The Best Thing About Not Being Home is Missing You

[preuxchevalier]

There are people back home that your character hates. Or maybe they love them, but they're terrible people/influences. Here's your chance to talk or play out that special someone turning up in the Meadous. Are they so far out of their element that they're now defanged tigers? Do they lead right in with their wicked ways? What is your character's CR even going to think when they meet this person?
 

Post with your own character or the person they most/least want to see again who's a bad thing for them. Feel free to play out encounters in the snow between this character and your regular character's CR, or talk it out with if you're not sure you've got the voice down.
 

Fun for all ages! And by fun, we mean misery!

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[werepatched]

"YOU." The snarl was deep and gutteral, the voice booming with more power to it than the tall, willowy male could possibly possess as he stormed over, labcoat flapping about his knees.

"Where is she?" His dark brown fur was bristling, making him seem broader, his fangs and glasses flashing. He could smell Mika's scent on this human, and something foul just beneath the surface that made his skin crawl and his fur stand on end, like sulfuric acid. His sister had been taken away too many times and had looked worse and worse with every return, wasting away until she was wraithlike in what had only been a matter of days and swearing she'd been gone for years. He wanted answers and he was not afraid to break any useless meatsacks that stood in his way.

He didn't even care that he'd been taken before he could cover his birthmark that morning, the winestain splotches only darkening in his anger until they were a deep burgundy, throbbing with his pulse. He was very close to slamming his forehead against Eddie's, only saved by the fact that Eddie was only a few inches taller than him. Not that it stopped him from trying to loom over the roadie, his growls loud enough they nearly made his fangs rattle when he bared them.

[kingroadie]

Suddenly being shouted at certainly startles the roadie initially. When he turns to actually look at the other man shouting, the warou is already trying to get in Eddie's face. Needlessly to say Eddie isn't really impressed by the man getting up in his business like this. Much less flashing his fangs.

The roadie stands up fully, frowning back at the other man. "You wanna calm down a little buddy? Shoutin' isn't a way to solve a problem. Much less make someone wanna listen to you."

[werepatched]

"I'll tan your hide for a pair of lab gloves if I have to." Dark fur bristled as his temper flared, his eyes blazing with his foul mood. "Your clothes are covered in her scent, so where is she?"

[kingroadie]

"That ain't helpin' your case with where to find who." He gives Patches a look over, brows furrowing. The dark haired man just eying the wolf. "Who are you lookin' for? I need a name, dude."

[werepatched]

"Mika, my sister!" The warou almost seemed to double in size, his temper boiling over. "Don't try to play stupid, she's the only other warou I can smell!"

If he'd been able to keep his composure he'd probably have realized exactly how out of line he was, but the sudden transplant and the worry for Mika's health had quickly sent his anxiety spiraling out of control. Which in turn triggered his very, very short temper. Mika would never let him hear the end of it if she'd seen him snapping at people like a rabid dog, but she wasn't there and that was the problem.