[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] [@potter] Arya/Stella Mentions: [@oso] Bastion [@princess] Phia [@funnyguy] Minerva/Miris [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 🐾Dark Crystal Shard-left Eye[/hider] [color=ee82ed]Attire:[/color] [color=ee82ed]Gold Balance:[/color] 27 [color=ee82ed]Injuries:[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/q9Hq2SQ.png[/img][/center] [color=gray] The wolf remained still beneath the eagle’s warning stare, his gaze split between studying the ruffled bird and the distressed tiefling. The intensity of the bird’s need to protect, an experience he had encountered on numerous hunts, whether a wounded animal or a mother protecting its young. Patience worked best in such cases; the pirates' looming presence added a pressure of haste. Yet, an impatient itch to check on Phia persisted; the thought of her left alone with Minerva refused to sit well with him. [color=#77adff]”Thank you, Menzai. I do appreciate it.” [/color]A touch of her soft words and gentle fingers embracing his in unexpected acceptance helped to steady his focus back to Arya where he received a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. [color=#77adff]”I will accept your company. Ms. Stella will also,” [/color] Menzai gave a reassuring, gentle squeeze, accompanied by a faint, solemn smile in return. Shortly after, he then felt a light tug signaling to stand with her, rising with an almost quiet rustling grace.” [color=ee82ed]My..our company is yours for as long as you have need of it, Lady Arya, Miss Stella.[/color]” Nodding once more, satisfied to see the tiefling mood improve or well enough to carry on despite the ongoing strenuous situation. Like Arya, he took in the scene, observing the captain being threatened with a gun, nearly growling his distaste, when his ears flicked, catching a familiar voice. [color=peru] “Yo ho ho! Ahoy!! Peaches Minerva speaks!” [/color] White canine ears perked up with dreaded alertness; a part of him not wanting to believe it at first. [color=peru] “Me and me bestest matey, Sweet Phia…” [/color] His body tensed and trembled in utter disbelief.*[b][color=ee82ed] No…surely the peach-doused feline would not dare…revealing Phia’s name…[/color][/b]* He stared blankly with one open eye. [color=peru]“We will parley with your Pirate Prince!” [/color] With every continued word uttered by the sickly bubbly shifter, the more his eye almost cracked and fumed within the eye socket, a crimson glint expressing the snarling wolf’s constrained fury, only matched by his growing concern for Phia. Just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the damn talkative shifter volunteered and advertised the half-elf; regret and frustration etched his face with a huff of disbelief at the sight of her hand being raised after prattling like this was some kind of game. He felt a growing urge to pounce or tackle Minerva; anything to silence her, and started to take a step forward. As he did so, he felt his shoulder brush against another; turning his head where he saw and was reminded of Arya’s close presence. In a cooling rush, whatever feral fury he felt was quickly dissipated with a hushed, ashamed sigh. With it, the urge to rush to Phia’s side was buried as well; little good it would do and more likely risk conflict breaking out. This left the wolf little choice but to wait for her question to be asked, while the thought of her meeting with this pirate prince rankled the wolf. [color=#30a4d9]“If she goes…” [/color]He said, his voice carrying louder than expected. [color=#30a4d9]“I go.”[/color] Hearing Bastion’s voice momentarily took him aback; again, the warforged had offered his aid for Phia and did so without hesitation. His gaze shifted to the bronze giant with a look and nod of appreciation; more he wanted to say, but for now, this would have to suffice. [color=#f97fca]"I am going to ask that you do not hurt our captain again. " [/color] Menzai’s ears flicked at the half-elf’s question, more to say it was a request and hardly a surprising one to the wolf. She never could sit back in the face of unnecessary violence. While he approved her goal, doubtful they had any inclination or intention to play nice…not without reason. As he pondered to himself, he had shifted his gaze to briefly check the passengers, as he did so, he could feel the faint rumbling of the ship engine humming deep within the ship’s wreck beneath his feet. Then, a quick roaming scan of the pirates before settling on the captain, his brows furrowing with an idea. “[color=ee82ed] Lady Arya.[/color]” Turning to whisper to her.”[color=ee82ed] There is something I wish to try. Please stay behind me, or if such need arises, behind Bastion.[/color]” He gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. The wolf then stepped forward.” [color=ee82ed]May I interject? Forgive the interruptions.[/color]” Briefly peeking in Phia’s direction before turning his attention to the collapsed captain, taking in the man’s contorted face beaded in pain.”[color=ee82ed] As time seems to be of most importance due to this ship’s rather fragile state. Can you feel the rumblings?[/color]” Glancing back at the ship, where the thrumming of magic was firing and sparking loosely throughout its damaged decks.” With that said, searching the ship even with your crew may prove too ineffectual. And here you hold the captain, the very man who knows all its secrets.[/color]” Pausing to share a look with the captain, frowning, uncertain if this would work.” [color=ee82ed] perhaps a suggestion? An offer to ensure those on this ship go unharmed, then what treasures are held on this great vehicle, the captain may be more willing to part with.[/color] He spoke cooly, displeased by having to make such a suggestion, though he knew arguing and resisting would only serve to rile up their excitement. Menzai lifted his gaze to peer off at the watery horizon, searching.”[color=ee82ed] With such a visible crash, chances other such sharks caught whiff of blood in the water. Such as your crew has, further adding to the need for haste. That is, if you wish to contend with rival crews and our resistance if further harm befalls the innocents?[/color]” Said in a cooly casual manner. [/color]