Timestamp: Tira, 81379 Character: Fenrisulfr Ragnarök Wearing: Black leather jacket, jeans, hiking boots, regular amount of chains, spiked collar/braclets May contain cursing Fen leaned heavily against the bar, drinking his way through an entire bottle of vodka. He thought he deserved it, he had gone through the change a few nights previous and had managed not to kill anyone. He scoped the scene trying to see if he recognized anyone, he did, but the 'drogons he recognized weren't the greatest. His pupils constanly changed shape as he watched silently. Then he saw a 'dragon he hadn't seen before, but then again his memory wasn't that good, so he couldn't remember properly. She had raven hair and her eyes appeared to shift colors, but that could have been attibuted to the drink.
Chiara sat in the corner of the bar, sipping her coke quietly. Not often did she venture outside the Janardan grounds, let alone know those who frequented there. Her orbs darted around, searching out every possible ally and threat. Downing her can, she tries to wave down a barmaid. To her dismay, the regulars were consuming much of the attention. Grumbling, she picks herself up and walks over to the bar, sitting next to a 'dragon who seemingly drank too much Vodka. The 'tender appeared behind the counter and growled. <span style='color:gray'>"What do you want."</span> She was mildly appalled that she was being spoken to that way, and returned the reply in similar tone. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Coke."</span> The man looked at her curiously before grabbing a can of coke from the fridge and throwing it at her. She caught it with uncanny grace. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"These people nowadays!"</span> Grumbling the words as she spoke.
<span style='color:green'>"I hear ya,"</span> Fen said. <span style='color:green'>"nearly had to wring his neck for the vodka, and then pay twice 's much as it's worth,"</span> He added. <span style='color:green'>Then why the hell do you get drinks here?</span> He thought to himself <span style='color:green'>'cos I don't feel like treking to the next bar over</span> Then his alter ego piped up. <span style='color:grey'>The hell with it you lazy weredragon. Get a grip and quit mentally talking to yourself,</span> Fen groaned and put his hands over his ears in attempt to drown out the voices.
Chiara shot a glance at the man, somewhat surprised he was in any condition to speak. Opening up her can with a small pop and fizz, she takes a sip. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Uhm. Are you okay?"</span> She arched a brow when he put his hands to his head. Wow.. This guy has had way too much to drink if he's talking to himself. She didn't need to hear the voices in his head, she could just tell with the look on his face that he was concentrating on something else.
Fen looked at the pendragon, his pupils still refusing to quit shifting, <span style='color:green'>"Hmmm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine,"</span> Fen muttered. <span style='color:gray'>Liar, you are far from fine. You were supposed to be locked up ages ago.</span> <span style='color:green'>Correction you were supposed to be locked up, I would be perfectly normal if it wasn't for you.</span> Fen resisted the urge to put his hands over his ears again.
Chiara looked around the bar, apparently one lad got a little too drunk and was picking a fight with what seemed like one of the regulars. The odds were in favour of the senior. She took another sip of her coke, then turning her attention back to the male. If the fight developed with better action, she might watch. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Erm.. So.. You come here often?"</span>
Fen nodded. <span style='color:green'>"I'm safe from the idiots here,"</span> He commented, noting that it probably was best not to tell her he was a weredragon. <span style='color:gray'>She's pretty</span> His alter-ego thought <span style='color:green'>The last thing i want is a thill to screw up my life even further,</span> <span style='color:gray'>Hmmm, Fen not wanting a girl friend this is a first</span> <span style='color:green'>Shut up Ulf,</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry for the crappyness i haven't been very imaginative for the past few days :wacko:</td></tr></table>
Chiara nodded, she figured since he was a regular and paying customer that no one would bother him or risk being thrown out. That was her theory anyways. Her violet eyes shifted around the room again, the fight had dissipated and no action was going on. Sighing lightly, she look back at the 'dragon. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"I'm Chiara by the way."</span> She held out her hand to shake his.
Fen took her hand and shook it. <span style='color:green'>"The name's Fenrisulfr, call me Fen,"</span> He said. Then much to his horror his shifted to a murky red and he said in a gruffer voice he added <span style='color:gray'>"Or Ulf,"</span> <span style='color:green'>I do not feel like getting thrown out of the friggen bar, so cut the bullshit</span> He thought. <span style='color:gray'>Why, it's not like I'm dangerous,</span> <span style='color:green'>Not dangerous? You've killed twenty eight f***ing 'dragons!</span> <span style='color:gray'>Fine</span> Fen felt Ulf's presence slowly recide until he could see as he normally did and realized he was still holding Chiara's hand. He let go. <span style='color:green'>"sorry 'bout that,"</span> He said, his embarassment palpable.
Chiara smiled, about to pull back when he seemed to be talking to some one else. She tried to pull away but his grip seemed to be fixed like he'd forgotten he was holding onto her.. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"You can let go now.."</span> She doubted he heard her. To her relief he let go, she immediately put her hand on her lap. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Are you sure you're okay?"</span>
<span style='color:green'>"Yeah, positive."</span> Fen responed absently. He massaged his temples before adding, <span style='color:green'>"Ulf isn't though."</span> He realized what he had said just a second to late. <span style='color:green'>Shit, did I just say what i think I said?</span> He thought to himself <span style='color:gray'>Yup, and with any luck she'll think you're crazy.</span> <span style='color:green'>And that would be lucky because?</span> <span style='color:gray'>She might have a thought to report you to some hunter,</span> <FONT COLOR="#00A400">W</FONT><FONT COLOR="#0A9C07">o</FONT><FONT COLOR="#13950F">n</FONT><FONT COLOR="#1D8E16">d</FONT><FONT COLOR="#26861E">e</FONT><FONT COLOR="#307E25">r</FONT><FONT COLOR="#3A772C">f</FONT><FONT COLOR="#437034">u</FONT><FONT COLOR="#4D683B">l</FONT><FONT COLOR="#566043"></FONT><FONT COLOR="#60594A"></FONT> They both thought.
Chiara shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Okay.. I can understand having more than one nickname, but referring to each one as a person is just a little weird.. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Erm. Are you.. Ulf or Fen?"</span> She was really confused now. She put her coke back down on the counter, hitting the wood on lightly and making a noise. The barman actually came by and asked if she wanted another one but she simply waved him off. She wanted Fen (or Ulf) to explain to her what was going on.
<span style='color:green'>"I'm Fen,"</span> He said and then his appearence changed until he was almost fully in feral form <span style='color:gray'>"And I would be Ulf, my host doesn't let me play that often,"</span> He said his voice gruff. Fen's appearence changed back to how it had been moments previous.<span style='color:green'> "I'm a were,"</span> He said as though it explained every thing, and in a sense it could have depending on which way Chiara looked at it. Then on a lapse of judgement, although the alcohol could have had something to do with it as well, he continued on with what he was saying. <span style='color:green'>"And I happen to be on the top of the list for quite a few hunters and vengeful 'dragons,"</span>
Chiara seriously fell from her stool, knocking it to the ground as well with landing on the floor with a thump. She wasn't afraid of weredragons, far from, but his feral form gave her quite a fright. From her very minimal knowledge; weres' normally only had an alter ego when it was a full moon. Though that was all she knew about it. Her cheeks turn a pastel pink, as she replaced the stool and sat back down, still embarrassed. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Sorry about that.. You just scared me a bit."</span> She still wasn't quite sure of the 'dragon, well Fen at least.. He seemed to be the dangerous one.
<span style='color:green'>"Sorry,"</span> Fen muttered. He was about to blame Ulf, but it was him that had let Ulf come forward. <span style='color:green'>I'm an idiot you know that?</span> <span style='color:gray'>Yes, you always have been and always will be</span> Ulf thought. <span style='color:green'>"I just figured it might be, for lack of a better word, easier, if you saw Ulf. Also if you haven't noticed already i don't need the full moon to transform. I can when i want to and still think fairly straight, but during the full moon ulf takes over and then...Ramath's gone to the rapines"</span> He said absently. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Ugh...sorry for the crap post</td></tr></table>
Chiara couldn't imagine losing control of her body, yet at the same time, it would be a nice reprise. Maybe not for whoever is around her at night, but it would be only once a month anyways. She sighed quietly; there she was going off again wishing she could change into something more exciting. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"So.. If you or Ulf were to like, bite some one, would they become a were' too?"</span>
Fen threw back his head and laughed with a dog-like quality. <span style='color:green'>"I would assume, but Ulf's only ever bitten anyone during a full moon and at that he usually kills them and the only 'dragon I bit was my little brother, but i was pretty out of it, we've lost contact....i honestly have no idea if he's even alive anymore"</span> Fen said half joking. Then something seemed to click on Ulf's side of his brain which set off a set of series of mental gears and Fen quickly picked it up. <span style='color:green'>"You aren't considering becoming a were...are you?"</span> He asked incredulously. He hadn't had the luxury of chosing to become a were, but all the same despite it's pros it had a hell of a lot of cons. <span style='color:gray'>aren't we being Mr. Perceptive today?</span> Ulf thought and Fen could have sworn if Ulf had been a 'drogn outside of his body there would have been dangerous glints of malice in each murky red eye.
Chiara continued her child like nodding, wanting to know more. She was like a student, her appetite for this knowledge needed to be quenched. Maybe it could solve the many problems she wants to get rid of and lock away in a box, never to resurface again. The question was blunt and hit her quite hard. Is that what she wanted? <span style='color:#3399FF'>"I uh.. I.. I'm not sure. I need something new.. I need.. I don't know what.. But this might be it. It might be the thing that could save me or kill me. It's one of the two, so it's a 50/50 chance."</span>
Fen gave a low whistle. <span style='color:green'>"I dun think I ever met a dragon 'wanted to be turned to a were."</span> Fen said rubbing his chin. <span style='color:green'>"well then we'd better start from the top. First just because you can exorcise your inner demon dun mean you'll like it. It's gunna come upo with a name for itself and it's going to want control over your body at all times. Your job as the thinking host is to learn how to keep it in check and that my friend takes...."</span> Fen did some figures in his head. <span style='color:gray'>it you 14 years</span> Fen reminded him, snickering. <span style='color:green'>"A long time,"</span> He finished, waiting for a reaction.
Chiara chuckled lightly, she was always known to be the odd one. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Well there is a first for everything."</span> She smiled feebly. She readjusted herself on her eat, inhaling deeply. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"Okay so.. Basically I'll be bi-polar after that. Right okay.."</span> Chiara was nodding slowly, as if making a mental checklist. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"So I'm going to have absolutely no control then?"</span> That's not so bad.. Give me a bit of a break. <span style='color:#3399FF'>"If you were to-to.. Bite me I guess, could you at least be there when I experience it all? I know I've just met you.. But I'd rather another weredragon be with me then a non."</span>
