

Race: Silver-Wolf Shifter
Class: Arcane Mystic
Location: Bar
Interactions: @potter Arya @princess, Gears
Mentions: @papaosoBastion, @Tracxyx Bobi , @funnyguyWendel(Miris)
Equipment:
Attire:
Gold Balance:13
Injuries:

The snow-haori-garbed wolf sat in his seat feeling trapped within currents of scents and activities occurring all about like a swirling cocoon of near-overwhelming sensations. Every creaking step, the sounds of muttering voices crashing like an endless onslaught of thunderous light. His body faintly trembled in trepidation and bubbling curiosity overboiling within like lava in his veins.
The golden bronzed automaton beauty only added to the influx of inquiries; dark blue eyes crashed like waves spilling over the intricate metal craft, the finely shaped metal made in a feminine figure. How every robotic stiff movement shifted with a strange hypnotic grace with a clear aquamarine heart glowing with syrupy sweet life with a hint of metallic spice.
âYou two from a traveling circus, orrr...?â
The peculiar question left Menzai momentarily paused, his cloudy ears perked up with intrigue; mind briefly recalling the mythical jungle and the countless various oddities and unknowns..and the dinosaurs. (claws twitched to an exciting prey missed)â
A gentle turn to glimpse Phia whispering to the coin he left as payment; a flick of the left ear briefly catching snippets of her thanking the gold metal lump as if to comfort it to know its value appreciated. Menzai could feel the intensely bright calming presence emanating in her every touch holding only kindness. The way she tensed excitedly and called his name in recognition soothed his electrically charged body and did much to soften the ache to hunt with questions.
â Hm, a jungle circle comes to mind. And perhaps an activity to seek out when the opportunity arises, how does that sound, sweet Phia?â The wolf suggests cooly, his face maintaining its neutral expression, a slight crooked amused smile at the elven maiden cute pouty antics towards having the dreaded veggies mixed in.
âAlright then. This I can work with,â she said, sweeping it up. âOne order of meatsâextra vegetables for balanceâand somethinâ strong for the chest, mmkay. Got just the thing steepinâ. Hope you like tea that kicks like a mule. Itâll calm ya for sureâŚjust not right away.â
A perked raise of the fluffed ears and brow at the offered suggestion, a slight crinkle at the mention of mule (muddy bland meat), and gave a soft, precise tap of a snow glinting claw careful not to tarnish the lovely mechafemoidâs counter.â That sounds most refreshing and palatable, and vegetables under the meat, an extra topping of meat if possible.â An appreciative head bow.
Intending to say more till he noticed his elven charge overzealous chugging of her hot drink elicited a small sigh while quietly swiping tissue from a nearby dispenser, where he gingerly wiped any wet residue from her burned lips.â Sweet Phia, please, must I remind you we are not with the tribe? And it seems you have forgotten that meat does not grow either.â A disappointing tsk.â Apologies miss, a glass of milk may be needed as-â
âHello, barkeep. I am lucky- no, I am happy to say I have met two Warforged today. My name's Wendel and this fellow here is Bastion,â
The aged dwarf from before spoke up gruffly pushing for the lovely barkeepâs attention cutting him off though unbothered as his eyes had been drawn to the huge mechanical giant( bastion his dwarf companion Wendel bellowed) and was perplexed at the quiet ease Bastion placed his heavy bulk on the chair. A brief queer awe at the level of control as metal parts screeched and steam actuators hissed within; a treasure chest of enigma waiting to be delved into, much like the lovely miss tending the bar.
ââŚYou smell like secrets,â she whispered toward the figure. âAnd maybe⌠smoky berries?â
Only then noticing that Phia had slipped away while distracted mid-cleaning to find her whispering to the cloaked figure; a glimpse of a curled horn? A tiefling horn perhaps? Finding himself drawn to the figure, this elven maiden always had a way of sniffing out secrets in her unabashed approach that always astounded the wolf, a jealous tinge quickly shaken away by shock at Phiaâs ping ponging rudely inquired questions.
âCan you tell us your name? And what species you are?â Her eyes sparkled with genuine wonder. She leaned in again, whispering in awe with widened eyes: âAre you a rock girl?â
Her shameless unintentional insult to the golden miss had Menzai mentally facepalm.â Now, Phia, Surely this mechanical craft of beauty is a shiny metal treasure. Please forgive the young miss for forgetting to offer greetings first.â He interjected in haste before the barkeep may take offense.â This young elven maiden is Phia and I am her charged protector, Menzai.â A guilty small wilt of the ears hoping to amend the possible misunderstanding.
Then an ear shrieking screeching pierced the air sending an unsettling rake of nails on the chalkboard down his spine forcing him to lower his ears before they got blown out causing an irritated tremor to course through his body.
An uncomfortable reminding stench of cheese and a hint of putrid brimstone that could only belong to the blasted gnome he had briefly caught sight of while settling himself. His deep blue eyes prowled their way to the gnome now suddenly leaning on the counter and gawking at the barkeep. Cat eye crimson glints twitched like a snapshot picking up a hint of Phiaâs scent buried in his sack; canine ears having caught the distinctive lack of clinking coins when searching in her bag.
The realization hit with a rippling rush of rage.* YouâŚdare steal fromâŚmy sweet Phia?* A dark bloody growl rasped beneath closed lips as pink-tipped snowy claws delicately raked along the counter, a faint spine-chilling scrape directed at the thieving cheese-thinking bastard. Even in his struggling bout of bestial urge, he refrained from scratching the well-cared-for wood even as the grains scratched the pointed tips.
A small stabling huff of his nostrils; heart pounding and body nearly shivering from the building adrenaline now mixed with feral ire at this slight towards Phia. A suppressing snarl as he turned away, wanting nothing more than to hunt and teach the ball of chaos regret much as the inexperienced pickpocketing child had learned though doubted he would stop at merely breaking a bone for such disservice.
Feeling his body heating up in a multitude of frustrating ways and sought Phia's calming jingling scent but found himself stunned in perplexed disbelief upon taking in the young tiefling miss now revealed with the cloak slipped away.
*A starry constellation?* The words were breathed on a silent breath as his ocean blue eyes reflected the glittering stars. Every star was a brilliant smile glittering in beauty, the dark pale blue of the night illuminated with kind starry blue gems for eyes that appeared to peek at an eastern sunrise and a western downward when catching the light.
For a brief moment, his body qualms were washed away by Phia's bubbly sweetness and the star-speckled tiefling tenderness and shyness, like a scared lamb bleating a cry for help. The terrified pounding of her heart resounded loudly, almost drowning the burning ire whenâŚ
âTiefling filth!â
Snarling wolf eyes arrowed in on the Dragonborn father that dared rasp such an unjust and uncalled-for insult to a delicate nightly beauty. Predatory eyes glaring sharply in tandem with Stella, only now taken notice of the mighty female eagle; a protector of her own that put him at ease, only somewhat.
Menzai struggled and sought to hold it in, but twice now the lizard breath bastard has crudely insulted without any cause and the thieving cheese gnome had tested his bestial ire enough.â Dear sweet Phia.â A restrained casual lean, reaching to gently grasp the dazzling blue marble between the tips of his thumb and forefinger, graciously held in the tips without a scratch.âBut I have need to borrow this wondrous blue treasure, but I assure..it shall return to your hand.â Holding it up to briefly admire its simple clear blue elegance.â Perhaps share some of your treasure stories with your new tiefling friend. I shall return shortly.â A thankful pat on Phia's shoulder.
Without waiting or explaining, the wolf quietly stalked off the chair, the rankle of his ears and twitching of claws as he peeked at the gnome in turning.* Watch gnomeâŚ.watch and see what awaits you as well.* A shadowy wisp of blood lust slithered its way up the gnome's spine in a cold chilling snake hiss in the air in wicked promise.
Pausing when passing Arya and leaned in only partly not wishing to invade her space.â Please Stay with Phia and you will be safe.â Whispered softly for her ears alone, brows furrowing in concern then tilted his gaze up to the eagle her immense care for Arya felt in the warning glare aimed at the unknown wolf; shoving his boiling urge to give a light bow with a small spread of snow draped arms to show no sign of deception, his reasons honest and intent genuine.
Then with the faint rustling of falling snowy fabric, had turned to stride towards the racist lizardbrain father; every step meticulous with stalking intent; eyes zeroing in on the dragonborn as every step drew him closer the world melted around him, no longer important. The sounds of travelers and adventures bustling fading, turning dark.
Rippling deep blue eyes crackled from the jagged furious crimson glints seeming almost to stretch and claw at the edges, a snarling huff breath, tense ears focusing solely on his foul hateful breathing, and nose rankling stench. On the outside Menzai walked with a neutral gate while beneath a trashing growl wracked just beneath his chest with its fire-raked claws pounding viciously with a wicked hunger now given target.
The stalking hunter came to a casual stop a few steps before the towering dragonborn, his domineering 6â5 bulk of scalie muscle scowling down; a wolf stepping up to a wolf. Yet, Menzai stood unfazed as he stared at his scalie neck, eyes crackling with the beast beneath drooling to rip his throat out, but then the faint scared gasp of the little girl being taught such horrible things and was immensely grateful for her presence, allowing him that bit of restraint needed.
However, the racial grievances could not stand and so lifted his gaze up into the snarling scalie lizard prickâs face. Then in one momentary concentrated burst unleashed his bloodcurling malice directed with all his predatory fury into those closed-minded eyes on a silent sky letting growl released on a simple.â SirâŚâ Exhaled on a raspy snarl, eyes flashing blood red in a bone-chilling rush that could easily be felt by those with acute senses.â Twice now you have cruelly spat your disdain without cause towards those minding their business.â A Restrained rumble as he kept his posture calm, raging eyes burning his feral ferocity.â Before you snap or snarl in response, I should remind you where you are.â A passing motion of the deck around them shows the crowds of people.
A good number of them could be felt sharing their animosity towards the bulking father as he did so.â This is a place free for all andâŚ.there are many shadowy places. So I would be remiss to keep this in mind..next time you openly bleat that hateful fire. Might find the shadows alive next time you display such disgraceful talk.â A gentle shifting motion towards the daughter.â Most disgraceful teaching this pretty young princess suchâŚlanguage.â A disappointing shake of the head uncaring if the dragon approved or not, his clawed hands kept at the ready if he dared to attack.
Having said what he wished to say, the burning ire settled back down as he slowly bent down to one knee in an apologetic manner.â Forgive me, little princess, if this snow wolf scared you and yourâŚfather.â A lifting growling gaze up at him then a lowering gentle soft smile as his right hand rose presenting the glinting blue marble position hovering a short distance over her eye, a caressing turn as Menzai shifted to the side to let her see through it.â See this, a precious treasure. Like a pretty sea mirror?â Asking in a soft parental tone with a slight playful hint rarely shown.â See the pretty elven maiden at the bar? She has plenty like these and is happy to share, though she seemed to have misplaced this. Would you like to take this treasure back to her for me? And the sweet tiefling, maybe if you give her a smile she may grant you a wish?â
Gingerly placing the marble in the girlâs hand with a soft hand cupping it close.â I trust her treasure in your hands, carry this promise with an honest heart.â Whispering gently with a comforting squeeze then pulled his hand away leaving the girl to decide what was right, staying knelt waiting while glaring up at the dragonborn daring to challenge interfering in her daughterâs curiosity he so evily shut down.â Perhaps the bird-watching warforged may enjoy it as well, he is quite..cool, is he not?â An uncertain pause in the usage of cool though the word felt adequate; refusing to allow the past disdain to corrupt another innocent curious mind.