[img]https://i.imgur.com/q9Hq2SQ.png[/img] [color=gray] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/mApeJL0.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/rUzyFdp.png[/img] [color=ee82ed]Race:[/color] Silver-Wolf Shifter [color=ee82ed]Class:[/color] Arcane Mystic [color=ee82ed]Location:[/color] Bar [color=ee82ed]Interactions:[/color] [@Funnyguy] Wendel transformed to Minerva (Miris), Gears Mentions: [@oso] Bastion, [@princess] Phia, [@potter] Arya [color=ee82ed]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Equipment List] 🐾 Special Magic Item: A magically enchanted Haori garb of snow🐾white fabric made of a mix of various creature materials and what few rare magic crystals scrounged. It enables the haori’s internal temperature to be adjusted to keep the user at the optimal temperature within feasible degree and minor elemental resistance of the basic 4 elements imbued. 🐾Oruna tribal moon bracelet: a charm bracelet made in pairs, sharing a deep bond. Those of the tribe share them with a close friend, cherished family member, or lifemate who holds a fanged tooth, one for each of those most trusted and loved. 🐾Small pouch holding emergency dried meat and any fresh fruit picked 🐾Small pouch of freshwater 🐾Sewing kit 🐾Small tool kit 🐾Small gold pouch 🐾A partially started personal journal 🐾A personal dear drawing hidden on his person[/hider] [color=ee82ed]Attire:[/color] [color=ee82ed]Gold Balance:[/color] 22 [color=ee82ed]Injuries:[/color] Stabbed in left shoulder, minor stab on middle left side of body, minor cut on right shoulder, blood loss [img]https://i.imgur.com/q9Hq2SQ.png[/img][/center] A controlled and timed huff and a timely flick of snow-white fluffed ears with a set of satisfying pops. A relieved sag of the shoulders, now rid of the ringing in his ears. [color=silver]“-sisted each other, friend.” [/color] Wendel’s words initially started muffled before coming through clearly, followed shortly by the faint scritching of pencil to paper; familiar and comforting in its right that the wolf yearning for his journal, lost by the bar last he left it. Lacking the strength to speak yet, he settled for nodding his head, agreeing. They, and everyone who fought the intruding threat, did so valiantly as the ship's state, while unsure, carried on despite its injuries. His ears soon flicked to the sound of footsteps and mechanical shifting, alerting him to Madam Gears' approach, offering kind words and the life-saving miracle elixir that was water. His attempt to reach up and take the offered glass was prevented due to his body feeling numb and weighed down as if his limbs were lead, the damp blood-soaked haori further pressed him down. Pain flared from his shoulders as he attempted to do so, leaving him little other choice than to have Gears help him drink. He paused when the cup was brought to his bloodied lips, reluctant as the proud wolf thought back to the small woman, the warforged, Bastion had nearly drowned in offering her water. Had she been in a similar situation of great need for water? A part of him worried about a similar treatment, but Madam Gears, being a bartender, understood drinking, though it did little to ease the embarrassment. Menzai felt that he shared in that woman’s sentiment as he drank deeply, then quenching his cotton-dry throat, droplets spilling down his chin from his greedy gulps. While taking his first big gulp, did the heavy steps of Bastion signal his exit from the bathroom, where he had been too distracted with assuaging his thirst to notice much else. Yet, He only managed half the cup before sensing and feeling unease from the dwarf behind him, a light shifting and rubbing along his back, the sound of writing having ceased, with the faintest quivering of his back only felt due to their close proximity. [color=silver]“I- Menzai… I-” [/color]He didn't get the chance to say it as a sob escaped him and then… The dwarf's words were barely said through a choked sob; a signal that something was wrong..horribly wrong, but just as the possible realization etched the wolf’s horror-stricken face, water spilling down his chin no longer noticed.* Had something to Phia?!* As Menzai turned his head with almost desperate haste to call out Wendel’s name and inquire what he saw for the positions left him with his back to the bathroom and his vision still too blurry, when- [center][color=khaki]Wendel changed. Limbs lengthened and thinned in an interesting way. Gone were his wrinkles, creaking bones, and hair of gray. Replaced with spots, flexibility, and mirth. Brown mane, sharp nails, and a jubilant rebirth. Aged eyes of experience replaced with wonder. Who is it that the cupped hands now uncover?[/color][/center] A strange sensation would be felt as the dwarf shifted in unexpected ways and the wolf, unable to get a proper look without craning his neck, and could do little else but feel where once was the shorter stocky built wall replaced by a taller piller closer to his height which indirectly made his sitting posture somewhat more comfortable. [center][color=peru]“Oooooooooooh!”[/color][/center] A wholly new voice suddenly shouted out in an enthused and bubbly manner that was unmistakably not Wendel's. And further confusing questions would follow in its wake, for not only had the person sitting behind him changed, but the fact Wendel’s scent had completely…vanished?! Save for the remnant on the journal, he couldn’t smell Wendel, nor had he sensed any semblance of him being pulled or dragged away, and yet the swap had occurred, and the way he had been wheeling as if in pain? His mind whirled, trying to make sense of what happened; had Wendel been teleported? He felt no sign of magical discharge, taking that out as an option, perhaps the magic shard? Menzai recalled catching multiple glints. Had one struck him, too? If so, had it done something to him? Yet he felt nothing from his still closed left eye, though there could also be delayed reactions, so a possibility he could not rule out. [color=peru]“Hmm… Who’s on my back? Feels kind of nice if I’m being honest. Do you do back scratches, too, or is it just this? Not complaining…” [/color] The unknown person spoke up after muttering some complaints missed in his musings; a female by the sound of their voice and her words only further confusing Menzai.” [color=ee82ed]What..back scratches? I-[/color]” The question came out in a slightly strained hoarse, the unexpected nature of her statement on top of this situation left him at a loss. Turning his head to try to glimpse the figure, but it was too blurry to make out, and doing so had him glean another peculiar note. This person was a shifter. Yet, her scent belonged to no recognizable tribe, having the wolf perplexed that some unknown shifter appeared out of the blue. [color=peru]“… My name's Minerva by the way. How's your day been, my potential back scratcher?”[/color] A slight pondering tilt of the head, unsure of what to make of this Minerva, but her bubbly and friendly nature seemed to incline her to be one in decent control of themselves with a more sunny disposition. Sensing no danger or malice from the woman as well helped put the worst assumed possibilities to rest, yet Wendel was missing something that still warranted cause for concern. And, while not pleased having a stranger sitting against him out of the blue, he begrudingly still needed the support to maintain his sitting.” [color=ee82ed]…Menzai…unpleasant.[/color]” He replied. Short and with a hint of pained irritation in his semi-heavy breathing, wishing he could manage to say more, the effort too strenuous, though out of caution, as he could not say if Minerva were easily temperamental or not.Either way, it was safer to not risk antatognizing the woman and play along for the time being. Shaking his head to clear the remaining thoughts from his mind, he turned to face where Gears had been briefly stunned as well. Curious if she had witnessed the ordeal directly; something to ask later after recovering his strength. [color=#7998ce]”What the heck are these crystals and where is Wendel? What happened…?” [/color] His ears twitched, catching Arya’s voice, bringing with it a sigh of relief upon discerning that she was well after all. When she had disappeared, he feared something had happened to her as well, confirming for him that there were indeed multiple shards, as well as her pointing out that Wendel had indeed vanished. [color=#7998ce]”...I don’t have any healing or medicine on me. Perhaps we can tourniquet her grave injuries until we find a healer?” [/color] His right eye widened and body tensed listening to Arya speak about medicine and needing a healer, disbelief nashed against his clenched teeth as he tried to reason her referring to another person, though as the dull ache at the back of his mind throbbed, he knew with a gut-sinking huff. The world went mute around him as he grappled to maintain his breathing.*[b] [color=ee82ed]W-what happened? How? It should have been naught more than a simple bathroom trip.[/color][/b]* Menzai gulped, strained, and struggled fervently to get to his feet, wanting nothing more than to rush to her side. But his body refused to listen, much to his furious dismay. Still, Menzai refused to relent, to leave Phia without any support when he knew how terrified she must be. Through stubborn refusal, the wolf forced his right hand resting against the wooden floorboards to slide and shift, using the last of his energy to barely rip the small pouch of medicine from his waist, where it tumbled from the collapsed hand onto the floor beside him. Panting without lifting his head.”[color=ee82ed] Gears, the pouch…please…I know..not much…give to…sweet Phia..please?[/color]” He coughed out with a pleading rippling blue eye shining with welled-up tears. Said through gritted teeth, exhausted, he then let his head lower, forcing himself to try and meditate, needing some way to distract himself; awakened only to find the sweet half-elf charged to protect, badly hurt…were that he could shoulder it all in her stead. [/color]