02ND BARK | ACTION & TEXT

[nofortunateone]

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What is there to do around here?

Action : Everglade @ Night

[The dirt curls beneath his paws as the rich smells of the earth fill his nose. This is what it means to be alive. Four paws thunder against the earth as the large wolf goes running through the thick mass of trees. The moon hangs like a silver sliver in the night sky, the scene of colored darkness falling like a vail overhead as if painted perfectly into place. Toby knew he was safe from other wolves without the full moon casting its light over the city that sat in peaceful darkness. There were other things that lurked in the night, but nothing that Toby feared. He’s stared down terror in the past and knew its name. This world was simply a fake replica of his nightmares.

His path brought him to the edge of the forest. He knew of the barrier that kept them here and had no interest in testing its validity.

Toby takes the chance to walk through town, seeing it with the keen eyes of a wolf. There were smells he hadn’t picked up before and he knew that it wouldn’t be so strange for a 230 lb wolf to go trotting through town while the curfew was in effect; most likely no would see him.]

Action: Every City @ Any Bar

[It doesn’t matter what time of day it is or what city that he finds himself in; Toby gravitates towards bars like a moth to fire. It is a shame that he can’t get drunk but that doesn’t stop him from trying. He usually finds a seat where he can keep an eye on the door and then orders a beer. He doesn’t say much, but instead listens in on the conversations happening around him.

The part of Toby that stands out is his height. Even while sitting, he casts a powerful shadow. His expression is tranquil while his gaze reflects a comfortable well-worn sadness.]

Comments

Action; The Dancing Donner - Fayren

[trueseeker]

[After a long day, what tasted best was a cold mug of ale at the Donner. It'd become a routine he very much enjoyed, but today something was new. The very large man at the bar, near Richard's own usual barstool, stood out in the crowd, and not only because of his size.

He nods to the bartender with a friendly smile as he approaches and the bartender begins to fill a mug without asking what Richard wanted. Clearly whatever it is, is the usual.

While he wait, Richard looks over to the larger man. There's something about him that suggests something's happened. Maybe not recently, but it's similar to Chase...anytime he was away from his family. Richard flashes this newcomer a friendly smile.]

You don't look like you're from around here. [And he offers a hand.] I'm Richard Cypher. Welcome to Fayren.

Action; The Dancing Donner - Fayren

[nofortunateone]

[At first Toby simply continues to drink his beer. The cold liquid slides down his throat and fills his stomach leaving a satisfying feeling in its wake. His attention, while spread throughout the room, is mostly on his own thoughts which twist and turn in their usual self destructive manner.

When Richard introduces himself he looks towards the woods man. Steely gray eyes glance at Richard, their reflection closed but curious at the overly friendly person who's moved next to him. He can smell the forest on him, among other things, suggesting that he worked in the woods near town.

Toby places down his beer and shakes Richards hand before returning his grip to his drink.]

Toby. [He doesn't like using his last name for introductions.] Are you from around here?

Action; The Dancing Donner - Fayren

[trueseeker]

[Richard nods, taking the hold of the handle of his own drink once the bartender delivers it, taking a sip before responding to Toby. The work he did was good, hard work, and the cool ale always started his muscles on the way to cooling.]

I live here, but I came from another world, through the Bay. [He looks back to Toby.] The same as you, I assume.

Action; The Dancing Donner - Fayren

[nofortunateone]

[Toby just nods his head. It isn't as if he can hide the fact that he arrived at the bay. Not only does he smell strange compared to everything in this world he's wearing a leather jacket and jeans; not exactly common attire in Fayren.

His gaze focuses back on Richard, realizing that the man doesn't seem to be interested in going anywhere anytime soon.]

What drew you to Fayren?

[His voice is deep with only the smallest hint of curiosity lining his tone.]

Action; The Dancing Donner - Fayren

[trueseeker]

[Even the smallest amount of curiosity was enough to get Richard talking. He was a social animal.]

Fayren is the most like my own world. [He shakes his head.] I don't like the noises, or the smells in any of the other cities. I prefer the woods.

Action; Everglade

[stealinurdead]

[ There is a catgirl walking along the avenue of town in the middle of the night, pushing a wheelbarrow covered with a straw mat. A sensitive nose might catch the scent of decay and death emanating from it.

She's skipping along and whistling a happy tune.

She sniffs as Toby nears. ]

Heya, sis! Fancying a walk?

Action; Everglade

[nofortunateone]

[Toby clicks his teeth closed, a lower daring growl echoing from his chest. It's issued only as a warning, he doesn't want to be played with as cats tend to do. Steely gray eyes lock on the catgirl and then her wheelbarrow. His senses are sharp and it's easy for him to tell what is hidden beneath the straw mat.

He's no interest in fighting but he does want to know when a seemingly harmless girl is out after curfew. Of course, as a wolf, Toby has no voice to speak his questions but instead implies it with a quick flick of his head. Only those who can read other animals subtle language would understand his question.]

[stealinurdead]

I'm on the hunt for humans, of course!!

Recently dead ones, or imminently dead ones! Any human out at night in this town is probably one or the other!

There's nothing quite like a conversation with the near-death, hee!

[ She visibly shivers with delight. ]

[nofortunateone]

[The large wolf doesn't look amused. He doesn't smell any human or blood on the wind but that doesn't mean someone isn't out and about to run into trouble. He wonders if this girl kills or is just a convenient clean up crew. Toby is reminded of the strange girl he spoke to anonymously on the network and her undead army.

His curiosity peaked he steps up to the wheelbarrow and nips at the straw cloth, sharp fangs scraping against the material. He's curious to see who would be stupid enough to be out after the curfew; besides himself.]

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[livable]

Pretty much anything you can imagine.

Are you more of a pottery class kind of person, video arcade, fight club, clubbing?

text;

[nofortunateone]

Are those my only choices?

Out of the things listed I'd say fight club.

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[livable]

No but I'm not going to list every single thing you could possibly do.

But okay, fight club. Do you like being in fights or watching them better?

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[nofortunateone]

Fighting is what I am good at. I have no interest in watching others fight.

action; Everglade

[iridescentillusion]

[Cipher had chosen to take the form of Liam this night, as he had already taken the life of some poor 'innocent' creature earlier in the day - and it was certainly a killing that took place before the curfew came into effect, but hey, slip-ups can happen once in a while, right?

He had stopped in his tracks as he had approached a rickety old bridge extending over the water, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes had almost immediately fallen upon that wolf, his eyebrows lifting in curiosity. That was certainly no ordinary hound. By his side was a large, hyena-like creature, whose face began to peel back to reveal its skull when it laid eyes on the wolf. Cipher would order the creature down, his eyes peering in the wolf's direction.]

Well, are we having a hunt, or is it a stroll you're having on a night like this?

action; Everglade

[nofortunateone]

[Toby's steely gray eyes flick from the strange creature to Cipher who clearly commands it. He has smelled demons before however nothing that was exactly like the pair currently standing in front of him.

He huffs a breath of air, his teeth clicking down while a soft rumble echoes from his chest. He doesn't know if this creature can understand him or not but it's his only means of communicating as a wolf. He won't let his guard down but he answers in his own way.

If he had been hunting he'd have already attacked.]

action; Everglade

[iridescentillusion]

[The krenshar responds in kind with a low rumble, its face muscles sliding back into place to restore its hyena-like appearance once more. Cipher does manage a faint smirk, knowing to rule out the 'hunting' assumption.]

And here I had assumed werewolves only wandered under the full moon's light.

action; Everglade

[nofortunateone]

[If a wolf could look skeptical that'd be the expression that Toby is currently giving Cipher. The werewolves here aren't real wolves, not as far as Toby is concerned. They are diseased humans that need to be put down before they spread their venom. Toby is a wolf first and a human second, he can change as he wishes, a gift given to the were's from the Shapers.

His head tilts slightly regarding them both with a passing interest. His shoulders remain tease and a lower growl vibrates from his chest. One that asks what their intent out tonight was.]

action; Bar in Genessia

[namemeansbeauty]

[There were times when Belle found herself at a bar. It wasn't because she wanted to as it reminded her of her alter ego Lacey and what she had been like, but maybe because it was just a nice place to sit and read for the moment. So currently she was simply reading her book.]

action; Bar in Genessia

[nofortunateone]

[Toby doesn't usually go up and talk to others, in fact he avoids it if at all humanly possible. In this case he makes an exception, knowing the girl who sat reading a few stools away. He lifts his drink easily walking over and stopping at her side.]

You look out of place here.

[Like a rose among mice.

He doesn't sit and he tries his best not to hover though his height makes that difficult.]

action; Bar in Genessia

[namemeansbeauty]

[She closed the book before looking over, a soft smile placed over her features.]

I assume because I am reading a book. I do sometimes like to have a drink or two, so long as it's not too many.

action; Bar in Genessia

[nofortunateone]

[A slight smile tugs at Toby's lips though it lasts for only a second before it falls.]

No, it's not because you're reading a book.

[He likes having a drink, though he's unable to get drunk.]

Action | Everglade tavern

[lunarlegionnaire]

[Ten minutes ago, a mustached man in a sweater, scarf, and flat cap had taken a seat beside Toby. He'd ordered a beer and promptly lost himself in a sheet of paper he'd brought in with him. A casual glance suggests it's a map of Everglade decorated with little red X marks. Whatever it's for, it's enough to leave him engrossed.]

[So engrossed that when he reaches to his left, his fingers find Toby's drink instead. He doesn't realize his mistake until he's already taken a sip.]

Ah, crap.

[Without a second thought, he pushes his real drink towards the other man. Nice and cold and untouched.]

Sorry, pal. Here; don't really want it anyways.

Action | Everglade tavern

[nofortunateone]

[Toby spares the man a glance before focusing once more on his beer. When he sets it down he doesn't imagine someone else taking a sip of it. He just watches the man as he brings Toby's beer to his lips, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as if he finds the mistake entertaining.

He really doesn't care.]

Why did you order it?

[He asks taking the offered drink. He doesn't really care what he's drinking but he isn't the sort of person to say no to a beer. He takes a long swing feeling the cool liquid slip down his throat. His gray eyes glance towards the paper reading a few lines before bringing his gaze back to Marc.]

Action | Everglade tavern

[lunarlegionnaire]

[At least half the people in here would be picking a fight with him by now. Not this guy. How about that?]

Be pretty rude t'sit down an' not buy a thing, wouldn't it?

[He makes another X on that sheet.]

'Sides: I'm in this pond t'fish, not t'drink.

Action | Everglade tavern

[nofortunateone]

[Toby doesn't want to pick a fight with a guy who drank out of his beer. To be frank, that's really stupid and he doesn't want to keep killing people. This guy smells familiar though Toby's been around all the cities so that isn't very strange.]

What are you fishing for?

[He takes another long swig of beer almost finishing his glass. He's a big guy and takes big sips.]