<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/djSXt2A.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Path outside the Green Lion<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Rescuing a damsel in distress<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Butt ass naked in his large warrior form.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lise<br/><br/>His stomach was empty and his throat dry. He could smell all kinds of life inside this place, but no one moved to greet or serve. Was it because he was in his wolf form? Most places in his travels did have rules about animals being on their premises, though he thought being a talking animal would change that rule. Plus when traveling long distances this form had the best combination of formidably and ability to blend in to the world. Sure a huge wolf like him still drew the eye, but if it was at a good distance or if he moved quickly out of sight no one cared much beyond a passing interest.<br/><br/>His clothes were in his backpack and he would need to find someplace to dress were he going to change into his human form and hopefully get some service from this bartenderless bar. But just as he dropped back to the floor his keen ears picked up on the sound if distress somewhere outside. All of the<em>Nastoyashchiy Volk</em>have very keen ears, it is how they hunt when the blizzards of Father Winter blinds the eye, the sound came in from a nearby open window. A woman's voice in distress though she sounded quite defiant towards whoever was accosting her. Forgetting the terrible service Igor charged for the door using his massive jaws to twist the handle and fling it open before he was gone like a stormgale. Thundering down the path towards the sounds of distress the large wolf quickly began to change into some that could only be called a mountain of fur. Soon his four legged run became a stampeding sprint upon two digitigrade tree trunks ripping up lush grass and stone as it picked up into an unstoppable charge. Growing to a towering ten feet in height Igor could see the woman being prodded and assaulted by a...taking plant with big teeth.<br/><br/>What strange world had the Iron-Bear stumbled into this time? It wasn't uncommon in his own world to see sights both strange and unsettling. But this was beyond his ken, and it was something he would have to ask about later, but right now he saw someone in need and knew he could help her. She was a pretty woman as well so that would be a plus all its own. Letting out a deep hunting howl Igor dived into the plants seemingly endless vines ripping up huge chunks of vegetation with his teeth and claws. Quickly he tore his way to the central pod and jammed his thick furred claws into it's chomping maw ripping the devil plant in half with a triumphant roar. The plant let out some kind of screeching call before it died dropping the woman to the ground. The vines soon followed the head and went slack like skewered fish. Igor laughed watching it all happen like a string of dominoes all around him. But so lost in the joy of battle was he that he didn't remember he was buck ass naked before a strange woman he had never met and his...endowment nearly eye level with where she fell.<br/><br/>Turning back to see her it only hit him after he saw where she had landed. With a low chuckle he bowed his head. "Heh hello woman, I am Igor Iron-Bear of the Winter's Tales...are you being ok?" He asked rather sheepishly for a god among wolves.