Completed [Fountain of Cascading Harmony] Staring at stone

[Daishira]

Goddamnit... Daishira can't respond to her questions as clearly as he wanted to. He'd have to change form. But he couldn't do that, because he would be naked! He has his decency and it was not worth wasting it just to make conversation and explain himself to this woman. Then again, she had smiled at him. Her smile radiated kindness and reassurance and the warmth enveloped his body, calming it down further so he had no aggression left in his stance. Daishira looked on at the crouched figure. She was not kind out of blindness at least, she was actually being cautious by observing the surroundings from which he came. His sense of smell reached out over the rooftops and weaved its way around the nearby streets, then returned to its master and reported that there weren't any men following him. Good.

Her smile was a captivating one, luring Daishira in. He felt compelled to walk over to the source of warmness, for it would be better to reside and relax there for a short while. With a great effort, Daishira lifted his feet and slowly, steadily, with a limp, inched towards the person emanating warmth as if it was a fireplace and the small fire was drawing him in with its toasty aura like a loyal dog to its owner. As he walked, a trail of dust shifted from his fur.

He reached the woman and let his weight get the better of him. He collapsed next to her, not touching her in case she didn't want to get soot all over her, but near enough that she could pet him. The relief of not pretending to stay strong and just laying next to the woman eased itself into Daishira's skin. He could step into the fountain and wash away the dirt, but right now, he couldn't be bothered, put simply. It would be far too much effort to get up once again and drag his limp body all the way to the fountain. Laziness combined with weakness is a powerful persuasive force that craftily grasped onto Daishira's actions, making him stay put. The Drykas seems nice...

[Weylin Quickshot]

Weylin did not move when the wolf came over, she simply watched letting the creature take his time, relief growing on his form. He walked with a limp was one of the first thing she noticed, a hurt animal made an easy target for hunters. Her eyes followed him watching his movements, before the mighty beast collapsed next to her. For a moment she remained still, and then shuffled over, her expression turning to that of concern. She looked upon the soot covered fur, and reached her hand out to touch him. Her fingers laced into his fur, touching, feeling, picking up the black onto her hands. Not that she was bothered. Being a hunter you had very little time to worry about dirt and getting blood on your hands when dealing with a kill, and so neither did soot. She continued this motion for a while, brushing what dust she could, a low hum coming from her lips. She kept herself calm, if she panicked then there was the chance that the wolf would react.

"Take it easy now," Weylin breathed, as her hand continued to stroke "When ever you are ready." It was the only thing she could say, the wolf after all looked like it needed rest and calm, and so she made it a priority to keep it so. For a moment she removed her hand, taking off her cloak and resting it next to her and then returning her attention to the wolf. In honesty she was surprised by the creature, and more so that her throat had yet to be bitten out. She smiled, a look of calm controlling her. Many people would think her mad to bring herself so close to such a creature, and many would of reacted in fear and horror. But animals never her bothered her, so why should she be so different with this wolf? Besides, the creature seemed relaxed by her presence, no longer having to concern himself with what ever the previous issue was. She shifted into a more comfortable position, easing herself down so she sat properly next to him.

[Daishira]

Daishira was not a savage beast, untamed and reckless in his behaviour. He wanted to be kind and treat others as he would want to be treated. Because of this, he was not one to needlessly gorge his teeth into some unfortunate woman's throat. If he did so, he would not receive the calming fingers playing with his mucky coalmine of fur. He remained still, and enjoyed the motions of the Drykas' nimble fingers, the last thing he wanted to do was scare off someone who seemed to offer comfort. Her soft, soothing words entered Daishira's ears, which were now flattened, and hypnotised him, sending him into a state of pure relaxation. To show his happiness, Daishira quietly growled. The nonthreatening growl rippled gently through his body and up the Drykas' arm whilst the actual sound disturbed the serene air around them. This moment, right now, was bliss compared to the action of a few minutes ago.

Remaining quiet once more, his thoughts hovered over this woman like a magnet attracted to a weakly charged material. Why was she so calm? Would she not be scared? Maybe there's something about this woman... maybe she's a hunter, maybe she's a vet, maybe she just really likes animals... Possibilities lazily ran their course round the track of Daishira's mind. And what of the other guy? What does he think about this situation?

[Reaver Riatal]

With a mild bored complacency Reaver watched the wolf, no doubt a Kelvic as he honestly doubted the guards of Zeltiva would be so simple as to let a wild wolf run about the city. Though as a precaution ethereal blue res formed in his black gloves as he kept his eyes trained on the Kelvic. If the animal had indeed turned some sort of feral creature. Ready to light the the furred four legged beast into a smoldering remain of a burnt corpse. Wondering how warm would such a small corpse burn, and for how long. With equal curiosity he wondered what wolf steak would taste like. Certainly better than his strong diet of fish though as his half hearted gaze watched the wolf he kept another careful eye to his latest acquaintance. Though he had only recently met Weylin he felt that she was most likely a warrior or hunter. At least something of a similar nature in the very least, though he was utterly guessing. As far as he was concerned she could just as well be someone devoid of all caution. Though he watched her interactions, she was no stranger to animals so he felt like she was probably someone proficient and confident with a weapon.

The wolf also didn't seem to show any hostility to her, unusual as from most if not all Kelvics he had seen acted like an animal first and a human second. Namely because they where still just animals able to take a human form, he had seen their trans-formative ability. Beyond a flash of light he wasn't able to pull much else apart of how it was done. It had him infinitely curious though as to how he might be able to put that to use of his own. But that was something for another time perhaps. He noticed the wolf shift his gaze to him to which he merely reflected back. His sharp blue eyes gazing back at the Kelvic's the res in his gloves remained settled. The creature would pose no threat though that didn't let him lower his guard.

His stomach gave a rumble as he remembered he hadn't had breakfast just yet. Looking around he still had yet to find his way to an establishment to eat, or at least grab something fresh from the market. Thinking to perhaps leave the hunter and wolf he felt his mind running off again. A more romantic side took hold as he thought it a nice title to a book. But he shook his head as he wondered if he should leave the two. His red coat blazed as he stood there watching them.

OOCThanks for waiting for me guys.

[Daishira]

Daishira's eyes rested upon the fiery appearance, his red coat emphasised this trait as it flickered in the wind. His face seemed calm, too calm in Daishira's opinion. Was everyone like this around wolves now? I need to appear more scary... He seemed to give little care to the unusual sighting as if his mind was concentrated on something else. Daishira could not read what was going through the man's blank expression, which in some ways was scary. He could be masking sinister thoughts, tucking them away in the dark corner of his mind for none to see. On the contrary side, he could be thinking literally nothing. After assessing him and assuming that he won't be harming him, Daishira, went back to enjoying the petting of the more confidant woman, eyes becoming shallower, like slits showing his content.

Whilst absorbing the loveliness, Daishira's thoughts planned out what he was going to do in the future to minimise possibilities of being attacked, or worse, followed to his house. He could not stress to himself how important it was to keep his whereabouts secret to the enemy. If they found him, he would be vulnerable when sleeping and even before then, paranoia would grow on Daishira, like a parasite feeding off his insecurities. This was the reason he chose to live in low-attention areas, more specifically, a stable. This is good for Holly, his cream coloured and magnificent horse, and Daishira alike. Another thing less important but still on his mind was how to repay this woman. He could not just leave without repaying in some way. His kind personality simply did not permit it.

Moving slowly so not to alarm her, Daishira remained laying on his underside and lifted his head. He then licked her arm again and again, over her strange and interesting marks to show his thanks and also, more subtly, to ask about her marks. The slobbery nature of his wolf tongue coated the arm with warm saliva. This behaviour is typical of dogs and wolves to their owner, so Daishira thought it appropriate to do as his way of showing appreciation. There was little else he could do anyway in his current state, besides transforming into a naked human.

Actually... maybe I should do that... Only make myself decent first. Then have a nice conversation and say thanks. That would be much better and more civil than licking her arm.

[Weylin Quickshot]

Weylin could not see Reaver through the back of her head, but judging by the reaction of the wolf he was no doubt keeping his distance, or simply not caring. So Weylin kept her place, her fingers tracing through his fur, stroking and feeling, and so in turn the wolf remained relaxed. When he moved his head however, Weylin flinched, surprised by the sudden animation of the creature. She watched it with caution, making herself ready to leap up or sacrifice her arm if it suddenly bit her. But he did not. Instead he begun to lick her, the saliva quickly becoming cool in the winter. Although Weylin saw it as a sign of appreciation, there was one issue behind it.

"Stop it! Stop it!" the was a pause filled with laughter "That-That tickles!"
She was ticklish, very ticklish, a curse that she had to carry around six older brothers for a lifetime, a handy cap that made even her stern and icy face break down into laughter. As the wolf continued, so did her laughing and begs to stop in Pavi. She could not contain herself, it was too difficult now, her mind incapable of being calm due to this torture this wolf was putting her through. After a while of struggling with her arm, she managed to free herself from the creature, catching he breath and looking upon him. She was still struggling to compose herself when she spoke "Never, never ever again."

Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath, things like that made her short of air. But on this occasion she would let it slide, besides the wolf was only trying to show some form of affection. Weylin sighed and stood, knowing now that the creature was now fine and hooked up her cloak. She gave a small regarding look before smiling "Looks like you are all right then, big guy. Do not need me anymore, so home for you, unless you plan to follow me now."
She gave a chuckle as she turned on her heel and paced back towards Reaver, wiping her hand against her shirt and giving him a shrug to his expression "What can I say, creatures do not bother me. Well, not until they turn vicious."

[Daishira]

Glee filled Daishira. There was something about her laughter that Daishira loved and even though she spoke sternly in Pavi, begging for him to stop, he found it thoroughly amusing. The great wolf smiled greatly at her. Wait a second... Pavi... Daishira only just noticed the stranger spoke in Pavi. He hadn't heard that language since his recent childhood horrors... His facial expression dropped somewhat, but quickly changed it to one of utmost happiness once more, as he scooped the thought into the deep, dark ditch to join his other nightmares.

"Looks like you are all right then, big guy. Do not need me anymore, so home for you, unless you plan to follow me now," she announced, before turning to the other guy in the red coat. Daishira doesn't understand woman's logic. Simple. But he took the last few words as a fun adventure. Following sounds interesting.

Daishira clumsily gathered himself, standing on all fours and with a loud bark, he limped behind her. Contrary to what the marked woman believed, Daishira had still fallen from a rooftop, that fact hadn't changed, and his side was still aching, constantly sending unrelenting messages to his brain that he needs some sort of help. After that lovely session though, he could assess himself more clearly: no broken bones; no torn muscles, just a massive bruise most likely. He felt tremendously better, again thanks to the Pavi speaker, and with this, he dashed into the fountain.

The cold sensation released all remaining relief from Daishira, the noise of a waterpark stole his mind temporarily. He even opened his jaw and took some refreshing water down his throat, quenching the underlying thirst following the chase. Water splashed everywhere, turning murky as it cleansed his fur. Gradually, Daishira transformed from dull grey to glorious dark brown, which appeared black when wet. The real beauty of the magnificent wolf could now be properly admired, without the soot in the way. Although still matted, his fur was now shiny.

He froze. Let the liquid run through his coat. Cool water trickled. Relaxation settled in. Eyes closed...

ROAR! with this he shook his entire body, spraying water everywhere. Daishira resembled a large, playful dog. After having a brief, yet awesome shower, Daishira stepped out again, fur dripping, and placed himself next to the pair. The limp remained, but Daishira could suppress it, so not to be so much of a burden, and wagged his tail at the speed of Usain Bolt on heroin, with eyes looking up at the owner sparkling with expectation.

[Reaver Riatal]

Standing and watching the animal and the hunter interact did soon interest him, seeing someone like Weylin to laugh and giggle. It caused his brows to raise and a sly smile to spread across his lips. She had seemed so cold and negative to him though once the wolf had appeared her attitude changed and rather quickly. But what he had just witnessed was purely girlish! Her giggling a sound source of hilarity as he began to wonder if the Kelvic would shift to human and give her a hug. It wouldn't be the first time he'd seen it, there was a rather hilarious scene in Syliras. A rich merchant was hugged by a woman standing nude in the street, that image was burned into his brain most likely till he died. With mild interest he wondered if a repeat performance was bound to happen. More importantly was the wolf male or female. Unfortunately this was confirmed by Weylin after she called him a big boy. The hopes of a repeat quickly faded from his mind, Kelvic's where most comfortable in their animal forms anyway. Soon his head was filled with thoughts of breakfast came to him. His stomach was quick to reciprocate his feelings.

Looking at the duo he became slightly disinterested but then he was slightly surprised. Weylin was choosing to speak with him! As he listened he formed his thoughts watching the two. It was becoming clear to him she was most likely a huntress of a sort. With another few bits of noise from the wolf he looked to it, it seemed to have taken to her well enough. Since the beast was at least behaved he felt no problem leaving them. Tough not without responding. "Indeed it seems the wolf does take to you well enough as well. Though I feel as I must depart. My stomach calls and commands food, I'll see if I can't find any where to eat." Giving out a light sigh he made off, he was hungry and those seemed to be getting along rather well. They wouldn't have been any help, the wolf still in his animal from and the young woman was still very new to the city. Turning his coat fluttering lightly against the breeze looking akin to fire for a moment. Brown boots trotting against the cobblestone.

[Weylin Quickshot]

Weylin gave a polite nod as he left followed by a few words "Another time then Reaver."
She then turned to the sopping wet wolf watching him bark loudly, his tail wagging, a loud happy bark escaping from his lungs, a want to play growing inside. She recognised it from the hunting animals back home, a light form of training that even her older brothers participated in. It helped the creatures bond and understand their masters, and relate better. An important skill and ally to have when out in the wild. She looked at the creature carefully, remembering the limp he carried. It was nice in a sense that the wolf remained calm around her, when stroking, greeting and becoming use to each others presence. She frowned for a moment and took a crouch next to the creature.
It was also clear that he understood her well, perhaps too well. She exhaled, and stroked his fur, letting the damp run around her fingers, a small look of concern on her face. Although for the most part the wolf seemed fine, she could not help but worry about him.

"We should see about that limp of yours Big Guy," she let her eyes meet the majestic beast before her "If you were human I would of been able to at least take a look, but I'm no animal doctor."
Her lips twisted for a moment, her brow creasing properly. Who knows what hidden damage could be there, she only knew so much about medicine anyway, but even then that was very little. Enough to patch up a few cuts and grazes, perhaps even a small wound at a push. But for an animal she had no chance. Yet there was always the off chance he was fine, it was simple bruising. She swung her cloak over her shoulder and lowered her head.
"Wish you could actually tell me if there was something wrong though," she paused "Make things easier for me Big Guy."

Weylin stood, removing her hand from the damp, looking down at the wolf that looked up expectantly at her. She had to do something she thought as she scratched the side of her face. She quickly looked back at the direction Reaver had gone, and then down at the wolf.
"Well, seeing as you understand me," she paused and gave a smile "How about getting some food? I heard your kind eat a lot. And get you dried up."
She turned on her heel, but instead of facing the direction Reaver had left she face in the direction that would return her back to where she was sleeping, she took a few steps away.
"Or you can stay here and do your own thing Big Guy."

[Daishira]

The man in the red coat, known as Reaver (as confirmed by the woman), left. Daishira felt nothing towards this, not disappointment, not happiness, just neutral. The new friend (he hoped) turned her attention back on the damp, dark creature. He noticed he liked calling him Big Guy. Whatever, whatever you like, Daishira laughed in the form of rapid panting at the funny name. In addition, concern consistently surfaced in the friend's speech. The lack of communication between the two would be a massive hindrance. Perhaps she should have a look at his wound. He has been wrong about the severity of his wound before, only that time he judged it too seriously. But he was only a small child Kelvic. Then again... Doesn't hurt to check.

Physically, no. It won't hurt. Integrity, yes. That will hurt. The argument quickly battled inside his head.

"Well, seeing as you understand me," she paused and gave a smile. "How about getting some food? I heard your kind eat a lot. And get you dried up."

That was the final persuasive move that toppled the stubborn side of Daishira. He took a look around and saw no one, thankfully. OK... Hope she doesn't freak out... She should be professional at some degree if she knows how to look at wounds... Confidentiality should be... there... Doubt grew on his expression but mustering the courage from the wolf heart he contains, he quickly dashed behind the woman, his entire body curling around her legs. In a flash of speed and time, Daishira transformed from the elegant and sleek wolf to a slightly taller than average male human of toned build. Slim, but with some muscle prevalent. The wet dark brown fur had been lost, given way to oily tanned skin, still glistening with water droplets. The hair was now on his head only, long and straight with a fringe that swooped over one side. He gripped the woman's shoulders. One, to steady himself. Two, to make sure she doesn't turn around. If anyone were to look, a rape scene would be the first conclusion at anyone's mind. He inspected his wound quickly, down the right side of his leg.

I was right about the bruising... A horrifying colour of purple and red bulged from his leg, covering the majority of his thigh. Damn rocks...

Still leaning on the woman significantly, he said, "Please, I'm fully naked now..." He couldn't help blushing, despite the fact she wasn't actually looking. It wasn't something he did often. At all.

He continued, "I would like you to inspect my wound, but... I-I'm not used to being naked in public... or around girls..." Blood rushed through his cheeks and he could feel it. Get a grip, Daishira! She won't judge! Hopefully...