Thread: The morning after...

An obscene amount of profanity can be heard as the Fianna cabin is woken up by the knocking on the door early in the morning. Moments after shuffling and stumbling and what sounds like something breaking to a response of, "FOOKER!", Ashalyn opens the door.

He is shirtless and the bluish green celtic tattoos that cover his chest and arms are still plenty visible beneath a medium covering of orange and brown hair body hair. His already mane-like hair is even more disheveled, and his eyes are as bloodshot as eyes can be. The gristle on his face is several days old now. Drahcir can tell that Ashalyn is restraining his instincts as he offers a fake smile to Drahcir at the door,

"Yeh've gotta be workin' on a death wish, knock on my door dis fookin' early, boyo."

Drahcir responds in kind. "Well how about you come out here and chase me down, Mick?"

Dragan will come loping in lupus form into the heart of the cabin area at about the same time that Drahcir starts banging on the doors and watches who comes out.

Looking to where Drahcir and Ashalyn are speaking he will walk over to them and shift to Glabro.

"I greet each of you."

You can see Eimile behind Ash, moving around in the cabin and she comes to the door, pulling on a dark green hoodie; still in her pajama bottoms and bare feet. Her eyes are almost as red and bleary as Ashalyn's as she leans against the doorway while he talks to Drahcir.

Ashalyn looks over to his sister behind him and blinks a couple of times trying to fight off the morning fog that covered his eyes. He then takes in an unintentional yawn and looks back to Drahcir,

"Anyone else an' oi'd be fookin' scrappin' right now, lad," his smile eventually taking his face again, "but for you, my dirka brudder...I'll be out in a moment. Dis mornin' shite of "racin' deh horizon", 'as gotta go."

He nods to the approaching lupus, "Aye, top deh mornin' ta yeh."

He turns around and looks to his sister, playfully poking her in the side as he passes by her. He leaves the door open for her to talk to Drahcir if she wishes to.

More clamoring and ruckus can be heard as he gets ready and puts on the kettle.

Eimile mocks a wince and swats at Ash's hand as he passes then turns to Drahcir and places a hand on the door, "Mornin' Drahcir-rhya, guess we'll be seein' ya in a few minutes." She nods in the direction of the lupus she doesn't know before pushing the door shut.

A while later she reappears in faded jeans, the same old green hoodie and a pair of sneakers; her curly red hair is pulled back in a ponytail. She takes a few lazy strides down the cabin steps and stretches while she waits for Ash to come out.

Ashalyn emerges a few moments after Eimile, dressed in a white wife beater and a pair of dark blue jeans. He carefully carries two mugs of hot tea that trailed a line of heat visibly in the air behind him. He brings one to his sister and standing next to her, he takes his first sips of the breakfast tea.

He then looks to Drahcir, "Alright, what gives?"

Dragan is hulking in his Glabro form, wearing black fatigue pants, combat boots, and a long sleeve black tshirt covering a long lump along his back. (SL Pure Breed x3)

He will incline his head as a means of greeting to Eimile as she comes out. "Morning greeting to you.

Towards Ashalyn and Eimile he says, "I am Dragan called Lyra's Memory, Shadow Lord Cliath of the Crescent." Screwing up his face as if trying to remember how this works he reaches his hand out awkwardly to Ashalyn.

Ashalyn offers his forearm to shake, "Ashalyn O'Teague, called Chases deh Tale. Fostern Bard o'deh Finna, born ta man. Alpha o' Danu's Prodigy, honoring Danu. Good ta meetchya."