<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Oyohusa Adawehi (FeatherTail) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern, Room six on the third floor<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, Late evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>FeatherTail digs in his pack but only pulls out a hair brush instead of any clean garments as the only time he tends to wear anything to sleep in is when he sleeping out in the open under the open sky. Being unclothed is just natural to him and it simply never occurs to him put anything on because he is not alone or warn any potential companions of the way he sleeps. He leans forward and flips his hair up over his head to hang across his face and over the floor instead of the bed once again fully exposing his back and the tiny black paw print. He begins to brush out his long black lochs removing both tangles and more of the excess moisture. When Iggy speaks he pauses and turns to face her and uses the brush to open the curtain of black hair so he can look at her with a mild look of confusion showing on his face. ”I fail to see how I will be getting you into trouble, unless you plan on joining me in my hunt, which I really do not recommend. My hunt is very personal and those which I hunt are very dangerous, killers by nature.” He continues to look at her silently for a moment before returning his attention to his hair. Once he is satisfied that no more water will be coming from his hair he flips it back out of his face and runs the brush through it again making sure it is tangle free.<br/><br/>After placing the brush on the night stand next to his knives Oyohusa moves up alongside the beautiful young woman. He pulls the comforter and sheet down making sure not pull the sheet from her legs and slips his feet between the sheets. He pulls just the sheet up far enough to reach his waist as he rests his head on the pillow. His hands move up to interlace his fingers with each other with his head resting on them. His eyes go up to the ceiling for a moment before closing. He is tired from his long day of walking through the arid country side and the hot shower did wonders for relaxing him. However several things are running through his mind from what he needs to do regarding the little hybrid working down in the tavern to the monster sitting down there that played such a major role in the deaths of his people. He is internally struggling with his desire to slip out to don his war paint and face the monster and the responsibility he feels to protect Aryanna and the lovely young woman sharing the bed with him.