Raylin Chike

She can't help the laughter that so rolls off her tongue as the dog shoves his massive head into her face, licking at her cheeks. Honestly, his breath was rancid but whose dog's weren't? Really, she doesn't mind as she continues to coo at the black pup, petting on him and continuing to feed him treats. It probably wasn't the best idea to be giving a stranger's dogs treats and yet, Raylin couldn't help herself! If she had more time, she would get her own pup but her time was so busy spent at work and on the ocean that she would feel bad. She pauses in her scratching as she looks up at the man, his accent rolling off his tongue nicely as she grins up at him happily, "I like it," she laughs again as Barney settles in her lap, as if her opinion actually mattered to this man. Continuing to pet him and feed him treats, she entirely misses the look of astonishment from the man, though her gaze is drawn back to him as she smiles widely.

"I've come here every day for awhile now, I'm surprised you haven't seen me lurking at the end of your dock," she laughs, though there is hardly any shame in her voice. She wasn't really doing anything wrong. His next question has Raylin throwing a wicked grin at him, "Weed, definitely weed," she teases playfully, "You know how cats like catnip? Dogs are the same with weed, they all secretly like to get high," she laughs again as she reaches up to scratch him behind the ear, "Just kidding," she winks, "They're just beef jerky I dried a little while back, nothing special. I take them with me when I go surfing because they hold up really well, even if they get wet with the salt water. I hate coming back to land just because I'm hungry," she admits. As Barney sits on her, an 'oof' escapes her lips as she giggles, stating how very heavy he was. The man responds quickly and she laughs at the comment she so took as a joke, hardly realizing he was being serious. As the dog pushes his face into her's again, she continues to scratch at his head, behind the ears, giving the dog exactly what he wanted. She couldn't very well deny such a cute dog, now could she?

The stranger's voice has her glancing up, a smile still stretched across her lips and she doesn't miss a beat with the question, "Honestly, I've seen a lot in this city, why, just the other day I watched a wolf and a vampire go at it in the bar! It was probably one of the best bar fights I had ever seen," she grins again, "If you told me he was a hellhound, I have no reason to not believe you. If he were a hellhound then I am surprised I am still alive and he hasn't eaten me yet. Or maybe he's the one luring me in, getting comfortable and then he'll eat me," she laughs openly, carefree, the woman hardly phased by much. When you were raised in the supernatural world with human parents, you learned to accept the constant fear that so coated your bones. Raylin simply made the best of things and even though she knew she could be crushed in an instant by almost anyone in this city, she refused to let that fear win.

Finally, Barney ups and leaves, her body cold from the lack of warmth as she stands up, introducing herself. His comment has her grinning madly at him, "My mom used to call me that all the time when I was a kid," she states, "Though, she wished I weren't so wild in nature, she was hoping I would be a little more... demure I guess?" She laughs before extending a hand to the man, "Nice to meet you Brennan, unfortunately, I'm not witty enough to relate your name to something else," she teases openly before folding her arms across her chest. As the wind cuts through her, she admits she's cold and the man puts on a 'I told you so' voice but Raylin simply smiles at him, shrugging her shoulders, "You're not wrong, but the waves in the winter here are amazing, they are more wild and a lot more relentless this time of year. It's more fun," she explains, her gaze traveling to the ocean briefly and as if on cue, a massive wave crashes in the distance, bringing another wild smile to her lips.

His offer of assistance doesn't really have her hesitating, she did have a bit of time before work, and let's be honest, she was dying to see the inside of his boat, it was beautiful. "Okay," she agrees simply, leaving her surfboard behind as she moves down the dock, tucking her pink hair behind her ears. She doesn't get far before a towel simply appears in front of her, the fluffy material being thrown in her direction. Instinctively, she reaches up to catch it but misses it as it lands on the dog. Laughing, she doesn't get a chance to pull it off of him before Barney shakes it off and barks at Brennan. Reaching down, she picks it up and wraps it around her body, enjoying the warmth of it as his voice takes on a demanding note, "So, you're a magic user huh?" she asks casually, hoping he would provide the rest of the information. As she approaches the boat, she moves onto the swaying contraption easily, her time on the water having helped with the mastery of walking on moving objects. "He listens to you well," she gestures to the black dog hovering at their heels, "Is he really a hellhound?" She asks, her voice coated with curiosity, no fear to be had. It was probably her biggest flaw, the girl simply did not fear and therefore she imagined it would cause issues in the future for her.