The werewolf looks confused, but as he begins to transform, he knows what must be done. In the split second in which he needs to decide or not to pounce, he asks:

Well?

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

Elona smiles to Tarran, "It's alright, Brenan and I play like this all the time. He's almost like a big brother to me. However, I am curious Tarran... how would you have prevented this? I used my increase speed, which many find hard to follow, would you be able to in order to get me out?"

Brenan continues to hold her like that while looking to Tarran with amusement and curiousity.

 

[Lord Tarran]

You are lucky I was relaxed, Brenan. If I had been on edge, your head would have been snapped off like the assassin, or your ribs broken by a headbutt, or just thrown out the window by me.
I would prevented it the same way I prevented the assassin. Once in trouble however, I would change to fast wolf, and break his leg. Once he was downed to a knee, I would have broken his neck, or bit him to death of bleeding. When I'm not expecting trouble, I get relaxed. You are really lucky nothing in me said you were bad Brenan, or you would dead right now. But you are hiding something. Mind telling us what.

Tarran says as he transformed out of wolf. He remains on edge though, using his senses to check the emotions of all just in case.

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

The emotions of Elona are a bit nervous and playful though those of Brenan are defense and protection.

Brenan looks to Tarran and frowns, "I have nothing to hide... why do you think otherwise." His hands on Elona slowly let go, almost seems as though he was almost willing to keep her like she was.

Elona steps forward as Brenan let go and she stood close to Tarran looking at Brenan. Her crystal sword disappeared and then she crossed her arms in front of her.

 

[Lord Tarran]

Tarran tries to hide a smile, as he points from Brenan and Elona

You, and you. He chuckles. I don't suppose your father knows, does he? Chuckles again, sitting back down in the chair. You could have told me, Elona. You could have said "Hey, Tarran, my friend is coming over." He almost dies chuckling.

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She looks to Tarran, "I didn't know he was sending Brenan over or else I would have said that. However, he did bring me a few things I asked father for."

She holds her hand out to him and he places three pouches in her hand, two velvet and one leather.