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[glimwoods]

Strides-In-Snow | Open
Outside of the gates was no better. The guards has been notified of his thievery and we're heading towards him, weapons drawn. The argonian wasn't stupid. He knew that he had very little chance of escaping without taking an arrow to the knee, or a sword in his back. But he was willing to take those chances. He broke into a full sprint, shoving past the guard that grabbed at his arm. In no time he was at the stables. He rapidly scanned the area, his gaze falling on the horses. He leapt onto a raven black horse with no saddle and took off. He clicked his tongue, urging the creature to run as fast as possible. Within minutes he was free of the pursuing guards, following the road with no thought of his next destination.

[Alpha Wolf 295]

Runa felt the odd object in the man's pocket but before she could get a grip on it, she was caught. She quickly withdrew her hand, standing and drawing her bow to either fight off the guards or the man himself. After a moment of silence, the man did nothing, and she hesitantly slid her bow back into position on her back. She considered just walking away, but something was off about this man, why didn't he call the guards, or try to fight her himself like most would. She cautiously walked around in front of him, trying to discern what, if anything was wrong with him.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
"I'm the Son of Death. So what?"
Tagged: Runa

"I'm half drunk, not stupid." Nicholas commented as the thief stepped into his view. Her face was hidden in a hood, so all he could make out was here figure; she was built like a thief, slender and agile. Nick gave her an emotionless, violet stare. "I thought it was proper to get to know someone first before getting touchy with them."

[Alpha Wolf 295]

Runa chuckled slightly at the man's remark. Considering the man's casual demeanor, she figured he wasn't much of a threat, at the moment. She hesitantly pulled her hood down and removed her mask, revealing her face. "Not often does one have a friendly chat with the thief that just tried to pick their pocket" she remarked crossing her arms and leaning against the nearest tree.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
"I'm the Son of Death. So what?"
Tagged: Runa

"I'm open to making friends." He replied simply, studying her features. The formerly masked theif seemed harmless enough. Well, as harmless as you could be, wearing a full set of light weight armor and armed with a bow. Yeah, harmless enough. "Just keep your hands out of my pants and we won't have any trouble."

[Alpha Wolf 295]

"No promises" she said jokingly, with a slight smirk. She eyed the man's weapons, or lack there of as it seems, as she didn't spot any on him, but that didn't mean he didn't have some way to fight, be it a concealed weapon or magic. He wasn't half bad looking, she finally realized now that she had really looked at him, he was a few inches taller than her, lean, dark hair, pale, his most interesting feature though, was his eyes, they were purple, and she couldn't help but stare into them.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
"I'm the Son of Death. So what?"
Tagged: Runa

Nicholas didn't mind her staring. Most people either did, or found them horrifyingly unnerrving. There was no in between. As she was so occupied with his eyes, the Breton pried his gaze away from her weaponry and focused more on her features. The thief was rather stunning in her own way, her red hair stealing his attention more than anything else. "What's your name?" Nicholas asked her finally.

[Alpha Wolf 295]

She was snapped out of her stare at the sound of his voice. Her name "Runa...and yours if I may ask?" she asked, nervously averting her gaze from his eyes, realizing he probably noticed her staring. She brushed a bit of hair out of her eyes, while at the same time trying to cover the scar on her cheek, which she was rather self-conscious about.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
"I'm the Son of Death. So what?"
Tagged: Runa

"Nicholas. Nicholas Storm. A pleasure to meet you, Runa." He extended a hand to her in greeting. "And don't think it's a big deal. Everyone stares." Well, that statement was half true. But Runa didn't need to know that.

[Alpha Wolf 295]

Runa extended her hand and gently shook his. Her cheeks turned a light pink at his statement. So he had noticed. "I wasn't staring because I thought your eyes were odd, I was staring because I..." she trailed off, to shy to say what she had originally intended, instead she just looked down at her boots, the more timid side of her personality rearing it's ugly head.