Pour Me A Drink

[Apocalypse]

His steps were filled with purpoe. Each stride perfectly placed. A sense of grace to him, even with his large stature. The soft ground gave way under his weight, the dirt molding between his toes. The sun was setting and pinks and oranges stretched out across the sky. Colors applied by a large brush being drug across the canvas. To the east, it was already a dark purple. Stars had already started coming out to play. His head stayed low as always. His blood red eyes forward, attentive. His ears laid back against his furred skull. A deep breath filled his lungs to the brim as he approached the tavern. He hoped to walk in here and would be mostly empty but, not everyone can have their wishes. And he certainly never received them.

He blinked as he approached, switching his vision. The spectrum he viewed changed to shades of blues, and inside the walls of the bar...yellows and oranges. People set everywhere. Some with huge masses sitting next to them that could only be assumed to be wolves. He released the breath slowly, eyes falling closed until all the carbon dioxide was removed from his lungs before reopening them. Normal sight returned to him. A group of humans were just entering. A group of three girls, giggling and seeming as though happy to be in this environment. Apocalypse had realized that only two kinds showed their faces here. Those who were happy to have the company. And those who just wanted to drink their sorrows away and forget that they were even living. Wishing that they could go back to when they were a happier being. He was one of those.

He pushed the door open with his shoulder. The door being large enough for wolves to come through. His eyes immediately glanced around to see exactly what his vision had shown him from the outside. Humans mingling smong themselves. Most of them with monstrous wolves being have by their sides. Apocalypse's stride through the tavern emitted that of almost disgust. That he didn't want to be bothers. Just wanted to be left alone. Head still lower than his wide shoulders. His muscles flexed under his thick coat with each step. The fur splitting before rejoining. His ears still laid back in his best attempt to not draw attention to himself. To make himself appear small and sleek to just pass through everyone. Weaving in and out of the spread out tables to allow for the humans' companions to join them. A small domestic dog must have accompanied someone, and was now in his path. Looking up at Poca with a look that showed that he was used to seeing the wolves but, was still in wonder by them. Slowly, Poca pulled back a black lip, exposing black gums that only made his contrasted white teeth look larger. A hint of a sneer, with a trace of a snarl crawled up his throat. The domestic took a couple steps back before turning tail and going under the bar. Must have been the barkeep's.

He lifted his head finally. his eyes searched the area before finding a seemingly empty corner. he made his way in that direction, settling his haunches on the wooden floor.

[Starla]

Yet another creature was within the area of the highly renowned tavern. She had been just wandering through the land, making the best of what she could with what she had. The female came closer and closer to the place, trying to decide if she really wanted to venture in and see what was inside. Starla was the kind of female that liked the camaraderie and memories made in places like these, but didn't so much like the overall encompassing atmosphere of taverns. The sloppy drunks and occasional vomiting took away from the initial appeal most definitely. Star sat on top of a large tree stump, the majority of the tree cut away a long time ago, and what was left being gnarly and twisted. She weighed the good things and bad things about going inside carefully. 'Well it might be fun to finally see some new faces, but what if those faces aren't so friendly? I could get something to wet my whistle, but how good will it be?' Starla thought. Finally with a somewhat resigned shrug, the female hopped down off of her stump. She padded up to the building, and nosed the door open, letting it swing dramatically behind her hips with a flourish.

What the wolf saw was nothing out of the ordinary, and seemed safe and comfortable enough at the moment. She sniffed the air and was overwhelmed with smells of this, that, and the other, but was otherwise undeterred. Starla swiveled around idle bodies standing around, elegantly weaving an invisible web between them and herself. Finding a seat unoccupied, the black wolf lifted herself up onto it, and neatly placed her paws up on the main table that was the bar. Ah, so this was the famous Valhalla. The female could only wonder what this place had in store for the day. Craning her neck to see what all it had to offer, Starla was a little unimpressed at first. And as was usual Starla style, she liked to brighten things up as best she could.

The female clambered up onto the main bar, and walked along it as if taking a simple stroll through the forest from whence she came. She was careful to avoid the drinks already paid for, but Star paraded along through and through. Her goal for getting up there was to liven things up a bit, and if she could make just one person happy, then she would be too. Surely there would be dirty looks thrown her way, for other wolves didn’t behave in this manner. However, Star didn’t really mind at the moment. They could take a flying leap for all that she cared. Starla’s main objective that she had in mind was far greater than anything else as far as she could see.

The female soon came to a man who was peering sullenly into the depths of his cup. It seemed that the only remedy to his ails he could find was in his drink. The ebony and purple femme gently pawed his arm, not saying a word, and softly laid part of her head on his shoulder. He glanced up at the she-wolf slowly, and a gentle smile seemed to spread on his face. Starla didn’t stay long, but felt that that would be good enough for the man now. Another one with dirty blond hair reached out to pet her fur as she strolled along, and the wolf didn’t mind. All was well with her.

When Starla came to the end of the bar, she quietly noted the exchange between the large male wolf and the considerably smaller dog. It wasn’t one of cordialness, though the female had an idea forming in her head. If she could make others happy, perhaps she could help this chap out too. Starla lowered herself down on her belly, and her nose hung over the edge of the table. “Fine day to out and about don’t cha think? I see something has yer panties in a wad though, no?” Star said to him with a slight tilt to her muzzle. A small smirk formed on Star’s features, and her tail thumped once on the wood behind her.

[Apocalypse]

His red eyes watched a new wolf enter the room. A female.

One side of his mouth curled up in what looked to be disgust as she clambered up into one of the barstools and set her massive paws on the counter. She had walked in with a sense of power. As if she owned the place. Poca had never seen her before. And he tended to be here quite often. And as if placing herself on one of the barstools wasn't bad enough, she decided to push it even further.

Apocalypse snorted at the sights he saw. A monster of a creature pulling herself on to the bar counter. He rolled his albino eyes and then glared in her direction. How did she find this acceptable? In no way did a 500-600 pound wolf need to be strutting across the bar. And then she did it. She added insult to injury. A growl crawled up Poca's throat as he took in her actions. She seemed to command attention of the bar. And if she didn't get it one way, she'd get it another. By pawing at a downtrodden human.

They weren't worth attempting to make happy. They weren't worth attempting to look after. Care after. In the long run, what did they do for the wolves they 'worshipped'? The way Poca looked at it, these humans needed wolves to stay alive. They had come to reply on them for everything. And how were they treated, like mere servants. Nothing more than guards. The beast did all but spit on the wooden planks underneath of him. Why bother seeing them happy? Wolves saw to it daily to make their humans happy. And what did the humans do in return? Watch you lose your subject and expect you to just move to another? Apocalypse called shenanigans.

His eyes followed her with an instant hatred. He judged everyone so quickly these days it seemed. He set in his own little dark corner at the end of the bar and just stared. His stomach twisted into angry knots as she grew closer to him. And then she did the one thing he wished she hadn't. She laid herself in front of him and made sure her face hung over the edge to be level with his. Her purple eyes stared into his red ones. His head hung low as usual. All he returned to her was a glare.

'Fine day to be out and about don't cha think? I see something has yer panties in a wad though, no?''

That growl tried its damnedest to crawl through his clenched teeth. His ears flicked forward to listen to her tail thumping on the wooden counter. Her head tilted as if she was trying to be...how should he put it...cute? He suffocated the shiver that tried to run down his spine before it could even know it lived.

"So you can play pretend that it's actually a concern of your's?" He spat the syllables from his jaws as if they had left a bad taste in his mouth.