[img]https://i.imgur.com/q9Hq2SQ.png[/img] [color=gray] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/mApeJL0.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/rUzyFdp.png[/img] [color=ee82ed]Race:[/color] Silver-Wolf Shifter [color=ee82ed]Class:[/color] Arcane Mystic [color=ee82ed]Location:[/color] Bar [color=ee82ed]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Phia, Korrak Mentions: [@papaoso]Bastion, Talis, [@Tae] Meiyu, Gears, [@Apex Sunburn] Scratch/Vallena, [@Funnyguy] Wendel (Miris) [color=ee82ed]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Equipment List] 🐾 Special Magic Item: A magically enchanted Haori garb of snow🐾white fabric made of a mix of various creature materials and what few rare magic crystals scrounged. It enables the haori’s internal temperature to be adjusted to keep the user at the optimal temperature within feasible degree and minor elemental resistance of the basic 4 elements imbued. 🐾Oruna tribal moon bracelet: a charm bracelet made in pairs sharing a deep bond. Those of the tribe share them with a close friend, cherished family member, or lifemate that holds a fanged tooth, one for each of those most trusted and loved. 🐾Small pouch holding emergency dried meat and any fresh fruit picked 🐾Small pouch of freshwater 🐾Sewing kit 🐾Small tool kit 🐾Small gold pouch (16) 🐾A partially started personal journal 🐾A personal dear drawing hidden on his person[/hider] [color=ee82ed]Attire:[/color] [color=ee82ed]Gold Balance:[/color]16 [color=ee82ed]Injuries:[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/q9Hq2SQ.png[/img][/center] [color=#f7976a]"Thank you,"[/color] she whispered softly, clutching the marble protectively. [color=#f7976a]"It's beautiful."[/color] Then the girl scampered off to return the marble to the girl he had pointed out. The wolf remained knelt with a solemn calmness as he gave a soft acknowledging nod of his head. A slight smile twitched his lips watching the young child scamper off towards the bar. [color=#db7b38]"You think your pathetic snarling frightens me?"[/color] he spat, voice dripping with venom. [color=#db7b38]"Keep your self-righteous preaching. You’re nothing but a stray animal who forgot his place." [/color] The dragonborn venomous words dripping with unashamed and undeserved superiority drew Menzai to casually glide his way to stand upright where he merely glowered back up at him with fiercely rippling dark eyes burning with restrained crimson disdain. A slight tensing fluff of white ears, nostrils flaring at the lizard’s foul breath befouling the air with biting insults flung shamelessly by that rotten tongue diseased in cruel temper and close-minded bigotry. Every poisoned word spat like wicked fire fueling the wolf’s predatory urge to bite the rancid muscle straight from his maw and then force him to eat his hateful tongue. Then the racist drake had unjustly directed their detestable attitude towards the dwarf, Wendel for merely making some minor slight comment. The trembling in his body refused to stop as his rankling rage in a constant flux of holding his bestial hunger to silence this hateful beast. He stepped forward slightly, looming threateningly, anger sparking dangerously in his eyes. [color=#db7b38]"Perhaps you’d like to share the Tiefling’s humiliation, tiny filth." [/color] The soft crunch of a single footstep pulled Menzai to glare back at the Dragonborn with a snarling intensity, his body pulsing with a growing need to sink his fangs into his throat till it crunched wickedly with a satisfying gurgling snap. *[color=ed1c24] Kill….rip…tear![/color]* A snarling rasped in his head as blood crept from the corners of his eyes.* [color=ed1c24]Make him scream! Rip his putrid tongue out![/color]* A Twitching compulsion of hidden claws held down as if by invisible restraints that clacked from the pounding in his chest thrashing to let loose a predatory fury normally kept at bay, but the constant flurry of new sights and scents was proving more challenging than the snow wolf could prepare for. No longer catching what the babbling lizard said for they would only serve to anger him more. The knowledge of this dragonborn being a father and where they currently well helped Menzai wrestle back the dark desires yet with every exhale of the man’s repugnant odor that nearly left his sensitive nose missing the cheese gnome. [color=#f97fca]"Everyone!" [/color]she declared firmly, raising her chin with purpose. [color=#f97fca]”I have decided something important. It is unacceptable that someone dares disrespect a goddess of the night sky in our presence! Such rudeness must be corrected swiftly, or surely, fate will grow cross with us all." [/color] Phia’s sudden unexpected voice broke through then as she declared such disrespect towards the night sky goddess not be tolerated. Like a crashing wave of comforting light, the bloody urge was drowned allowing the snow wolf to regain his composure. Closing his eyes to block out the overwhelming stimulations where he took a few slow steadying breaths. His ears flicked to the elven maiden gentle marching footsteps that caused his soothing body to tense once, now replaced with worry upon sensing the growling jungle elf before she approached, giving the Dragonborn her own way of stern talking too. [color=#f97fca]"You,"[/color] she growled fiercely, eyes blazing, [color=#f97fca]"have insulted a goddess who walks among us. Do you understand what that means? Disrespect to her is disrespect to the very stars, the spirits, and every ancestor who came before you." [/color] He observed with a mixture of concern and immense pride to see sweet Phia boastfully reprimand a dragon with her own personal form of Oruna fire. Seeing her act so bravely and caring for strangers did much to help get his mind back in order; a hint of shame in his eyes for coming so close to losing control, when they’ve only just set off. A dismissing shake of the head shrugging off the thoughts and doubts.*[b][color=ee82ed] Enough! I am not here to draw needless attention or waste my claws on any ignorant fool simply over a devil forked tongue.[/color][/b]* Menzai gave a reaffirming inhale in reminder then exhaled the pointless rage from his still flared nostrils for Phia’s grand reprimanding had led to her practically challenging the dangerous drake. The blossoms on her staff glowed vibrantly, reflecting her simmering anger.[color=#f97fca] "Choose carefully," [/color]she warned, her eyes locked unflinchingly onto his, [color=#f97fca]"For your next action decides your fate."[/color] She had issued the challenge before he could interject, his unstable body left him momentarily hesitating in this lapse of confusion, but the glow of the staff gave him the bit of jolt needed to get his mind collected and prompted him into a readying posture, a wolf ready to pounce if a battle were to break out. Any words at this point may serve to ruin all of Phia’s efforts and stand as her silent protector behind his elven charge. [color=#db7b38]"Enough!" [/color]Korrak snarled bitterly, his voice dripping with venom. He pointed a sharp claw accusingly. [color=#db7b38]"I won't waste any more breath on fools like you. But mark my words—I'll remember this insult. The day will come when you'll regret embarrassing me."[/color] Even as the Dragonborn shouted this business finished having endured enough of the accusing stares and unexpected reckless challenge from the jungle duo and began departing, he did not relax his posture. Watching as the daughter ran over to join him, giving a glint of a blue marble had his harsh face soften with a bittersweet pity.*[b][color=ee82ed] Carry it well, young princess. May it protect that kind curiosity from the vile serpent’s views.[/color][/b]* A forlorn sigh, taking in the shape of Korrak’s shrinking back taking this last fleeting look to memorize as much details as possible. *[b][color=ee82ed] These claws are not meant for such ilk like you…but a lesson will be taught.[/color][/b]* Eyes glowering an self-made target on their back.*[color=ed1c24] You will learn to mind your tongue...[/color]* A lapsed bloody snarl of the eyes before turning away with a closing of the eyes and a settling shake of the head as that must be put aside for now. A tired sigh left his lips while turning to Phia with a relieved heart that nothing more came of this exchange.” [color=ee82ed]That was very brave, Sweet Phia. Perhaps a tad too…grandiose in approach and I must remind you that we are not here to start fights.[/color]” A pained biting tsk of his own tongue knowingly when he had been the one to rush first.” [color=ee82ed]Your intervention had been most timely, however, though, for future sake, we need to be careful and cautious when it comes to declaring such challenge.[/color]” A gentle comforting squeeze to Phia’s shoulder not wanting this to appear as if reprimanding. “[color=ee82ed] We will need to discuss what our plans going forward will be soon. But for now, there is an extra meaty dish waiting.[/color]” Turning his gaze back to the bar briefly catching Arya talking with the dwarven Wendel who now had the Snake beauty joined in a chat.”[color=ee82ed] Let us return, all this…distasteful talk has left the stomach unsettled. And it seems our new tiefling friend has become more open to chatting.[/color]” An appreciative nod of thanks as he motioned towards the bar and then started back towards the bar. A brief pause as he took in the number of new individuals with Bastion having rejoined at the bar while holding a small adult female drinking water, their constitution demonstrated signs of dehydration, another sign of the warforged kindness. Then there was the male dark elf whose garb and scents told of a doctor or physician and a human child seemingly asking questions of Lady Gears. Halting as he took in the crowded bar, his body still reeling from the intense overexcitement he had been pushed to endure just now. A pounding ache in his head took his sore chest place as he strode quietly back to his seat and settled back down. Menzai sat gazing down at the mule tea prepared with a perfect coloring blend and the small whisps of steam indicating it had not cooled off too much. A thankful flick of the ears as he gingerly grabbed the teacup’s handle, the faint rustling of the sleeved arm; moved with a graceful, careful ease to avoid spilling. A gentle raise to hover it just beneath his nose where he took a slow, drawled-out sniff of its strong calming aroma and with it was hit with a flush of numbing relaxation, a telling sign of the tea’s handling. A testament to Madam Gears' skilled robotic hands. There was much he needed to do and think about, but the snow wolf only sought to get things properly in order first and quietly enjoyed sipping his tea letting its magical liquid soothe his riled heart. [/color]