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[♚ Queen ♚]

MIKA

Her eyes widened a bit as he grabbed her foot with ease, but his praise had her smiling. At least until he dropped her leg an announced it was his turn to strike. She must of looked like a rabbit caught in the sight of a predator because he was quick to reassure her. Would Hanzar hurt her? No. Never. She trusted him..Look at all they had been through so far. She gave a small nod stepping back to give him some room to strike, and putting all her senses on alert. Maybe that was why she winced at a sudden sharp knock on their door. She let out a soft hiss hands going to her now sensitive ears. "Yes?!" She snapped eyes meeting Hanzar's warily. Was it Altavia.. or a enemy. The voice mumbled something through the door, but she picked up on it somewhat okay. "It's Altavia. She wants to see us." She hummed at her mate moving towards her clothes, and getting redressed. "We continue next time we can?" She asked not wanting him to think she was using this as an excuse to get out of it.

ANYA

She headed out the gate striding down the dirt path with a purpose. She needed to hunt, and just get herself back on track. Others were starting to notice she was off. The other males she flirted with almost on a daily basis for a drink, brawl, or fun. She hadn't had the urge to do so since.. okay she still brawled. Her temper much shorter then it had been before. "I just really need to take a trip out of Whiterun. Riverwood is a agreeable place I suppose.." She mumbled to herself veering off the path to hit the plains. Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud hitting of hooves on the ground, and a dark swirl in the sky. What the.. "What is going on?" She yelled at the guard that was approaching rapidly on horseback. "Dragon!" He shouted as he passed her in a cloud of dust. She coughed blinking before realizing what he said. Akadar. How she knew he was at the tower was a different story. Anya took off at a run her build made for running, and endurance. "That fool better not get himself killed!" She huffed as she progressed toward the battle.

[Durnehviir]

Hanzar \\ M \\ 26 \\ Argonian \\ Tags: Mika, Altavia
Hanzar flinched as there was a knock at the door and he could hear Mika's non-approving hiss. A smile danced across his face as he listened to her. He dropped her leg and strides over to his clothes and slipped on a shirt and his boots. Hanzar chuckled as he turned his head toward the khajiit. "Yes, we shall continue this later on. It is still my turn." He grinned before he strides back over to her. The male placed a gentle kiss on her cheek before opening the door and walking down the stairs. Altavia was sitting on the chair and minding her own. Where was the male, the Breton? Nord? He rubbed his head trying to remember what he was. A small chuckle escaped him as he couldn't remember the male's race even though he saved him. "Hey Altavia, how'd everything go?" Hanzar asked curiously.

[Durnehviir]

Dar'Zarina Javahaan \\ F \\ 30 \\ Khajiit \\ Tags: Razya, Apocrypha
Dar'Zarina could help but laugh at the bird. She clutched her stomach as she lost all control as she laughed. After several moments she looked up to the bird. "You're telling me to be quiet. Though I never interrupted you. The last I checked you were the one who interrupted my friend and I's conversation. Also overhearing our conversation was wrong as it was none of your business. Before you contuine to scold me and roll your beady little eyes at me, tell me who or what you work for. You're the one who came onto me so you she be a little more accepting of my actions. Also, I have plenty of coin, so I don't necessarily need your 'job' but I am a bit interested. So, who are you working for and what do you want me to do? I'm not guarteeing my hand, so don't get any funny ideas." The khajiit spoke calmly with a smooth voice. Her ears swiveled towards the bird as she waited for a responce. Dar'Zarinas long tail flicked anxiously from side to side in anticipation.

[Captain Plucky]

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
Location: Riften
With: Raavi

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Conavin noticed that Raavi followed his lead, suddenly calming down. He made a small note of that for later, it might mean that she was easy to influence, or maybe she just wanted to act like him, either way that could be useful later. He had thoughtful look on his face as he thought over Raavi's bet. "Deal." He had the feeling that he would lose, but two bottles of wine and a pie wasn't expensive, so he couldn't find a reason to object. He realized that Raavi must be rubbing off on him. He never did anything unless it would profit him and he didn't have fun, unless your idea of fun was practicing magic all day. He didn't mind, a small bet didn't mean he was going to suddenly turn into a talkative, happy go lucky Nightingale.

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Regaining Composure/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin.

Raavi nodded briskly to Conavin's response, leading the way to the Thieves Guild Bar. They went through a large wood door, which, when looked at from the hallway, turned out to be a wardrobe. Raavi shut it back closed after she was done, expectant to see all eyes on her and Conavin. Kinair saw most people turn their heads to them right away, but she couldn't spot everyone's eyes in the room. However, she was sure that, once they entered the bar, that would change right away. Raavi licked her lips and fangs, unable to wait for her pie. She was going to pick the most expensive, hard-to-cook on the menu, just to be a playful jerk to Conavin. Raavi couldn't wait to see his reaction once he lost.

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
Location: Riften
With: Raavi

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Conavin followed Raavi, noting that even in the Guild's hideout they still hid things, such as the door that lead into the main area. He felt a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment when almost everyone turned to look at him and KInair. He had a distinct feeling he was going to lose this bet. He swore to himself that he wouldn't be a sore loser. He ignored everyone's gaze, appearing unbothered. It wasn't like he could do something to make them look away.

[Kveykva]

Apocrypha - Firebird - Solitude Outskirts - Tagged: Dar'Zarina
Apocrypha forced herself to bite back a sharp reply. The Kahjiit must sense her canny intentions. The insolent little cat. She crowed internally. Apocrypha deserved more respect than this; she served a god. Collecting herself, Apocrypha prepared a response. "I suppose this is inevitable. I serve Hermaeus Mora, the Daedric lord of knowledge and prophecy. A proper place for someone of my diligence to live, and and to serve." Apocrypha adjusted her stance into a more comfortable one. "I shall not try to say this fact excuses my interruption, but these are extenuating circumstances. My lord has asked me to seek out an champion, and you are what I have. I'd advise not turning down a god so sharply, lest you anger the Daedric Prince. As I stated before, there shall be a reward. Gold, longevity, knowledge, whatever you wish." The offer ought to be inciting, but Apocrypha had lost the touch in her snake tongue. Her words were not as sweet as they used to be.

[Durnehviir]

Dar'Zarina Javahaan \\ F \\ 30 \\ Khajiit \\ Tags: Razya, Apocrypha
The khajiits face rested for a few moments before it changed into something more bitter once when the bird mentioned Hermaeus Mora. "I mean no disrespect, but I'm in no way, trying to endulge my wellbeing into the hands of Hermaeus. I don't work with any deadric prince's and I plan to keep out of their petty problems. I'm in no desperate need of knowledge or anything else that you offered. I have plenty of gold to live comfortably and I was told, that it is dangerous to know too much. I will be passing up on your offer. Please find someone else that is more equipped for this job. I shall be leaving and I expect you to respect my decision." Dar'Zarina stated firmly before she shifted in her horses seat; getting ready to ride off away from this weird and unwelcoming bird.

[Captain Plucky]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Regaining Composure/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavi

Ravvi covered her mouth with a paw, hiding her triumphant smirk. Everyone in the room was staring at the two, just as she had predicted. She chuckled quietly to herself, seeing that the bet was as good as won. She had to admit, it was fun playing games and bets like this with Conavin. The more time she spent with him, the more she enjoyed his company. Eventually, she saw Vex, who was leaning on a column. "Vex?" Raavi called, approaching the female. Vex gave the Nightingale a dismissing, slightly curious glare, acknowledging Conavin with little-to-no interest. However, Vex was still puzzled as to what the annoyingly spontaneous Khajiit wanted.

[vega.]

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seventeen - breton - location: Winterhold, College - tags: Nicholas/Mika & Hanzar

Altavia bounced to her feet when she noticed her two friends bounding down the stairs of the inn to meet her. She had the use to rush forward and embrace them for all they've done, but it would be a bit awkward. And it wasn't over yet.
"He's alive!" She said with a bright grin, urging them both to sit at a nearby table so she could explain.
"I got into the college with Nicholas, the troll-guy, right? I found out that my brother had only left days ago. A little more time in the college and i'll have a good idea of where he went." Altavia paused for a moment to sigh. "I..." she decided it was best if she left out her suspicions of the breton mage. "you both have both have done so much for me, I don't want to drag you into this any further." She stated with a gesture of her hands, pink from the cold. her nose was just as flush, but despite that she had a light gleam in her eye.

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twenty nine - breton - location: Whiterun, watchtower - tags: Akadar, Anya, Dragon nomnomsoul

The click of hooves on the cable paved road along with the whistling of the wind past his ears and the hollering pain of his broken arm clutched tightly to his chest as he rode was willed down into nothing but a harmonious tune to Celenr. the breton honed in on his thoughts and the vivid memory of his map so that he wouldn't have to stop and painfully fold it out. he would be passing through Whiterun. A neutral hold, not much to see, but much to do with being the trading center of Skyrim. Celenr has been there many times before, but now the familiar scene was interrupted by something new: A mass of wings tearing through the sky, fire shouts causing the old stone building to look more like a candle than a watch tower.
Perfect.
The peculiar steed he picked up in Dawnstar despite all the rumors followed his silent requests of the rein, loping into the long grasses towards the battle. Celenr spotted figures the dragon was attacking, seeing arrows flying into the skies. The closer her got, the more the air around him trembled with the weight of the fight. The dragon was winning at this rate. he left his horse some distance away and strode into the mess, shouting for the men to keep their distance and use their bows. With a great gusts of wind from it's wings, the dragon landed several feet away. He breathed flames at all who stood in his way. Some people just couldn't listen. Still, Celenr brushed the flying ash from his shoulder and marched towards the side of the dragon, slowly picking up pace. He disregarded those around him. "Tiid maar, dii fahdon." Bad timing, my friend. Almost startled by his speech in the dragon tongue, the beast spun, only to find nothing there. Though it had still heard the man speak the verse that turned him into a ghost. It flared it's nostrils searching for him, about the right time for others to be advancing while it was distracted.

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
Location: Riften
With: Raavi

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Conavin knew he lost and he had been rather good about it until Raavi chuckle. "Hmh, I thought I heard somebody laugh, must've been me." he said with a smirk. He watched as she walked over to a blonde woman, probably a Imperial. He followed her, noting how the woman, Vex seemed to look mildly annoyed when Kinair spoke to her. He could tell that she liked to talk and could easily annoy people so he wasn't surprised. Vex didn't seem at interested with him, and he was fine with that. He would just act professional, no need to try to make friends like Kinair seemed to. He glanced at Raavi, unsure if she wanted to talk or let him do it.