Kade | Female | Maned Lioness
Location: Bar | Mentions: Emma Kate {ID} Wyclef

Kade laughed. “I usually am,” she said, finishing her drink and signalling the bartender for another. “I don’t meet a lot of people like me. We are a rare breed,” she said, grinning. She noticed that Emma Kate already seemed a little tipsy, and her eyebrows drew together slightly. “Now, I’d be . . . lion if I said I don’t want to see how you get when you’re drunk, but if you’re coming home with me - which I am very open to, might I say, I will even make you breakfast - I don’t want either of us waking up with regrets, or not even knowing what happened. Also, alcohol poisoning isn’t fun,” Kade added, looking very slightly concerned.

“How about we go see who else here is . . . interesting?” Kade asked, glancing around. “It will be fun, and you can punch guys for hitting on me until we get thrown out.” As she looked, she also sniffed the air in a discreet manner. There was a guy alone in the crowd. He looked sad and she could smell something . . . medium sort of animal, predatory . . . maybe a wolverine? She lowered her voice. “That guy. Can smell him from here. I think wolverine. He looks sad and I’m not the kindest but . . .”

Obroox Buile
Male | 26 | Kodiak Bear
Location: Bar
Mentions: Grego and bufferbutt

Obroox very much noticed Greg's angry glare directed at him, but he didn't care. The bear might've been four years his senior, but Obroox wouldn't be taking any guff from him. His eyes narrowed, but otherwise let the look pass over to the buffalo shifter and his question. He almost laughed at the curt response, but caught it as Greg turned back to him. The growled request wasn't lost on him. If he wanted to play, that was fine. Obroox gave a pronounced grin. "I know the perfect drink, gimme a sec." He headed off to the cooler and dug through the drinks before he found what he was looking for. Bringing the drink out, Obroox made sure to keep it hidden below the counter. "Alright, back, I've got the perfect drink for you, buddy!" He delicately placed down a juice box that proudly declared itself as 'Berry Nice!' with 'blackberry and apple' below. He grinned widely, but his tone was anything but happy. He let himself shift slightly, his nails turning black and hardening. He fixed Gregory with a hard stare, his voice deeper than usual.

"If you're unhappy with our service, maybe you should hit up Chucky Cheeses. I hear they've got a ball pit now. You can hang out with the other children." He exhaled and felt his body return to normal. He wouldn't be lectured on appropriate serving by some guy who didn't see his kid. Half of him hoped the guy would just grow up and stop the "I'm old and angry so I'm going to take it out on everyone else" act, but the other half kind of wanted him to get dragged out by security. It'd pan out either way.

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Quinn
Male | 31 | Wolfhound x Deerhound
Location: Bar
Mentions: Richard, Phin, Oliver, Greg

The peacock's short defensive responses weren't lost on Quinn. Most prey animals were like that so he couldn't take it to heart. He noticed the peacock shift in his seat, almost turning towards him. Interest perhaps? No, his dismissal said otherwise. The subtle shift had been enough to block Quinn's view of the brother and elk. The painfully drawn words were to keep his eyes on the bird. It would have been a brilliant distraction, but Quinn was used to this. Prey liked protecting other prey, and considering they were brothers, it made even more sense. Usually he'd double his efforts on the protected one, but he had to admit, the distraction was nice.

Settling in, Quinn placed an elbow on the bar and leant his jaw against his palm. He smiled, careful to avoid showing teeth. The roaming eyes of the peacock were clear, he was being sized up, inspected. It was almost predatory, and Quinn couldn't help the way his heart seemed to leap. He watched as the bird's glance seemed change to interest, but it was quickly subdued. He was keeping his walls up, a last defence between the big bad wolf and his brother. Quinn couldn't help the smirk. This bird was adorable. He wondered briefly if the brother was the same protective creature, but his thoughts were lost at the peacock's guess at his species. He gave an impressed look. "Cross. Longdog, technically. Wolfhound from mam, deehhound fr-" He stopped and gave a short cough, pretending to have something in his throat. He must've had too much to drink if his accent was slipping. He gave a short smile and corrected himself, "Deerhound from dad. Most people guess Lurcher." He trailed off. "You're a peacock, right? One of the Phoenix family?"

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Deep
Agender | 22 | Axolotl
Location: Bar
Mentions: Open

wip lmao

Cleo Black
{Female}{28}{Polar Bear}{Loc:Bar}{MD: Tobias, Kal}{MI:}
The minute Cleo walked out of the bar, she veered toward the nearest wall and leaned against it for support. That had been...draining. Three or four minutes, a sentence or two, and she was feeling more exhausted than she had when Kalahan had been in diapers. People could blather about how tiring studying, or physical exercise was...but the true king when it came to exhaustion was emotion. You couldn't control the amount of damage emotion could do to the body. You couldn't control when it struck or why.

Suck it up. You need to put on a good face for Kal. A pang of pain pierced Cleo's heart...she wished Cliff were still around. Okay, Okay, Okay enough with the pity party. The woman quickly straightened, and turned toward the road, weaving between a few parked cars in the process. She was lost in thought, mentally figuring out what hotel she and her son would stay in that night. The shout stopped her quick steps, and her mind instantly shot toward the direction of her son. He was out of the car. There was a strange man beside him. Bile rose in Cleo's throat and a predatory glint ignited in her cobalt gaze. Her first thought was that this was a hunter...one who had caught up with her and her son after all these years. The thought was almost enough for the woman to fully shift and charge the man on sight. His scent told a different story though....was he a shifter who looked for his own kind? The rare, the odd, those whom he could sell for a profit. Since black rhino's went extinct, Cleo had become extra cautious...had told Kal to be cautious as well. He was a horse. The stranger was a horse.

The thought calmed Cleo, if only a little.....Horses were better than tigers, lions, ....or bears. (Oh my). Not much though, all things considered, Cleo's steps quickly took her across the street after she looked in both directions. As she moved her height seemed to waver, she seemed to grow a bit taller, before returning to her normal size. "Are you okay Kal? What is going on? Did this man hurt you?" Cleo opened her arms, gathering her son into a bear hug. He was growing quickly...less than a foot and he would catch up with her.

The stranger was a tall man, and his dog was friendly. His eyes seemed friendly as well. He may have been considered handsome under different circumstances both his hair and his irises a dark shade of brown. Unfortunately for the stranger these relatively benign thoughts might as well have been considered the chirps of crickets during a thunderstorm...put shortly, Cleo was a bear. For now, her priority was her son. Not many people would dare to get between a mother bear and her cub.

If this man had done anything to Kalahan....well the horse would quickly learn why harming her son was a bad idea. Cleo made sure her gaze communicated her thought process. Also? Where the crap was Mouse?

(This post may suck a little...sorryz. I've been going through some crap, and more crap is on the horizon, but I'll try to keep up guys lol)

[ Gregory Black ]
Male • 30 y/o • Eurasian Brown Bear
Location: Bar • Mentions: {Directly} Obroox, Buff / {Indirectly} Cleo

Greg stared almost blankly at the juice box as it was gingerly placed atop the counter, taken aback by the sheer audacity of the bartender. The other bear shifter’s voice grew rougher as he mocked him, fingernails lengthening into deadly black claws momentarily before returning to a more human shape and color. Greg’s lip lifted into a sneer in response, revealing a canine tooth that was unusually sharp as his gaze lifted from the pitiful drink to Obroox’s face. Anger flashed across his features before he managed to force down his temper.

Grabbing the juice box, he ripped the small plastic straw from it’s side, yanking the wrapper off before digging the straw’s end into the opening and taking a long sip. “Thanks. This was just what I was hoping for,” he replied, words dripping with defiant sarcasm. His mood continued to sour upon the realization he likely wouldn’t be welcomed at this establishment in the future. It was the closest bar to his apartment and one of the few in the city that wasn’t a complete shithole. The thought of finding somewhere new was extremely unappealing, but so was seeing this guy a second time.

His mouth suddenly felt dry, a deep craving for the burning sensation of liquor sliding down his throat near overwhelming. Shame cooled off what remained of his outrage and Obroox’s superior attitude seemed less important when faced with the reality it would be very difficult to get through the night without alcohol. The pain shooting through his leg intensified as if to tempt him to dull it in the same we he always did, with a mouthful of aspirin and a six pack of beer. Cleo’s parting comment seemed to echo in his mind. "Sober...show up sober."

The place she wanted to meet...the request to show up presentable...she had a kid. A niece or nephew he had never met. Did she really think the first thing he would want to do upon seeing her again for the first time in years and meeting her child was fight? Their previous encounter had been unfortunate and he regretted it now. How hadn’t he recognized her? She was his sister. He absently continued to drink from the juice box, consumed by his own thoughts.

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Richard Phoenix
Male • 27 y/o • Black-shouldered Peacock
Location: Bar • Mentions: {Directly} Quinn / {Indirectly} Phineas, Oliver

The accent hadn’t been missed, a small grin tugging at the edges of Richard’s lips. He and Phineas had spent much of their childhood among the British Isles, and he especially had lived for quite a while in Wales working on his aunt’s farm as a troubled teen, his parents last attempt at ‘straightening him out’. The sting of his aunt’s belt could still be felt from time to time, though the years had seen the wounds received from thick leather and metal lashing against skin heal. Richard had learned to completely Americanize his own accent, but every now and then he slipped up and his origins would be made clear.

“A longdog hm? I was half right then. What an interesting mix,” he replied, glad he had managed to keep the other man’s attention off of his brother. Hopefully Phineas would have enough sense to take his friend and make a discreet escape. Richard might not have the best sense of smell, but the elk’s fear scent was noticeable even to him. His expression seemed to falter as Quinn inquired his own species and asked after his family name. Bitterness twisted his stomach and he couldn’t bring himself to hide his dislike at the mention of ‘Phoenix’.

“I am indeed a peacock and a Phoenix...in surname only,” he replied reluctantly. His kin were well known, and he had to remind himself it wasn’t any fault of the dog’s that he happened to bring it up. There was rarely a peacock shifter who wasn’t eager to claim a place in such a prestigious family. He paused to take a sip of his water, pushing down the resentment rising inside him. “I left that lifestyle behind long ago.”

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Tobias Ahlström
Male • 30 y/o • Shire Horse
Location: Outside Bar • Mentions: {Directly} Kalahan, Cleo

As the woman drew closer Tobias was slightly alarmed to find aggression lighting her deep blue gaze. Her size seemed to quiver, first growing larger and than smaller again as she crossed the street and entered the parking lot. He blinked, unsure if he was seeing things, and realized for the first time how bad this must look. ’You aren’t the one who left your kid unsupervised in a parking lot.’ He reminded himself. ’You did the right thing.’

Confident he hadn’t been wrong to stay with Kal, he calmed his doubts and presented Cleo with a gentle smile and friendly expression. “Hello miss, I was just passing by and saw-” Before he could finish his explanation the woman grabbed her son into her arms, as if shielding the boy from him, and then went on to ask if he had hurt him. Not much ruffled the easy going man, but he had to admit in that moment he was insulted and a stung look crossed his face.

“Of course I didn’t,” he replied a bit crossly. “I saw your son wandering around by himself and was concerned.” He realized his tone was coming out a bit sharp and immediately regretted it. Her reaction was justified. She didn’t know him. Any mother would respond the same way to being confronted with an unfamiliar man conversing with her child. “What I mean to say is,” he started more softly. “He mentioned you were in the bar and I...may have assumed the worst.” He decided to leave out the part where he witnessed Kal and Mouse crossing a busy street.