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[[Aw. I was so looking forward to it. But seriously, she wouldn't... not YET anyway.]]

*The hooded thing gave a swift nod and then, without a further word, turned to Carrtagh who spat in her face as he spoke. "Who the ruddy hell are you?" One scarred finger was held to his lips, softly, almost lovingly. It went to his neck where Itheloth lay, in a sort of sign for Thornwhistle to release the albino. What the... Carrtagh was standing there, glaring, the whole while, claws digging into the wooden floor.*

[[WHEEEE. I have fun confusing people.]]

((*mind implodes* dont do that!))

((oh fudge...))

Thornwhistle, somewhat confused, lifted Nameless's blade from the wolf's neck. He stepped back from the albino, limping slightly on his right hoof where the gash lay.

((hey Eo, you told me to join so here i am))

Name:Ielana Ramhorn
Age:17 or so
Gender:female
Species (IE human, felitaur, wolf-furre):um...ask Eo. She has a gray dog body and head with swirly blue markings on her face, ears, neck, arms, legs, feet, and tail(sir isaac went crazy again). She has ramhorns, and gold wings. (sorry Eo, Sir Isaac took away the human head and added big wings) She also has violet eyes, and aqua hair.
Posessions:Aquis, her sword. It is a lightweight thin sword, with a spider on thee hilt. She wears a dress that is half dark blue and half white, with slits to he upper thighs. A purple rope hangs around her waist and sleeves are bound to her arms with ribbon.(they match the dress)
Other:She is very weary of others and does not trust many.

Ielana opened the door to the tavern slightly and slipped inside. She kept one hand on Aquis' hilt and rushed to a corner to observe what was happening. Ielana stared at the wolf's cloak and she spat with disgust when she figured out what it was made of. "Filthy creature" she muttered irratibly under her breath. Her grip tightened on Aquis as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She didn't care about most wolves, but this one worried her. Just don't look around, she thought. Just don't look around at me.

((:evil: i did, didn't i? I can't help it, I like swirly blue markings, especially on your characters!))

[[Oak has swirly blue markings too And tis called a Totetsu.]]

*The hooded figure gently stroked Carrtagh's neck and cheek... She drew back, as if to lower the hood and kiss him. One arm withdrew - and then punched him clear to the bar. "You smurf!" cried the voice from under it. "What you did to Athrin will be nothing compared to what I will do to you." A sword was swiftly drawn and just as swiftly did the thing advance towards Carrtagh, tattered cape trailing upon the floor. An emerald at the pommel gleamed with a deathly shine.*

*Carrtagh had been struck speechless, but at the punch regained his senses. He charged, with both swords, towards the shadowed figure. She flew - straight over his head - and grabbed ahold of the cape. The cape stared back. Eye sockets gaping... jaw agape in agony. Before he could turn around, the hooded one pulled the cape tight, tight around his neck, the paws of a child, an innocent, constricting Carrtagh's breathing.*

[Whoah...so many blue markings...]

Gildra's jaw drapped to the floor, about less than a foot away. This was turning out to be as deadly as it was in part invigorating. Anka was leaving him alone, which was nice. He considered Anka, a partial friend, and didn't want to have to scare him off like he did the last 59 friends. They always grew too concerned and that made him have to leave them.

Anka decided to leave him for now, he was becoming too defensive now. Anka felt there was something very deep troubling Gildra. Hebrushed his long brown hair from his eyes and decided to watch the wolf and hooded figure. If the wolf got on the wrong side of her he'd be in trouble.

Nunaamre had backed away from the wolf when the hooded figure came in and started stroking him, ((he he )) when the hooded figure punched him, he jumped slightly. "There is definitley something wrong with girls these days," he thought probably not for the last time. He watched the battle for what seemed only 3 seconds when a rabbit-furre blasted everyone. Nunaamre was far enough back to only have felt a small breeze, but the wolf had fell over and was already getting up. The hooded figure seemed unfazed. "Im going to be sleeping for a long while after this"

"I'm sick of this PETTY BICKERING! Now you either take this OUTSIDE OR SORT IT!" Anka had lost his temper. He knew he'd probably just gotten himself into trouble, but he was still quite hot headed and didn't care, after all they probably couldn't use any magic he could. He was now standing in the middle of the room most eyes upon him...

Ishka squeaked in dissent, once more covering her face. Fighting, fighting, why must they fight?

She assumed the main cause was because of a grudge. A grudge that had been there for seven years.

"Forgive and forget," she squeaked out softly, so soft that she could barely hear it. With a slight shudder, she looked back up, awaiting what would happen next.

Thornwhistle's wings furled out to keep himsel from falling over by the blast. He looked back at the rabbit. "At the risk of sounding childish," he said, "I am not the one who started this brawl." He stood with his right hoof off the floor, as not to affect the slash any more.

Gildra had the brilliant idea to try and give the wolf a hug. It just might make the wolf feel better about his life and possibly stop turning the tavern into a battleground. However, this idea vanished at the sight of the claws he had somehow not noticed.

Gildra voiced, "Would somebody please tell me what's going on?"

He knew full well that possibly nobody would but it was just fun to ask random questions and get no answers.

((*waits for Eo to arrive...*))
"Are you all QUITE finished then?" Anka shouted at all of them. He didn't know what had made him stand up but he knew what was keeping him there his legs had turned into steel. He couldn't move them no matter how hard he tried.