The neon sign of the bar beamed onto the counter floor. As a lumbering large figure set in the back, as she held a whisky bottle in her clawed hands. A rumbling leaving her as she took a swig. Tonight was sort of a victory for her having waited out her prison sentance. As a few biker thugs stared whispering. Unaware she could hear them perfectly

"Holy shit. It really is her? They let that thing out?"

"Yeah. You would think they would have dealt with that monster. If the rumors are true, I heard she took off a man's hand with just her teeth alone."

The thugs were stricken silent. As Weylyn turned Letting out a bellowing growl. Flashing them her sharp teeth as her yellow reptilian eyes narrowed at them causing them to freeze. As she grumbled out leaning closer fully revealing her scar across her eye.

"Y'all want to see how I did it?"

They stood up rapidly, paying for their drinks and rushing out as she let out a huffing snort. "City folk fools can't even look me in the eye."

Her claws pressed into the wood of her table, as she stared at the bottle in her hand. Thinking quietly.