( Dean's been spending increasingly more time hunting, often on his own. When he isn't, he's usually training; he can be found with a sword in hand in the courtyard nearest to Mag's, or in any open space just outside of city walls, or anywhere with training dummies, usually with a massive set of wings protruding from his back. It's not a flex, and he's not comfortable with them in the slightest โ that's the point. He's getting used to moving with the weight of them, learning to incorporate them into his stances. Learning to fight with them. If you catch him during an especially rare moment, you might even see him trying to fly with them. Tragically, poorly, and unsuccessfully. Other times, he focuses on slowly mastering what seems like battle magic, recognizable to some as Witcher signs.
There are a few scarce nights here and there where he pries himself away from the constant urge to fight and manages to coax himself into settling in for a drink or a meal in the evenings. Progressively more the former; it seems like his appetite has been dwindling these last few weeks, but his drinking's picking up to replace it. It also seems like that fight impulse doesn't ever completely dwindle. He's more easily irritated, more on edge, quick to argue. Quick to look for any opportunity to engage in an altercation. He starts to find them among the discontent soldiers or war-stressed civilians that have had a few too many. Anybody that gets vocal about the Summoned will get Dean rising up defensively, ready to get heated. He'll need a familiar face to placate him into settling down, or else it's likely he'll demand to take things outside and settle them in an alley.
As resentment grows among the population, so does Dean's temper. If your character happens to frequent Mag's, it's entirely possible one of the drunk locals might say or do something exceedingly rude to them โ at which point whether they asked for it or not, they'll get an attack dog in the form of Dean immediately stepping up on their behalf. He'll shove someone, grab them by the shirt, hell, depending on the severity he may even outright throw a punch right off the bat. Feel free to assume he's gone overboard for a relatively minor offense; it's gonna take a lot more to deescalate him from this one. )
๐ ๐๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ฐ ( ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ณ 28-30, ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ซ )
There are a few scarce nights here and there where he pries himself away from the constant urge to fight and manages to coax himself into settling in for a drink or a meal in the evenings. Progressively more the former; it seems like his appetite has been dwindling these last few weeks, but his drinking's picking up to replace it. It also seems like that fight impulse doesn't ever completely dwindle. He's more easily irritated, more on edge, quick to argue. Quick to look for any opportunity to engage in an altercation. He starts to find them among the discontent soldiers or war-stressed civilians that have had a few too many. Anybody that gets vocal about the Summoned will get Dean rising up defensively, ready to get heated. He'll need a familiar face to placate him into settling down, or else it's likely he'll demand to take things outside and settle them in an alley.
As resentment grows among the population, so does Dean's temper. If your character happens to frequent Mag's, it's entirely possible one of the drunk locals might say or do something exceedingly rude to them โ at which point whether they asked for it or not, they'll get an attack dog in the form of Dean immediately stepping up on their behalf. He'll shove someone, grab them by the shirt, hell, depending on the severity he may even outright throw a punch right off the bat. Feel free to assume he's gone overboard for a relatively minor offense; it's gonna take a lot more to deescalate him from this one. )