Chapter CCLXXVII: Personality Change Between Forms ~Travallian

The innkeeper and bartender rushed over to Bulaklak, both gaping. Several people at their seat gasped then went completely silent and stared jadedly. A few people even opened the doors to their rooms and stood by the railing on the second floor, noticing the man at the floor and the girl with the mask. They began to whisper between each other and gave frightened glances towards the bar area of the tavern. Some who were in the bar slowly turned away, but still did not speak.

“Please, miss!” The innkeeper started, “I do not want bloodshed in this tavern part of my inn! Please…I want this place to be peaceful and our visitors in their rooms might worry.”

The man scuttled backwards on the floor in a panic, hastily getting up onto his feet and then rushing to his companions.

“Aye,” the barkeep eyed Bulaklak, putting one arm over his side while stroking his beard with his hand on the other arm. “Don’t ye be scarin’ me costumers, ye her, girl?! I can kick you out in the streets for that! I’m for a little carnage now and then, but not now!”

In a fairly rattled state, the innkeeper turned away and proceeded back to his counter, uttering things in a considerably nervous and alarmed tone. He began to hyperventilate and cover his face as he said the Lord’s name in vain momentarily. The others on the floor began to stare at him. Some individuals went back into their rooms while some remained at the railing or the stairway.

“How can this be happening?! Oh, my God,” the innkeeper fell back carelessly into his flimsy wooden chair. “Not now, not now…dear god…not when there are many people here tonight. Jesus…what will our regal visitor think?!”

“Dammit,” the bartender said roughly, “For heaven’s sake! Pull yourself together! It is not that bad!” He turned to look at the girl again, narrowing his eyes faintly. “She is no wolf! At least Jeremy took care of the likes of those fiends! It is not like beasts like them are roaming the Blood Rose.”

A draconian from the corner hissed in an aggravated tone. He rolled his eyes and rapped his fist hard against the table in front of him.

“You foolish humans! It was just a mere wolf! Besides,” he roared, shaking his head, “This girl was invited by that unnatural boy, Jeremy. He wouldn’t mind. I sense a strange aura around him. It’s quite ethereal and inhuman! Cannot you feel it?”

“You need to chill, lizard,” a random villager said vaguely, “You’re just jealous of him.”

The draconian grumbled, turning to give a long, cold look at the masked girl, his face bitter and his eyes narrow, he said no more.

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Keshi gave a faint smirk, stepping away from the wall and gave a polite bow, putting his left arm to his chest and then bending down. Locks of long orange fell to his face, but he casually pulled them back as he stood back straight. His massive dragon wings moved back and forth very lightly as he folded his arms together over his stomach and gave the yellow Yoshi an enigmatic look. It seemed to be a look mixed between mocking, childish, serious, and a little evil in a way…all mixed together in one expression.

“Keshi,” he said in a poised tone, his expression changed into a calm-like and simple smile, “My name is Keshi.”

I will not mess with this one’s mind, he thought to himself, I will let him speak for himself.

Slowly, he motioned himself to a footstool to an armchair and sat down on it casually. He could not sit on the armchair due to his large wings. He lifted up his arms to tighten his bandana which was under thick strands of hair and rested one hand to his lap while gesturing the other.

“Now then, young one,” he said in an almost serious tone. However, he said it as he beamed a cheerful smile on his ageless face, so the seriousness seemed fake. “What is your name and where did you come from?”

His wings began to fold forward around him and afterwards, Keshi chose to sit in the chair, resting his feet in the footstool, his brown boots could be seen to be cut up to his knees. When he sat fully back on the chair, his wings shifted back and arched inward behind his back so that the flapped edges of the wings rested upon the armrests of the recliner. The sight was rather awkward. It looked like as if he had a pair of huge, extra, not to mention long, arms on his back that were webbed and had claws instead of hands.

He let out a rather tiresome sigh, staring out at the door, hearing the yelling and cries of random guests. He perked slightly when he heard the draconian’s bellowing, then a sudden silence. No one familiar, but his words were what stunned him. Keshi’s long gaze at the door made him look like a reclined vampiric statue.

Bulaklak…what are you doing over there? …I’ll get back to you late as Jeremy again, but…I need to clarify some things right now.

He seemed to look dazed for a moment longer, but suddenly he snapped back to his sensed then turned his attention back to the other Yoshi. He laughed in a nervous tone, putting one hand behind his neck and clutching his cape fussily with the other hand. He was beginning to wonder how long he had been in that frozen state and feared that he frightened the yellow Yoshi.

Keshi gradually relaxed his tensed body into the chair and placed his feet back to the oak floor, away from the footrest and now gave him his full attention. Now that he sat down properly, both his body and legs looked inexplicably longer than normal just like his dragging tail. His body seemed longer than any other Yoshi’s normal figure. However, his immensely large wings were far too towering and even made him somewhat small in comparison, like the rest of his features did not seem to matter. He was very tall and had a fairly good build, although his cloak and cape were heavily folded and baggy that it made him look very thin with his height; tall and narrow. Other Yoshies he knew called him very attractive, but really…he thought of himself as a badly proportioned twig with wings. He blinked a few times, realized that he was trailing off and thought again and tried to wait for the Yoshi’s response.

“I’m so sorry, kid,” he said to him in a benevolent nature, resting both his hands back to his lap, showing that this form appeared to be just as nice as his Paratroopa form, but quicker at befriending others, as it seemed. “The commotion outside was beginning to concern me…eheh, now, where were we? Your name and where you came from, please…? I am quite intrigued by seeing another Yoshi here in a place like this.”