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[sub]Location: Aelios Temple Hot Springs[/sub]
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Ivor’s eyes shot open in surprise as he saw a ball of fur fly at the man he was addressing. With barely a moment to turn, let alone process, the little man he’d just given his clothing to was now back in the water. Aurelians were certainly still strange to the blightborn, it left him scratching his head, wondering if the little man was just too cold that furs were not warm enough. Having grown up in the snowy and treacherous terrain all his life, Ivor felt no discomfort, regardless of his transformation. When the first Aurelians came, it amused the giant to no end how weak to the cold everyone was; now it was just concerning.

Other voices stirred Ivor from his thoughts as he turned to look at both the little man and sudden newcomer. Ivor beamed as he instantly recognized the face of Rider, though to his credit it was difficult to forget someone who once needed his aid. [color=9a45dc]“Rider! Good to be seeing-”[/color]

[b]"This is a crone-free area! No witches are allowed! Purse-phony Coarse-Swine!"[/b]

[color=bc8dbf]“...do you need a blanky… or a pop of shine for your sore gums?”[/color]

Ivor’s eyes narrowed as he watched the verbal exchange between the two. The giant knew he was rather large in both presence and voice, but this little man- [i]Marcus Ale Rainfort[/i], despite his size, took loud to a whole new and rather derogatory level. In an oddly adorable way, this Marcus reminded Ivor of an old goat he once tended to in his youth. Loud, obnoxiously so, would spit up often, but he’d startle at the sight of his own shadow. Ivor wondered briefly at what it would take to have the little goat braying all the way home.

[b]"You. Igor! You find priestess. Bring me her towel! Understood?![/b]

The little guy could certainly project…did he say something about a life debt? Who was he even yelling at now? Before Ivor had a chance to think, the answer presented itself in the form of Syraea. The blightborn woman was being as kind and sociable as ever, although something seemed different about her interaction with Marcus. She seemed interested in him and also not at the same time…even as blightborn he didn’t fully understand the wiles of women.

The snow crunched beside him as the tall Lunarian approached. The man returned Ivor’s furs before taking a moment to apologize in advance. Ivor raised a brow as the man turned away and began walking towards the pool of water, doffing his gear and smallclothes as he gave an impassioned diatribe. As he spread himself in glory for all to see, Ivor couldn’t help but burst out laughing, clapping in applause, [color=9a45dc]“Yessss! Very Good! Let it all hang out!”[/color]

Quickly the tone shifted from devious fun to deathly anxious and Ivor witnessed something he thought he only experienced. The man’s shape began to morph, muscle and bone shifted, hair turned into dense fur. Ivor watched entranced, envious, knowing that whatever magicks was involved here made the transformation look more natural and seem to feel far less painful than anything he endured. The tonal shift in the wolf-man’s voice snapped the giant out of it and within a few large strides he was on the creature.

Before allowing it to pounce in the water Ivor’s mitt shot out and clenched at the direwolf’s scruff, a dense thicket of fur and loose skin. With all his might he hoisted the wolf up in one motion, managing to break high enough to wrap both his arms around the body of the beast. The wolf was heavy, a writhing mass of muscle that was bigger than Ivor and just as strong as he was. Whatever grip the blightborn had on the creature wasn’t going to last long, but ideally long enough to at least get him out of the springs.

[color=9a45dc]“Ivor think that is enough for today,”[/color] his body turned the wolf away as his head turned towards Ayel, [color=9a45dc]“Mr. Marcus, it was good to be meeting you today, I believe this,”[/color] he hoisted the wolf up to get a better grip, [color=9a45dc]“should cover Ivor’s life debt, but he is needed elsewhere and Ivor needs to cut wood for fire.”[/color] The snarling man…wolf…wolf man clearly did not like Ivor’s manhandling at all, [color=9a45dc]“Argh, easy, easy now! Ivor has to go, but be safe, stay warm, good to be seeing you Rider! Say hello to Agnar!”[/color] He briefly turned and nodded to Persephone, then shouted in his native tongue, his voice echoing off the rocks, [color=9a45dc][i]“Syraea! I’m off to get the wood! See you back at the Eye!”[/i][/color] All the while he began to walk away, struggling to hold the Lunarian direwolf still long enough as the two disappeared through the mist and into the woods.
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[sub]Interacting with: Ayel [@Dezuel], Valthyr [@Fetzen], Sya & Persephone [@PrinceAlexus][/sub]