Snippet #1480575

[Hey Scythe keep in mind; you can't make someone else's character form any sort of expression or do anything as minor as fidgeting. I noticed you puppeted both Sev and Jasper in that way. I'd rather you not do that again; if it isn't mentioned in the player's post it shouldn't be mentioned in yours. Please and thank you. o3o]



Sev in fact had not shown her surprise. As a trained knight and soldier one easily learns to conceal such things. And Sev is not that naive as to be shocked by a group of guards stumbling out of the foliage. She'll show surprise to many a number of things but nothing that involves life or death such as this. The young woman inwardly muses that this just may have been a streak of luck for the dwarf to decide to join them. She blinks at the huge...whatever it is, leaning down somewhat to pat Kujo's rump. The mabari jumps somewhat and ceases his growling, looking over his shoulder at his Lady and Jasper as if to ask 'Are you sure?'. He stares as the Qunari escorting Orik agrees to take his leave before Kujo moves aside himself.

Orik's terms of service encourage a nod from Severia. "I wouldn't expect any less. If I do something to disturb you though, please tell me so. We could have some friendly banter. You may call me Ser Sev if need be, Orik." she again finds her eyes drifting down to the impressive mount the dwarf has. The lady knight most likely would have introduced Kujo and Jasper if it weren't for the alarming (sensation? emotion? What is this?) something causing her to take a few steps back. Famished realization blooms and Severia's face changes from genteel to inured. "We need to head back to the camp. I sense darkspawn."

Before she had turned to begin a hasty trip back however, she did manage to cast a grateful glance at Jasper. His words helped in a sense (although as always stirred up more unnecessary questions) and it felt as though he was sincere in what he said. Pressing onward towards camp she allows Kujo to barrel forth. The hound sensed his Lady to be uneasy but more so he could smell dinner! Kujo ran around the camp for a moment, shoving his nose against everyone that he could before springing away and running in circles around the fire. Severia raises a brow, not knowing whether she should be embarrassed because of Kujo's behavior or because she may possibly have been paranoid about darkspawn.

She would have gotten to some manner of introduction but was again distracted by the sight of something new to the camp; a werewolf formed Blysse and a qunari. They've always been an impressive breed and Severia...well. There isn't a heterosexual woman alive who could resist that dark, mysterious muscular type. She hopes her tattoo is enough to disfigure the blush in her cheeks as she hears the voice of an old naughty friend whispering in her head. Oh look Sev, horns. Something to hold onto! Not that she would ever regret her time getting to know the Black Templar. "I...I could have sworn that--" Severia began sheepishly before disaster struck.

(Jasper +3 for the srs talk)
(Orik +2 for joining)

[boo I need to do disposition journal updates at some point o_e]

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Blysse is equally happy, if not more so than Zephora. Tail wagging behind her a potent maw parts as she begins to pant to work off any lingering stress, forgetting it all. When Asmara neared, thanking her and giving her a bowl of the soup Blysse's bushy tail wiggles and accelerates into a blur. She licked at the mage's hand before leaning down and sloppily lapping up the offered meal. The golden werewolf had obvioiusly calmed down with a good recovery on the way from her prior terror of the man-thing, Asmara's falon. He is easily three times her size (or anyone here for that matter) but he obviously isn't aggressive towards any of them without reason. However Blysse knows Asmara is good, she can just smell that on her, and it means they can trust man-thing.

Finishing the soup too quicly she yawns, teeth gleaming as she shuffles over to drop her haunches by Zephora. Slowly as she regains herself she is starting to feel a bit anxious about being as she is around the others. So far none of them made it apparent that it upset them. Although she's yet to be faced with the Templar Bruce, Ser Sev or Jasper. Her animal mind has linked this group as her new pack. This is both good and bad; good because now she will not wander away to find other werewolves but bad in the sense that...well. Say they're in town and someone is yelling or upsetting one of the others. She'd feel the need to drive them into the ground for threatening one of her newfound packmates.

As the Dalish rested next to the Chasind her long ear wriggles at an odd scratching sound. Blysse rolls her head on her neck, chuffing softly in wonder. Seeing the forest spin she finally stares at Tiaryn holding some sort of parchment and doing something with her other hand. This is new to her. Head tilting she blinks and ceases her chuffing, faintly aware of Cash and Ryuu not too far off. Everyime Tiaryn's head is down Blysse inches towards her, scooting on her bottom and stopping whenever the Crow glanced up. Within reach she had leaned forth to snuffle curiously at the bizarre new hobby.

Kujo abruptly blazes past her, making Blysse roll on her hind legs and start yapping exuberantly before turning to see Ser Sev with Jasper and a strange little man astride a strange looking halla-buffalo. Blysse's joy is short lived at this point as she sits down on her haunches, meekly licking her lips with a nervous ear drawn back. Diving between her thighs that elongated tail waggles anxiously. Like a spurned dog she tucks her nose downward while skittishly rotating her head away from the sudden appearance; making eye contact could only upset them at this point and she doesn't want to upset anyone, honest!

Although while she does Blysse can see a pair of unknind eyes staring at her from the depths of the forest. A snarl rips through her as its arrow flies past her, ducking to miss it pegging her against a tree. Fur bristling up again she sheds her demure nature for something much more primal. Lunging on all fours she tackles down the fleeing genlock and despite its screeching wails rips into it with her gnarled claws, pinning it down with her weight. Once it stops moving she uses her jaws to shake it as one would a sock in need of unraveling from its knot. She feels finished after its body is dislodged, mangled from where she grips it. The she-wolf drops the genlock and inhales the air, ears at work as she hears a frantic cry further ahead. With an explosive howl out of instinct to rile her "pack", Blysse takes off into the woods with Kujo frantically at her heels.

[whoever decides to make their next post; basically Blysse and Kujo are leading everyone to a cave nearby that leads down into an outstretched part of the Deep Roads. Darkspawn abound!]