<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/egoaDjy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Green Lion<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Finally getting a drink<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dressed as above in his human form<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lise, Cassandra, Cyric, OPEN<br/><br/>Immediately Igor sensed hostility from the blond woman at the bar. She seemed an old soul of some kind and blatantly prejudicial without even trying. The Russian made a mental note to avoid her, and the way she looked at Lise told him she might have her eyes set on his new breeding bitch now as well. That would be an interesting situation to handle, despite his pack's encouraging multiple pairings to maximize the chance of producing offspring. A pair is considered "exclusive" until they produce live young then the pups join the Pack's nursery and the parents can get back into the mating circles.<br/><br/>He still wasn't sure if he and Lise could even produce children, but that didn't stop him from feeling a little bit possessive of his eager little fuck toy already. Quelling the thoughts for now though he picked up the vodka the young<em>mal'chik</em>gave him in exchange for the whale bone he brought. First he smelled the clear liquid it made his eyes water which was a good sign, he picked the glass up and felt that it was unusually chilled. More magic no doubt, seems magic was more than just what made this place...magic was this place. He would be quite eager to meet the owner of the Green Lion soon. They were likely a God of some kind to be so powerful and complex in their creation, this place was even possibly at the nexus of some ley lines or the like, free magic to pull from for as long as life exists.<br/><br/>Lifting the glass to his lips he took a long sip of it. It burned so nicely and exploded like a forest fire in his stomach. Smacking his lips the wolfman laughed nodding to the young man behind the bar.<em>"Eto ochen' khorosho, eto volshebstvo?"</em>He shouted in Russian taking another pull. "This is being good, is magic yes?" He asked swirling the drink around the glass watching it nearly shimmer in the light of the Inn.