Ren Yo / M / 20 / Tradesman / Mentions: Nala, Dreyvon,

Ren woke early in the morning. He had already gotten himself ready and finished packing up. As a frigate bird, before the sun could be spotted rising over the land, he had flown to the stables. To his surprise, only Dreyvon was there. Ren, still in his bird form, alighted onto one of the stalls. The horses were still there. … Where’s Nalaea?

He looked around but couldn’t spot the girl. Quickly, he shifted to his human form, dropping off his luggage beside the stall and writing a quick note. “I’m going out to the lake to refill my water pouches, don’t leave without me-I’ll be back very soon!” He tried to hide the desperate tone in the note as he attached it to one of the wooden poles. Quickly, he grabbed what was left of his water pouches and shifted back into his bird form. The winds were strong as he took flight, only sending him with greater speed as he ascended. It started to get nasty-the winds hissing and tossing, slightly throwing Ren off balance. A large gust had pushed him further into the sky, with his wingspan he couldn’t descend further. Quickly, he shifted into his human form, the empty pouches gripped tightly into his mouth as he tumbled out of the sky. Once he was low enough, he shifted back into his bird form, just making it towards the ground. As he tumbled forward, he shifted back, rolling forward and getting a good grip.

He pushed back loose, thick deep rich red locks behind his ear as he sat up, slightly dazed by what he had done. Pebbly stones had tumbled from where he sat. If it weren’t for him stopping himself when he did, he would have already tumbled into the lake. With a half-hearted chuckle, he dipped the pouches into the water. He placed one hand back to what he thought was going to be a rough pebbly shore, but instead his hand was accompanied by soft clothes. He managed to finish dipping the pouch into the water as he looked over. … Clothes? Ren lifted an eyebrow. They seemed familiar…

He looked out to the lake, swearing he had spotted some movement. Probably the salmon. Ren shrugged it off and dipped the water into his mouth. Before he could swallow it, he heard something. At first, it was fuzzy ears plopping from the lake, then it turned. To his horror-yet delight, it shifted into a female. He looked down at the pouch of water he had just dipped into the lake, then back to the girl. She was moving towards the other side of the lake. Her hair, over her shoulder in a braid. Immediately, Ren’s heart sped up. His face turning as red as his hair before he began to choke on the water. He dropped the pouch in his hand as it scattered on the pebbles and held a hand to his throat. He tried not to cough, to interrupt the girl which he had now figured was Nala, but it just came out in terrifying snorts and sneezes. He managed to get all the water out of him.

His face felt hot-too hot. He quickly splashed the lake water onto it-but then stopped. Wait… Her clothes are right there… A perverted grin crossed his face in a flash, but he hid it as he peered through the clothing. Yup. That was all of it. That means the water I just splashed on my face was contaminated with pure woman! Ren couldn’t help it- he couldn’t help but be attracted to curvy features or any features. The horrifying part in this all was that he already agreed to accompany her on her trip. He couldn’t even squeak out a couple of words. His face felt like it was on fire, his heart would beat too fast to think, he scattered back on the pebbles. Shit! Dreyvon is going to kill me! Fear struck him. Even though Ren was fairly taller than the man, he seemed more powerful than him. And a bobcat could easily hunt down a frigatebird nonetheless a human. Especially a panther.

He flopped one of his hands over his eyes, yet purposely folded one slightly downward so he could see a hint of what was going on. “I-I Didn’t see anything- I swear!” He managed to blurt out words as he scuttled backward. Forget Dreyvon. She’s going to eat me alive.

Horace Umbra / M / 23 / Fisherman / Polar Bear / Mentions: His father, The mayor, James(NPC)

Horace aroused from his sleep. The cries and howls of the wind pushing against their cabin had made him clear of the weather. He waited till the sun rose to officially get out of his bed and get ready for the day. Slipping on his cloak and ruffling his black hair back, Horace managed to wake his dad. “Huh?” His dad grunted, waking up to the shoulder tap. “Day already?” His father huffed in irritation before getting out of his bed. “How much did that horse cost ya?” His father asked as he pulled on a fur coat. “200 silver, along with the reins and wagon, I’m able to store the mare at the barn for the nights,” Horace nodded to his father. “That’s cheap, oh well,” His father flung his hand in the air before scratching his beard. “I’ll go talk to the mayor,” Horace walked out of the house. “Go ahead and start heading towards the lake, I’ll bring the horse along with me,” He walked outside, pulling on his boots before heading towards the Mayor’s domain. He clenched his fists and knocked against the wood door. “Hello?” Horace called out, hoping for an answer.

*Short* I forgot the Mayor's name so I just put 'mayor' c:

Ren Yo / M / 20 / Tradesman / Mentions: Nala, Dreyvon,

He wasn’t able to catch anything. She had turned into a panther before he got to see anything good. He flipped his hand from himself as he saw her go behind a bush. Only a few moments later did she come out dressed. His blush started to die down from his skin as a low growl escaped the female panther. “Trust me, I didn’t see anything,” A curved smile hinted at his lie as the female got closer. “Color?” Ren knew the color. In fact, he even knows it was shaped like a feline cat. “I didn’t pay attention to that-“ Ren caught his lips and restated that sentence. “I- not like I was focusing on something else-“ He gulped back. He was focusing on something else.

To her reply, he couldn’t help but release another large smile. “Well-“ She cut him off before he could finish it. He could see embarrassment flush her cheeks pink. Hah! I’m not the only one! “That’s not fair,” He replied as she shifted back into a panther. “If you say me-Uh, like that then I’d still be called out,” Ren placed a hand on the back of his neck, trying to somewhat defend himself. “Take that back, I’ll take you up on that,” He held up a finger, believing it was best that Dreyvon did not know this. He felt the soft prick of a whisker along his cheek, instantly getting up to his feet. He locked eyes with hers, trying his best to flush down the remaining red on his cheeks. “L-lets get those horses, yea?” A nervous laugh formed on him. He only hoped she continued to feel remorse for this pitiful desperate man.

Maximillian Trujillu / M / 28 / Hunter / Mentions: Killian (NPC) Dreyvon

Max ended up making it to the blacksmith’s shop. The man had long, straight black hair and rugged short features. “I need you to mend this- do what you want with this amount,” Max tossed a pouch full of silver coins onto his table. He didn’t seem to mind the fair price. He then pulled out the obsidian sword, along with all its shards and pieces. He seemed irritated that Max had brought so many shards, yet he agreed to the terms. “I’ll be back to pick it up, I hear you are a great blacksmith around these parts,” Max closed his eyes and let out a soft smile. He actually didn’t hear anything, he just wanted the blacksmith to work harder.

He exited the shop, making his way towards the stables. Max couldn’t wait for his reunion with his precious yak. He could imagine it in his head; Yak, tumbling towards Max as he leaps in for a hug. His hands straining through Yak’s golden locks and tufts. He loved that beast with a passion. He had gotten Yak as a calf, and raised him. Many years they had spent together. A curved smile appeared on his face. He couldn’t help the light hearted feeling for his good ole friend. It took a while at his pace, but eventually Max made it into the stalls, spotting Dreyvon feeding the animals and talking to them. “I’m here to pick up my Yak,” Max told the man sternly, blunt, short. He unlocked the stall and whistled an order for his yak to walk outside of it.

The yak but it’s head into Max’s shoulder, sending him to topple a ways off. Max landed a hard smack on his head and ruffled the locks ontop. “I missed ya two buddy-who’s a good boy? Who’s a good-“ He cleared his throat, locking eyes with the other man in the room as he heaved the saddle onto the yak’s back. Eventually, he tacked up his luggage, tugging on the reins for support before leading his yak out with caution. He had already paid the people, so he left without saying anything. Once he was a good meter away from the farm, he hopped on top of his yak, leaning in and wrapping his arms around his chest area, ruffling its chest fluff. It seemed to enjoy it with loud huffs.

Artem blinked himself back into the real world. He was continuously finding himself drifting into his head when he should’ve been more alert. He was seated cross legged against a tree with his bow across his legs. He allowed his fingers to trace the intricate designs on the bow for a brief moment. His eyes trailed toward the morning sky. Yeah, he should probably get moving.

Artem didn’t like remaining in one spot for too long, it was simply unnerving. It felt like whoever was after them could find the, easier. That was possibly true, but Artem was a little too paranoid Anyhow. Artem rose to his feet and fixed the lower fabric for his mouth and flipped up his hood to cover his wild curls. After adjusting his weopans on his back, he began moving.

He had been through these parts millions of times it seemed. Up ahead was a crisp lake that he occasionally went to. He wasn’t too dirty at the moment, but he’d still drop by the location. After all he was just roaming.

He made it to the lake and started scoping for any bushes that would be beneficial for his stay. He was surprised when he saw a few silver coins laying on the ground. The forest ground. Someone had been out here. Artem didn’t feel much shame when he went to get the shillings, he was a thief. He did feel a little ashamed when he was taken off his feet.

Ren Yo / M / 20 / Tradesman / Mentions: Nala, Dreyvon,

He heard Nalaea catching up to him as she slipped on her boots. By now, only his cheeks had the faint pink leaving them. He didn’t want Dreyvon to see any blush from either of them. “I still wish to go,” Ren ruffled his hair once more nervously. He tried not to sound like he was coming on to her. He eyed her in the corner of his vision. Why’d she have to word that so weirdly? Ren wanted to make a few flirty comments, but he was too clumsy to even form one. Once she gave him that wink though, he immediately looked in the opposite direction. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it.

“I’m honestly fine with staying as a bird, I’ve stayed as one for multiple days on end. I’ll probably shift back into my normal form when we decide to stop,” He made sure he was whispering, in case that ‘Maximillian’ was still here looking for his big ass tank of a beast. “Trust me I do,” Ren gave out a smile, showing his abnormally fanglike fangs on the sides of his mouth. He held out a thumbs-up but then immediately formed it into a fist when he smelt the man had passed by here. He couldn’t go jumping to conclusions, after all, that shifter was in a wolf form and he did steal the pouch from his yak. But those skills don’t just come from nowhere…

He flinched as he felt fingers grazing his arm. He quivered his lip into a curved position. He couldn’t handle it when someone flirted with him. Red flushed his cheeks once more and he edged a bit away from Nalaea to cool down. “I left my luggage at the stables,” Oh… crap. The note. “Let me go get it first!” Ren jumped up, forming into a bird midair and dove towards the stables. It only took him seconds until he arrived. He ripped the note from the pole. ‘Don’t leave without me’ So desperate. He crumbled it into his hands and stuffed it in one of his bags. He then heaved the bags over his shoulders. “Dreyvon must’ve taken care of you guys already,” Ren laughed. He didn’t dare touch one.

Ren was always afraid of beasts that had more power than him. Especially when they were so silent… Anything from a goose to a bear, he dared not go near. But the thought of traveling with someone forced his fears to get closer to them. I guess one could call him cowardly, but given his experiences, it’s just his mind that mistakes them for terrible creatures. Ren flashed back to that one time as a kid, it was far in the south, tropical and sunny. Just how he liked it. He didn’t learn to shift then, but he was chasing a couple of geese. One turned around and hissed. First of all-he didn’t know they had teeth. Second, they could hiss. It charged at him with bloodthirsty eyes. Ren remembered screaming and running off but the goose tackled him and gave him good scars to remember not to go near a goose.

Another time as a child, he tried to ride one of the village horses. It bucked him off and he ended up slamming against the wood and breaking his arm. Bad memories. Bad choices. He didn’t ever want to ride a horse, nor pet a goose. He had many childhood memories with experiences with animals, which is why he doesn’t travel with any.

Maximillian Trujillu / M / 28 / Hunter / Mentions: Artem

Max was just playing with his yak when he saw something different about the lake. There was something wiggling in the trees. “See that Yak? We caught one!” Max whistled to his yak, and it started tumbling towards the man who got caught. “You can have a little fun,” Max dismounted the yak as it started to poke the stranger with its horns. He squinted his eyes at the guy. He seemed familiar. He snatched the coins off the ground and tossed them in his pouch. “You again? Why it’s been a while!” Max chuckled and placed his hands on his hips. “Yak, go cut the rope.” The yak seemed disappointed as it huffed and lumbered over to the rope, then bit it in a snap.

Max gripped onto the cloak and flopped it over the man’s curly features. “Why Artem, long time no see, yea? What are ya doing in these parts?” Max grinned, landing his arm over his shoulders and pulling him in closer. The scar on his face had started to grow skin over it, but it was still visible that it was new. “This is a trap for a shifter, not for the likes of an ole drinking buddy,” Max chuckled. The short time he had spent with Artem was when he was on the road. The man seemed to come out of nowhere. They talked for a bit, and Max really enjoyed their conversation.

He didn’t know what he enjoyed about it, probably because he was drunk at the time, but he did remember laughing and nodding along. Max patted Artem’s back. “Seriously, what are you doing at Fellyern? Or whatever this place is called,” Max curved his lips in a smile. This was the first person he actually somewhat knew that had been in Fellborn.

Maximillian Trujillu / M / 28 / Hunter / Mentions: Artem

The man seemed odd. More aware-more alert than the last time they spoke. “I’ve been fine,” Max scratched his head as the quivering man beside him seemed oddly cautious. “Does it now? The only thing I spot was a winery a couple of meters from the village, other than that, the blacksmith doesn’t seem to be the most skilled I’ve seen,” Max huffed. He had been all around the world, made many friends, and many enemies. “I didn’t even know this place existed until I heard shifters were welcomed here. No wonder they kept low! Why are you hanging around a shifter town anyway? You could be mistaken from one given your looks. You’re lucky it was my trap and not someone else's,” Max was taller than Artem. There was also a large age gap, but he seemed somewhat fun to hang around with.

“Oh, I was required or hired to come here to exterminate the shifter pests, the other villages are describing them as terrible scavengers and thieves who threaten everything in their path. From what I’ve seen, they’re cautious and irritating. I just killed a bear shifter, yesterday actually,” Max pointed to the scar on his rugged face. “The wimp gave me this before I impaled a blade through his heart. His corpse is still there, he said something about me killing his father-but oh well,” Max blurted out words. He was quite social to people he knew. “I was going to skin his bear form but he turned into a human before I could, I don’t think a human corpse would sell for much,” Max lifted his hands to the back of his head, glancing over at his yak.

“He was so enraged that I had slaughtered his father, but it’s my job, ya know? Anyway, he seemed to be seeing red and not thinking straight-or shifters are really just that terrible at combat. Anywho, have you seen any shifters around these parts?” Max let a hand rest on his yak’s horn. Now, his yak seemed to be more frustrated at Artem. Last time, he had also fed his yak some alcohol, but it was still quite irritated the last time Artem and Max met. “Odd, he only gets like this around shifters,” Max eyed Artem over. He couldn’t be a shifter… Could he? “How exactly did you stumble upon my trap? Thought the silver was an easy grab?” Max started to frown. Suspicious thoughts peering at his eyes. He squinted looking the male over. He was fearful. Even if he tried to hide it. “How about we go for a drink, yeah?” Max handed out a pouch full of alcohol to the boy. Even though one hand was occupied, Max had another ready to get the ax from under his yak. Any sudden moves would trigger his yak to trample the boy. “Careful now, Yak seems pretty wary of you,” Max grunted. His demeanor changed in seconds.