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Christian is at the bar, the notebook opened before him. But this time, he is writing. Only headwords, but more than one, and that's something. He's writing about the end of the world. Not his personal one, this time, but a global one, Planet Earth. Looking out of the windows is quite inspiring and he does that from time to time.

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A rather pale looking young man shuffles down from his room, wrapped up in a cozy full length bathrobe. He sits down at the Bar, orders a cup of hot chocolate, and peers over sleepily.

"Whatcha writin'?"

[OOC: You made it! Great! Welcome!]

I'm trying to imagine the end of humanity. A man told me about all the people on earth becoming sick and dying. Somehow, that moved me. And now I try to capture the feeling. -I'm Christian." He puts out a hand.

(OOC: Thanks!)

"Huh. Peter."

He shakes the offered hand, and grins weakly.

"Just be glad demonic bunnies aren't contagious."

"Why should I? Are you one?"

Christian hasn't heard of the bunnies so far. But he's learned to be open-minded about everything. Well, nearly everything.

Peter snickers at this, and takes a careful sip of hot chocolate.

"Not quite. They're tastey, though. Just not good for your innards in large quantities."

"So you've eaten them? The term >demon bunnies< doesn't sound too appetizing to me..." He looks...well, wary.

Again, a snicker. Silly human. Bunnies are for wers.

"Yes, well, that'd be because you're a human, wouldn't it? You probably prefer cooked meat over fresh any day. And that goes double for the demonic bunny types."

Deep swig of hot chocolate.

"They're out by the lake, in the forest. Good hunting area."

"So, you're not human?"

He should have stayed in his room. This bar is too strange a place for a young poet.

"That would be a no."

He smiles sweetly.

"But don't worry, I only bite people when I don't like 'em. Humans taste funny."

"Ah. That's really soothing."

Christian looks at his notebook, but he can't let it be.

"What are you then?"

Ohhh, Peter needed this. Being trapped in ones room for a week with upset bunny stomach is never good for a young wer.

"Well, it's best if I show you, I think..."

He pulls off the robe and for a split second, is very... exposed. But then, the air around him moves...

And there is a large, reddish wolf standing where Peter was just a second ago. He grins and barks once, then sits, tail thumping the ground.

Christian is determined not to fade. He would fall of the bar stool and heart himself badly. No, don't fade. All right. The man is gone, the wolf ist there... There is a word for it... If he could remmeber it everything would be fine...

"Werewolf!"

He was wrong. Nothing's fine.

But it's a beautiful animal. And Peter has said he didn't bite humans. Well, in fact, he has said he didn't bite humans he liked.

"Well, I hope you like me", Christian whispers, to himself or Peter, he doesn't know.

Just to have fun with him, Storm jumps and places his front paws on Christian's shoulders. After a good sniff that's more for show than anything else, the wolf licks his cheek in a big slobbery happy dog way.

Well, you taste horrible, but you're okay in my book.

(OOC: Just so you know, he can't project his thoughts or anything in either form, so Christian wouldn't have 'heard' that.)

Ok. If he licks in spite of the horrible taste, it's probably not for savouring. On the other hand, maybe he's looking for a human who tastes better than the others? Christian certainly doesn't want to be special in this regard. He decides to wait. At least, he tells himself, he decided- in fact, he couldn't do anything else for he's completely paralized.

Storm's grin widens. He woofs again and shoves his head under Christian's nearest available hand. He doesn't really want Christian to be uncomfortable. Though it is fun, scritches are better.

(OOC: Apologies, but mind if we slowtime?)

Christian deparalyses just enough to get what he's supposed to do. He scratches the wolf behind the ears as he used to scratch his father's hounds. They always liked it. He hopes Peter will doe so, too.

[OOC: How should he know it was 'Storm' on wolf's shape? -Slowtime is fine!]

Storms tongue lolls out of his mouth in happiness. This human has experience...oh, oh, oh, yes, good human. I mean, Christian. Just keep doing that.

He's in seventh heaven.

(OOC: Peter can explain all when he shifts back, if that's kosher with you. All the name stuff is in his profile, if you want to check it out now. Thanks!)

Those half-closed eyes and lolling out tongue look happy enough. Very slowly a smile spreads on Christians face. It is a gorgous creature indeed. And he enjoys what he's doing. He feels like a little boy again. Even more so than usually. Innocent, happy, unhurt. Warm fur in his hands.

[OOC: Already read your profile. Wild horses couldn't keep me away from weres :-)]

Storm can practically feel the air around Christian relaxing. He leans into his fingers, and looks up at the smile on Christian's face.
Looks like he needed this almost more than I did.

(OOC: Ah, a kindred soul!)

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