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[If you go out in the woods today, you better... not be a small to medium sized, non-sapient animal, because it's gonna be rough for you, buddy.

The thing prowling the woods isn't exactly new to Fayren, nor is this even the first time he's even assumed this shape to hunt.

He might be just a little less concerned about being spotted today though, apparently just a little more peckish than usual.

Elias wasn't exactly looking like his usual self at the moment. There was no real distress here, at least, nothing frantic or pressing, other than the need to eat.

Well over ten feet, the beast could be found near the outskirts of the city proper, either stalking a meal or...

Well eating. Eating isn't the nicest scene in the world, the average doe was akin to the size of a small dog to him, and anyone stumbling upon the hungry creature would find him very involved with his lunch. Slicked in blood, the cracking of the doe's bones as numerous as the snapping of twigs underfoot, he seemed quite careless about the mess he was making, the occasional satisfied rumble at least indicating he wasn't in any foul mood.

That's good, right?]

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The sound of snapping bones is very familiar to her. As is the wet noises of something eating its kill. Logic and experience usually says she ought to let whatever it is be. But she's in an unknown plane, and since she too was in the forest looking for a meal (because someone hasn't gotten herself a job yet), it behooves her to know what she could potentially be running into.

She's stealthy enough, not making noise as she approaches the sounds, through the underbrush. A usefully large tree is there to provide cover, as she peeks around to see what it is.

She'd expected a bear, or something like that. But what she sees is certainly a surprise. Nothing she could quite categorize, even from her unfortunately extensive experience. But instead of departing with all haste (you know, like a smart person would), she carefully pulls out her journal, and starts sketching the creature. Observing wouldn't hurt, surely.

Elias really gives no indication that he even knows she's there, those massive, powerful jaws cracking into the dead doe's spine like it was driftwood. In one easy bite, the animal's head was hanging by meat alone, and the creature that held it set about ripping out the throat with some considerable amount of tact and care.

Despite not being concerned about the blood soaking into his fur and spattered across the white bone of his face, he approached dining on the carcass like a human might devour a chicken wing. Delicately and aware of the fact he was actually making quite the dreadful mess. Ribbons of thick saliva, tinted red and pink from the viscera in his mouth, hung and dripped like so many gooey stalactites, a thick red tongue sliding out occasionally to lap up the gore on his chin and face. Apparently, the only part of him that really was bone was just the head, the pair of ember like eyes set in the sockets focused on his meal.

And then:

"You should ask permission, before you start drawing strangers."

Years of living on the road are what keep her from jumping like a startled kitten.

"I didn't realize there were rules for that sort of thing."

Oh sure, she could have denied it, but then the... person could ask to see the proof. Might as well skip the added embarrassment, and just be honest.

"There are." He lifted his head from his meal, directing that glowing stare right at her as the mixture of fur and feathers that formed the ruff of the beast bristled and settled again.

Not upset, perhaps just a reaction to him moving.

"Was there something you needed?"

She's fairly sure there aren't. That's kind of like saying you should ask permission to think about certain things. At least, in her opinion. But she's not going to debate it.

"No, not specifically, sir. I just heard some noise, and decided to see what it was." Just in case it was some large, scary looking predator. That sort of thing.

"I apologise for not saying hello."

"I accept your apology." He'd nearly finished with his meal, picking through the shattered bones for whatever might still contain marrow.

"Hello. You do not look familiar to me, are you a new arrival?" Calm and as casual as you please, while soaked in the blood of an animal, popping a long bone into his mouth and crunching down upon it.

He's a very polite...person. Which is interesting considering the gory mess it's made, and is still making, of its meal.

"Not exactly. I've been here a couple months now." Much to her dismay, but that's neither here nor there.

"May I ask your name?"

"Have you found Genessia to your liking?" He found the head of the doe, picking it apart and cracking the skull. To get to the brain, apparently.

"I am Elias Ainsworth." Such a normal name too, all things considered.

"And your name?"

"It could be worse. But I'm not exactly pleased to be here."

Apparently. But she's fine with it. Really. She's made her share of bloody messes, and then some. At least he's eating his.

"Syeira, of Candlekeep." She only adds the last bit, because she has no surname too offer. She could have used 'Gorion's Ward' but that felt too much like she wasn't her own person.

"It's nice to meet you, Elias."

"Not many are, I have found." The brain was slurped from the cracked open cranium, the eyes carefully picked out by long, sharp fingers as he set about severing the tongue. No part wasted.

"It's good to meet you too, Miss 'Of Candlekeep'." Frankly it was hard to tell if he was being serious or just joking, that face isn't terribly expressive after all.

"Abduction can really color a person's perspective on travel."

And whether he was joking or series, she still laughs a little.

"Just Syeira is fine."

"Syeira then." At last, he seems finished, picking through the remains one more time. There's not much left. A few ribs, plenty of sesamoid bones, whatever contained no or too little marrow for him to eat. No organs to be had, just a few tufts of fur, and the ears and hooves.

"You've stumbled across me during lunch, I'm surprised this hasn't bothered you."

She shrugs.

"I prefer to cook my meals, but to each their own."

But this gives an opportunity to ask what she's wondered since she spotted him.

"Would you be comfortable answering a few questions, about yourself, Elias? You can certainly tell me no, and no hard feelings. I'm just curious."

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"Normally, I would agree. But as things are, this happens to be easier to do."

His head dipped, and he moved to stand fully, shaking crimson droplets off of the pitch black fur.

"Of course. If you could give me a moment-"

It was all rather quick. In the blink of an eye, he'd shrank, nine feet rather than ten at least. Black fur was covered with very proper, obviously not bloodstained clothes, white gloves, well polished black calfskin shoes.

A flowing coat and a red cloth tied firmly to a pair of spiraling horns, and a cane completed the look. Still not human. Still just as eerie.

But at least not a hulking, blood spattered monster.

"What would you like to know?"

Well, that's a nifty trick!

She came away from the tree and started walking closer, careful not to step on and deer bits.

"Well first, is that an illusion? Or a true transformation?"

"It is a real transformation, in a sense. A mixture of the two would perhaps be a better word for it. A keen eye can see through my glamor easily."

"Glamour? Are you of the Feywild then?"

She itches to pop her journal back open and start taking notes, but she does learn. And manners are more important than being ~~a giant nerd~~ scholarly. She can always jot things down later.

"Feywild?" His head cocks.

"I am a member of the fey, if this is the question."

"Not quite, but it does answer it a bit. And a bit of a different question. So we're certainly making progress!"

Gosh she's such a nerd. It's so exciting to meet a fey creature. She's never met one, other than a couple of dryads.

"What world do you come from?"

Because that is a far more pertinent question, and much more effective than asking him in general where he's from.

"Ah. Good."

He moved to finally step free of the mess he'd made on the ground, maneuvering around the bone fragments to find a clean place to sit. It seemed, perhaps, he might be here a bit.

"Earth. Though as to which one, I don't believe I can answer. I have not set about labeling the different varieties of earth that are represented here."

"Earth? How exotic!"

Look. Earth is so far away, Toril has only barely heard of it. It's exotic to her.

She happily plops herself down, so she can talk to him easily, but still give him some space if he'd rather.

"But I suppose I ought to skip asking about those varieties, since you've already said you haven't spent much time on it. So how about instead, would you mind telling me what race you're of? I've never seen anyone like you before."

Oh dear. There's a long pause, the ember eyes flicking off a bit in the sockets of his skull.

There's a phrase Elias hates saying. 'I don't know'. He doesn't like appearing unlearned in any capacity, but when it came to something as obvious as what the hell he should be, answering 'I don't know' felt a little extra embarrassing.

"A fairy." To an extent. It wasn't lying!

She chuckles, but it is totally self directed, as she goes a little pink, and bashfully tucks her hair behind one (conspicuously pointed) ear.

"Well, I suppose that was a rather obvious question, wasn't it? I promise I'm not dense. Just a bit excited, I guess. I mean, I didn't even know Earth had any Fey, until just now."

"It's quite alright." Hell no he won't explain the awkwardness of that answer, she can have that blame. Sorry, Syeira.

"There are quite a great deal of fae on earth. Most of them exist within Tir Na Nog, a few venturing out regularly to interact with the occasional human."

She's blissfully unaware that she took it unjustly, so he's well off the hook.

"Tir Na Nog? Is that a city, or country?" Since there's no feywild, she's making a guess or two.

"It is a plane of existence. A world that sits beside the realm of humanity.

Most fae prefer to be called Neighbors for this reason."

"Oh! It's your feywild! That makes perfect sense."

Okay she really can't help herself at this point. She flips open her journal again.

"Do you mind if I take some notes?" If he wants her to ask first, well she'll ask first. He's also free top see the drawing she'd done of him. It's actually a decent sketch, and doesn't really make him seem horrible. There's no dripping blood or the like, just a sketch of his form.

"Is that what the name of that plane is called, in your world?" That explains the 'of the feywild' thing a little clearer!

"It is fine, you make take as many notes as you like." He did peer at the picture she'd drawn, his head cocked.

"Are you doing this for amusement?"

"Thank you."

And her hand starts flying over the paper, writing down everything she's learned, including his name. Her idea of note taking is not very clinical, but holds her perspective and feelings on the information. All of which is pointedly positive in reference to Elias.

"Amusement? If you're asking if I'm enjoying talking to you and learning about you, yes. If you're asking of I'm making fun of you, no. I would never do such a thing. Especially to someone who's so nice and polite."

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[It's the scent of blood and the sound of a carcass being rent apart that initially draws Rowan's attention; the little blonde is a predator at heart, after all, and can't help the way that certain things affect her. When she finally draws near enough to catch sight of the creature responsible for the kill, however, she stills-- whatever this thing is, it's like no creature she's ever seen, and she's fascinated.

She's not afraid, clearly, content to simply drop silently to a squat to watch the beast feed for a while-- If anything, the only tension she's experiencing now is an urge to either steal the kill for herself, which is among other things rude, or to head out to try and seek one of her own. For the time being, however, she's assuming this creature must be some unfamiliar part of Genessia's local fauna, and seems intent to study it while she can.]

[For a time, he just ate, messy and loud and quite comfortable, apparently just dead to anything outside of the carcass.

However, after a time, as he moved to remove the guts from the belly and rib cage, he spoke]

Do you need something?

[The voice was deep and rumbling, and quite clearly enunciated despite the fact that his jaws clearly didn't budge an inch as he did so, only opening to take another bite of his meal.]

[Ordinarily, she was a very calm, very collected sort of individual.

Hearing that voice, though, and the way it seemed to just emanate from the object of her interests? Rowan couldn't help but rock back a little, stumbling back onto one hand as she blinked disbelievingly.]

I-- [She swallowed, cleared her throat, and tried again.] I beg your pardon-- I was just...

[Just what? Just staring, just ogling, just being ten different kinds of rude without even thinking about it...]

...I wasn't entirely sure what I was seeing.

[...So, when in doubt, opt for honesty.]

[That's a familiar reaction. He messily bites down another hunk, lacking lips it's rather like watching an alligator take off chunks, despite how carefully he holds his meal.]

It is fine. Not many do.

[He pauses, and moves, just to extend his head towards where she had been hiding, the sound of a snort rattling the flora.

He could smell, it seemed, despite there being no nose.]

Do you need something?

[Repeating that question again, it seemed the answer he got he didn't find satisfactory.]

[Seeing the creature continue with its--his?--feeding only prompts the blonde to work her way back upright again, resting her weight on knees and hand as she watches the spectacle intently. She's hungry too, for more than the sort of fare she's been able to find in the city so far, and the kill is so fresh...

When he leans in her direction to scent the air, there's the possibility that he'll pick up on the fact that she's more than human; she hasn't had to work so hard to hide it, since being here, and now hardly seems like the time to try. Noting what he's doing, she straightens up a little bit just in time to answer his question when it comes.]

I... I didn't think so. But... Now I can't help but wonder. Is this sort of hunting normal, for you? And if it is... Don't you worry about the others coming after you?

Not usually, but it has become more common, as of late.

[A wet SCHULP sounded as he pulled a leg free of the carcass with disquieting ease, setting about stripping the meat from it between those powerful jaws.]

I have not had anyone complain about it yet. There are far larger, far hungrier creatures here.

[Dragons, mostly, but Elias was well aware he might be visually a little more off putting than a dragon.]

More so than... [She paused a moment to try and figure out just what precisely the creature before her ought to be classified as, eventually settling on just gesturing to him with one hand.] ...You?

[It seemed unlikely. Hell, even in her own larger form, one which she'd always thought of as being particularly monstrous, she didn't quite measure up.]

I don't mean to be rude, of course-- It's just that you're rather, ah... Substantial.

... Perhaps.

[Look, he doesn't make it a habit to measure himself in comparison to the dragons. He leaves them alone, they leave him alone.]

At the moment, I would agree. I am quite large. It is, of course, not a constant thing.

[The blonde blinks slowly in response to his words, giving an undeniably canine tilt of her head as she processes them.]

That... Changes? Is that typical of your... [Ahem.] ...Species?

It would appear so.

[Considering he's the only one there is, at least!]

...Fascinating.

[She brightens abruptly, actually smiling up at the bizarre horror before her, almost as if she's relieved by the news.]

What's your other form like? Is the change painful, for you? Or-- oh, is it like in the books, and you can only do it once a month or so? Does it depend on the moon? I've never quite understood why that's supposed to be the case, but it does seem to be an awfully prevalent rumor so I suppose there must be some basis in truth, but...

No.

I change when I wish, to what I wish. I have several shapes that I may choose from, and I may add more, if I wish to.

I'm no type of were-animal.

...Oh. [She sags a little, her smile waning-- but honestly, that development doesn't make this creature any less interesting.]

So you're... It would be odd to suggest "magic," anywhere but here, wouldn't it? But I suppose that's the right term. Would that describe your talents more accurately?

Magic would be the correct term. I'm a mage by trade.

The shape-shifting is natural to what I am, however, rather than a result of my profession.

A mage... You'll have to forgive me, I'm still coming to grips with everything here, but I just... Had no idea those were real.

[After a moment, she gives a sheepish chuckle.]

...Or that they'd be so big.

Most mages I have seen are human.

I am an outlier.

Would you prefer me to be smaller?

Oh-- no, by all means. If this form is more comfortable for you, don't change on my account.

[She clears her throat before getting to her feet.]

After all, I'm the one interrupting your meal-- if anything, I really should just leave you to it. I honestly didn't mean to disturb you.

Most forms are fairly comfortable.

[It's frankly hard to tell what's going on in that head of his, considering his face doesn't really seem capable of changing its expression, but as she gets up, it might almost appear as if he were puzzled.]

You haven't. I wasn't expecting company today, simply.

You seemed to be very interested in were-animals before. I'm curious as to why.

Well...

[There's another moment's pause while she debates her reply, ultimately just opting for the truth.]

Honestly, I've met a few "unusual" types since being here, but none quite like me. [Holding up one hand, she watches it as it begins to grow, gradually warping into a massive paw with talons that look more well-matched to the creature before her than to her own diminutive frame.] I was... Hopeful, I suppose. I don't really know why.

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Action for Fayren

I'm prosing cuz mobile, ilu

HOW DARE

I DARE

>:O

😘

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How the tables have turned!

be gentle, senpai

SHE'S GONNA ASK SO MANY QUESTIONS

/scream

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[Action] - Pls pardon a nosy little werewolf girl

It's fine <3

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I feel the need to tell you that your icon keywords are -cracking- me up

NO ONE READS THE KEYWORDS

I'm just creepy like that

lmfao

Omg what a wiseass

He's very good at that

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