In the City [Past]

[Jebidiah]

After some traveling, Jebidiah found himself in Tibouron. Looking for a place to find a quiet bite to eat, he found himself at the Setting Sun Pub. Being amused by the name, as it struck a chord in his memories, he decided to head in. His small, childlike flesh puppet following closely at his heels and his water as a snake coiled loosely around his left arm. He smiled at the dog that was oddly large for a dog as he made his way back towards the bar. Taking a deep breath and giving a sigh of contentment, he addressed the barkeep with a smile on his face and in his voice. "Afternoon to all. I'll have one of whatever you're cooking as it smells delicious."

[Mora]

If the rodent man didn't keep it down or his sister show him cod meat, he certainly would be eaten or at least mauled by Luce, but luckily his face was stck in the glass and he was content. At least he was until he saw the sheathing case of the Fang of the Wolf empty. The shifter had it out to symoblize to the bartender that she could take care of herself and also cut a peice of meat from her meal, and it cut a bit too easily than normal meat would and it was whitish-pink and in layers. Mora seemed confused about it, tried to stab it with the magic dagger, but it cut again. "What the..?" Very unusual to someone who had never had fish before. A couple more times failed and eventually, the wolf-raised woman just used her hands and stuffed some in her mouth. Her arms folded as she chewed angrily at the food, but i grew on her and the pale woman nodded. It wasn't buffalo, which was much further than here, but it wasn't plants. 


"Hey Luce, want some? It's a bit tricky but it's really good!" Manners were taught by townspeople who had helped her get used to civilization and she at the very east memorized her table mannners, so she waited until she swallowed to offer some to her travel companion. The dark wolf bolted up and glared at the cod in her mits. A toss, and he was in the air, snapping at the flecks of food flying to him. A simple landing on the back took his body by shock, but Luceundi rolled it off and vaccumed up the bits he was treated with.


Then a human male trotted in and set by a stool and asked for whatever he had just cooked her. And....was that a snake on his arm!? Noting th serpent and he wanted what she had, made the woman slide her plate further from him. Slightly she was growling, which in wolf language meant 'Back away. This is mine.' Luce's orange eyes gawked at the new-comer and snorted at him. {Who's 'Sir FancyPants' here and what in Grimm's name is that walking beside him?} "Shut up!!" Mora whispered to her false pet to stop making noise so she wouldn't have to seem nuts for talking to an animal that only made yowling noises to ordinairy people. "I'll ask him! Uh..excuse me," The wolf shifter inquired a bit cautious and alert, "Who are you?"


Luceundi just rolled his eyes as the bipeds were conversing and saw one of the drunkard elves were going to try and pet him! If there was one thing you absolutely did NOT do with Luce, unless you were his adopted sis, and that was petting him. He would let her know what they were doing and what he was going to do, just in case in here it was a bad thing to defend yourself from things that were coming at you. {Mora, one of those elves is coming at me. He's trying to pet me, Mora. Do something or I will....} As the elf neared the larger his war-face was showing and the louder his growl got.

[Jebidiah]

Ever calm, Jebidiah just watched as Mora interacted with her pet. He had been adventuring long nought o not worry about other's pets. After all, he had his own. When she growled at him he just made a placating gesture of his hands up in her direction with a smile on his face. "You seem mistaken young lady. It is not your food I want, just another of the same dish you had. Name's Jebidiah, and yours?" He looked at the approaching elf and, hearing the growl from the wolf, gave his golem a simple mental command to stand in front of the elf trying to pet it. And so the golem child would move to stand in front of the elf, which was also now between the elf and the wolf, staring at the elf with a blank face waiting for another command.

[Magikeeper]

The elf pats the little golem on the head, calling it a "good widdle boy".

The bartender begins working on the second plate of fish, his aging face furrowed in deep thought. He occasionally glanced back towards Mora.

The cloaked woman had clearly been eying Mora's culinary adventure with a mirthful look in her eyes and a friendly smirk on her lips, but any desire the woman had to actually say something had apparently been shelved in favor of listening in to the others' conversation.

[Mora]

The white-haired wolf morpher made a moan like a confused animal and looked at her plate with disment, then it clicked in her head and she nodded to him. Mora still didn't trust the fact that he was fine with a snake on his arm, so she spoke nothing more to him for a while, but Luce was jabbering nonstop. {Wha...? This thing, right here, is trying to keep the pest away. Why? And why does it have no face!? What is this thing? Mora? Mora, are you listening?} The onyx grey wolflooked back to the woman in the dress as shady as his pelt with beconing amber eyes bore into her. Finally giving up because his tail was tired and his ears were going crazy, the true wolf showed and acted a bit more wild; less dumb, but he still obeyed whatever she wanted him to do. At the moment, that was ask what that little thing was. The pale female shrugged her shoulders at her 'brother' and replied, "I'm sorry, Luce I don't have a clue what that bitty critter is. " 


Mora faced the older human and asked him what on earth was being referree between the giddy alcoholic and Luceundi, whom was now huddled by her stool. The woman on her other side seemed to glance over and smile the whole time she was there, but amethyst eyes hadn't caught much sight of her 'til now and she smiled back before digging in her cod.

[Jebidiah]

Jebidiah just chuckled at the girl. "That 'bitty critter' is my friend. I am teaching him to be a doctor. Or at least an assistant. And I beg your pardon, but I still don't know your name." He kept a positive tone of voice as he waited for her to respond.

[Mora]

Jeb said the little thing was a tiny friend of his and he was working on making it a medic at best. A crooked smile was showing on Mora, while Luce was bug-eyed and hiding, if that could be called that at all, from the "friend" behind the stools. "I'm Mora. That overgrown pup down there is Luceundi, but you can call him Luce." As the newcomer came in though, her question was whisked away without any answers because he stomped in. But just in case he was doing thesame as her, the white wolf changer tilted her head. "We were just talking about where a crimson scarf-wearing scoundrel might be at. I'm going to get back at him for what he had those demons do, but first, I need to know where he is currently." The Fang of the Wolf was held to the side of her face to tell that she was going to maim him, almost kill him, and leave him for his friends to try and save. Just like what Iron Pack did to Meeko, the pack jester.

[Jebidiah]

Jebidiah looked thoughtful as she spoke. When she finished, he spoke up. "Interesting. I would not be opposed in helping you catch this man, with some more detail as to what he did of course. However, I have to wonder why you seek more violence. Vengeance, while satisfying, doesn't solve the problem in the long run. It only displaces the anger and aggression onto another. Violence is a vicious circle where the only winners are the ones who never fought. Are there other things that you could do to punish him?" He asked with an inquisitive tilt of his head.

[Mora]

OOC~ Sorry for the wait!!

Humans always tried to either see the easy way around or were hard-headed and wanted things to be worse than they were. Jeb seemed to not understand the man or what he had done. It it were another human almost killed, they would want his head, but since it was a wolf that was different!? She calmy changed the the canid form again to speak to him; "You see, if it weren't for the combined healers of the...er....community, he would be dead, which is only punishable by death to the causer of the victim's murder. The only exception is Mother Nature. I didn't say he was going to die, I said he was going to pay. In one way or another. It be maiming him or taking his pack of insane animals to the lands which only the exiled go - and will only live for a few days . What most don't take into account is...


When you mess with the Wolves, you get the Fangs." Mora could get why he saw no point in violence, but he was raised in the city. Not the forest. Justice was short and didn't seek for parole if found guilty of an attempted killing a animal of high forestial ranks. Such were bears, wolves, and mountain lions. Her head flicked for a random reason and in time, finished her fish with the assistance of a hungry mouth below.

[Jebidiah]

Jebidiah listened to her, and had to wonder a few things. What was she assuming about him? And what did she assume he knew? It didn't seem to make sense with what she had said so far, so he sought some clarification. He could see that animals were important to her, by her shifter nature and her pet, but this whole ordeal still didn't make a lot of sense. He was nonplussed by her vicious seeming reactions, after all he had seen quite a lot of things in his time as a doctor. "I understand that wolves are important to you. What I do not understand, as you have not yet clarified, is what did this man do? And how is exiling him any different than killing him? If he will clearly die, then it just a delayed path to execution so as to distance yourself from the act you are committing. If he is so attached to this pack of his, why not force a separation from that pack? Banish him from being part of the packs. Wouldn't that be a punishment more fit than death? Or, if what he did was actually attempted homicide, why not have him locked away in prison? Surely the authorities would help your cause?" He asked with interest, as he had no idea she was talking about an actual wolf pack, since that was not something someone could assume about her. He figured maybe she was talking about some street gang that had popped up in Tiburon during the power vacuum. He had his golem come back to him and sit next to him at the bar.