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Kanixillo

A Calraidan Mountain Lycan with a knack for manipulating metals of all kinds, and a jewelers shop in Skysong City.

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a character in “The Chronicles Of Galeia | Ballad of Calraida”, as played by BrienaSkysong

Description

  • Name: Kanixillo Beatavrim
  • Gender: Male
  • Age: 31
  • Species: Lycanthrope, Calraidan
  • Subspecies/Breed: Mountain Lycan
  • Height | Birth Form: Currently 7'6" when standing on two legs, including his ears. 5'4" when on his fours
  • Height | Human Form: 6'6"
  • Weight | Birth Form: 450lbs of fur and muscle
  • Weight | Human Form: 215lbs
  • Primary Hand: Right Handed | Trained to be ambidextrous, so can use both right and left hands almost equally, though the left is slightly weaker.
  • Eye Color: Rich, vibrant, molten gold in both birth and human forms
  • Complexion: Tanned golden brown (Souix Tribe Native American to us)
  • Hair/Fur Color: Raven Black (Inky black with a raven feather like blue-ish sheen under the light.)
  • Scars: Four old claw slashes between the shoulder blades, truly visible only in human form, well hidden under his thick mane in his birth form.
  • Tattoos: The Elite's Rune on the left shoulder in blue, placed at the completion of his training in the Lycan Sanctuary in Calraida. (Pattern to be decided at a later date. Tribal/Nordic/Celtic) The Rune emits a soft glow.
  • Voice: Baritone in Human form, gaining an undertone of base rumble in Birth Form. His accent is a lazy drawl of southern Calraidan inflections. (Imagine a drawling English accent...)
  • Special Ability(ies): Able to extract and manipulate metals, as well as gemstones and minerals; ties in well with his career as a master jeweler.
  • Religion: He follows the Calraidan Lycanic Faith, though does not discriminate against those of other beliefs.
    Full Detail - Birth Form

    Kanixillo is a standard male Lycan of Calraida, standing at seven feet and six inches when walking on his twos, ears included, and standing at five feet and four inches when he chooses to go on all fours. His eyes glitter a rich, deep golden color, and under the correct lighting, his eyes catch the light like any cat or wolf's eyes will under a real life flashlight during the night. He is a carnivore, after all; a supreme predator. His body is covered in thick, glossy raven black fur, thickest around his neck, scruff, chest, back, haunches, genitalia, and tail. His mane grows from around the thick fur at his scruff, as well as between his ears, falling rather like a horses forelock to either side of his wide forehead, almost like a widows peek. The mane at the back falls to mid spine when standing, or drapes in curtains down his sides when he's dropped to his fours. While his fur shortens to a sleek sheen over his abdominal muscles, he has no hairless points on his body, save for his pads, and his leathery black nose. Indeed, even the shortest fur on his body has a nice undercoat of fuzzy, soft fur, insulation against the elements he was born in. His ears are triangular, and well insulated with fluffy fur.

    His golden eyes are large, intelligent, and often bright with mischief. His muzzle is long, noble as any wolf, with no shortening like you might find in some versions of werewolves. Within his jaws is a salmon pink tongue, and a full set of sharp, well looked after teeth, with large canines, and strong back molars. The color of his gums ranges from liver brown where his lips and jowls connect to his jaws, to a healthy pink as they reach the teeth. Despite being primarily a carnivore, Kanixillo, like most Lycans, also eats such things as bread, cheese, fruits, and vegetables. Thus, the back molars are adapted to cope with foods such as these. His facial bone structure is regal, angular, his muzzle narrowing into a noble wedge, squared off at his black, leathery nose. Despite having highly wolven features, his face is no less expressive than that of a human or elf. He can grin, smile, do such things as waggle his eyebrows (called brow points in this form. Like in real canines, this is the point where his brow whiskers sprout, and a lot of hound dogs and huskies have pips at.) His ears are a major part of his expressions, ably to flick and swivel, prick forward and pin back.

    His mouth is another interesting feature. Lycans speak through their mouths, as well as via telepathy, though telepathy is usually reserved for those close to them. They speak very clearly, with none of the expected lisping. This is because their mouths are formed with just enough difference from a real wolf's, allowing the clear speech.

    His tail is about three feet long, heavily furred, with the longest hairs reaching at least ten inches, and quite expressive. It can nearly bend back to tough the tip back to the base of the tail if bent manually, though when left alone, it falls like any real wolfs tail. It's highly mobile, and a good indicator of his mood. You will always know when he's so happy he can't contain himself. That tail will not be holding still. The backs of his thighs, closest to his rump are thickly furred, then as we go lower and further forward, the fur thins out, the grain facing downward toward the joint of his knee. The rest of the way down, on all four limbs, the fur is sleek and short.

    His back has the same thick blocking of fur as a wolf, with a heavy undercoat in the winter. The undercoat, like in real wolves and many breeds of dog, is water resistant, and it takes a good deal to soak him through. On his shoulders, the fur is thick, growing thinner as you go down to his elbows.

    Kanixillo's hind legs begin as humanoid in shape at the thighs. Then as you go lower,, passing the knees, the calves meld smoothly into strong hocks, and from then on, it's all wolf. His paws are in proportion with the size of his body, not too big, nor too small. The pads are thick, rough, and a shade above black. His claws are more like talons, curved and ending in sharp points. Don't get in a fight with him; he kicks. Meanwhile, at his front...

    Lycans have humanoid chests. Muscular pectorals, broad shoulders, ripped abs. Long, muscular arms.

    Kanixillo himself is less of a musclebound brute, having a leaner build. Kanixillo's hands are nimble, but his palms and fingers carry thick pads, the same shade above black as his hind pads. Tipping each finger is a sharp talon, well in proportion with his hands; no horror movie foot long talons here. He keeps them sharp, but covers them with smooth, blunt caps when he isn't in battle. No need to accidentally rip open someones arm by accident, or ruining a silk gown of a noble lady. The caps are silver. His arms have the mobility and strength to carry him when he runs on his fours, and he has the full range of movement. He can rotate his arms in a full circle, fold them over his chest, etc; anything a fully healthy human can do, he can.

    In this form Kanixillo rarely dons clothing. When running in the forest, he wears either a leather loincloth, or nothing but his fur. In court, around the city and in public in general, he may wear a light, loose shirt, with the lacing usually undone or loosely tied. He will also don a pair of customized breeches, and light, ceremonial leather armor.

    Full Detail - Human Form:

    Kanixillo in his human form looks like any strapping human man. Barring the golden eyes, slightly sharp looking canines and wolfish grin, and the pointed ears. His fingernails are also faintly reminiscent of claws, but only just.

    He stands at six feet and six inches, average for most male Lycans his age. His face is angular, highly resembling the Native Americans of our world ( for a good reference, google "Wind In His Hair Indian. Imagine a slightly more angular version of that guy.), chiseled and handsome. His cheekbones are high, his chin a narrow square and strong. Laugh lines crinkle the corners of his eyes, and dimples appear when he grins; which he usually seems to be doing eighty-five percent of the time. His eyes remain the same shade of deep gold as his true form. They are lined with thick lashes, set under a noble brow. His eyebrows are strong, but not hairy or bushy. His brow is wide, set under a widows peak of raven hair. No other facial hair grows on his visage. His lips are full, sensual and attractive, and often stretched over white teeth in a big grin.

    Kanixillo's hair is thick and silky, raven black and falling straight to mild waves to his mid back. He generally braids a few neutral colored beads into small locks at the sides, leaves it loose, or ties it back with a leather thong. His ears are pointed, though not as prominently as an elf's; rather they end at three quarters of an inch after that of a human in a point. His shoulders are broad and strong, and his chest is lean but muscular. His stomach flaunts a modest six pack. His hips are narrow, his legs long, thighs toned and muscular. His arms are strong, muscular, but not those of a bodybuilder. His hands are nimble, with masculine fingers, but suiting that of a jeweler, rather than a woodworker or lumberjack.

    His feet are, like his paws in his birth form just right for him; neither too large, nor too small; proportionate to his body. On his left ankle, he wears an ankle bracelet made of silver. It's a simple chain, given to him by his mother as a coming of age gift.

    Kanixillo, for being a furry beast in his true form, has very little to no body hair. Maybe a light dusting over his arms and his legs, and lower abdomen, but beyond that, relatively hairless.

    He is one of those Lycans that can tolerate the human form for a long period of time.
  • Personality: Kanixillo is a fun loving Lycan. He enjoys jokes and good stories. He views the world from a "Glass is half full" point of view, and is rarely ever down or depressed. He loved to joke around, tease and play, and could be mistaken as being a pup, if it weren't for his very clearly fully matured frame and assets. Loving to his family and closest friends, and ever loyal, you couldn't ask for a better friend in a canine. He loves children, and will always stop to play, even if it means toddlers (pup or human/elf) gnawing on his ears.

    However, that doesn't mean Kanix can't be serious when the situation calls for it. When he settles down and concentrates on a task, that task will be done. When he makes a promise, he makes the greatest effort not to break that promise. In battle, he's dead serious, calm, and dispatches death with cold efficiency. In a hunt, he does his best to bring down the prey.

    But, in all likely hood, he'd rather give you puppy kisses, rather than bite you.

    It's hard to get in this Lycan's bad books. But there are ways to condemn yourself to his maul list: Hurt his friends, family, kill an innocent child, harm anyone close to him; he will come after you, and it will not be pretty.
  • History: Kanixillo was born to a lone female, one by the name of Kanalla. His father had been killed in a skirmish with human bandits who had wandered into Lycan borders, an arrow having met its mark in his throat. Like his father, Kanixillo was a deep, blue black. However, instead of the icy blue eyes of his sire, the pup bore instead that molten gold gaze of his mother. The lone mother, while still grieving for the father, put her all into raising the black pup. She made the move to the borders of the Lycan and Elven territories, settling down in a cave a mile away from the border. Thus safe, she settled into raising her son to be a strong, smart male. She taught him early how to hunt on his own, how to track various wildlife and human life, as well as the elves that were their neighbors.

    Kanixillo, like mostly all Lycans, grew rapidly throughout his first thirteen years, coming into puberty as a well muscled young male. She taught him common tongue to the best of her ability, as well as what scraps of the human native tongue she knew; all the better to understand danger in the making should he ever encounter the creatures that had murdered his father. On his fourteenth year, she took him to the Lycan Sanctuary city for the first time, letting him experience the bustle of Lycans and the few human merchants that came with the caravans brave enough to follow the route through Lycan territory to sell their goods. It was all quite an exhillarating experience for the young male.

    He stayed for two years at the Sanctuary to undergo combat training with Aliath and Aleyana, the Elders that doubled as unofficial leaders of the Lycans. At the age of sixteen, he returned to his mother’s cave, long enough to bid her farewell, being that he was ready to go on his way and disperse into the world. Then he left, ready to explore all that the world held. It wasn’t long before he encountered a group of elves, a human, a Centaur, a Fox Anthro mage, a pack of Dire wolves, a herd of wild horses, and a strange race of cat creatures he had never encountered before, called the Alaarri. They were led by an intriguing girl; while his mother and the Elders had taught him a lot, they hadn’t let him in on such things as Elven heritage and royalty, and so he would have no idea the girl was special or destined for great things.

    All he knew was that the girl intrigued him enough that he decided to join the mixed group. He made fast friendships among the group, including Orion, the Centaur, and Amadeus, the Fox mage. On his seventeenth year, he discovered his ability, that being the ability to manipulate metals and gems, able to draw them from the earth and shape them into trinkets and baubles. Upon Briena’s sixteenth year, a dark elf - not a usual sight above the ground - found the group, and it was revealed that the young woman that led this group was one of the two lost princesses, the daughters of the late Prince Lorican of Serenia. Thus began Kanixillo’s and the group’s last leg of a journey to the Serenian Capitol, Skysong City.

    Life at the castle was… interesting to get used to. The lavish surroundings, the warm weather, and learning to wear breeches in such a way as to fit in among the nobility. But eventually, Kanixillo settled in, happy to stay in one place. Over the next several years, he set up his own shop in the City, on the illustrious main road through the city; King’s Road. He made his own living off of his ability with metals and gems, making jewelry, from rings and necklaces for humans and elves, to tail rings and piercings for Lycans. And then the war the mad king of the Human kingdom had begun kicked into high run, ten years into life at the Serenian capitol.

    He was among those that fought in the battle that won the war in the favor of the elves. He could attest to seeing the mad king’s head roll across blood-soaked, battle torn earth, parted from the torso by the blade of the red headed woman he had joined all those years past. He could still remember the feel of blood coating his jaws, flooding his mouth, covering his claws. The feel of flesh rending, bones snapping with each bite, each swipe of claws and blades. And then it was over as that head hit the ground, sending a resounding ripple of something through the battle field. Humans that had fought submitted. And the war was over.

    There was celebration for the win, mourning for the lost lives, for all those that had fought in the battle, regardless of what side the lost had fought for. He and the rest who had fought the battle rested and healed, and life returned to relative normalcy. That normalcy included parties at the Skysong Castle, and hearing Briena’s displeasure over the attempts made by her grandfather, King Lionel, to find her a husband. Kanixillo was even part of some of her schemes to make her refusals of some of the hopeful men quite clear. Anything for the woman he saw as a sister. And he was one of the few that she had begged to help her escape the city and the kingdom for a while when the pressure of the suitors grew to be too overwhelming.

    During her absence of nearly three years, he went about his regular routine, manning his shop, training to keep his skills honed for whatever fights he might need to participate in, and attending the parties and meetings. Upon the return of Briena, at which point King Lionel, the Lion of Skysong City and Serenia, gave in to her request to not be married off, and stepped down, elevating his granddaughter to the status of Queen; unmarried, and a singular ruler. Kanixillo enjoyed seeing her coronation, even as he knew that the jaws of responsibility were closing around her feet, and he would see less of romping with her and running through the forest with his sister.

    Now, at thirty-one years of age, he’s finished growing for now, standing at seven feet and six inches as his birth form, and six feet, six inches in his human form. He’s living a comfortable life in Skysong City, and not unhappy that he has no mate yet; after all, he has a long time to live. And plenty of time to wait for ‘Miss Right’ to come into his life.

So begins...

Kanixillo's Story

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Character Portrait: Torcus Taliden Character Portrait: Kanixillo

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(OoC: First off: Unseen, I want to note that the trouble hinted at in the Introduction, has nothing to do with any of the nobility, Lords, or any other higher ups in Serenia. None of the nobility are corrupt, and the kingdom is stable. The danger comes from outside the Kingdom. Secondly, I feel you need to participate in the chat so that we can get a hold of you, and that you can talk to us to clarify details about the world. Please, do that. Communication is much easier there, and PMing is too clinical and email-y. Thank you.)

Alerted by the mental brush of his sister, Kanixillo paused, an ear pulling back as he listened. Something off in the castle? Hm! *Alright, I'll check it out.* Maelstrom, a truly massive Dire Wolf, and one of a set of twins, looked up from grooming his violet swirled left foreleg, mismatched violet and blue eyes watching the Lycan as Kanixillo set down his tools and pulled off the jeweler's goggles. "Queen wants a security check at the Audience hall. You and Vortex are requested as well." Maelstrom pulled himself to his paws, shaking out his black coat and padded silently from the shop, Kanixillo pausing long enough to flip the sign on the door to 'Gone Out', lock up, and shift to his birth form.

The citizens of Skysong city were accustomed to Lycans; with Serenia being allied to Lycaernus, and Kanixillo in particular being a common sight around here, no one shrieked at seeing him in his birth form, nor did the look sideways at the fifty inch tall wolf padding ahead down the street. As they reached the castle gates, Vortex, a mirror image of his brother, with a lighter pendant dangling from his neck on a silver chain - while Maelstrom bore a pendent that glowed with dark, storm like lightning, and a heavy asymmetrical bangle on one foreleg - joined his brother at the gates, the twins padding side by side, shoulder to shoulder and giving wolfish greetings before turning to business.

Kanixillo passed through the main doors that the guard held open for him, lifted his nose to the air as he entered the chamber that stood outside the Audience Hall, taking several testing sniffs, and running through the various scents that the air brought to him. Elves, the Lords and lesser nobility, and a few people from the Southeast Quarter of the city and the Riverside Trader. One human... Not quite human? Hm! Interesting smell. Mingled with mud and velvet. It was plenty of minutes old, but he set it aside as he caught the smell of a Lycan. An Elder no less.

He kept his face expressionless, ears relaxed and listening, as he casually made his way toward a scent as one of the elves of the Court passed through the doors to the Hall. The scent was seconds old, and not in the right spot. And no one was murmuring about an elder. That felt wrong. It wasn't Aliath or Aleyana. This was one he hadn't met yet; older than the two Elders in charge. A male. Healthy. But not in this particular spot. A gruff woof from Maelstrom turned his head, mane falling over one shoulder as his ears perked. "Yeah?" "Inside."

Kanixillo grinned, turning and padding to the Herald. "Has there been a Lycan in here other than myself?" The Herald looked at him in surprise, then shook his head. "No, Lord Kanixillo. Just you that I know of." The Lycan nodded then pushed the door open, admitting himself and the wolves. Maelstrom and Vortex took the right side, following the Queen's scent out into the gardens to check upon her. Kanixillo, meanwhile, followed the Elder's scent, slowing on silent fours as the scent reached peek strength. Golden eyes swept the area in front of him. Seemingly nothing, but his ears could pick up the sounds of breathing, and a heartbeat. "It's rude to sneak into the Queen's castle without an invitation, y'know. I shouldn't have to be telling an elder such a thing."

A ripple passed through the crowd, as the lords, returning from their breaks, paused, heads cocking as they listened. The mental announcement from Briena that the rest of the day was free of Audience duties brought a few amused smiles to some men's faces. They all knew her adventurous spirit. Sometimes she needed to get away.

The crowd dispersed, the nobility filing toward the door, while the lords filling in their rotation for Court dispersed into the castle, perhaps to their suites to rest, read books, etc.. Soon, the room was empty, the Audiences over. "Care to tell me, one Lycan to another, why the hell an Elder would sneak into the Queen's castle, instead of showing himself respectfully?" His drawling tones were conversational, ears pricked toward the spot he could hear a living being at.

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Character Portrait: Torcus Taliden Character Portrait: Kanixillo

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Torcus Taliden


The runt's head flicked as he heard a small pack's worth of footsteps coming from beyond the door to the chambers. All of them definitely heavier than that of an elf. Controlling his breathing to prevent his heart rate from going up, Torcus watched the doors open with two dire wolves, and big ones too, and a lycan entering the hall. A large pup by the scent of him. Fully grown, but still only a pup in understanding of the realities of the world, if his youthful sent gave anything away.

Watching as the three began moving about the room and following scent trails, Torcus reached into his pocket. His hand left holding a simple seed, one that would not stay that way for too much longer.

The pup reached the runt, staring straight at what couldn't be seen with a moment of confusion across his muzzle that quickly dissipated when his ears faced the elder. Then came words from the pup, a small lecture on what is and isn't considered rude. As far as Torcus was concerned, this pup had no right to condemn when he knew not the reasons for the elder's actions. Hopefully the pup was smart enough to realize such a simple concept about old people.

Suddenly, without the prompt of word or sign, all the elves in the room began to leave, each going to some place their own. The runt remembered the last time that he had to deal with telepaths, as that was the only explanation that he could draw without some form of further information on the subject. Being able to speak without speaking had made the telepaths quite the long fight, able to coordinate the elder's position the telepaths were much better at avoiding him then they should have been. With a subtle huff, the elder decided to stay put and keep his hood up till the nobles had all left the hall.

With the nobles cleared out Torcus took down his hood. What suddenly became visible was a lycan of clay and dirt reds in a green cloak with leather plates placed as to not impede his movement. This lycan's right hand moved a small, visibly growing and budding vine about it while his left hand rested on the guards of a simple steel longsword, though to anything smaller than the short lycan might consider it a bastard sword. Around the cloak of the lycan was a composite longbow that aside from the metal string was just as average as the blade resting on the lycan's left leg and the light crossbow on the right leg. As the lycan looked up at the pup that was just over a foot taller than he, his eyes told of a cold hunter as much as the rest of his body language, even if his body didn't show many intimidating features.

When his mouth finally opened, Torucs said "I hunt that which offends Kii'Toc." in lycan with a voice deeper than his size would suggest and a slight dialect that had died long ago. The elder's arm moved silently into the pocket on the front of his leather skirt, pulling out a small letter written in human with a small blood splotch on it. "Do you know of this prey?" Torcus asked, voice still deep and still in that slight dialect, as he pointed to the name of the noble he had come hunting for.

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Character Portrait: Taran Caelis Titan Character Portrait: Torcus Taliden Character Portrait: Kanixillo

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Bathing in a flash of blue neon light, Titan's footsteps echoed against the walls of the Audience Hall. Standing there clad in armor, he reached for his back, drawing forth his claymore, dubbed Firebolt. His hands seemed to glow an almost luminescent blue hue as his gauntlets appeared around closed fists, the palms of his hands locked around the hilt of his blade. Instantly, small bolts of electricity radiated off his armor, making contact with the ground with a loud crackle. His hair raising, the tension in the room was palpable as he stepped forward. Instantly the room grew dark and cold, and Titan's voice thundered throughout the hallow hall. "Torcus Taliden." He’d encountered the mongrel before in his travels. There was a sense of rivalry between them, one Titan was willing to rekindle that very moment if it was required of him. “Everything okay here Kanixillo?” The whole mood was hostile as Titan stood there with little patience for the politics of their kind. Words like elder meant very little to someone such as Titan. Either way, he would cut him down all the same. “What is it exactly we can do for you?” Noticing that Torcus was clutching a shred of paper, he peered at it curiously, able to pull one name from its contents.

The name struck a chord in him as he tried to figure why it stood out. Wasn’t the noble one of the suitors that had asked for the Queen’s hand? Lathaim. What could he possibly have to do with this situation? “What business do you have with Lathaim?” Of a serious note, he lowered his blade, dropping his guard for the briefest of moments as he consulted his better judgement. “You should save your breath because he isn’t here. Quite frankly, I’m not sure where he is. He is the son of well-liked noble in Serenia.” Being that he came late to the party, Titan had little notion of what Torcus intended for the nobles son. To be quite frank, he’d half-hoped it wasn’t good. Titan had little patience for the Queen’s suitors. They came in droves, serenading the Queen in poetry and lavish gifts they claimed were from the heart. This was just something Titan could clearly do without in his line of work. Not to mention, it was hard to suppress his own feelings for the Queen when the subject of suitors came about.

Clutching his claymore, he lifted it up again, with few intentions on letting his guard drop a second time. His last encounter with Torcus wasn’t a house call. It was neither pleasant for him nor the lycan. There were a few scars that Titan bore that were in part to Torcus’s handiwork. Perhaps this encounter could remain civil, in some respect. After all, he wasn’t about to fight the creature in the heart of the castle with the Queen in attendance. “Tell us why you require Lathaim and I’ll see about sparing you your head.” There had been rumors of Lathaim as of late, things that swirled around in the underbelly of society, hushed whispers that Titan had heard about. He hadn’t been sure if they were true, but if they were, his doings were said to have intimately involved the lycans.

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Character Portrait: Taran Caelis Titan Character Portrait: Torcus Taliden Character Portrait: Kanixillo

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Torcus Taliden


Tap, tap, tap, clunk, clunk came the sounds of the footsteps of Torcus's, as of recently, second most hated elf. His current prey had stolen the top spot on that list, though the runt's plans would certainly remove of Titan's competition in that regard. At the sound of the familiar footsteps the elder flicked his head to the elf, squinting at the elf... who was taller than the elder. Then the blue light and crackles of the lightning that did little to make Titan seem friendly.

Torcus, upon seeing one of the few people to have walked away from a fight with the elder, began to glow with a soft, green light from beneath his fur. The small, budding vine in Torcus's hand grew up to his shoulder in only a few moments with dull yellow flowers sprouting from the vine as it quickly spread to form a wood-like layer between arm and world. At the same time, plates of bone began to erupt from his left arm as his hand gripped the hilt of the simple steel blade that sat at his hip. Titan's blade has done more damage to the elder than any other weapon, if only because it has fought the lycan more than any other weapon, and Torcus was more than aware of just what level of damage the not-so-humble blade would do with a single strike.

Then Titan spoke the runt's name. "Snowblooded Titan." replied the elder, his voice far from happy. He watched as Titan spoke, holding his tongue as the elf tried to read the paper in the lycan's hand. Torcus was not afraid to admit that it was a bit hard to read the human's words, their scribbles not being as defined as a practiced writers. As Titan spoke next, he let his guard down. Torcus could not believe the moment, even though it was only a moment, that the elf's defenses relaxed. This was something that the elder had only seen happen when Titan had not known he was there and that was only once that he had seen it happen.

Titan spoke a bit more as Torcus finished processing what had just happened. The elf spoke once more, asking what business the the runt had with Lathaim, the name from the note. Taking a small breath and focusing on Titan, Torcus said "Kii'Toc demands that he breath his last breath for purposefully bringing harm to lands that sustain the Eternal Hunt and I will see him draw it."

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Character Portrait: Kanixillo Character Portrait: Nako Hawthorne

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Nako didn't quite know where to go from this point onward. As he stuffed the map back into the case lashed to the saddle of the horse beneath him he gave a tired yawn, gaze returning down for a moment to eye the reins held against his chest by an elbow. The other unoccupied paw withdrew from the bag snugged between his legs and bit into his fourth meat pie. Icy blue eyes surveyed the strange architecture of the city street as he rode forward through the alleyway out of sight of the streets. Everything was so out of place. The lack of snow, the well fed denizens that stared curiously as he rode by. There was no hunger, no flow of refugees interrupting his company's travel, no wounded or having to stop on the side of the road to bury the latest soldier that finally succumbed to the infection of an untreatable wound. So much green...

It had been a difficult journey across the ocean, one not ever the sea serpents dare venture out across. But the ship had made it. Arriving at the shores of this unknown land had been interesting to say the least with the rather hidden landfall partaken by rowboat. Nako had found himself a long way from home with a letter for aid, and the urge to quickly move inland. Always inland, and in a somewhat secretive manner. At least his appearance to the smooth skinned inhabitants of this land was met with something akin to familiarity. In short he looked like a Lycan. And that suited him just fine. What was met with suspicion however was his money, the crescent shaped pieces of silver that he produced to buy goods were accepted after being proven that they weren't counterfeit. Or new Lycan currency.

If anything the chest buried back on the beach always there in case he needed more. Nako snorted at the thought of now of his emissary status. If anything it was what they considered it his pension and dumped his magically tainted ass on the shore to get rid of him. But that only got rid one where there were several thousands like him those with the soul of a dragon in them, and so the mission was deemed real enough. Achieving the goal of some sort of trade agreement however was another thing entirely given the... unfamiliarity of such an environment.

The wolf wiped his paw off on his pants and brought his horse to walk along the side of the street that lead uphill. A sign read Queens Way, of which he could only assume was the roads name that lead all the way to the castle. Nako wadded up and stowed the empty pastry sack in a saddle bag and set about buckling on his gauntlets as his eyes swept the name of the establishments offered by the street. One such a place did seem interesting and his horse slowed with a pull of the reins as it's ride dismounted with a wide swing of his leg. "Trinkets and..." Nako muttered off the rest and turned his attention to the door as he tied his mount to a post. With a heavy step the foreigner stepped up to the doorway and peaked inside. No lit candles or anything, the door being pushed at without success. There was something on the floor though, the wolf turning his head to read 'Gone Out.' Well. Did that mean ‘Be Back Soon’ or something? There went the plan of buying a local bauble or ring to wear when making his appearance at the castle up the road. It would be a minor gesture, one he felt symbolize that he was willing to trade. But would both countries? The reluctant emissary leaned back against next to the shops door and inhaled in slight irritation with loosely crossed arms. Guess he would have to wait.

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Character Portrait: Taran Caelis Titan Character Portrait: Torcus Taliden Character Portrait: Kanixillo

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Kii'Toc and the Eternal Hunt, a spout of nonsense that Torcus had been spinning since the age of antiquity. Titan hadn’t the time nor the patience to deal with his kind, nor was he prepared to let him loose on one of Serenia’s nobles. He did however have a better idea that would solve his problems for the time being, albeit being only a temporary fix. Perhaps his memory was a bit faded on where Lathaim was exactly. It could be one of several places, all of which he would express to Torcus. Anything to get him out of his hair. Meanwhile, he would dig into Lathaim himself, and find out just what he was involved in. He’d only heard rumors thus far, which wasn’t substantial enough to simply lock the man behind bars. Perhaps Titan could learn something on his own and handle the matter personally before Torcus had the chance.

“He either lives in Shore’s Haven City, which is a three days ride North, or Ravenwall, to the far south, which is a two and a half week ride. But being a lycan, you could probably get there in… half the time?” Although he was betting all of his cards on a gander, he hoped Torcus would bite. The last thing he needed was Torcus making a mess of things in Serenia. If Lathaim was breaking the law, it was Serenia’s business, not a lycan elder.

“I’ll tell you what. Being that Shore’s Haven is closer, I’ll even teleport you there myself. Save you a trip. And if I learn anything in the meantime, I’ll be sure to let you know. Don’t worry. I’ll have no problems finding you.” That would remove Torcus for at least a few days, giving Titan ample time to tend to any problems Lathaim might give him. And of course, if any new information developed, he had no true intentions on informing Torcus of any of it. But he didn’t know that. “You will forgive me in advance.” Continuing to speak to Torcus, he had slowly been edging his way ever closer to the lycan, enough so to get within reach. Quickly, and without much notice, he grabbed the beast’s neck, pulling him close before the pair vanished in the blink of an eye. Reappearing somewhere on the docks of Shore’s Haven, the smell of salt was thick in the air. It was loud as ships pulled into the harbor with their haul, nets loaded with fish, and bells ringing. It was the perfect place to be leaving Torcus.

“Welcome to Shore’s Haven, Torcus. Do keep in touch. If you don’t find what you’re looking for, Ravenwell is only a three weeks ride… in the opposite direction.” Words left in jest, Titan didn’t spare much time as he did what he did best and disappeared, leaving Torcus on the dock alone. That should keep him busy, at least for a few days. Back at the Audience Hall in no time at all, he looked over to Kanixillo and smiled. “I don’t think we’ll be seeing Master Torcus for at least a few days. In the meantime, I’m going to see what I can learn about this Lathaim fellow. Thank you for all your hard work. I won’t hold a grudge if you need to go.” All in a day’s work. Now the only thing on his mind was the fate of Gaele, and whether she’d come to any sort of decision on his offer. Of course, she was going to say yes. Who would refuse?

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Gaele had gone straight home after her meeting with the Queen's guard, Titan, her thoughts full as she considered his offer and the decision he'd placed at her feet. For four gold a week, she could work for him, act as a squire and assist him around the castle and have a respectable job that would keep her out of trouble. Even though the thought of possibly being around the Queen regularly made her immensely nervous, she couldn't see the regal elf lady being mad or disappointed with her job choice. What could be more respectable than working for a member of the Queen's personal entourage? No, it was a good choice, a smart choice, and her parents had agreed--much more readily than she'd anticipated. They'd surprised her, but with their support she couldn't find a decent reason to decline the invitation and opportunity that had landed so perfectly in her lap. With their help, she had packed, gathered her things, and said her goodbyes to make a late evening trip to the castle.

Her progress was slightly awkward and cumbersome. Of all the things that her parents had procured for her to use in gathering up her possessions, a patched up saddlebag had been the best fit, but not wanting to take the family's horse from her parents--mostly because she'd never truly become comfortable around the intimidating beast--Gaele had chosen to set off on foot. In the fading evening light, she used the time that she walked to consider her decision, what it would mean for her future, what she might expect once she arrived. Titan had said he'd know when she got there, and she hoped he spoke truth. With nothing to show to prove she'd even been offered the position, she grew more nervous as she went, afraid that she might be stopped and that she wouldn't be let in. All she had were the four golden coins, and those could have technically come from anywhere.

As she walked, making her way closer to the castle, she held the saddlebag in her right arm and stuck her left hand into the hidden pocket of her skirt. The coins rattled and quieted as her hand closed around them, her expression thoughtful and her brow slightly pinched. Gold coins, she repeated to herself, can't even remember the last time I saw a gold coin. And now she was in possession of four, all of them shiny and impressive...and presently burning a hole in her pocket. Gods, all the things she could buy with just one of them! And she had four! I should save them... That was the most rational thing. She should tuck them away, make a little treasure hoard for herself, something that she could use to set herself up with in a nice place of her own with all the pretty dresses, shoes, and bits of jewelry her heart could ever desire.

And yet as soon as she spotted the sign--Trinkets and Treasures' Fine Jewelry--she felt herself drawn to the location. Even at this hour, she could see another figure standing outside of the establishment, looking as if they were waiting for either the dark shop to open or someone to meet them there. She skirted around the horse that stood tethered along the way, giving it a healthy, respectable distance as she intended to continue on past to her destination, but she hesitated. What if the shop was going to open again? Would she maybe be missing out on the chance to buy something nice to bring with her to her new home in the castle? Gaele stopped, glanced up and down the road quickly, but saw no one who looked intent upon coming to this particular place. Shifting her bag to her left arm, she stepped closer to the store, noting as she approached it that the figure standing beside the door looked distinctly Lycan. "Is this place closed for the night?" she asked with open curiosity, casting a sidelong glance at the masculine Lycan before trying to peer in with a hand raised against the glass window and feeling somewhat disappointed she couldn't see what lay inside due to the darkness.

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People watching had never really be Nako's forte to pass the time. It was all he could really do while patiently waiting for the owner of the trinket shop to hurry up and open his doors. People watching was starting to get a tad boring now that taverns were being occupied by the cities inhabitants for a mid evening meal or drink. The crowded surge of the Queens Way was but a trickle now, and he watched the tavern down the street fill with a funneling of patrons. Certainly no mead hall from what he saw angled through the windows, lacking the stone walls and the roaring fire that was always searing an elk or deer.

A quick peek into the store again revealed no owner amidst the dark interior, although the scent being blown through the seem of the door was lycan, of which there was some comfort that he would be buying from one similar to him and not a elf or human. A drawn out sigh left the wolf as he stood up straighter with a frustrated crease furrowing his brow. There was no closed sign, and he'd been waiting for a reasonable amount of time, going by the sign lying on the floor. Whenever the tavern emptied considerably from it's packed state he'd stop and go buy a meal. Treat himself after all the traveling and countryside foraging with as few curious glances as possible even though he had just ate...

There was one passerby that walked up the street that he watched with a hint of more attention than he had given others, the woman's stride hindered by a faded looking saddlebag that she carried. Nako uncrossed his arms as she stopped just past his tethered mount and turned towards him, the wolfs left hand falling to his side and reaching to gently rest around the handle of the dagger sheathed along his belt line. The movement was inconspicuous at best for the distracted human as she stopped at the glass window next to him. The closeness of such an encounter was a bit off-putting. "I wouldn't know." The wolf spoke from the shadowed wall, accent punctuated with uncertainty. He didn't know much about the people, the culture or customs of such a place he found himself in. But this human was smaller than him and probably light enough to throw soaking wet, and so the foreigner flexed his shoulders and stood up to stare into the shop beside the human. The dagger would be left in it's place for now. "It says gone out." His muzzle jerked in the direction of the sign, legs crossing as he braced a shoulder before the window sill to stare down at the diminutive female. "Do you have business with the owner?" The question was spoken in earnest as he gave a peripheral glance over his shoulder.

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She leaned back from peering into the window of the shop and turned her head to look more pointedly at the Lycan standing beside the door. There had been something off about his speech, something in the way he’d spoken his words, that suggested he wasn’t a native to the area, and Gaele was a little surprised to realize that she might actually have found another new arrival to the lands of Serenia. This place sure has some diversity, she mused to herself. Though she hadn’t the slightest idea what the Lycan kingdom must have been like, she could only assume it was very different from her own kingdom of Argohahn, and different still from this elf-ruled land. Wonder if he's as lost as I am. Though perhaps she wasn't as lost as she'd once been. She was, after all, soon to be employed by the castle and well on her way to turning around her previous reputation for being a bandit.

Not wanting to stare overly long and come off as rude, the small human woman offered a charming, friendly smile to cover her curiosity, but received none in response. The stranger only made a gesture that rolled his shoulders as he pushed off of the wall to stand--jeez, were all the guys here built like mountains?--and peer inside the shop with her. Gaele's smile faltered just a little at the wolf man's brusque nature, but determined not to be deterred she followed his lead and tried to glance inside for a second time. As before, she could see nothing. There were spots on the floor where light fell in from the windows but nothing on or inside the cabinets and counters were actually visible in the darkness. She wondered, briefly, whether the Lycan beside her could see any better, but thought better of asking, at least until she thought he'd consider answering.

He surprised her by speaking up again, and she turned to look at him just in time to catch the dip his muzzle made toward the sign that she'd failed to notice. "Oh." Her bright green eyes blinked as she stared at the sign, realizing that it did, indeed, say just that. Gone Out. It was no wonder she'd missed it--she'd been far too intrigued by what she might see inside the shop from the window--but now that she knew there was nothing to look at until a better light source could be had she pondered over what the sign must have meant for the shop and its owner. She puzzled over whether it was still worthwhile to wait when the Lycan stranger spoke for a third time, his accented words now questioning her intent. There was nothing interrogatory about his tone, and if anything he sounded genuinely curious and considerably more relaxed if his new posture was anything to go by.

Taking another cue from him, Gaele warmed up to the question and the stranger quickly, going so far as to mimic his stance and carefully lean against the window as he did the sill. "I might," she answered, her words noncommittal and her tone almost playful. Maybe this potential new arrival wasn't so painfully serious as she'd first thought if he was asking questions like this. "Depends what they have for sale, really. I was hoping to pick up something shiny. And pretty." Although now that she thought about it she wasn't sure at all what she wanted. A ring? A bracelet? Earrings? Necklace? There were far too many options, and given that she was still clueless what was in inventory it felt much too confusing to give it more thought than that. "And yourself? Interested in something shiny as well?" she asked, trying her smile again. Probably not, but it didn't hurt to ask.

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Character Portrait: Taran Caelis Titan Character Portrait: Torcus Taliden Character Portrait: Kanixillo

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His fellow Lycan was revealed shortly after the Hall cleared, and for an elder, Kanixillo was surprised to see that this male was so short. Perhaps putting the ability all elders gained after a certain point in life, to shift their height to better fit inside buildings? Kanixillo gave the male a rough once over with rich golden eyes, noting that the eyes of the other held none of the natural underlying kindness usually found in Lycans’ eyes. While he hadn’t liked this fellow from the start, due to what could be perceived as a breach of territorial boundaries, the cold eyes enhanced that dislike, though none of it showed in his own eyes, nor in his expression or posture. Didn’t mean his skin wasn’t prickling.

Kii’Toc? Oh joys; a hunt fanatic. Kanixillo’s expression remained neutral, his thoughts making no display on his face as he lowered his head, sniffing delicately at the parchment and reading the name Torcus directed him to, as well as the rest of the letter. Lathaim? Now that was bizarre. His silent analysis of the scent was of a camp of humans, mixed with the Elder’s scent from being in his pocket. The blood? Also human, likely from the last one to have held it before they died. By this guy’s hands? “I know ‘im, but he isn’t prey. He’s well respected, and as deeply carin’ of the land as our Queen. I don’t see him doin’ thi-“ A flash of bright blue light signaled Titan’s arrival, and Kanixillo straightened to frown at the Aedillonian.

Ah, well. There was the Lycan’s name. Seemed the two knew each other. Kanixillo backed a few steps away, not caring to be within range of either male, his ears flicking back with mild displeasure at the ongoing conversation. Briena would not be delighted. First an intruder, and now? However, his teeth bared slightly as Torcus made a threat on Lathaim’s life. “I’ll remind you that the Queen has jurisdiction in Serenia. Kii’Toc or not, if Lathaim is guilty of this, it will be the Queen’s blade that severs ‘is head, as is her right.” A sharp flash of the golden eyes to Titan’s mismatched blue and crimson emphasized the statement.

A moment later, and he was struggling not to roll his eyes. Well, at least Titan hadn’t given the guy an actual map. When Titan returned from wherever he’d taken Torcus, Kanixillo’s brow points lifted. “Hard work? My sister called me and the twins in to deal with it. Seems y'must have been drinkin’, since y'stink of ale. Good day, Titan.” A sharp nod was given as the midnight colored Lycan strode from the Hall on his twos, claws clicking lightly on the marble floor. It was out in the courtyard that he encountered the man with a shipment of pearls from Islehaven, the main city on the islands. The next few hours were spent going over the shipment details, so that the next arrival would go to his shop.

-Exit Kanix from the hall-

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Now how did time fly like that? He’d expected to be gone for at most a couple of hours. Talking with the delivery courier had taken longer than he’d anticipated, and that wasn’t including the original reason he’d left the shop, and his project. As he long-strided it down the street, he could see the two figures outside the shop. Didn’t look like they were up to trouble, so he greeted the two with a friendly grin, jaws parted in a wolfish pant of a smile. “Sorry to ‘ave left y’hangin’. Business uppit the castle.”

His dialect shifted to a casual, drawling tone, he shifted the box of pearls into one arm and slipped one claw into the key hole, giving the digit a deft twist and pushed the door open, ducking inside to admit his tall height. “C’mon in, and welcome t’ Trinkets ‘n Treasure. I’ll just get these squared away while y’look around. Any question’s, y’can ask me all y’like.” He winked one rich gold eye cheerfully at the girl, nodding to the wolf and stepped around the counter with his box, tail swaying behind him as he ducked around the curtain and climbed the stairs. He set the box in his room, Shifted down to his human form, and pulled on breeches, boots, and a loose white shirt, dropping a tunic over top. Chest revealing, but not in an overbearing way.

He pulled his long raven black hair out of the shirt, tied it back into a loose pony tail and returned to the front room of the shop, leaning on the counter as Maelstrom butted his way into the shop, the dire wolf's mismatched blue and violet eyes surveying the two customers before he flopped beside the counter, out of the way, but present. Kanixillo, meanwhile, watched the customers as well, tanned face cheerful and curious. Both were unfamiliar, and the wolf was definitely not from around here. He smelled of travel, the sea, and a foreign land. "So, where'ya from, and where'ya headed?" And was that Titan he was smelling from the woman? My my.

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Pointing out the sign on the floor appeared to have the same amount of revelation for this human as it did for him. No doubt the lack of night vision made up for the fact that even with her short height she hadn't seen it. She turned to address him and struck up the same pose relaxed pose while she spoke of potential business being conducted at this store. The female even went into specifics, and at least she had an idea of what it was she was looking to buy. Nako on the other hand didn't know if his browsing of the stores good would even be worth it. Whatever pieces of jewelry he saw in the dark were to lowly light to get any real sense of detail. The gold might even be tin tainted for all he knew. She questioned his own choice of what he was looking for and the wolf could only give an uncertain shake of his head. "I don't know. Looking to browse. Maybe a ring for the finger or an ear though I," Nako brought up a gauntleted hand, light catching on the curved ends of the fingertips where the metal extended over the leather covered paw. "doubt I'll have much room in here."

After making that point Nako stepped off to the side at the sight of the lone figure that made an appearance behind the woman. The owner, that fact being confirmed by a given strangely accented words from the lycan, the sight of the thickly furred folk causing biped wolf to slightly tense. So unlike his people, and yet so accepting of those with magic. It almost made him wish he was born on this land. The front door to the trinket show was finally opened and Nako brushed inside on the heels of the owner. Just absently the wolf returned the owners nod before lycan disappeared through a curtain strung up along a door frame behind the counter. For the human this shop needed more light but for the wolf it was adequate, finding himself leaning down to inspect a case holding bangles made of all metals and gems. That was when Nako knew these sort of products were way out of his price range. Ears flicked up at the sound of lighter steps coming down the steps, and a rather bemused smile crept across his features at what was, by smell, the same lycan. Strode around to the opposite side of the store. The dire wolf that came in was about the size of a juvenile back in his lands, armored claws scratching behind the beasts ear as they both moved to the counter.

The cheery hawking the owner put out to both of his customers continued, the wolf's ears pinning against his skull at the thought of home. "Amaskar, an ocean away..." The name was spoken as if it had already been lost, the last bit mumbled to himself. Nako didn't feel like relaying exactly where he was headed as he crouched down to view the case. None of these tiny baubles really appealed to him, then standing to face the owner. "Do you have any behind the shelf earrings that I'm not seeing? Or is this it?" The two fang shaped earrings were not as sizable as he would've hoped, brilliant gold and pressed with a sapphire set in the center. Almost as if they had been cored for the jewel to be set within. A finely crafted pair of earrings. Would probably have to put them towards the bottom of an ear. It never hurt to see anything store owners kept behind the counter. If any.

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Gaele continued to study the grey-furred wolf man in the pale night's lighting, taking advantage of their closeness and her conversation with him to get her first real good look at a Lycan. Living in Argohahn, and especially during the time that she had, she'd had very little exposure to creatures and persons who were not human or average in shape and form. She knew, from tales at the very least, that there were others out there, that the world was much more diverse than her own hometown would have led her to believe, but until now they'd only lived in her imagination. They are pretty fierce-looking, she noted, though given the relaxed state of this one she couldn't find reason to be uneasy or worried. The Queen left nothing to interpretation about the conduct she expected of her citizens, and Gaele trusted that those who inhabited her kingdom, even temporarily, would follow good behavior in order to keep the peace. Especially knowing first hand herself what happened to those who didn't.

The stranger had less of an idea what it was he hoped to find inside the shop, though the young human woman could sympathize. She'd never possessed anything she considered fancy or frivolous, and with no prior knowledge about those sorts of things she couldn't even be sure she had enough to make a purchase. But her uncertainties weren't enough to dampen her mood, and she chuckled as the Lycan lifted one gauntlet-covered hand--paw?--to show the unlikeliness of him purchasing a ring. Unfamiliar with armored coverings of any type, she had to assume he knew what he was talking about, and answered decidedly, "An earring, then." If fitting a ring beneath his gauntlet was going to be too much trouble, then it was best to forego obtaining one. Besides, what was the fun in owning fanciful jewelry if you couldn't wear it?

She was about to make other suggestions when she noticed his attention shift, and as he stepped away from the wall to stand she righted herself to do the same, turning to see another dark-coated Lycan toting a box and brandishing a smile that was thoroughly friendly and inviting. With an accented voice, which she realized was still dissimilar to that of the lighter furred Lycan, the tall, dark stranger approached the shop intently, revealing himself to be the keeper as he unlocked the door and led the way inside. Curious and intrigued, Gaele followed after the armored stranger into the shop and began immediately to look around in the dim light as the shopkeeper welcomed them and excused himself to the back. She spared just a quick glance and a smile his way when she caught his wink and went right back to looking, stepping up to the closest standing case to peer inside. Gems glittered, metal glinted, catching the eye and tugging at her vanity. Oh, how lovely it must be to wear such beautiful creations! But what can I afford? As she mulled over the question, she bit the inside of her lip thoughtfully, frowning as she side stepped to continue surveying her options.

Hearing the thud of boots announce the return of the shopkeeper, Gaele didn't think anything of it until she turned her head to look the Lycan's way, opening her mouth to ask about his pricing when she realized he wasn't there. Instead, there stood a tall, dark-haired man, skin tanned and eyes inhumanly gold. Was this someone who'd been lurking around in the back while the store was locked up? She couldn't quite decide, and didn't have the time to when another dark, furry figure strode in through the doorway, startling her instantly. Only registering the creature's massive size and shape, easily the largest wolf she'd ever seen, flighty instinct kicked in and she reacted without thought. Gaele made a startled squeak and barely managed to keep the saddlebag she carried in her arms as a hand shot up to cover her mouth, bumping into the display case behind her as she backed into it in a feeble attempt at distancing herself from the beast. But despite her fearful reaction, it seemed to pay her no mind, and both the man behind the counter and the armored stranger barely reacted to the presence of the dire wolf, the latter even going so far as to scratch the massive wolf behind its ears like a pet.

Beginning to feel wholly out of place, the petite human held still and breathed in a few shaky breaths to try and calm down seeing as she'd completely overreacted, or at least compared to the others present in the room. Her hand slowly lowered from her mouth and her arm wrapped around the saddlebag like the other, clutching it tightly against her chest as she told herself repeatedly, It's fine, it'll be fine, just calm down and do like they do. Her green eyes shifted from the wolf to the Lycan, back again and over toward the man behind the counter--and fixed on him as he spoke with the voice of the Lycan who'd shown them in. Is that--? It can't be. It had been a furry, dark-coated wolf man who'd opened the door, not this smiling human. Was he...were they one and the same? She'd never truly believed the tales before and found herself struggling to do so now, but...his voice was the same. Is it really him?

She assumed so, especially as the grey-furred wolf man answered the presumed shopkeeper's inquiry, stating some land's name in answer to either the first or second question. Gaele hardly noticed as she was still preoccupied with trying to steady herself, and didn't really make any attempt at answering either question as the armored stranger asked about the shop's items. Still casting nervous glances in the direction of the dire wolf, the young human woman tried to keep a relatively relaxed air and nonchalantly moved to inspect the cases closer to where the other two men in the room were for comfort's sake, forcing interest as she stared into the cases and tried to distract herself with the shiny jewelry on display.

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To say that Maelstrom accepted the unfamiliar hand attempting to scratch his ears would be to tell a white lie. The Dire ducked his head away from the hand, uttering a rumble and a warning ‘I am no pet, wolf.’ Before settling more comfortably, mismatched eyes flicking between the two customers. The human seemed the most anxious about his appearance, so Kanixillo took over at the squeak. “Ah, don’t mind ‘im. He won’t bitecha. Might blow ya a lit’le kiss, though.” Maelstrom lifted his head, lifting one paw to smack against the floor, the resulting wind swirled to greet the woman, as the wolf licked the air in a quick, pecking manner. A moment later, she might feel a soft buffet of warm air against her left cheek.

Maelstrom gave the last half a foot of his tail a few taps on the floor before setting his head between his paws again. Kanixillo, meanwhile, finally recalled that it was dark out, thus dark within his shop, at least to the eyes of a human. “Ah, right.” he reached out and brushed the tips of his fingers against a clear crystal set on the counter like a lamp. The crystal glimmered into life at his touch, lending a surprisingly room filling white glow to the atmosphere. Soft enough not to be aggravating to the eyes, bright enough to better show his wares. The light lit those golden eyes with a warm fire as he grinned at the woman. “Lycan eyes see well’in the dark, an’ sometimes I f’rget that human customers can’t see as well as I can at night.” He winked cheerfully.

Turning his attention to the wolf anthro, Kanix bent to examine the earrings. “Ah, a fair few, aye. I c’n pull a few out from the back if y‘like. For those wit’ tails, I also have tail rings and hock bracelets.” The woman wasn’t much of a speaker; shy? The wolf, however, he gleaned some information. Amaskar, hm? Not a land he was familiar with. He bent behind the counter and pulled out a large wooden box lined with velvet, opening the lid to flaunt the wares. Large hoop earrings, clearly meant for those with more wolfen features, and heavy rings meant to sit at the base of a tail, glittered in every metal available, and every gem setting, color, and facet. To the customers both, he added “I’m Kanixillo, owner of Trinkets n’ Treasures, by the way.”

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#, as written by Ralon
Nako ignored the human's overreaction to the sight of the dire wolf, almost as much as the dire wolf ignored his paws trailing through the fur of an ear as the sentient beast lumbered to the side of the counter to lie down. The female's words came back to him when they were standing outside. Earrings. The ones before him were too small, and the owner seemed more interesting in making a quip at the skittish showing of the woman at the head of the store than helping him. Easily forgiven. Even as the owner apologized and lit the store with a wave of a hand over a sphere of crystal or glass Nako's eyes immediately adjusted to the change in light. Again for the humans benefit, the owner remarking something about lycans and the fact that they could see in the dark.

The biped wolf finally stood, having scanned the displayed wares a second time to distract himself from saying something less than savory and blamed the fact that he had been waiting the longest and was thus a tad impatient. Rewarded impatience, the owner reaching below the counter to bring up box with undisplayed items. The lycan-turned-man explained the variety of jewelry as the lid was pulled back before giving his name, Kanixillo. Nako however was staring down at the row upon row of hoops and earrings and bands gleaming back from the velvet bed they lay in. As Nako examined the more standout-ish pieces the woman approached closer from behind, paying her no mind as he mentally made a few selections and if the foreign currency he held could buy such items. "No, no. I think that these will do fine." Nako pulled a few of the thicker bands, each about as round as his palm and far to wide for a finger, were sizable enough to be noticeable. Some silver to be weaved amidst his tail, each of their design in the shape of a leaf wreath, stems being overlapped by tips.

"But I'm curious if that those," Nako tapped a finger on the display glass at the previously evaluated set of earrings. "have long enough pins." Already past his budget with the desired silver bands he might as well do it right. Taking stock of what he wanted from both the display and the open box the wolf let out a breath as he pointed to each corresponding item. "Fourteen silver bands with the vine engraved snake ouroboros, for the mane and tail. A plain silver anklet for the woman and I'd like those earrings." The wolf needed to spend his assigned money anyways. Might as well strike out from the store somewhat more noticeable and surprise a stranger with a gift. Weaving and tying his fur would be a bit of a pain though. Nako pawed off the pouch of money on his belt and prepared to pay with an expectant and slightly smug glance given at the female next to him. If anything it would make her fumble with the saddlebag she was carrying again.

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Character Portrait: Kanixillo Character Portrait: Mariana Gaele Odellis Character Portrait: Nako Hawthorne

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#, as written by Mouser
Of course her squeak couldn’t go unnoticed. Though the strangely now-human-looking shopkeeper tried to ease her worries by addressing it, Gaele only felt herself grow embarrassed, wishing she’d had the strength to react in a less obvious way. She grinned, her embarrassment evident in a slight pink tint that glowed across her cheeks, but she laughed away the feeling, albeit nervously. The notion of receiving a kiss from the massive wolf wasn’t altogether appealing, but the dire appeared to react to the suggestion, catching her eye and claiming her full attention as it moved. She watched worriedly as it lifted a large paw, dropped it to the ground, and mimed a lick in her direction. Surprisingly, she felt the breeze from where she stood, drawing out another nervous laugh as she stared at the beast with a new sense of wonder. Is anything how it seems here?

Her attention only shifted away from the dire when the room suddenly lit with a magical glow, perfectly set to glint and flicker off of the numerous pieces of jewelry that were on display. With a better means of inspecting the items, the petite human hefted her bag into one arm and began looking anew, better able to judge the stone and metal colors, their cuts, their shapes with the new light. She didn’t know any specifics about them, couldn’t name the cuts or the gems themselves, but she could easily identify which ones were prettier than the others. “Hmm.” Her green eyes alighted and lingered on one particular pale amethyst gem, small and round, centered atop a silver band. The ring was pretty and simple, something that she would have taken up if she’d had the gold pieces before her sudden job offer. As she stared at it, she wondered if it was fit for castle living or if something grander would be more appropriate.

She tried to look away, to continue examining the other pieces that were within the cases nearest where the shopkeeper and the armored stranger were, but couldn’t shake the ring from the back of her mind. Very briefly she looked up and over as another box was brought out, housing jewelry of a different sort, and a little nosily tried to get a better peek. “Those are pretty.” The admiring words were out before she fully realized it, and, though she’d interrupted the conversation, she’d already experienced enough embarrassment for one day and only sheepishly looked away to distract herself instead of butting into the business of other shoppers. Only she couldn’t keep her attention away very long. The grey-furred Lycan—who opted not to reveal his name after the shopkeeper, Kanixillo, offered his—referenced her, and belatedly she realized she was now officially part of the conversation, and possibly on the receiving end of free jewelry. “What?” she asked, surprised and a little confused as she looked between the wolf man and the wolf-turned-man, clutching her saddlebag in both arms again. Had she heard wrong, or was this armored stranger really planning on getting her something?