We've had black foxes and black ermine, so why not a black otter, eh? :)
Ferravale: Tavern
Derrin the otter. Blisa the cat and Ferdinand the ferret. Drunk stoat dude.
The inside of the Ferravale Tavern is one of complete disorder and sound. Beasts of all species are talking loudly, most of them looking a bit..tipsy. In the midst of this chaos is a black furred otter with no visible weapons. He is calmly drinking his own beverage and not partaking in any of the activities of the rest of the beasts.
The noise in the tavern changes and becomes a bit more friendly as the door opens and a small (for her age) white kitten, trailed by a ferret guard, enters. Greetings, some loud, most laden with alcohol, resound out from the tavern patrons as Blisa passes. She parts her deep blue cloak as she takes off her hat and waves, revealing her dirk and knife. Ferdinand the ferret bodyguard does the same, except he's toting a sabre. They approach the bar and the kitten scrambles up onto a stool, smiling happily as the barkeep places steaming cups of tea in front of the two of them.
Derrin looks to the side to observe the newcomer. Being new to the town himself, he doesn't quite know who the kitten is. Despite this, he figures it would be wise to follow suit with the rest of the greetings. With a tranquil baritone voice, he says, "Greetings," rather quietly.
Blisa quickly looks over, then smiles politely and waves. "Hello! I've never seen you in here before. Are you new?" Ferdinand also nods in greetings, but keeps silent for now, sipping his tea.
Derrin nods. "I'm from the North....the /far/ north..."
Blisa smiles and scoots over the barstools until she's right next to the otter, the ferret following closely. Sticking out her paw politely, she cheerfully chirrups, "Well, then, welcome to Mossflower Country and Ferravale. My name's Blisa, and this is Ferdinand."
Derrin smiles unexpectedly, gently gripping the kitten's paw and shaking it. "Pleased t' meet ye. I'm Derrin."
Blisa settles down on the stool and sips her tea. "It's nice to meet you, I'm sure. Do you mind my asking what brought you South?" Ferdinand sits down beside the kitten and quietly orders some food for the two of them.
Derrin shrugs, sitting his now empty drink to the side. "Well, I wanted t' explore, but I mostly came this way lookin' fer me mate who came this way as well, though I found him already. After that, I decided this was a nice place, and so I stayed, wandering the area."
Blisa nods and opens her mouth to say something, but if stopped by a huge, hulking stoat, clearly drunk, bumps into her, knocking her foreward into the bar. She only stays on the very edge of the stool because of her arms clinging to the bartop and Ferdinand grabbing her tightly. The stoat brushes roughly against the otter, who, unless he moved out of the way, will be facing the same fate as the kitten...except he has no bodyguard to save him from falling over.
Derrin grips the bar counter hard to keep himself from falling over. With a growl, he instinctively uses his right paw to turn and give the stoat a rough shove away from him.
Blisa gasps as the stoat stumbles backwards, crashing into a table, breaking it and sendign the creatures who were sitting at it scurried away, not wanting to get squished or hit by the very angry stoat, who leaps up and swings a table leg at the otter's head as blood comes out of his mouth from a tooth that gotten knocked out.
Derrin ducks his head under the blow with an almost blinding speed. With one smooth movement, he leaves the chair he had been sitting on and sends two quick, but vicious jabs to the stoat's stomach.
Blisa stifles a shriek as the table leg whistles mere inches away from her face as Ferdinand pulls her back, fast, and stuffs her over the counter, where the barkeep hides her under a counter. The ferret jumps over the bar just as the otter's paws make contact with the drunk stoats stomach. Air whooshes and the stoat bends over as his breath is knocked out of him. He grunts and swings the table leg again, but a bit weakly this time.
Seemingly without much effort, he steps forward with his right leg, stopping the stoat's swing with his left paw quite effectively. His right paw comes up to grip the stoat's arm a bit further up, just under the elbow. Setting the stoat's elbow against his shoulder, he pulls the forearm down with merciless force while leaning forward suddenly to put the most pressure on the stoat's elbow in an attempt to break it.
A popping sound can be heard, but the stoat is not stopped by the pain....he's too intoxicated to notice. Ferdinand draws his sabre and grits his teeth, noticing this. "You need to knock him out!" he bellows, then hollers and ducks as the stoat swings at him with the table leg.
Derrin nods quickly to the ferret. Setting his left foot against the floor, he pushes himself backwards, letting go of the stoat's arm at the same time that he slams into the stoat. Catching himself on his right foot, he slams his left into the floor, then pivots left and slams his left elbow into the stoat's nose.
The stoat stumbles and falls, crashing onto and killing yet another innocent table. He is knocked out cold. Blisa and Ferdinand peek over the bartop, then stand up and take in the damage. The kitten's eyes are wide. "Daddy's not gonna like this..."
Breathing lightly, Derrin walks back over to his chair and begins tipping his glass back, taking in a few ice shards and crunching them contentedly.
Blisa reaches over and tugs on the otter's sleeve. "Thanks. Um, what should we do about him?" she points to the unconscious stoat.
Derrin looks back at the stoat. "Hm? Well we could just leave him," He says with a slight smirk.
Blisa shakes her head. "I'm pretty sure Daddy wouldn't like that. He's Scioto the Cheiftain. I think we shoudl take him to the infirmary." Ferdinand nods in agreement.
Derrin sighs, getting up and walking towards the stoat. "Well, let's go then," He says, seemingly undisturbed by the mention of Blisa's father, though he reasons with himself that it makes sense considering the bodyguard ferret.
The two younger beasts bundle up again, then go to help the otter, Ferdinand helping to carry the stoat, and Blisa lighting the way with a lantern that the barkeep let her borrow. They dump off the stoat, then the kitten and the ferret go back to the tavern. Mostly to return the lantern.
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