Oh no.

Not here.

Anywhere but here, please!

And for a few moments, there was a skittery sort of otter looking for something, anything to cover up with ( Read more... )

Another day as a falcon, and Nathan was recovering from yesterday's ordeal with a morning hunt, and a flight over the lake outside ( Read more... )

Ryoko's flying owlishly around the bar, and she'll be heading outside soon. Here's hoping that the whatever-it-is doesn't revert her back to normal in the bar. We shall see, won't we?

This tiny Scottish pony is fed up with being a tiny Scottish pony ( Read more... )

Afterwards, Guppy will be totally unable to describe what impending PROWM felt like, except for comparing it to being a piece of sausage meat about to be repackaged into a sausage ( Read more... )

There is a chipmunk, that's not all that new. He's been here for about a week now. But he's also feeling kinda stir crazy. But he's here and he's got a little glass of beer, Looking around for someone to share with.

She has noticed the increased animal presence in the bar, to be certain; in fact, it is difficult to miss ( Read more... )

It's a common occurrence: River Tam wandered in some time ago, and spent some time drifting through the room. She followed an apparently aimless path according to some internal logic, letting her fingertips drift over the edges of tables and the backs of chairs.

Over, perhaps, one particular chair ( Read more... )

There are already quite a few animals in the bar. It's probably for the best that this one can not speak; the entrance was silent (or hidden), the transformation equally so. The creature looks listless and resigned, as though waiting for something.

Death, maybe? Death would be good. (*#+^@& Milliways.

Salazar Slytherin (still a snake) simply sits silently speculating his skin.

His body is coiled, head is at rest.

He's shedding, and he's waaay too dignified to go outside and rub himself on anything.

[ooc: need to reach me? I FINALLY have AIM back: copperazul.]