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I look at the she-wolf, "Many things, but I do have some restrictions. If I haven't seen it, or I don't know what it is, then I can't turn into it. Also, turning into animals is more difficult, I can turn back to normal when I turn into humanoid things, but when I am an animal, it takes more effort and time to turn back, but to turn into other animals, then that works fine." I hop out and flap my wings, "Shapeshifters have more flexibility than Changelings. If I haven't changed into a snake, then when I do, it will not have much personality or detail. I have turned into a bird many times, so I am myself." I turn into a striped cat, feathers fall to the ground, "See?" I purr, then sit and flap my tail slightly and yawn.

Dylan has stopped paying attention at this point. He didn't care about her changeling abilities. He just like his drink at the moment.

When Vil turns into a car he smiles and scratches behind her ear gently, and any sign of evil or insanity has been washed away from his person for a moment. As he stops petting the cat he just looks at it in absolute wonder. "Cat's are so beautiful." His voice sounded like he was auto responding.

His messy, curly red hair bounces as he tilts his head slightly while looking at the cat. He smiles, and his has phases through under the bar. He pets her, scaring her as his hand phased next to her. He phases the rest of his arm out and continues to pet her gently.

I purr as Dylan pets me and scratches behind my ear, I roll down and enjoy it more. Then he put his hand down next to me, and that startled me, I quickly got up and turned around, he pet me more and I lye down. I look around a bit and see less creeps in here than before, now there were one, he was watching someone while he drank. He probably had a bounty on someone, or was just a killer. Or... He was drunk. My tail flaps a little and I start to kneed my claws on the table.

Dylan giggled as she purrs, and laughs when she is scared. He sounds like a man child when laughing, but the sickness and absolute madness never drains from it. He poked her paw with his other hand gently, trying to irritate her.

Foxy cried for help, by yelling her lungs out.

Auren had to chuckle slightly at that. "Well, let's see here... I had to kill a couple of vampires, dueled many, many idiots who thought my style was terrible, and generally missed your deductive skills- I've had plenty of headaches raised by some obscure pieces of information given by suspicious looking characters. Thankfully, they all resolved in the end, but you would have made it much easier..."

"Enough about me! How's the Crone Fate been treating you? I see we have here a lively couple, and a bigotist group in town. Anything else I need to know about- Is there an Old One in the mix?" At that point, he had to shudder slightly- he had enough of the Elder Mythos for a while... make that lifetimes..

Lyra watches Vil being pet, a small smile on her face. Animals had always been a source of comfort to her.

"Aye, stop that." I retract my paw and jump onto his shoulders, then into the she-wolf's lap. I yawn and purr on her, as I do, I hear a door shut from upstairs, I freeze and jump down and go up, one of the maids had shut my door, I follow the scent to her and say, "Hello, you have shut my door, would you mind opening it?" She stares at me and says nothing, then I watch as she walks towards my door and opens it, "Thank you kind woman!" I walk in and push the door shut. I try to change back, but it is painful. I needed to anyhow, I wanted to get out of the tavern, but had no reason yet... I put my dress on and walk back down.

Foxy yelled for help again

I look up, "Did you hear that? Sounded like a scream or maybe a bear nearby." I look around, but only few people were fazed by it. I walk out of the tavern and out of the kingdom then look to the guards as their post, "Did you hear that?" They look at each other for a moment, "Uh, yeah, but I thought it was nothing." He pulled out a sword and I run into the forest, on the trail and stop when I see a fox on the side of the road, "Oh my, what are you doing here?" I touch it and then notice she is bleeding. "Crap."

"It hurts" She said in a lot of pain. "I got attacked by someone" Said Foxy

"What?" I look around for a moment, "By who? Or what?"

"I don't remember" Said Foxy

I sigh, "Well, do you at least know where the attack was? And if it was a man or women?" I start tending to the wounds on her.

Dylan pouts, sad that she had left. He shrugs and looks over at the huge cat and his friend. "Interesting." He smiles widely, the tinge of insanity slowly returning. "So you worked with this uptight beast?"

"All I know that it was a wolf" Said Foxy

"Ah, then it was probably just a normal attack on the road, no worries, packs of wolves tend to do that. Here, eat something, you might need it. And follow me, if you want, you will need sleep to heal faster." I hand her some bread and cheese. "If you're coming, do you need help?"

"Yea" Said Foxy

"Well, let's see here... I had to kill a couple of vampires, dueled many, many idiots who thought my style was terrible, and generally missed your deductive skills- I've had plenty of headaches raised by some obscure pieces of information given by suspicious looking characters. Thankfully, they all resolved in the end, but you would have made it much easier..." Nah, now he was selling himself short. Auren had proved to be a resourceful partner and a great friend. His different outlook on things and his fantastic swordplay had came in incredibly handy more than once, not to mention the times the dhampir saved his furless backside. "Enough about me! How's the Crone Fate been treating you? I see we have here a lively couple, and a bigotist group in town. Anything else I need to know about- Is there an Old One in the mix?"
Auren obviously never stopped getting himself into and out of trouble; he was living the life, as some would call it, while Randle had settled his lazy tail in the Kingdom of Wood, too tired and bitter after.. the incident at Firnland Hill. The Husk's perky smirk fade away for a moment. Maybe Auren deserved to know about it, but now was not the time nor place to bring him the grave news. Besides, he needed answers before he could give him the full story.

"After the business at.. - err, Hogland City, was it? -, I decided I needed a.. break," Randle began. Oh damn it, one little reminder of the incident and he went all shaky and lame. Well, he wasn't actually shaking, but all the warmth and enthusiasm had gone from his body. Shouldn't he be happy about seeing this old ghoul again?
"Yeah, to be honest, life's been pretty dull since we lost track of each other. I was just looking for a job or bounty around here until you dropped by." Still focused on the brass-skinned man, Randle barely noticed the redhead rushing out of the tavern, uttering something about a scream or something. Wait, a scream?

"Aye." I pick her up and take her to the tavern. "Looks like there are some wolves on the road, if we are heading out anytime, we should keep that in mind." I take her to my room and lay her on the bed, "Here ya go, you can have my room. Try to eat and get some rest. Trust me, by the looks of your wounds you'd need it." I close the door and leave a candle lit. I walk back down, "Miss me?" I laugh and sit down at the bar.