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[♚ Queen ♚]

OOC: (These two posts are so going to clash..this is going to be funny.)

MIKA

Tags: Hanzar <3

Mika didn't know how to respond just as much as he didn't. The kiss silenced her, and she remained silent staring at Hanzar as if she was lost. While his laid beside him almost off the bed her tail was swooshing side to side lazily behind her. It was surprisingly fluffed out a little due to her wandering emotions. He wanted this..he wanted her. She didn't know why she expected something different, and the warmth that was consuming her now because it hadn't been different was..wonderful. A warm smile crossed her lips finally, and she leaned down to kiss him again since she had no words at the moment. Well she did after she pulled away so they could both inhale air, and those words were," I love you." She hummed it before letting out a soft chuckle then kissing his face everywhere she could pausing back at his lips afterward. She was giddy, and happy beyond anything she had felt. If she didn't find a way to let it out she was afraid she was going to burst. A sly smile crossed her lips," an Argonian, and a Khajiit. You sure you want me joining your guild. You might not hear the end of it." She teased lightly running a finger along his horns then his jaw.

ANYA

Tags: Akadar you button pusher. lol.

She didn't know what she had expected, but it wasn't what she got. She should of known to expect it though so her lips thinned into a straight line as he started in on her. Chided her as if she was a small child, and not an adult. Her arms crossed over her chest feeling a bit defensive. When he said the bit about her clothes however she shot him a look of pure venom. "I will wear what ever the hell I wish to wear Guard. Be someone else's father." She spat throwing the deer skin down at his feet. "Your venison." She said storming away her expression one of pain that she was glad he couldn't see as she forced herself to stride normally. She would let hell frost over before she let HIM see her limp. She spat at the ground reaching the General Good Store before striding in like a harpy. She pulled some gems from her pockets, and a nice diamond before placing it on the counter. She was still fuming in her head as the man behind the counter ooooh'd and awwww'd over the gems before handing her some coin. She snatched it up, and headed for the Inn once more intent on getting a room this time. She needed to sleep, and her head was starting to pound from the fist she took. Some ice on the bruise would be nice, and so she could break a few things. Why did she ever come to Whiterun again..yep her mood was foul.

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
Location: Whiterun
With: Open

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Conavin took a large gulp of ale, holding the cup securely in his hand. He looked around the Inn, it wasn't very busy at the time. He placed the drink down and enjoyed the quiet. A bard was playing 'The Dragonborn Comes' and a few people were chatting. He hummed along with the tune, staring at his drink. He downed the rest of it and signaled for a refill. He smiled as Olfina refilled it. Conavin paid for the drinks, partially so he didn't end up drunk. He let a loud burp, earning a chuckle from a man sitting besides him.

[vega.]

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seventeen - breton - location: Morthal - tags: open(mika & hanzar having moment in the distance)

Entering Mooreside inn she did not find Mika or Hanzar waiting. She asked the inn keeper if they had arrived, but they had only seen an argonian who rented a room. He didn't want to bother them, but she did wonder what supplies Mika bought. Altavia didn't bother complaining. With the gold she had she ordered Steamed mud crab legs and salmon. She was offered to buy a drink but politely declined the woman and sat at the bar side while she ate. Who knows,thought the red nosed girl, they might get lost in eachother's eyes and forget everything somewhere.
Trying to warm herself up, Altavia sat by the hearth, staring into the fluttering flames. Stew cooked gradually above it, but wit hither stomach full she was more interested in what cooked it. Her face grew warm and she let her hands warm as well. Soon everything was quite pleasant and her discomfort ceased. By then she was no longer looking into the flames, but into oblivion, relapsing the terrible images she saw and brief conversation with her brother, or whatever looked like her brother. It could all very well be her imagination, which was a very powerful thing indeed.

The words that appeared both in ink and stone seemed a very rugged language, but somehow familiar. She searched her pockets and her bags at her waist, perking a moment in fear that she had lost something, and finally sighed when she retrieved a small, worn leather journal. In it she kept anything she wanted to see or remember. She was an adept artist, so drawings filled some of the blank pages as well. There were even sketches of the corpses of the dragons which attacked her. She rose and asked the inn keeper for a room, and paying ten septims she was lead to a room on the second floor and shut the door behind her. luckily there was ink and a quill waiting on the desk, and she hastily flipped the pages open to the next blank one and began to write what she remembered. Some of it was blurry, so she only wrote the ones she had a clear vision of, and subconsciously, she even read them. Liz, Slen, Nus. Ice, flesh, and statue. Feim. Fade." she played in her head. The rest were broken and she could not comprehend them. Not yet, anyways. She closed her journal, quite unsettled by her findings, and headed back down the stairs to the main floor of the inn where people laughed as if nothing in the world could bother them.

[Kveykva]

Akadar Strong-Blade - Male - 26 - Nord - Whiterun - Tagged: Need anymore salt, Anya?
Akadar wasn't very bright when it came to handling people. Being a guard was different than being a friend, and the latter wasn't his strong point. The backlash from his scolding he could handle. Anya dropped her deerskin at his feet and stormed through the gate into the city. The Nord would have followed the huntress, but he could not leave his post until relieved. Reluctantly, Akadar stayed put at the gate for several more hours, tucking the venison in a snowbank until he could retrieve it. I doubt she would want to see me anyway. The guard told himself, putting off any ideas of going to find her at a later date. What good have Imperials ever done for Skyrim, anyway? Nords dislike them about as much as they do Elves and beast-folk. Akadar thought. No good would ever come from an Imperial. The empire didn't belong in Skyrim. Imperials are much too attracted to shiny things, anyway. Dangle a bit of coin over their heads and you own them. It wasn't until around midday when Akadar was finally relieved of his post and allowed a lunch break, most of which he spend storing the meat Anya had paid him with away in his home and havinga quick meal before his shift took him to patrolling the streets of the Cloud and Plains districts.

[♚ Queen ♚]

ANYA

Tags: Conavin & Akadar

Anya awoke with a groan reaching a hand to her head with a sigh. She had did exactly what she intended on doing by getting her a room. Now that her anger was for the most part gone, and she had slept she grimaced at the furniture in the room. Okay, so she also did the other thing. She would definitely have to pay for all this. Anya got out of bed, washed herself, and dressed back into her armor. She then made her way down stairs to the Innkeeper wincing at the glare she got. She held up a hand before the other lady could speak," I'll pay for it. Here." She handed over the coin for the destroyed room. She watched the Inn Keeper walk away before taking note of who was at the bar. A guy she never seen before sat with a drink in his hands catching her attention. A smirk crossed her lips as she took his drink from him taking a swig before placing it back into his hand. She patted his cheek with a wink," Why thank you." She then headed for the door exiting the establishment. She took a breath outside before heading to her favorite stall giving the old lady behind it a wink. "I brought you something." She told her happily pulling out a couple of amulets handing them over to her. She then pulled out a diamond ring about to hand it over when someone's hand came down upon her wrist. Surprise went over her face as she turned to see a guard holding her. Except it wasn't blue grey eyes looking down upon her. "What is a imperial scum doing here in Whiterun." He scowled at her. She returned it with a glare," last time I checked Whiterun was undecided in the war. Has the Jarl changed his mind while I slept?" She asked hotly. She really didn't want to make a scene, but if he didn't let her go soon she was going to have to put him down - hard. Guard or not. The old ladies voice carried to her ears," Akadar come get your fellow guard his hassling my poor customer!"

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
Location: Whiterun
With: Anya, Akadar

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Conavin raised a eyebrow as a woman walked past. He nearly punched her when she took the rest of his drink. He paid good money for that ale! "You're welcome, vixen." He said quietly once she walked out of the Inn. He stood up and walked out of the Inn, his good mood ruined. He shielded his green orbs, the sunlight was much brighter then the Inn. Once his eyes adjusted he looked up and saw the streets once again busy, as busy as it got in Whiterun anyway. A guard harassing the woman from earlier got ahold of Conavin's attention. He let out a loud sigh and walked towards the guard "Don't you know how to treat lady?" He said with a smirk. He was going to give that lady a piece of his mind, or a piece of his fist and didn't want a guard taking the joy of that away. He didn't know what the guard was getting upset over, wasn't Whiterun neutral in the war? Even if he wasn't very interested in poltics the war did affect and for once he had chosen a side.The Imperials. You could say what you wanted about them but they had been in the right, what would the Stormcloaks had done in a war that was destined to lose, keep fighting so the Elves could loot and burn all of Skyrim? He didn't understand. The Nords should've been thankful, the Elves didn't need the treaty and several deities were left anyway.

[WatermelonBear]

Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Not even scared a little/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Lorneth and Skulvar

"Now, now, sir." Raavi spoke, attempting to use her persuasive skills on the man. "Why, your employee has just made you profit! Why would you shout at her because of that?" Kinaai questioned in a voice lighthearted and coaxing, throwing her arms up in the air casually. She then looked over to Lorneth, who seemed very angry. Beginning to stare at the ground, Raavi realized that this was probably the final straw for her. This was probably how she was treated all the time. Convincing Skulvar to give Lorneth back her job wasn't going to help her. Especially since she had already quit. "But, whatever, I guess you don't like money." she shrugged, chuckling to herself. She gave Lorneth a wink, hinting that she had an idea. "Oh, by the way, I was just about to buy that horse." Raavi gestured at S'tiza, "The gold you have in your hand now is 2,000. I'll give you another 1,000 if you give her to me now and let me and this Khajiit go on our way." She plopped another bag of gold in the man's hand, smirking to herself. "Deal?" Kinair finished.

Lorneth | 25 | Khajiit | Location;; Whiterun Stables | Tags;; Raavi, Skulvar | Current Mount;; Amzakar

Skulvar was frustrated He was angry at Lorneth, not only because she tried to sell her horse to another person without getting permission from him, he was outraged because that ‘person’ just happened to be another sneaky thieving Khajiit. He had enough of Lorneth, yes, she did care for his horses, but acting behind his back was inexcusable. He knew he had never trusted that sly furball anyway. He held the bag of gold in his hands, happy he at least made a profit. He honestly didn’t care if Lorneth left, she was useless anyway. When the other Khajiit offered more gold he was surprised but he wasn't going to turn down an offer like that. “Hmph. Deal.” he eyed Raavi, "Cat" he spat like an insult and held out his hand.

Lorneth turned away from Amzakar and back at the other Khajiit, she saw the black cat wink at her. What was she going to do? Hopefully, something he deserves, she thought to herself. She snarled back at her ex-boss and turned back around to get all the horses tacked up and prepare for the trip to nowhere. She walked over to a small chest and took out her bow and quiver along with a pair of daggers and a sack of essentials. She strapped her quiver on, attached her daggers to her belt and tied her light green cloak around her neck. She then went over to the other two horses watching the other khajiit. She motioned to the other Khajiit with her paws if she would like a horse tacked up for her.

[Kveykva]

Akadar Strong-Blade - Male - 26 - Nord - Whiterun - Tagged: Anya
Akadar walked the length of path that ran through Whiterun, from the gate, through the Plains district, by the temple, and up to the Cloud district where Dragonsreach, the Jarl's palace, sat, overlooking all of Whiterun. He'd just finished solving an argument between two children (patrolling the districts usually gave you lots of spare time) when he hear a ruckus down below in the Plains district. Someone, most likely Fralia Grey-Mane, had called his name, so he let the children off to play and headed down the steps. One of the guards had, surprise surprise, Anya of all people by the hand. "I found this Imperial scum skulking about." Akadar held back an exasperated groan. Everyone in the guard was either a racist old Nord or believed the Empire could do no wrong. There was no in between. "We don't arrest for loitering. Let her go if she hasn't broken the law, and quit harassing people." Shooting Akadar a piercing glare from under his helm, the guard let off Anya and headed off to find more trouble. "My apologies, Fralia." The Nord said once his colleague was out of earshot. "This is getting old quickly, I wish there was more I could do." The Battle-Borns were probably behind this. They hated the Grey-Mane family with a passion. "I'm sorry to see you were caught in the center of a feud, Anya. Are you alright?" He then noticed the Breton who'd just exited the Bannered Mare, who had his eye on Anya.

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Conavin Brueric
Male Breton
19 years old
Location: Whiterun
With: Anya, Akadar

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Conavin looked at the guard, watching as he walked away when another one talked to him. The scent of steel and dust wafted off of him and he had a gruff voice when he spoke. Conavin nodded the guards direction, thankful that the other guard had left. If only the one would had broken up the fight could leave so Conavin could get the woman, Anya to pay him back for the ale. Anya, he ran the name over in his head a few times, he wanted to remember her so he could keep away from her. Conavin crossed his arms "Thanks for breaking that up, sir." He said, trying to treat the guard with respect.

[♚ Queen ♚]

ANYA

Tags: Akadar & Conavin

For once Anya was silent as the man from earlier came out complaining about how to treat a lady. Before the guard could say anything or her for that matter came Akadar. She rubbed her wrist as she was released giving Fralia a grateful look before nodding at Akadar. "Thanks..I have no doubt I would be going to a jail cell if you hadn't arrived." She told him awkwardly remembering their last coming together. They definitely had weird interactions. She turned to look at the new fellow raising a brow at him. "Thanks as well. Here." She told him handing over some coin. "For that drink earlier." She gave a thankful smile before putting her hands on her hips eyeing Akadar up, and down slowly. "Must be on duty.." She said lifting the front of his helmet up with a finger slowly before winking at him. She lowered it back before blinking as she noticed the old lady with a smug look on her face. Anya felt for once in her life her cheeks growing warm. Did the old lady plan this? Surely not. She was suddenly very uncomfortable being around these two men.