Post by Deilakrion on Aug 2, 2008 23:10:07 GMT -5
Scrubbed, rested and stone cold: Deilakrion descended from the Dens above in a cloud of hazy smoke. She seemed to be collected, golden-grey eyes calm if not serene. The Hanging Corpse was nearly empty below her, and it was with gratitude that she slipped over to the bar for a quiet word with Steadman. The man regarded her with suspicion, but he disappeared into the back room regardless, and so Deilakrion was left standing, eyes drifting to the windows to stare thoughtfully outside.
Sophie walks over to the other elf and bows her head respectfully before Deilakrion, again she has no concious memory that she is addressing the Alpha female of her wolf pack, but she does feel a strong urge to treat this strange wild woman with respect and deference. "Please Maam may I speak with you" she asks, "I wish to ask your advice on a grave matter."
From the stairwell leading up slinks the ocelot - yes, she's once again an ocelot, like nearly always - and quite drowzily, at that. Her gaze is lazy as it moves across the tavern's nearly barren expanse, her nose lifting to sniff at the air and take in the familiar scents from the night before. Over to the pair of elves she pads, rubbing her too-large-for-a-flippin'-housecat body against first Sophie's leg, then Deilakrion's, a purr rumbling from the hunting cat's chest.
Deilakrion lashed out almost absentmindedly at the ocelot, even as she looked at Sophie. Her foot aimed quite dextrously at the small cat's ribcage, and a brief darkening of her eyes proclaimed her annoyance at the cat's presumption. There may have been words spoken, but Steadman ducked back into the room with a wide platter of meats. Deilakrion flicked him some coin -- and when had she picked up the habit of carrying coin? -- and carelessly flipped some meat to the small cat even as she took a hefty bite out of a piece herself. "Timid hunter." She began, eyes softening as she looked at Sophie. "This is a sanctuary. Relax. The timid hunter is safe here." She might have touched Sophie then, but instead she picked up the platter of meat and carried it to a table, sitting down. "Speak. You--" and here she looked at Steadman, "Get drinks."
Sophie reaches down to stroke the soft furred and purring if overlarge cat.Then as Deilakrion aims a kick at the cat she seems about to speak, almost about to crisitise, but stops and keeps silent knowing it is not her place to comment.(She is puzzled that she feels such deference for the strange wild elf, but the instinct is there and strong too) She then turns her head as the door at the head of the stairs opens, it is Ozuma, the soilder is past the prime of life and his muscles are obviously aching following yesterday's battle. Sophie is torn between the desire to run and help her friend down the stairs and the almost certain knowledge that he will be too proud to accept and such assistance. Instead she orders him some strong dwarvern ale at the bar, knowing it will help his aching muscles feel better. She also orders some (weaker) ale for herself, a bowl of milk for the ocelot, and a cup of water for Deilakrion.
Ashlynn finds herself petted, kicked, lifted off the ground by the kick, and hissing all in short order, a glare cast Deilakrion's way. And oh, if looks could speak. Likely, this one would say "Well nyeh to you, too." Silly ocelot. At any rate, she makes her way over to the meat provided by the cat-kicking elf, already tearing chunks from it to swallow whole.
Deilakrion muttered something about cats when Steadman returned, balancing pitcher and cups with ease. He approached the table, staring at the drinks that already graced its surface, and stared pointedly at Deilakrion. He radiated disapproval. Deilakrion shrugged and pointed to the bar a short distance away. "Put them there." She sipped at her water, and to his credit Steadman didn't outright curse at her. So Deilakrion studied Sophie, noting her demeanor and carriage. "You should not look so run down, timid one. Speak to me." She said, her tone chiding.
Sophie looks up as Deilakrion requests and begins her tale "I have of late found myself to be blacking out and there ate many reliable witnesses that tell me that I have done awful things during these times I cannot remember.I fear that I am not in my right mind.a few days ago I am told I savagely beat my dear friend Ashryn. I have seen his injuries they are horrendous, I must have caused him agony, and I just thank the gods that I did not kill him.As I say, I have no memory of the event, but many in whom I trust have told me it is so!" Tears begin to run down Sophie's cheeks. " I love Ashryn like a brother and he has more than once saved my life, I do not know how I could have done such a thing."
Ashlynn just continues on with her eating. She's been eating like a queen around this place late, after all, and she doesn't feel like jeapordizing her stomach's fullness for the sake of hearing a tale she already heard the likes of before the day before. But still, she can't help but hear some of it. And so, scooting her meat over to near Sophie, she plops herself down against her foot and ankle in an attempt to give some sense of comfort while she feasts.
Isen steps slowly down the stares, a tattooed fist rubbing groggily at his eyes. From his ruffled appearance, along with a few telltale scratches and other markings, it could possibly be construed that he had been spending some off-the-clock quality time with Diamanda. He scratches idly at his bare stomach as he settles into an empty chair.
Deilakrion let quiet permeate the tavern as she considered Sophie's plight. She knew fairly little of lycans, but she knew wolves. Having spent so much time in the wilderness with predators and prey alike, she could figure out fairly easily that Sophie was going rogue. And that wouldn't do at all. "The timid hunter has lost her wolf." She said. She almost chastised Sophie for her lack of control, but such a thing was fleshy. It had no place in the creature's world. She leaned back in her chair, tearing off a hunk of meat to chew upon it. The candlelight from above glinted off of her myriad scars, and she stretched her legs out under the table. "Do you even know your wolf, timid hunter?"
Sophie strokes the purring cat, covering her foot like a huge floppy slipper.Ozuma also comes to stand beside Sophie and lays a hand gently on her arm, obviously trying to offer comfort too. " Do not distress yourself, lass," he says calmly. Sophie considers Deilakrion's question about whether she knows her wolf. "I have only a few vague dreamlike memories of what happens when I am a wolf, Ma'am," she replies "but from what I am told I do not believe the wolf has commited any crimes. It seems to be when I lose control of myself when in elf form that I become a danger to others. That is why Ozuma has kindly agreed to accompany me, to prevent me from harming anyone."
Ashlynn halts in her feasting to look up at the distressed woman, nuzzling her head against the woman's wrist that so happens to be attached to the petting hand. Still, she won't change back to elven form to give any of her own two cents. She already did yesterday, and it seems Deila's words are rather akin to her own advice.
Isen glaces over at the women and the ocelot, raising an eyebrow in mild curiosity. He looks over at them, though he is content to remain silent for the moment, merely watching and listening.
Deilakrion flipped a hand at Isen in silent greeting and changed tactics. "You are pack, timid hunter. It is past time you knew your wolf."
Sophie turns towards Isen, and for the second time today, feels an unaccountable urge that she must treat this person with respect and deference, much the same feeling she had felt towards Deilakrion ( he is of course the Alpha male but her conscious elf mind does not know this) She bows her head meekly before him, then when he does not speak, she turns back to Deilakrion " How may I come to know my wolf?" she asks.
Eilyo gracefully saunters into the tavern, pausing just inside the door to peer around. A polite smile graces her full, ruby red lips as her light moss eyes fall upon those present. Her silent, graceful steps carry her slender form over to the bar, the woman speaking loud enough to be heard. "Can I get anyone anything?"
Ashlynn looks from Sophie to the naked elf, cocking her head to the side as Sophie's question is posed. Just how is Deilakrion going to answer, she can't help but wonder, even as her purring takes on a bit of a chuckling nature. This conversation is getting interesting.
Isen gives Eilyo a look of what can only be described as disdain, and blatantly ignores her for the time being. He ackowledges Deilakrion and Sophie, sliding his chair over near them. He does seem more comfortable with them; perhaps it is because they are pack. "Greetings," he rasps.
Deilakrion smiled at Isen even as she nodded acknowledgement to Eilyo. Then she was leaning over the table, her chair scraping as she put her palms flat on the surface. "Stop denying her, timid hunter. Accept her. She is not your enemy. You will drive yourself crazy trying to keep yourself separate." Her stare locked onto Sophie, full of pregnant demands.
Sophie seems to sense that Deilakrion wishes her to become a wolf, and as she understands that, she indeeds begins to become one. She cries out in pain as the change to her wolf form begins, but this time, she does not fall to the floor with the shock of it, it seems that as time goes on her transformations are becoming less painful. She does begin howling with pain, though as ther process continues and sinks to all fours, as her new body is not suitable, for standing upright. The wolf stops howling, and looks curiously about her
Ashlynn suddenly finds herself with the lack of a person in her close proximity, with a wolf standing there instead. Self-preservation kicks in on overdrive, and the leopoard-like cat darts from the table she has been sharing with the small group. In fact, she's soon earning the glaring gaze of Steadmen, with with warily sitting her feline arse on the bartop.
Deilakrion didn't acknowledge Ashlynn's dive, even though she was peripherally aware of the cat. Instead she was doing her own dive across the table, putting her hands on either side of the wolf's head in a display of protective dominance. "Does the timid hunter know this creature?" Her lips were pulled to the side in an effort of concentration, as she brought all of her awareness to bear upon the wolf. She sought to break the barrier between elf and wolf; to heal Sophie of the malady that so drained her.
Sophie glances at the fleeing oclelet as if to say "Silly creature, I was not about to harm you!" Then her head is grabbed firmly by the strange elf, for a moment, Sophie cannot work out who she is then she realises why the scent is so familar to her, it is the Alpha Female of her pack! She would sink to the floor in a sign of submission but cannot do so as her head is tightly grasped. Instead she drops her shoulders and flatters her ears, to try and convey the message, but at the same time her tail is wagging, she is pleased to see Deilakrion once more!
Ashlynn watches the scene, mostly oblivious to Steadmen's furious stare...or, perhaps, amused by it, who can tell? But regardless, she's intrigued by the going-ons between elf and wolf, her head cocked in that feline display of curiosity.
Isen leans forward a bit, quite interested in this particular turn of events. A feral light glimmers in those lupine eyes, and his muscles tense visibly, as though he is fighting the urge to complete his own transformation. The black thorn tattoo on his shoulder sends pulses of pain through his body, Maladroit's Chaotic magic only sated when the male lycan is in his wild form. Still, though, he holds off for a while, watching his two pack members interact.
Deilakrion examined Sophie with a clinical thoroughness that many a doctor would envy. She was frustrated by the other's problem, and determined to break it. She released the wolf, crouching on the table and balanced. Her brows drew together. Her head snapped around to pinpoint Isen. "Why. Why is she like this?"
Sophie now that she can show proper respect, she does so she sinks down into a submissive position before Deilakrion, then after a minute ortwo, she rises, turns towards Isen and again sinks into a similar postion before the Alpha Male.
Isen 's shoulders rise and fall once, a small smile twisting at his lips. "Many of our kind have this problem. I have seen it, and even experienced it myself. They are afraid, in their weak, two-legger minds, of what they are capable of in their transformed state. This one is most definitely afraid. She must learn to embrace her whole self, else she will likely die." His hand snakes out to scratch Sophie behind the ears, the affectionate esture belying his uncaring tone.
Deilakrion paused, and slipped off the table. Directly across from Isen, she now regarded him suspiciously. "Our kind?" No one had really ever explained to her what a lycan was, and so she had made her own assumptions. She adapted as she ever had, the change being a blessing more than a curse to the tough old biddy. Yet then her gaze turned back to the furry upright ears of Sophie, and she growled frustration. "The timid hunter is pack. She must live."
Sophie gets back to her feet as Isen scratches behhind her eyes, her tale is wagging furiously, she does not seem at all afraid in her wolf form at any rate. She gives the man's hand a friendly lick, she is full of joy that she has found her pack once more. On hearing Deilakrion's growl of frustration, Sophie turns her good eye towards the other female at loks at her quizzically as if to say "What is wrong?" Sophie seems far from timid, now that she is a wolf, and with her pack too!
Eilyo slowly saunters into the tavern, her slender hand interlaced with Vincent's. She moves over to the chair's by the fire, dragging Vincent along before gingerly sitting in one.
Ashlynn drops from the bartop, much to Steadmen's delight, only to pad her way over to Isen - the only of the trio that she hasn't come into any physical contact with. And, though she doesn't even know him, that just won't do. And so, he'd soon find himself with an ocelot, a cat twice the size and weight of an ordinary housecat, laying against, between, and around his feet. Just how she pulls this off? Well, she is a big cat, after all.
Isen nods. "Our kind. Those of us with the ability to change." He frowns, though, obviously not much liking the idea of his pack member dying. "She must live indeed. We must help her. You must help her." He glances down at his feet, and growls slightly, low in his throat. Disentangling himself, he rises, moving to the door. "That cat had best earn its living catching mice, else it will earn its keep as my supper," he rasps, to no one in particular, then exits.
Deilakrion observed both entrance of Eilyo and Vincent, and exit of Isen. She stilled, calming herself, and looked down at Ashlynn. "Ignore the tentative hunter." The cat had proven herself to Deilakrion during the fight the day previous, and Deilakrion wasn't about to let an able fighter be eaten-- even if said fighter had an irritating habit of touch. Then her attention swung back to Sophie, and she frowned. "You and I, timid one, we will find a way for you." She paused, caught her breath, and whooshed out a sigh. "Change back."
Sophie obediently lies down and tries to calm her breathing, knowing that this will hasten her return to her elf state. Sophie lets out a howl/scream of pain as she changes back to an elf. Ozuma, once more covers her changing form with his cloak, knowing his charge would feel embarrament if she were naked in public. He pulls yets another set of fresh, loose cotton cloths from Sophie's pack and hands them to her( Sophie the merchant bought them in bulk!) Then the kind dwarf inicates that she head into the back room and change.
Ashlynn watched the departure of the rather disgruntled lycan, as well, what passes for a sigh escaping her feline mouth. She looks to Deilakrion, quite the incredulous expression in her eyes. But soon those eyes close, and she begins to shift forms, herself. Limbs elongate, her body becomes larger, fur becomes non-existant...and soon there's more than one nude elf in the tavern, though this one does try to cover up in some sort of gesture of modesty. "Ignore him?" she says, incredulously, as she makes her way to the stairs so she can go get dressed. "It'll be hard to ignore a set of wolf's teeth biting at my tail."
Deilakrion snorted a laugh at Ashlynn's words, easily ignoring Sophie's screams. She folded her arms as she once more took her seat, waiting for both overly modest women. One of her feet tapped at the floor in near silence. She never would understand the necessity of clothes, or the pains fleshes took to keep themselves covered.
Sophie thanks Ozuma, and heads into the back room wrapped in his cloak. She returns a few minutes later,having dressed. she has no memory of obeying Deilakrion's command to change form, but she does having a feeling that the feral elf wishes to speaks with her.
Ashlynn returns in her typical leather gear, herself, complete with her whip and sword on either hip. She grumbles to herself as she prods both weapons, plopping down in the seat Isen had occupied not too long ago. "I need better gear, I think. But all good things come with time, I guess."
Vincent puts his arms around Eilyo's waist and locks his hands together.He rests his head on Eilyo's shoulder, "Ok.. good."
Deilakrion sat up as Sophie returned, and ignored Ashlynn for the moment as she pointedly spoke to her pack-mate. "Understand this, timid hunter. You belong to me, and to your pack. You will remember that in time. For now, you will go, and you will think carefully about what you will tell me when you and I next meet. I want you to remember everything you do. You will tell me about it. This creature will see the timid hunter healthy again. Now go, and be at ease. If ever you find yourself in trouble, you have but to find me." She turned her head to level a stare at Ashlynn. "You will stay for the time being, cat."
Sophie walks over to the other elf and bows her head respectfully before Deilakrion, again she has no concious memory that she is addressing the Alpha female of her wolf pack, but she does feel a strong urge to treat this strange wild woman with respect and deference. "Please Maam may I speak with you" she asks, "I wish to ask your advice on a grave matter."
From the stairwell leading up slinks the ocelot - yes, she's once again an ocelot, like nearly always - and quite drowzily, at that. Her gaze is lazy as it moves across the tavern's nearly barren expanse, her nose lifting to sniff at the air and take in the familiar scents from the night before. Over to the pair of elves she pads, rubbing her too-large-for-a-flippin'-housecat body against first Sophie's leg, then Deilakrion's, a purr rumbling from the hunting cat's chest.
Deilakrion lashed out almost absentmindedly at the ocelot, even as she looked at Sophie. Her foot aimed quite dextrously at the small cat's ribcage, and a brief darkening of her eyes proclaimed her annoyance at the cat's presumption. There may have been words spoken, but Steadman ducked back into the room with a wide platter of meats. Deilakrion flicked him some coin -- and when had she picked up the habit of carrying coin? -- and carelessly flipped some meat to the small cat even as she took a hefty bite out of a piece herself. "Timid hunter." She began, eyes softening as she looked at Sophie. "This is a sanctuary. Relax. The timid hunter is safe here." She might have touched Sophie then, but instead she picked up the platter of meat and carried it to a table, sitting down. "Speak. You--" and here she looked at Steadman, "Get drinks."
Sophie reaches down to stroke the soft furred and purring if overlarge cat.Then as Deilakrion aims a kick at the cat she seems about to speak, almost about to crisitise, but stops and keeps silent knowing it is not her place to comment.(She is puzzled that she feels such deference for the strange wild elf, but the instinct is there and strong too) She then turns her head as the door at the head of the stairs opens, it is Ozuma, the soilder is past the prime of life and his muscles are obviously aching following yesterday's battle. Sophie is torn between the desire to run and help her friend down the stairs and the almost certain knowledge that he will be too proud to accept and such assistance. Instead she orders him some strong dwarvern ale at the bar, knowing it will help his aching muscles feel better. She also orders some (weaker) ale for herself, a bowl of milk for the ocelot, and a cup of water for Deilakrion.
Ashlynn finds herself petted, kicked, lifted off the ground by the kick, and hissing all in short order, a glare cast Deilakrion's way. And oh, if looks could speak. Likely, this one would say "Well nyeh to you, too." Silly ocelot. At any rate, she makes her way over to the meat provided by the cat-kicking elf, already tearing chunks from it to swallow whole.
Deilakrion muttered something about cats when Steadman returned, balancing pitcher and cups with ease. He approached the table, staring at the drinks that already graced its surface, and stared pointedly at Deilakrion. He radiated disapproval. Deilakrion shrugged and pointed to the bar a short distance away. "Put them there." She sipped at her water, and to his credit Steadman didn't outright curse at her. So Deilakrion studied Sophie, noting her demeanor and carriage. "You should not look so run down, timid one. Speak to me." She said, her tone chiding.
Sophie looks up as Deilakrion requests and begins her tale "I have of late found myself to be blacking out and there ate many reliable witnesses that tell me that I have done awful things during these times I cannot remember.I fear that I am not in my right mind.a few days ago I am told I savagely beat my dear friend Ashryn. I have seen his injuries they are horrendous, I must have caused him agony, and I just thank the gods that I did not kill him.As I say, I have no memory of the event, but many in whom I trust have told me it is so!" Tears begin to run down Sophie's cheeks. " I love Ashryn like a brother and he has more than once saved my life, I do not know how I could have done such a thing."
Ashlynn just continues on with her eating. She's been eating like a queen around this place late, after all, and she doesn't feel like jeapordizing her stomach's fullness for the sake of hearing a tale she already heard the likes of before the day before. But still, she can't help but hear some of it. And so, scooting her meat over to near Sophie, she plops herself down against her foot and ankle in an attempt to give some sense of comfort while she feasts.
Isen steps slowly down the stares, a tattooed fist rubbing groggily at his eyes. From his ruffled appearance, along with a few telltale scratches and other markings, it could possibly be construed that he had been spending some off-the-clock quality time with Diamanda. He scratches idly at his bare stomach as he settles into an empty chair.
Deilakrion let quiet permeate the tavern as she considered Sophie's plight. She knew fairly little of lycans, but she knew wolves. Having spent so much time in the wilderness with predators and prey alike, she could figure out fairly easily that Sophie was going rogue. And that wouldn't do at all. "The timid hunter has lost her wolf." She said. She almost chastised Sophie for her lack of control, but such a thing was fleshy. It had no place in the creature's world. She leaned back in her chair, tearing off a hunk of meat to chew upon it. The candlelight from above glinted off of her myriad scars, and she stretched her legs out under the table. "Do you even know your wolf, timid hunter?"
Sophie strokes the purring cat, covering her foot like a huge floppy slipper.Ozuma also comes to stand beside Sophie and lays a hand gently on her arm, obviously trying to offer comfort too. " Do not distress yourself, lass," he says calmly. Sophie considers Deilakrion's question about whether she knows her wolf. "I have only a few vague dreamlike memories of what happens when I am a wolf, Ma'am," she replies "but from what I am told I do not believe the wolf has commited any crimes. It seems to be when I lose control of myself when in elf form that I become a danger to others. That is why Ozuma has kindly agreed to accompany me, to prevent me from harming anyone."
Ashlynn halts in her feasting to look up at the distressed woman, nuzzling her head against the woman's wrist that so happens to be attached to the petting hand. Still, she won't change back to elven form to give any of her own two cents. She already did yesterday, and it seems Deila's words are rather akin to her own advice.
Isen glaces over at the women and the ocelot, raising an eyebrow in mild curiosity. He looks over at them, though he is content to remain silent for the moment, merely watching and listening.
Deilakrion flipped a hand at Isen in silent greeting and changed tactics. "You are pack, timid hunter. It is past time you knew your wolf."
Sophie turns towards Isen, and for the second time today, feels an unaccountable urge that she must treat this person with respect and deference, much the same feeling she had felt towards Deilakrion ( he is of course the Alpha male but her conscious elf mind does not know this) She bows her head meekly before him, then when he does not speak, she turns back to Deilakrion " How may I come to know my wolf?" she asks.
Eilyo gracefully saunters into the tavern, pausing just inside the door to peer around. A polite smile graces her full, ruby red lips as her light moss eyes fall upon those present. Her silent, graceful steps carry her slender form over to the bar, the woman speaking loud enough to be heard. "Can I get anyone anything?"
Ashlynn looks from Sophie to the naked elf, cocking her head to the side as Sophie's question is posed. Just how is Deilakrion going to answer, she can't help but wonder, even as her purring takes on a bit of a chuckling nature. This conversation is getting interesting.
Isen gives Eilyo a look of what can only be described as disdain, and blatantly ignores her for the time being. He ackowledges Deilakrion and Sophie, sliding his chair over near them. He does seem more comfortable with them; perhaps it is because they are pack. "Greetings," he rasps.
Deilakrion smiled at Isen even as she nodded acknowledgement to Eilyo. Then she was leaning over the table, her chair scraping as she put her palms flat on the surface. "Stop denying her, timid hunter. Accept her. She is not your enemy. You will drive yourself crazy trying to keep yourself separate." Her stare locked onto Sophie, full of pregnant demands.
Sophie seems to sense that Deilakrion wishes her to become a wolf, and as she understands that, she indeeds begins to become one. She cries out in pain as the change to her wolf form begins, but this time, she does not fall to the floor with the shock of it, it seems that as time goes on her transformations are becoming less painful. She does begin howling with pain, though as ther process continues and sinks to all fours, as her new body is not suitable, for standing upright. The wolf stops howling, and looks curiously about her
Ashlynn suddenly finds herself with the lack of a person in her close proximity, with a wolf standing there instead. Self-preservation kicks in on overdrive, and the leopoard-like cat darts from the table she has been sharing with the small group. In fact, she's soon earning the glaring gaze of Steadmen, with with warily sitting her feline arse on the bartop.
Deilakrion didn't acknowledge Ashlynn's dive, even though she was peripherally aware of the cat. Instead she was doing her own dive across the table, putting her hands on either side of the wolf's head in a display of protective dominance. "Does the timid hunter know this creature?" Her lips were pulled to the side in an effort of concentration, as she brought all of her awareness to bear upon the wolf. She sought to break the barrier between elf and wolf; to heal Sophie of the malady that so drained her.
Sophie glances at the fleeing oclelet as if to say "Silly creature, I was not about to harm you!" Then her head is grabbed firmly by the strange elf, for a moment, Sophie cannot work out who she is then she realises why the scent is so familar to her, it is the Alpha Female of her pack! She would sink to the floor in a sign of submission but cannot do so as her head is tightly grasped. Instead she drops her shoulders and flatters her ears, to try and convey the message, but at the same time her tail is wagging, she is pleased to see Deilakrion once more!
Ashlynn watches the scene, mostly oblivious to Steadmen's furious stare...or, perhaps, amused by it, who can tell? But regardless, she's intrigued by the going-ons between elf and wolf, her head cocked in that feline display of curiosity.
Isen leans forward a bit, quite interested in this particular turn of events. A feral light glimmers in those lupine eyes, and his muscles tense visibly, as though he is fighting the urge to complete his own transformation. The black thorn tattoo on his shoulder sends pulses of pain through his body, Maladroit's Chaotic magic only sated when the male lycan is in his wild form. Still, though, he holds off for a while, watching his two pack members interact.
Deilakrion examined Sophie with a clinical thoroughness that many a doctor would envy. She was frustrated by the other's problem, and determined to break it. She released the wolf, crouching on the table and balanced. Her brows drew together. Her head snapped around to pinpoint Isen. "Why. Why is she like this?"
Sophie now that she can show proper respect, she does so she sinks down into a submissive position before Deilakrion, then after a minute ortwo, she rises, turns towards Isen and again sinks into a similar postion before the Alpha Male.
Isen 's shoulders rise and fall once, a small smile twisting at his lips. "Many of our kind have this problem. I have seen it, and even experienced it myself. They are afraid, in their weak, two-legger minds, of what they are capable of in their transformed state. This one is most definitely afraid. She must learn to embrace her whole self, else she will likely die." His hand snakes out to scratch Sophie behind the ears, the affectionate esture belying his uncaring tone.
Deilakrion paused, and slipped off the table. Directly across from Isen, she now regarded him suspiciously. "Our kind?" No one had really ever explained to her what a lycan was, and so she had made her own assumptions. She adapted as she ever had, the change being a blessing more than a curse to the tough old biddy. Yet then her gaze turned back to the furry upright ears of Sophie, and she growled frustration. "The timid hunter is pack. She must live."
Sophie gets back to her feet as Isen scratches behhind her eyes, her tale is wagging furiously, she does not seem at all afraid in her wolf form at any rate. She gives the man's hand a friendly lick, she is full of joy that she has found her pack once more. On hearing Deilakrion's growl of frustration, Sophie turns her good eye towards the other female at loks at her quizzically as if to say "What is wrong?" Sophie seems far from timid, now that she is a wolf, and with her pack too!
Eilyo slowly saunters into the tavern, her slender hand interlaced with Vincent's. She moves over to the chair's by the fire, dragging Vincent along before gingerly sitting in one.
Ashlynn drops from the bartop, much to Steadmen's delight, only to pad her way over to Isen - the only of the trio that she hasn't come into any physical contact with. And, though she doesn't even know him, that just won't do. And so, he'd soon find himself with an ocelot, a cat twice the size and weight of an ordinary housecat, laying against, between, and around his feet. Just how she pulls this off? Well, she is a big cat, after all.
Isen nods. "Our kind. Those of us with the ability to change." He frowns, though, obviously not much liking the idea of his pack member dying. "She must live indeed. We must help her. You must help her." He glances down at his feet, and growls slightly, low in his throat. Disentangling himself, he rises, moving to the door. "That cat had best earn its living catching mice, else it will earn its keep as my supper," he rasps, to no one in particular, then exits.
Deilakrion observed both entrance of Eilyo and Vincent, and exit of Isen. She stilled, calming herself, and looked down at Ashlynn. "Ignore the tentative hunter." The cat had proven herself to Deilakrion during the fight the day previous, and Deilakrion wasn't about to let an able fighter be eaten-- even if said fighter had an irritating habit of touch. Then her attention swung back to Sophie, and she frowned. "You and I, timid one, we will find a way for you." She paused, caught her breath, and whooshed out a sigh. "Change back."
Sophie obediently lies down and tries to calm her breathing, knowing that this will hasten her return to her elf state. Sophie lets out a howl/scream of pain as she changes back to an elf. Ozuma, once more covers her changing form with his cloak, knowing his charge would feel embarrament if she were naked in public. He pulls yets another set of fresh, loose cotton cloths from Sophie's pack and hands them to her( Sophie the merchant bought them in bulk!) Then the kind dwarf inicates that she head into the back room and change.
Ashlynn watched the departure of the rather disgruntled lycan, as well, what passes for a sigh escaping her feline mouth. She looks to Deilakrion, quite the incredulous expression in her eyes. But soon those eyes close, and she begins to shift forms, herself. Limbs elongate, her body becomes larger, fur becomes non-existant...and soon there's more than one nude elf in the tavern, though this one does try to cover up in some sort of gesture of modesty. "Ignore him?" she says, incredulously, as she makes her way to the stairs so she can go get dressed. "It'll be hard to ignore a set of wolf's teeth biting at my tail."
Deilakrion snorted a laugh at Ashlynn's words, easily ignoring Sophie's screams. She folded her arms as she once more took her seat, waiting for both overly modest women. One of her feet tapped at the floor in near silence. She never would understand the necessity of clothes, or the pains fleshes took to keep themselves covered.
Sophie thanks Ozuma, and heads into the back room wrapped in his cloak. She returns a few minutes later,having dressed. she has no memory of obeying Deilakrion's command to change form, but she does having a feeling that the feral elf wishes to speaks with her.
Ashlynn returns in her typical leather gear, herself, complete with her whip and sword on either hip. She grumbles to herself as she prods both weapons, plopping down in the seat Isen had occupied not too long ago. "I need better gear, I think. But all good things come with time, I guess."
Vincent puts his arms around Eilyo's waist and locks his hands together.He rests his head on Eilyo's shoulder, "Ok.. good."
Deilakrion sat up as Sophie returned, and ignored Ashlynn for the moment as she pointedly spoke to her pack-mate. "Understand this, timid hunter. You belong to me, and to your pack. You will remember that in time. For now, you will go, and you will think carefully about what you will tell me when you and I next meet. I want you to remember everything you do. You will tell me about it. This creature will see the timid hunter healthy again. Now go, and be at ease. If ever you find yourself in trouble, you have but to find me." She turned her head to level a stare at Ashlynn. "You will stay for the time being, cat."