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[Durnehviir]

Hanzar \\ M \\ 26 \\ Argonian \\ Tags: Mika
The male heard Mika close the door and a slight sigh escaped his mouth as he thought of everything that just happened. He knew it was a bad idea to come to Solitude but he had pushed those thoughts to the side. Hanzar felt the soft touch of Mika and he looked up from his hands, anger clearly stricken on his face. "I just need some rest." He said as calmly as he could as he kept making a fist. Opening and closing his hands. Mika helped him lean back and he gritted his teeth slightly. He felt her take his boots off before she asked him that question. Another sigh escaped his scaley mouth before he shook his head. "No, id rather not." Hanzar said quietly. "Maybe one day, but not today." He said as he placed his arm over behind his head.

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seventeen - breton - location: Bee & Barb - tags: open

Wrapped in her black cloak, trudging along the road towards Solitude was a young lady. Her dark hair was pulled behind her and the still-fresh wounds on her face stung with every gust of wind. They would leave scars, but it was the least of Altavia's worries. Deeper scars were embedded in her mind. Over her shoulder she carried three wolf pelts, of the first three she ever had to kill. Tears blurred her vision but she still caught the beasts' necks with her blades. She would sell the pelts for gold, enough to buy supplies. When her caravan was destroyed she did not return to her home in High Rock before setting out, and where she was an important figure in a wealthy family, in Skyrim she was worth much less. Altavia owned nothing but her light armor which she came in, and the daggers she carried. She would say she missed many things, but it seemed as though there was a wall that prohibited her from remembering past the attack. There were too many questions left unanswered.

The snow fell gently as she spotted Solitude on it's great cliff by the sea. She noticed billowing sails of ships sailing inward, and those docked in port. Exhaustion swayed her steps, but the sight of finally seeing the city pushed her on. She had never been to Solitude, but heard of it during her travels. She heard of the royalty which resided there, but mainly the businesses that boomed being so close to the wide waters of the Sea of Ghosts. They often shipped goods to High Rock, Altavia recalled. Perhaps she could take a ship home?
She realized she was thinking of turning back, before she became involved in the thick of it all, but she refused to her consciousness. She had a family friend who lived in Solitude who perhaps could help her. He was the only one she knew could help her. She swept a hand over her hot brow, rubbing away cold sweat. Altavia approached the main gate, which a guard hesitated to open in courtesy of a dark cloaked Breton with the look of murder in her heavy wounded eye, but after gesturing to her pelts to give an idea of what business she actually had in those walls with a shallow sigh they allowed her in. The girl glanced around at first, looking among the people still bustling about before turning her gaze towards the ground and marching down the street until she recognized a symbol above a shop. One she has seen ofttimes as a child. With a flood of relief, she tried the door, but it refused to open. It was locked.
An older woman called out to her "Ey, Evandill's gone for the while, get the message?" in a rather harsh voice. Altavia swallowed hard and nodded, and the woman must've seen the disappointment in her eyes and her voice softened as she added "Stay a few nights, if you can. I can tell em' after he gets back you wanted to see em'."
"Altavia. Tell him Altavia is waiting." The girl suggested breathlessly before walking off with sluggish steps.

"The Bee & Barb. Original." She wondered aloud after she paused on the street. It was dangerous to travel at night, and she had the wolf pelts to prove it. All the merchants closed up for the night, so she would sell them in the morning. She suddenly doubled over at the sudden pain her abdomen and a terrible feeling in her throat. The nearby guards inched away from the sick girl and bellowed some irritated complaints as she relieved her stomach and took a deep breath and a moment to curse to herself.

[♚ Queen ♚]

MIKA

A frown came over her lips as he shut her out, but she didn't push. It clearly was a sore subject as she watched his hands clutch, and release as if he was just a push away from fighting something..or someone. She watched him for a moment more before moving to the empty side of the room dropping her bag. She then pulled out a stripe of fabric before heading to run some cold water on it. She then made her way back to him lightly putting it on his forehead before trailing a hand down his cheek then chest. It rested at his stomach as she stared down at him concerned. "When your ready then love. Rest. I will see about them bringing us up some food, and let them know for us not to be disturbed." She leaned down to place a soft kiss on his cheek giving him a soothing smile. It should be a given that they wouldn't want to be disturbed, but it would be best to really put the point across. Last thing she wanted was some idiot getting a bit more courage then he should on some ale, and thinking he should fight Hanzar. Fear was good..until it was diluted by a drink. She moved for the door pausing to look back at him," do you wish for anything else?"

[Durnehviir]

Hanzar \\ M \\ 26 \\ Argonian \\ Tags: Mika
Hanzar felt her kiss and her soft paws and a relaxed sigh came from his mouth. He listened to her intently before he sat up. "Be careful Mika." The male said in a serious tone. "I may be injured but don't think that I won't place my fist against someone's jaw. If anything bad starts happening just scream and I'll be down." The male said before gently leaning back down.

Drama needs to happen.)

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seventeen - breton - location: Bee & Barb - tags: open

She coughed in order to clear her throat, then Altavia noticed a light as the door to the inn swung open. It wasn't the only thing swinging out of the building: two nords who must've been curious as to what the commotion outside was spotted the girl and laughed. They sauntered up to her and in a slurred verse offered some help. she barely responded before they hooked and arm under both of hers and hoisted her up. The sudden movement made her feel sick again, but her hard pale eyes were obviously displeased. They carried her into the noisy inn, travelers and residents with only 'fun' on their mind singing along to an unfamiliar song by the hearth.
Altavia wasn't paying attention to what the words were saying, other than knowing they kept asking her questions and trying to guess amongst themselves. A mug of mead was lifted in front of her nose, and the girl by reflex grunted and shoved not only the drink, but the entire nord several feet back. She may be sick but she still had enough strength to assert herself. They didn't seem to like it. The other grabbed her arm and pulled her back as the other recovered, and again they pressured her. It was burning a hole through her patience, and she was reaching for her dagger underneath her cloak, but the last thing she wanted was a bounty on herself, so she continued to argue as her anger boiled.

[♚ Queen ♚]

MIKA

Tags: Hanzar & Altavia

Mika gave a nod at Hanzar's words, but she had no intentions of screaming if things went south...he was already hurt, and in a harsh mood. Could she handle it though..they were just some drunken men. Mika opened the door, and closed it softly behind herself before making her way to the main room. To say she had jinxed herself would be a understatement as she paused at the entrance eyes immediately going to a stir towards the door. Her eyes widened at the site of a obviously not feeling to well girl being rough housed by some men. Were they trying to force her to drink that bile stuff they called mead? She froze turning her gaze to the Nord behind the counter, but he was staring at her. So he wasn't going to help? Mika felt disgust come over her features, and watched as the Nord just shrugged his shoulders a sly ill little smile on his lips. Hanzar seemed to be the only man with any respect around here!
Mika knew she shouldn't, but her blood was boiling now. She should go get Han..no he needed to rest. "Sorry love.." She whispered before heading towards the men her claws slipping out. "Did no one teach you to respect a female!" She hissed amber eyes a blazed as one of the drunken men turned around to give her a look over. "Heyss you were with Hanarrr. Done warming his bed?" He slurred a grin on his face as his breath made her nose wrinkle with disgust. Hurt flashed in her gaze at that..she was more then a body! "Aw did the Khajiit think she was special." He sneered taking her arm in his hand making her wince as he pulled her against him. Anger flared in her..she couldn't help it. How dare this man insult her..Mika lashed out with her claws catching the man across the face. Blood welled up, but she didn't care instead she pulled back her other hand swiping at him. Her muzzle wrinkled up to show her fangs as she let out a loud snarl. "You will release that woman now!" She screamed at the men behind the drunken man still trying to rough house the woman who looked like she was injured herself. She grabbed the man in front of her before throwing him to the side which wasn't hard to do since his balance was off. She then progressed towards the group of men hands on her ebony daggers. Her eyes locked onto the other girls giving a nod of her head. They would teach these fools some manners, and she had no doubts Hanzar had heard the commotion..he would be coming. They would be sorry.

[Durnehviir]

Hanzar \\ M \\ 26 \\ Argonian \\ Tags: Mika
Hanzar heard loud commotion coming from downstairs and then he heard Mika yell at someone; he wasn't sure who. He sat up immediately and began to shuffle towards his door. Pulling it open he shuffled across the floor and began walking down the stairs. No shirt, and no shoes, just his pants and a bandage that covered his back. Everything froze and went still as the scaley creature stood at the bottom of the stairs. He scanned the surroundings and saw two large drunken men holding a small, younger women by the arms, one man had slashes on his face. Everything was silent except for the breathing of every creature in the room. Hanzar walked calmly over to the two drunken men who held the female. "Put her down, or bad things will happen." The argonian said in a low, intimidating voice. They both gently placed down the girl without a second though and then Hanzar looked to Mika with a slight nod. Hanzar then walked to the center of the room and stood on top of a wooden chair. "If any one else wants to disrespect a women then I'd advice you to have a talk with me. This Breton will be left alone and given a room for free for her troubles. If anyone disturbs me, the Breton or my friend here, we will have problems." Hanzars red eyes gleamed across the room before he bowed sarcastically. "Please continue." He said with a growl before stepping off of the chair and walking to Mika and the girl. "Go get a key from the inn keeper. Mika let's go get some rest." Hanzar said before he began to shuffle back up the stairs.

[♚ Queen ♚]

MIKA

Tags: Scary Hanzar..and Altavia :3

Mika froze when everyone else did as Hanzar showed up at the door her eyes searching his. Hadn't he warned her, but he didn't seem angry with her. She slowly turned to glare at one of the drunken guys, and as everyone remained frozen she kicked him in the shin. She then humphed, and when Hanzar strolled over she gave him an innocent look. She need not worry as he addressed those holding the other women. She quickly made her way to the girl wrapping her arm around her waist to steady her. "Names Mika..that is Hanzar." She purred looking at him as he stood on the chair a look of pride in her gaze. "No harm will come to you now. Grab a key for the room next to ours. You can come over, and share some food with us if you like. We will be resting, but company isn't tiring at least until bed time." She hummed before letting the girl go gently as Hanzar approached. She gave a sheepish smile before following after him pausing to give the girl a smile. Then they were making their way upstairs, and she hurried to open the door for him. "Sorry..I just saw them treating her like that..I couldn't help myself." She apologized as she entered the room after him shutting the door. She stood awkwardly for a moment looking at the ground before staring back up at him through her lashes. He had called her friend back there..it was a honor so why did she feel a bit sad about it. She pushed it away making her way over to him. She didn't know what made her do it, but she helped him sit down on the bed before sliding onto his lap. Her eyes searched his, but she remained silent - waiting.

[Durnehviir]

Hanzar \\ M \\ 26 \\ Argonian \\ Tags: Mika
The male made his way into the room and gently sat down on the bed as he listened to Mika talk. A slight shrug came from his shoulders. "There's no need to apologize Mika, you did the right thing." He said calmly. The male began to stretch but groaned slightly in pain before he rested his arms back down to his side. "Come, let's get some rest." Hanzar said as he put the rest of his body on the bed. A small yawn escaped the reptiles mouth, which showed a set of perfectly straight, white, sharp teeth.

[♚ Queen ♚]

MIKA

She didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't him laying down while she was on his lap. She gave a small noise of surprise before moving more to his side then stretching out beside him. She moved her head to his chest to listen to his heartbeat as one arm circled his waist. It would be an odd sight if that girl came to visit like Mika offered, but call her a bit possessive - she was okay with it. She had been called a body for him, and he had called her a mere friend. Needless to say it felt nice to be a bit closer to him..would a friend be cuddled against his side like this? Mika realizing she was letting it get to her pushed it all away closing her eyes to listen to the soft thump of his heart. Her fingers made slow circles on his side a subconscious gesture.