Overlord Thraka

Coyote Hustle

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Alright thank you! I just mean that in general Gharn just looks out of place, the whole tribal getup and everything. Regardless, I'll take care of it for now! Thanks again!

BTW, good choice of music! Love those Frenchies

The Room

*Horus turns his head to look at her*
Horus: Again Jillian, Taheen or not, fool or not, I won't let you hurt Iris, or by extension Hanna. Hanna deserves a chance to live, to be happy, just like anyone else. She's a mutant, that's not to be denied, but she's a good person. Her situation is terrible, but she deserves to live
*He looks at Jillian, less angry it seems*
Horus: Jillian, if you choose to deal lead, then that is your decision, but know that if you do it towards my family, I will kill you
*He doesn't look happy about it, but makes his statement clear*
Horus: And you're right, I don't know anything about the Gunslingers. Perhaps, you could teach me about them, and I could teach you about my kin. We could both learn a little more, maybe undo some of this hostility.
*Deep in his heart, Horus knows Jillian is right about all of this, but doesn't want to admit it for Iris sake, knowing that if Hanna were killed Iris would be crushed*

The Room

*He simply looks down at her, anger bright in his eyes*
Horus: She is not just some animal, she's a sentient being, that's not ending her suffering, that's murdering her.
*Horus isn't at all fazed by the pistol whip and barely moves from it. A tiny cut is opened on his face as a result. What he is surprised is that even with his superb reflexes, he didn't see it coming. "She's fast" he thinks to himself*
Horus: Girl, I am not what you seem to think.
*He towers over her, his hands ball into fists as he glares down at her*
Horus: I am no Taheen, whatever that may be. I am Horus, the Avenger, a god among men. I am over 20,000 years old. You, human, are nothing, you're fast, but you could not hope to best me, a literal God of War in any form of combat.
*He leans down again so that they're face to face. His eyes are full of anger, but he doesn't speak harshly, instead using a cold tone.*
Horus: Jillian, despite what you seem to think, Hanna is not evil, nor am I and especially not Iris. Perhaps if you weren't so quick on the draw, and thought a little more before you started waving a firearm around you might learn a thing or two about the people surrounding you. I suggest you do that before trying anything. At the very least show the intelligence to learn your supposed enemy. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make Iris something warm to drink.
*He stands straight and turns to walk towards the kitchen.*

*Tiaz glares at Be'lak*
Tiaz: Enough of this! Put her down!
*He slams his staff into the ground and a wave of earth shoots out in a circle from him, tripping up anyone nearby and knocking bits of sydney around wildly.*
Tiaz: She is mine! You will cease!

The Room

*Iris groans and sits up slightly, still holding onto Hanna*
Iris: I'm cold... did Horus go to get something warm?

*Xan frowns, which on the face of a Jaguar looks very strange indeed.*
Xan: Not human. I... I not sure I can explain in human tongue...
*She turns back to human, still frowning and thinking hard. After a minute or so she speaks again, slow and unsure of her words*
Xan: It like... I two parts. One part like human, one part like beast... I become like beast when I want, or like human when I want.

*Horus was looking rather happy before Jillian spoke. Upon her question his slight smile vanishes*
*He looks down at her, face grim and rather sorrowful*
Horus: The girl you speak of, she hates herself just as much as you seem to. Trust me if you can, she's not eating that by choice. She's a victim of a evil, evil man. Yes, she was made a weapon, but it was hardly her choice. Now she's doing her best to live peacefully, at least as peacefully as someone with her needs can.
*He shakes his head sadly*
Horus: We have tried feeding her any number of things, but she can only eat humans or near humans. It's the only thing that can sustain her. I don't know how or why, otherwise I'd be doing my best to help her.
*He then looms over Jillian and leans close to her before speaking softly, but in a tone that shows he means every word*
Horus: And if you ever so much as lay one f$*#ing finger on my wife, I'll pop your head like a grape between my fingers.
*His look is beyond intense, possibly something dangerous to even give Jillian pause as the ancient being makes clear how he regards threats against his beloved*
Horus: Are we clear girl?

Coyote Hustle

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Errr... Nuffin' fer Gharn den? I didn't wanna NPC none of the tavern folk without yer permission first, but I kinda think there'd be a little reaction? No shirt no shoes no service kinda thing at least?

Not complaining or anything, just wonderin'. Lemme know what's up when you get th' chance

The Room

*Horus nods, not at all fazed by Hanna biting herself*
Horus: Very well... I'll get Iris her drink and then see to the body.
*He nods once and goes to make tea*
*Iris looks up at Hanna and smiles dazedly, still concussed*
Iris: M-morning....

*Xan nods, frowns and thinks perhaps it would be better to show Zeta. She follows after her, taps her on the shoulder to get her attention and looks at her*
Xan: Here, I show you!
*She transforms into her Werejaguar form, growing to 7ft tall, muscles expanding and head shifting into that of a Jaguar's*
Xan: See!? Strongbeast!

The Room

*Tiaz growls and kicks a few more chunks together*
Tiaz: She weak without weapons. Spirit strong though. Even no I cannot control fully.
*He glares at Be'Lak*
Tiaz: What kind of creature do you suppose I want to be?
*His glare intensifies*
Tiaz: And what did you gift her. Answer me and you may go unharmed.

The Room

*Just as Horus is about to incinerate Hugo's body he gets an idea. He returns to Hanna and whispers so as not to wake Iris*
Horus: Hanna, I was about to burn that body, but could you use it for food?
*Iris stirs slightly and her eyes crack open*
Iris: Hot chocolate... or coffee... or tea... hot drink... cold....

*A voice growls at Be'lak*
Tiaz: Who be you that harm my thrall?
*He looks down at the chunks of sydney and kicks a few together so they start knitting*

The Room

*Horus sighs, very gently lifts Hanna and places her next to Iris, then goes off to burn the body of Hugo in the morgue's crematorium*

*Iris shivers slightly as Horus's warmth leaves, but snuggles up tightly to Hanna. She's got a large bruise over the left half of her face and her eye has swollen shut*

Coyote Hustle

Gharn is woken by the shouts of "Stowaways!"
He jerks away from his position under several tarpaulins, placed in over a large amount of cargo in the hold to keep it dry. The young Werebeast rubs his eyes sleepily and sits up, his head making a obvious motion in the tarp.
"Look dere! Anuvva one! C'mon lads! Dis one won' get away!" shouts a sailor as he sees the shift in the tarp
Several sailors rush to the piles of tarps and yank them off. Gharn squints and shields his eyes from the light as he yawns.
"Well, well, well, O've we got 'ere?!" shouts the rough looking man.
"Go away human." grumbles Gharn as he fixes the men with a glare from startling blue eyes.
"Ohhh! Dis'un finks hisself 'igh and mighty eh! We'll show him! C'mon lads! The cap'n don't need 'im conscious!"
The man yanks a short club from his belt and leaps towards Gharn, grinning and yelling as the other men make haste to follow his example.

Gharn growls and seems to swell in size. His ribcage cracks and expands, his arms grow longer as his shoulders broaden. His jaw malforms and thick yellow fur sprouts all over his body. His fingernails shift to claws and his jaw cracks as his teeth change shape into wicked canines. His spine lengthens as he sprouts a tail and his legs shift with a teeth-grinding noise into those of a giant cat.

The man's club bounces harmlessly off of Gharn's forearm as he blocks the blow casually. The other men take several sharp steps back as the club-owner wets himself in fear, the giant were-lion towering over him, growling in annoyance.
"I SAID. LEAVE. ME. ALONE."
"Y-y-yer trespassin'! Y'ain't s'posed to be down 'ere wifout payin'" the man squeaks. His ability to speak up to the terrifying creature before him shows his courage as he does his best not to mess his pants any further.

Gharn pauses to consider the statement and nods once. "I mean not dis-ree-spekt. I leave now. Not bother you again."
He calmly strides past the man who faints on the spot. One of the bravest crew members grabs Gharn's arm as he passes
"Hold it! You'z gotta com wif us!" his voice trembles but his grip is firm. Gharn slowly turns his head to the man and backhands him, sending him into a stack of barrels. "No human. I not go with you. Better things have I to do." he calmly walks out of the lowest deck, up towards the light of the sun. As his head rises from the hatch leading to the lower decks the crewmembers stop and stare at him in shock. He nods once to a few of them and calmly walks down the ramp to the docks and into the city.

Once out of sight of the ship he changes back to human form and walks along the cobbles, taking in the amazing sights of the city he's never seen before. "So this is civilization" he mutters to himself, pondering a display of clocks in a shop window. "Odd. Humans very odd."
He hears some jolly sounding hornpipe music from the nearby tavern and thinks to himself "Boneflutes! It has been too long since I heard their music!" and walks into the tavern. The sight of a young man, half-naked and tattooed, wearing leather breeches and a giant sword on his back seems to attract some attention...