<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/image0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Poppy Clovergrove (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.0#lastPost)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Wood<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday| April 1st 2050| Midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Downtown Raven City apparently<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Brett | Hound goons<br/><strong>Content:</strong>A place to stay!| Just a *bit* curious<br/><hr/><br/>Giving a soft tilt of her head Poppy’s eyes flickered with amusement as her previous assessment had been misplaced,he was even<em>better</em>than a priest! ” A bartender? Most excellent! Men of the bar are often times the most knowledgeable of stories and news!Not to mention delicious mead!” the very thought of the drink made the fae’s mouth water, the gentle squeeze offered once more before Brett pulled away. If there was any hint of hurt feelings for such Poppy did not show it on her expression, her overtly affectionate being having to often times reel in her antics as many others were not custom to such; her fellow slayers included as only a few would willingly allow her to do so. Offering a soft nod her gaze would continue to linger on her surroundings as Brett went about inside the establishment, a soft hum gently vibrating in her throat as she bounced from one foot to another in high spirits. With the new dawn would begin a new day in which would perhaps make the task of finding her comrades easier, though with such colorful buildings and castles so high, it would ultimately be one of her greatest challenges to date. After all where should she start?<br/><br/>Hands folded behind her back properly the curious fae found her gaze wandering closer to the bar itself, the neat line of bikes peeking her interest as those wide greens glossed along the sleek metal of a chariot quite odd. Drawing closer with a coo Poppy inspected the motorcycles as she sank down lower, balancing on her tip toes as she traced a delicate finger along the tire. ”How odd...does the horse live within here?” speaking to herself Poppy pushed against the rim, perhaps a tad harder than she intended as the chain reaction it caused made her eyes widen. The domino effect was swift as the creak of the bike tilted off its stand, sending it crashing into the next and then the other after, until there was nothing but a pile of turned over motorcycles that gave a sharp crash in response as it rang out.<br/><br/>Wincing under the embarrassment Poppy quickly stood up with a squeak, shifting from foot to foot as she glanced around in a slight panic for her obvious misdeed. She had barely touched it! The crash alerted all those within the quiet block as no sooner had she turned did the furious sounds of thundering footsteps come bursting through the front door of the bar.<br/><br/><strong>”Dude what the fuck!?! My ride!”</strong>a hound nearly snarled out, his gaze following the fallen over bikes to he only other soul around as she stood frozen in place.<br/><br/><strong>”You got to be kidding me! You fucking bitch! Are you stupid or something!?”</strong>another rounded around the first, eyeing the red head as she held up her hands.<br/><br/>”Im sorry, I didn’t mean-“ Poppy started, the blooms within her hair beginning to wilt as she tried to apologize as sweetly as she could.<br/><br/><strong>”Shut the fuck up cunt, you’re gonna pay for this! You really think a ‘sorry’ is gonna fix this??”</strong><br/><br/>” It was an accident I swear, if you may-“<br/><br/><strong>”Just because you look like a freak don’t mean we ain’t gonna teach you a lesson cunt, you gotta be stupid as hell thinking you can mess with us!”</strong><br/><br/>Wincing under the barrage of threats and name calling Poppy could feel her eyes begin to burn with pin pricks of tears at the corners of her eyes, she really hadn’t meant any harm and would have done whatever she could to make up for her mistake but clearly the group had other ideas. Lower lip quivering the slayer felt her small fists shaking at her sides, glancing away as she sniffled. ”Don't call me such awful names!” she’d nearly beg, the group now circling around her giving a roar of laughter as they cracked their knuckles.<br/><br/><strong>”Awww...does the little girl not like-“</strong>the goon barely got out as his hand started to reach out to grab at Poppy, but before he could do so the sudden coil of a vine would stall what words and actions themselves to instead give a shriek. The moment the vine wrapped around his arm the man found himself swinging about wildly, watching as his horrified gang were scattering to keep from getting taken out by himself. Slamming the goon hard against the pavement the vine continued to fling him around like a rag doll, hitting the pavement in an arch over and over before being released with a savage toss into the street.<br/><br/><strong>”Dude what the fuck!?”</strong>another cried out, watching as the vines extending from Poppy’s back snared each and every member, swinging them wildly overhead like a writhing sea creature as the fae wiped her eyes. The bikers would barely know what hit them as the incident only lasted a few moments, the sea of bodies all slung over the pavement as they gave various groans and squeals of pain for getting sumo tossed like it was nothing.<br/><br/>”Please forgive me, I don’t like being called names.” Poppy would finally speak with authentic sorrow for having done such, standing in the middle of the ring of men on their backs and sides like a pristine daisy in the muck.<br/><br/>