In the City [Past]

[Mora]

From the forest, tired, thirsty, and hungry, Mora and her brother Luceundi walked exaustedly to the outside of the pub. "Now, Luce, I want you to stay out here and stay outta sight until I return with food and information. Ok? Lot's of people--" {Are real paranoid around wolves. I know, I know. But don't get into no bar fights! I can't help ya in town. Forests and towns are very different.} The wolf snorted as if he heard her warning a thousand times over and over. Luceundi really can't speak to other bi-ped human-like creatures, but since she had such an unusual ubringing and she always heard a song that seemed to come from the skies, Mora could understand him and the members of the *Marble Pack. One of their members had been attacked by **Iron Pack, trained killer wolves and probable cause of wolf steriotyping, and their alphena wanted justice. She sent the two to find the owner who was known by his crimson scarf and take revenge on him. But she also warned his buddies were just like the wolves; dangerous and will watch you bleed at any cost. The white haired shifter kissed the canine on his forehead before she entered the Setting Sun Pub and sat down at a stool for some water.

*There's a lot of marble found in their territory, so that's what Mora refers to them as
** Evil wolves who have something metallic around their necks (iron collars)

[Magikeeper]

OOC: Note: Threads don't have to be tied to a location, it could just be an RP thread happening in Tiburon, and just note in it she's at a place called the Setting Sun Pub. Titling a thread a location name typically means you're making a [U] thread, which I don't think is what you're aiming for here? On another note - I'd use a different formatting style for Luceundi's speech to make it obvious he isn't talking normally, and note that he barks or somesuch {This, maybe?}

The Setting Sun Pub, well known for being one of the liveliest bars in the entertainment district.. at night. The current mid-day crowd, if it could be called that, consisted of rather wet woman in a heavy brown cloak off to the right of Mora and two incredibly drunk elven men playing a game of cards at a small table to her left. The two players appear to have long forgotten what game they were playing, exactly, but each one is clearly determined to win it.

The human bartender softly snores where he stands, his old hands still clutching a half-cleaned cup and a rag.

Upon closer inspection Mora might notice another sleeper to the far right, although it is a bit hard to pick him out from under the piano. His brown fur blends in with the hardwood floors as well. In anycase, the lemming-shifter's clothes would suggest he's a musician.

[Mora]

Seeing as this wasn't the worst place to get a bite to eat or something to drink, with a fingernail, Mora tapped at the bartender politely and asked, "May I get a drink and some meat?" From her bag, four silver coins flew from her hand and towards him, and the wolf shifter's expression questioning him if that'd be enough. The pair of drunken elves were beginning to get on her nerves, with their constant giggling and yelling tugging at her anthromorphic side of her to show itself, but her temper was being reasonable. At the very least she would yell at them, but she at least wanted something to quench her thirst.

[Magikeeper]

The old man had groggily awoken at the tapping, but not fast enough to catch all of the coins. They clatter against him, two landing on the counter and one on the floor behind the counter.  The last, however, ends up in the rag he's holding. The man chuckles.  "Well, one out of four ain't bad, eh?" He picks up the coin on the counter and puts his cup and cleaning rag away.  "What sort of drink would you prefer?  We've got all the basic flavors, plus some wines from down south." He motions towards the the array behind the bar. "Meat-wise I hope you like the local cod. I was supposed to get a shipment today but it looks like my supplier's been tied up."

One of the elves yells "GIN!", prompting an argument over whether five aces beats a house of cards. The redder-haired of the two insists that the house was only made out of some of the cards, and clearly a full house requires one use all of the cards.

[Mora]

The shifter looked on as the coins go their own way and he only could manage to get his hands on one. A amused chucke emerged at the human's comment on what happened. "Guess so! Hm.....basic water will do." Mora thought that, at least, this human was okay to be around, whilst most other are scared of what she looked like (looked like trouble) although that might've just come from the torn skirt.

Cod? She had never heard of a wild cod running amuck in the pine, so Mora has most likely never had any of it before, but she would take it nevertheless.  "Cod it i--" When the 21 year old woman got interrupted by the drunkards yet again, her temperment leash broke and she lashed out at the two. "Excuse me for a moment, Sir." A finger held up in front of him to signal she meant none of this to him, only the elves as her wolven self revealed, "SHUT YOUR YAPS BEFORE I GO OVER THERE AND SHUT THEM FOR YOU!!!"

After her dicrete snarl of a warning, Mora came back to her humanish state with only her unusual ears and tail showing the most of anything else. Hoping it didn't scare the server and the sober beings in the bar, another silver went to the male behind the counter. With her more sincere tone in the whisper, the shifter's finger slid it over. "Sorry for the trouble. They act like little obnoxious kids who need to be put in their place."

[Magikeeper]

The bartender had looked a little shaken up by the sudden outburst, but he also looked determined to make it seem like it hadn't bothered him. He nodded with Mora's explanation.

The two elves blankly stare at Mora while this is going on. This continues for another moment. And then another. The house-maker tilts his head, seemingly in deep thought.

Finally, they both break out into high pitched, horrifically obnoxious laughter.

"What's going on?" moans the shifter under the piano. The old bartender shakes his head "Pair of elves refused to loose a drinking contest, this miss here tried to get them to be quiet.". The musician grumbles a bit as he turns to go back to sleep. The bartender then looks back towards Mora, handing her a glass of water before starting to prepare the cod. The fish looks quite fresh, if unlike any animal Mora had seen deep in the woods. It didn't have wings, feet, or even a tail long enough to sliver about with. "I usually have Jose escort the drunks out, but he won't be here until the crowd comes tonight."

The cloaked woman remains quiet and sitting. She wasn't currently looking at Mora, so it was hard to tell what her opinion on the outburst (and sudden tranformation) was.

[Mora]

The squeaky chittering of the two really made her wish to summon her 'brother' and have him maul them, but the shifter tried her best to keep from exploding. With her water, she simmered down as she lapped it up in the most unsual way~for a person, that is. Mora lapped up her drink like an animal would, but it was explainable since she was almost a creature herself. The white haired woman couldn't help but stare upon the shifter who could turn himself into something she called a snack back home. He appeared to be a musician by his clothing, but if he was just an average joe with no talent, Luceundi wouldn't have to try cod.

Wolven ears flatten in thought and tail stills as Mora tried to remember the name of the crimson scarfed man as the human began kindly made her meal. Surprises as nobody screamed, ran, attacked, or anything fearful at all when her polar opposite self was released in such anger. Next time she gets annoyed, it would be rage and blood would be spilt. The woman hated to act so murderous, but some occasions called for it. Whatever it was, the cod's scent reached her nose and snapped her out of the terrifying thoughts. The temporary chef explained that someone normally escorted the ones hooked on alcohol out, but that was when the moon was high in the sky. If this were at that time and there were more of things like the card-players, oh Lord, it would not go well. "Ah, I see." Finally after replaying Takoma's (Marble Pack's Alphena) quest, the question flew out to anyone in the pub. "Does anyone know a man by the name of....Salvencha, and where he might be?"

[Magikeeper]

OOC: Breaking up the longer text segments into paragraphs would be appreciated.

"Salvencha?" muses the old man. "I know a few of them. I get the feeling you're not from around here, though, so the Salvencha you're looking might be that red scarfed fellow? Blueish man, speech is sorta growly? He passes through here twice a year, something about hunting up north." The bartender turns the fish over, adding a small smattering of spices to the cooking meat.

The elves have calmed down. It sounds like they're trying to remember what was going on in their game.

[Mora]

"Yes. That's the one. He.....er...," trying to find a way to keep the Marble Pack out of more possible danger, the woman tried to think of a way to rephrase, "His wolves hurt part of my family. Do you have any idea on where he might be right now?" The aroma of the spices wafted throught the air and made whatever kind of animal a cod was, smell good. Now quenched, Mora's glass had a little bit of water still left and didn't want to waste it, so a silent whistle blew. Well, Silent to humanoids that is. Luceundi stood at the door, but in attempt to hide his wolfyness, his tail curled and his ears were relaxed and to the side. {Moraaaaaa! Must I look like a dog for them?! I feel dumb looking like this!} The black wolf whined like a pup to his adopted sibling, sounding like a dog that couldn't bark and could only make an obnoxious noise in the back of his throat to the others in the building


Her amethyst eyes flashed from sweet to cold and back again. It might be a little awkward to see a girl in a worn black dress talking to a creature as if it could speak to her, so Mora attempted to make the weak, costumeless disguise on Luce a bit more believeable. "Will you please sit? I've got water for you." Spilling the water on the floor would be a splintery disaster if the hazy canine treid to lap up water tumped over by sheer spazziness over something he would need for the journey to......wherever it was. Luce sat and his tail wagged as the element in the cup was placed to his level and lapped the rest like there was no tomorrow.

[Magikeeper]

"Whyyyyyy?" The lemming man wiggles out of his outer jacket and pulls it over his head. Truly, the sleepless musician's plight was a dour one.

The bartender, however, was preoccupied with other things. "He hurt your family?! How did that happen? I.. actually, I can imagine him doing that, he's a rather rough fellow. Quiet, but rough... I'd suggest letting the proper authorities handle it miss, he's surely a dangerous man." He passes her the finished plate of cod.

One of the drunk elves looked like he was seriously considering petting the "cute doggy".