A new chapter? (OPEN)

Avail's stomach roared before he could answer, or thank Thistle for setting him free he was on the food grabbing some of the meat he violently choked it back scarfing down a fair section of the stack before groaning loudly grabbing for the water he tilted his head back drinking the water greedily. His strength finally renewed he set about his answers "My thanks, Rook. I was traveling looking for a place to call home, my people were nomadic...however I am the last of my pa-...group. I was jailed by a group of mercenaries who killed my family." He spoke patting his chest right over his heart his eyes looking up to Thistle, "As for why...I believe you of all people should be able to understand why." He spoke calmly his arms crossed as he relaxed now, he meant no harm he was in a great debt to these people and would do whatever it took to repay them.

Rook's eyes widened briefly with intrigue as Thistle broke apart the shackles, nodding her head in place of a sly comment. There was really nothing she could say to the display of superhuman strength, unless it was aimed in her direction and dangerous. She flinched only a little when Avail yanked the food from her hands, but quickly adapted to his hasty devouring and drinking. Something about the man reminded her of a starving animal, but she pushed aside her instincts to ruffle his hair.

"No problem. I'm not so rude as to sit by and examine you while you continue to starve." She spoke as she sat down in front of him. Was he a kinto? She wasn't exactly sure... it sounded like he was about to say pack, before regretting his decision and instead saying that he had belonged to a group. A nomadic pack, she thought. Do kinto travel in packs? Would a group of kinto be referred to as a pack? And if so, why would he not be honest about his race? The shackle pieces that lay on the ground struck her as odd - lined with silver. What was the point of wasting good silver on shackles, of all things?

When the raccoon ventured over to inspect the guest, Rook noticed that she paid specific attention to the metal scraps and skin that they had enclosed as well. Though Rook had traveled to many places before arriving in Wildgard, and had seen some... interesting things along the way, Rook had very little interactions with people who were something other than human or kinto. It seemed the others were catching on to Avail's situation enough, but she just kept looking at the silver-lined shackles with a dumb look on her face. Reading between the lines was difficult when your knowledge of the creatures of the world was so basic. 

He grunted slightly seems the man who stood before him was a tad more dense then he first thought. Giving a sight he ruffled his hair "It binds me better then most metals." He explained looking at Thistle then to Rook, it seemed only the Racoon was catching on...that was just sad. He looked down to the creature, an eyebrow cocked, chest rumbled as he spoke "And who might you be?" It wasn't a language of man, but that of a beast, a short growl from his lips, he stretched out looking up at Thistle "...Understand yet?" He questioned, an eyebrow cocked, "If you'd prefer, I can leave, I would not care to cause you more trouble then I already have." He moved towards the door.

When the Marshal became defensive, Rook rolled her eyes and snickered lightly to herself. "Thistle, if he was a danger I'd say we'd all be up the creek by now. Unless you use your ever-so-graceful muscular strength to defend the helpless damsels of your church, I don't think there's much we could do anyway. Come on, just-"

Rook cut her insubordination off with a gasp and flicked her eyes to Avail, who had made an audible growl, and seemed to be communicating successfully with the raccoon. A shiver ran up her spine, and she took a deep breath, cocking her head to one side and staring hard at the animal interaction going on in front of her.

She coughed. If no one was going to ask the obvious question, she would have to do it. Curiosities had to be satisfied, and now was not the time to beat around the bush. She called out to Avail as he got up to leave.

"Avail. Excuse my blunt questioning, but what exactly are you?" She smirked. "I mean, I brought you food and water, I'd say I at least deserve a shred of enlightenment on your situation." Pushing her cockiness into her voice, she tested the man... beast. Kinto, or whatever he was. After fearing that alone wouldn't pull answers out of him, she flashed him a mock pouting face, and finished off her request hoping he'd be compliant.

"Please?"

There it was, out in the open, his true nature, he nodded his head "Good then your nose should be as good as the legends say? If I was correct about what you are as well, Thistle." He breathed out ruffling his hair "Shapeshifter, first time I've been called that." He grunted turning to look at Rook, "Your Alpha has explained who I am, though it seems I was wrong about who was the head bitch..." His voice huskier then before he looked over to the Racoon "Such a position and yet so tiny." He muttered to himself her language was a tad strange to him, so much more refined then his own.

Avail gave a breath as he looked at the group "...so then, you see me as a welcome sight do you require my assistance as much as I required yours? I owe you my life, as such I should help you to the best of my abilities." He muttered standing quite tall, he looked around the group before having a thought he chuckled and looked at Rook "If you wish I'll show you what that truly means later." He nodded his head, thankfully being a pureblood Werewolf had some perks, one of those being keeping your head in your other form...for the most part.