<blockquote class="uncited"><div> "That's a good one," he remarks. "Push you overboard? Someone roughly my size? Standing next to a wolf the size of a horse? I'd have to be suicidal - I'd get bit right in half! Probably wouldn't even succeed at toppling you over, either. Not a very good plan, little chance of success and all I get out of it is a much unwanted tour of the insides of a wolf." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>For just the briefest of moments, Eruin was even starting to get uncomfortable. He hardly wanted such a simple little game to break out into a fight, yet it was as good a way as any to judge the mentality of city-folk. A bit of a tall tale, a humorous situation, and see what was made of it.<br/><br/>When Theron's humor finally seems to win over his sense of justice, Eruin relaxes visibly - as does Rea, though not quite to the same extent. Her fur remains slightly bristled, and the baleful glare she gave the german shepard could have melted stone, but at the very least she seems to relax.<br/><br/>Patting the enormous she-wolf's side to further comfort her, Eruin manages another smile - this one far more friendly than his last "Bite you in half? Naah, Rea wouldn't do that. She's too soft and gentle."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ Yeah, Right. Soft and gentle as a bristle-patch. ~</span>Came the fully expected response, along with just a bit of foul temper. Eruin could tell real fast - she was already not enjoying the little trip to the city. Still, a bit of food and a lot of rest would mean the world to them both - soon as they got off this damn boat.<br/><br/>"Besides" Eruin continues, trying to add just a bit more humor to the situation. Just how successful he might be is certainly up for debate, though.. "Rea prefers her meals just a little more wiggly. You know, I normally charge for a tour of Rea's insides, but if you really wanted me to, I could cut you a deal, half-price. Heck, I like you, I'd even let you take the tour for free. I'd even give you a tour guide. Course, I'm not going in with you, but I'd not mind shouting..."<br/><br/>In the light of Eruin's own special brand of humor, Rea's fur finally settles back down, showing her ease once more. The somewhat confused expression with which she looks at Eruin was almost comical in and of itself<span style="font-style: italic">~ Tour. Of me? You are such an idiot, that's not even funny. ~</span><br/><br/>The jab causes Eruin's ears to perk, his head swiveling towards his enormous lupine companion<span style="font-style: italic">~ Hey! I thought it was funny! Besides, he brought it up. What, you don't WANT to eat him? ~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. Actually, two horses. Again. Maybe I should give you the tour instead of him. I don't charge at all. Don't worry, it's a short trip. Eight to twelve hours long, and the ride is over. ~</span><br/><br/>A faint smirk paints Eruin's muzzle - this was going to be such a fun trip. Getting to see the sights, and poke fun at Rea the entire time...<span style="font-style: italic">~ Tell you what. You crawl down my throat - we'll let you take the trip first. When you get back, you can let me know how much you liked it. Now, don't say I never gave you anything. ~</span><br/><br/>This actually garners a bit of eye-rolling from the far larger wolf, her head finally turning to gaze off at something a little more threatening. Like the rail<span style="font-style: italic">~ You are such a goob. Sometimes, I wonder if we really adopted you, or just wanted to wait until you were bigger so we could actually taste you on the way down. ~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ I love you, too, Rea. ~</span>Came the smirky response<span style="font-style: italic">~ You know you like me. ~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ I do. ~</span>She finally admits, leaning her side against Eruin's own.<span style="font-style: italic">~ So, what do we do about dog-boy here? He looks like he calmed down...~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ ANYONE that can joke about taking a trip through your insides has got to be okay, at least in my book. Keep and eye on him to make sure he doesn't try anything funny, but I think he's friendly enough. ~</span>Eruin assues his large companion, leaning right back against her own.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Great little tall tale it is, though," he admits. "The nefarious people-pushing conspiracy of the Eva Heights ferry! You must be a regular storyteller back wherever it is your from, I bet. Making shit up on the fly like that." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>A smile actually breaks through Eruin's stoic expression, and finally, his serious veil is lost in it's entirety. Okay, this guy was okay, after all, at least from outside appearances. The tips of his short, sharp teeth are just barely visible beneath his lips as he smiles at the german shepard, giving him a little wink "Ohhh yes. The people-pushing conspiracy. That ranks right up there with the tail-tugging society - those tail-tuggers are vile people, indeed." A soft little chuckle escapes his lips before he continues, his tensed tail slowly relaxing again "Hah, the stories I made up back home were met with the same attitude - turns out, I'm not a very good liar."<br/><br/>Rea, finally, gives the german shepard a soft little sniff in his direction, and turns her attention away from him, as if able to tolerate his presence once again. Eruin casts her a sideways glance, but it is lost on the wolfess who begins to scan the crowd once again, licking her chops every few seconds.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Miss Pixie?" Alyssa asks quietly quite Eruin and Theron handle their tickets. "'Owning up' means admitting fault in a situation. We rarely use stones as currency, with the exception of certain gems. Don't worry, your gold will still be accepted here." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Had it not been for Eruin's sensative ears, he'd have missed Alyssa's words altogether. Rea did - even at her best, her hearing was sub-par. She was definantly not the best huntress the pack had to offer...yet, she had so many other qualities to make up for it.<br/><br/>Turning his attention to the seemingly soft-spoken tiefling, Eruin begins to speak in incredibly fluent Abyssal, assuming - given her heritage - she'd be able to at least understand a little bit<span style="font-style: italic">" Gor'ash numio ralino ehr'rom moint'gorch exals'tor'burnati ivenalt des gorum'vorla raashlsh nexst"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">To those who understand Abyssal...</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">I apologise - it was I who pushed the pixie, not you. Was just making a joke of it. Sorry to get you nervous. I think Rea is apologetic for hitting you with her tail, too. Or, at least, she would be if she'd noticed.</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Ah, it must be your lucky day, miss pixie!” the squirrel replied, his voice thick with forced joy. “That ticket will do nicely sir, thank you very much!” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Rea's gaze locks on the squirrel as he reaches for the tickets. If he didn't feel like a meal before, Rea was doing absolutely nothing to further calm his nerves. The enormous wolf licks her lips, staring at the smaller rodent like he was - quite literally - a walking steak. To further add to the overall effect, her stomach growls - and loudly. It had, after all, been an entire day since either her or Eruin had eaten.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ This one..pleeease this one. He's a squirrel...I'm supposed to eat squirrels. Look at him. He's the perfect size, too. He'd fill me up, and...~</span><br/><br/>Patting his big companion affectionately, Eruin leans a bit closer to whisper in her ear as the squirrel punches his tickets "Not now, Rea. I promise, soon as we hit the other side, we'll get off and have a bite to eat. I got alot back at that camp - all sorts of jerky and the like. I know, it's not alot...but I'll use the coinage the fey gave us to buy us something, okay? I promise."<br/><br/>At least temporarily mollified, Rea nods her head, seeming to almost sigh in dissapointment.<br/><br/>Accepting his punched tickets back from the squirrel, he stuffs two into his pocket, fiddling with the third between his fingertips. Well, that left one more ticket...not that he'd need it. Why he'd taken four in the first place, who knew...yet, at least ONE of those two extra had come in handy.<br/><br/>Turning his attention down to the pixie on the railing, he half-grins at she struggles with the coin, reaching a finger forwards to take the place of the squirrel as she struggles to keep it steady. Once more, a shift in speech, and he begins to talk to the smaller fey in perfect Sylvan, the tongue of the forest<span style="font-style: italic">"Aeira ven moyina eve na doroien mestia naya dostia vurrnoi lestial lonnm moyden telsat unroli foora cesn dela zennale mooysyados yslnno ildira"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">To those who understand Sylvan..</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">"Evil tiefling, pushing you like that. Ahh well, nice of you to forgive her. Don't let her trick you, though - stones are a common form of currency. You have to 'own up to it' alot around here, and if you don't have the stones to do it...well, out of luck. Also, the bigger the stone, the better. Sometimes, you'll have to 'boulder up to it', and...well, you'll get it down."</div></div></div><br/><br/>It was all he could do to keep from laughing as he spoke, the enormous grin on his face kept only through sheer force of will - had he been any weaker, he'd have been rolling on the ground at that point.<br/><br/>Peering down into his hands at the tiny, punched ticket stub (Now formed into a mini paper air plane, courtesy of idle, and nimble, fingers), he hands it to the little pixie, offering his fingers to keep the gold coin out for her, if she so chose<span style="font-style: italic">"Alaya estra min dayo! "</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> For those who understand Sylvan.. </span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">"Oh, and here is your ticket, cutie."</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ Eruin...~</span>Came Rea's agitated voice, drawing the wolf's attention.<br/><br/>He spotted it instantly - the jackal and the wolf who'd been eyeing the small group earlier. Now, they seemed to be paying alot more attention - almost an uncomfortable amount. He caught the little thumb-jerk, directed at him...and the following chuckle. Surely they were not members of the groups he'd been preying on? Even then, so very few knew his identity, outside of his shifted form. Maybe they were just laughing at the little situation that had arose...who knew.<br/><br/>Now, though, the pair had eyes on them as well - both Eruin's and Rea's, staring right back without even the slightest bit of bashfulness. Two could play this game.