(( ugh. rust >.< ))
Ahh, the tavern. It had indeed been a long time since the beastie had been to this place, a place he had called " single serving house. ". The sheer smell of the woods that it pasts through made its spine tingle, for the moment. The trees had gained and lost there vigor; leaves idly hanging from the branches as the wind swept the dead and forgotten ones in a dance. Slowly the beast made its way through the trees and through the brush before making it into the open, and onto the pathway.
There stood the Werewolf, in all its forgotten glory. Purebred? it was hard to tell now a days. From what it seemed, yes. Its glazed yellow eyes resting upon the building as it stood there on all fours. It rested on its haunches before snorting; letting the steam rush from its nostrils as it gave a suttle yawn. Its tail swayed side to side as its black/silverish hair flickered gently in the wind. Conveniently, The beast was the only thing around for the time being. A pity, but it was expected. The beast would then rise from its haunches and walk over to the door before pushing it open with its body. It sniffed the air, and gave a low growl as it looked around before trotting its 7-8 foot 650 lbs frame to a nearby table. The beast took time to lick its wounds, and bloodstained claws before walking in a circle and plopping down on the floor; the impact dropping one of the empty glasses, which shattered and echoed throughout the tavern.
The Beast immidiately rose to its feet and gave a roar as its ears perked back, obviously being set off by the fallen glass. It stood for about 10 minutes looking around before gently dropping to the floor again and snorting. With another snort and yawn, it curled up and tucked its snout beneath is arm, and drifted to sleep. It seems The beast would be a guardian for the time being, a guardian to an old home that like it, was simply asleep.
