[sorry if this post sucks XP i'm tired. school is kicking my ass hardcore, man]
It was only a wonder how Fairly hadn’t recoiled from the stench, how she hadn’t left, repulsed by it. Her sensitive nose, either it wasn’t working that evening or she could somehow ignore it, she dismissed the bar’s atmosphere with a crude flicker of a hand. All she wanted was one strong drink, a moment’s relaxation, and then she’d be off, fumbling through the woods and following Cal’s trail.
Fairly had always come to terms with others and their differences rather easily â€"perhaps it was more of an indifference, a lack of care about who or what they were. She was by no means unfriendly â€"being a werewolf demanded a certain amount of sociability- but she didn’t go about questioning things she had no interest in, nor did she find herself wondering obsessively about others, magic, or the different worlds she instinctively knew were out there. While those outside forces all posed a threat to her and her family, to go through the strain of discovering those worlds, that desired information, and then obsessing about it would simply bring about a hell of a lot of trouble. While battling something unknown it was always a gamble, but Fairly could only hope or have faith in the brute strength of her species, their capabilities and the magic sweet Artemis had gifted them with.
She tipped the class to her lips, a silent cheers to Artemis and the world she so dearly missed, and set it back down. The drink’s strength was similar to that of their own staple drink, but theirs was sweeter, more refined than the crude stuff she was forcing into her body. But being a werewolf had its advantages, such as alcohol took a much longer time to affect them, however, when it did it could be a rather disastrous event. A drunk, dangerous animal was not something people normally wanted to contend with.
Vaguely startled at out of her realm of thought, she turned very slightly, staring a little blandly at the man sprawled oh so eloquently across the floor. Her lips quirked â€"and then she laughed, her voice rich and sweet as she turned around on her seat, leaning forwards with elbows on her knees, head inclined very slightly.
“Touching another’s things is very rude,� she commented in her lazy tone, a devilish smile flicking across her lips. Her eyes flickered to the girl, casting her a grin with the same drowsy laziness that characterized much of who Fairly was. It, however, had the vague undertones of danger, only alluding to the wolf that laid in waiting inside her, much like the freakish ‘cat thing’ that craved magic outside.
“It’s a shame they don’t execute proper courtesy,� she commented, a toothy grin as the men scowled at the woman, dragging their buddy away. Her eyes narrowed slightly, knowing a few were eyeing up her necklace and a few others were eyeing things they very well shouldn’t. Her eyes rolled. Her eyes flickered to the other girl, an accessing sweep and she leaned back against the bar.
“Letting the girls out to play is a little dangerous in a bar like this, isn’t it?� Fairly questioned, her tone vaguely teasing, attempting to initiate conversation in her own simple way, shamelessly indicated the other woman’s cleavage which seemed to clearly be a very high source of interest to those of a male persuasion within the bar.
“Although I’ve noted you can take care of yourself,� Fairly added, not looking for an argument with this stranger.
Fairly’s hand came up to her necklace, touching the silver crescent and silently praying to Artemis. Artemis watched her followers and she favored them as long as they worshipped and celebrated in her name â€"as long as they paid tribute and gave her thanks for all she has done for them.
All divine beings seemed to be rather fickle in that nature. She gave a slight smile.
Her eyes drifted around the bar, her lips turning down in a subtle frown. Her head tilted slightly towards them, eavesdropping even from her distance across the room. She gave a soft, rumbling laugh before turning towards her female company. Fairly had always been rather at ease with strangers, simply falling into conversation with them because she simply could. Growing up around others as she did gave her little qualms about starting completely random conversations.
“You know, for being here for such a short time, I think you’ve already worn out your welcome,� Fairly stated pleasantly, jerking her chin towards the group of bandits. “They’re trying to decide if you’re worth the effort, or if they’d rather go for my lovely necklace,� her grin turned sharp, a lip lifting in a half-snarl. They could try if they wanted, she silently thought with much weariness.
However, unlike earlier, she wouldn’t over exert herself, nor would she judge the other individual to harshly. Earlier, she had broke a pervert’s wrist â€"he’d certainly be more careful in the future [or, at least she hoped common sense told him so] but it wasn’t something she was especially proud of, using violence to carefree or simply. Just because she was having a bad way of things didn’t mean she had to give everyone else hell for it.
And wasting energy was hardly a good idea in a tavern full of bandits which was barely a taste of the real dangers she was sure were out there. They were merely a weak handful, a clutch of raggedy, haggard men who’d seen their fair share of days behind prison bars. They were low and dangerous, shady, seedy and they smelled like betrayal. There were more across the world, and she was beginning to understand that very well. She had to pace herself, to think ahead.
Something gnawed at her stomach. Instincts, paranoia or caution, something that made her wary about leaving the bar â€"suddenly, it made her frustrated she couldn’t smell anything but the inside of the bar, the walls permeated with the sickening scents of Artemis-knew-what. She prayed more loudly in her mind, with a more pleading nature, asking the great mother of werewolves, Artemis, to grant her safe passage. Or the strength to overcome whatever the hell was waiting for her. She squared her shoulders. That was utterly weak of her â€"asking for strength. She apologized to the goddess for that show of disrespect and display of stupidity. If she could not muster her own strength, then there was little Artemis could even begin to do for her.
