Sightles

Semi Non-Canon Wolf Among Us/Fables RP [OPEN]

Gren glared over in Bigby's direction, gritting his teeth, but keeping his mouth shut. Maybe if he just didn't give the sheriff any shit, he'd just leave. Gren glared over in the direction of Boogie, wondering if Boogie was going to cooperate with Bigby, or actually resist the sheriff, like Gren planned to. Gren wanted to spit at Bigby's feet, but he knew better. Gren kept his scowl, and his glare, on Bigby. Someone eventually was going to speak up and cooperate with the sheriff, but as long as it wasn't Boogie, or Holly, Gren wouldn't care.

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Semi Non-Canon Wolf Among Us/Fables RP [OPEN]

"Can we just stop talking about that shitbag?" Gren replied, trying his best to hide a smirk at Boogie's implication that Snow White and Bigby were bumping uglies. Gren wouldn't admit it, but Boogie was right. Bigby did have an air about him that exuded authority. Gren, along with most of Fabletown, knew Bigby's story, and his actions back in the Homelands, by heart at this point. Deep down, Gren knew if it came to it, he wouldn't have a chance against the wolf. Nor would anyone else in the town. The fact that Bigby got away doing things Gren would be reprimanded for also rubbed him the wrong way.

Semi Non-Canon Wolf Among Us/Fables RP [OPEN]

Gren shook his head at Boogie's speech, stifling a scoff as he did so. Gren also stifled a comeback, preferring to remain silent and letting Boogie's statement stand by itself. At Jack's joke, Gren once again shook his head, finishing his drink in one last gulp. As he placed the glass back down on the counter, he nodded towards Holly, a go-ahead that he was ready for another drink, "I swear, the way you all keep referring to Bigby, you all might as well be his fans." Gren remarked, awaiting his refill of his drink.

Semi Non-Canon Wolf Among Us/Fables RP [OPEN]

Grendel frowned as he listened to the conversation between Boogie and the others carry on. Gren almost envied Boogie's tolerance for other people, what with his own tolerance for others being disturbing low. Too many people in the bar, and not enough silence. Gren chuckled at Boogie's jab at Ozma, allowing himself a glance over to Boogie, with a small smirk. Gren glanced over at Rouge as she struggled to remember her story. Gren didn't blame her for having a hard time remembering it. Everyone's fable has been spun a thousand ways at some point, or they had never been particularly interesting. It didn't matter anyway, everyone's fables didn't matter here. Hell, if it wasn't for his stitches, and the constant reminder from Boogie what his fable was, Gren might even forget it, "Does it really matter, Boogie?" Gren spoke up, with his normal gravelly voice.

When the Flames Die

Taggerung picked up on the sound of a ribbon unfurling, it getting louder and louder. Taggerung didn't need to turn around to know what was happening. Taggerung shifted Jezin on his shoulder, the blade lodging itself in the head of the corpse. Taggerung kept with his slight jog, although picking up slightly more speed as he went along, unconcerned with the blade that was lodged in the corpse on his shoulder. It was obvious now that Taggerung was making a concerted effort to hasten his retreat, the 'injuries' he sustained in battle not abating his retreat at all.

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The boy retained the smile, despite the increasing escalating situation, "I don't want Sophia for anything." The boy replied to Eva, switching his gaze back to Gareth, then back to Eva, "Are you going to kill me, or let me go?" The boy asked, his grin now gone, and an air of annoyance was now on his voice. The boy kept stealing small glances towards the door of the tavern, evidently intent on leaving, or resolving the situation.

Semi Non-Canon Wolf Among Us/Fables RP [OPEN]

Gren took a small sip from his whiskey, allowing a small smile towards Holly as he was handed his drink. Gren glanced over at Boogie, "I leave for two seconds and the bar is filled with every fable in this town." Gren replied, gruffly, taking yet another drink from his whiskey. At Boogie revelation, Gren turned his gaze to the girl identified as Rouge, "Why the fuck did you come to ask about the lapdog?" He asked, his normal scowl now decorating his rough face, "No one here cares where in the hell Bigby is." With his last statement, Gren returned to his drink, taking a longer sip this time around. Gren tolerance to alcoholic drinks had become stronger over time, making it where he'd have to have more than a few drinks before becoming buzzed.

When the Flames Die

The child's grin diminished slightly at the arrow leveled at him, but did not make any movements. In a sudden move, the child's head jerked away from the two, turning towards the inn's door. After a moment, the child returned his gaze back to Gareth and Sophia, "Are you going to take me in?" The child asked, with a slightly annoyed tone, trying to manage a half-smile. The child obviously wasn't armed, nor did he make any movements to escape, or to reach for any type of weapon. He simply stood his ground, switching his gaze between the two of them, "I haven't done any harm to you." The kid added, his half smile turning into his original grin, now.

When the Flames Die

Taggerung seemed content to not react, despite being able to hear the approach of Celeste. The sword slammed into his skull, ripping the skin slightly open on his head, revealing a gunmetal colored skull. The blade deflected off to the side of his head, leaving no mark, and no sign of damage. The only thing the slash did was send a considerable amount of sparks across the back of Taggerung, and front of Celeste. Taggerung stopped momentarily, turning back towards Celeste, with his good eye. While no emotion was conveyed on his face, it could be taken as a look of extreme annoyance. Taggerung picked up his speed slightly, to a slow jog, turning back around. The beast seemed intent on continuing the fight, but it was as if a master was calling to his dog, and the reluctance of his retreat was shown in his slow speed out of the situation.

When the Flames Die

As Celeste made her dodge, landing behind Taggerung, his body quickly kept up with her, his one eye able to stay on her the whole time. Lifting the sword up to block, the slash of her blade clanged off his own, blocking the slash. Taggerung watched idly as the woman took defensive stance, waiting for Taggerung's attack. Taggerung stood idle for a moment, blade hanging loosely in his hand, before reaching up to his chameleon like eye, and grabbing it with his free hand. With a resounding twist and pop, Taggerung twisted his slashed eye, and pulled, bringing the eye, stem and all, out of it's socket. Taggerung weighed the eye in his hand for a moment, before tossing it to the ground. All that remained now was a black void, Once the ordeal was over, the seemingly unphased Taggerung turned his attention back to his target, watching her carefully. Taggerung poised himself for a spring, once more. Suddenly, Taggerung's head jerked back behind him, relaxing his stance as he did. After a moment, Taggerung looked back towards Celeste. Seemingly done with the fight, Taggerung walked back over from where he entered the clearing, and where the body laid he had jumped out of. Taggerung seemed to be completely done with the fight, turning his attention away from Celeste. Once to the body, Taggerung gripped it with a hand, throwing it onto his shoulder.