#butcherpup

[thegreatwhyte]

Dmitri smiled at the woman and cleared his throat to get her attention. "Miss Eleanor, I presume?" he asked, still smiling. "I apologize if this causes any inconvenience, but the task of giving a beautiful woman a kiss has befallen me and I do believe you are the best candidate I've seen in years." That said, he cupped her cheeks in his hands and gave her a soft, lingering kiss on the lips before he released her. "Enjoy your evening, ma'am," he said, bowing before he departed.

Eleanor had chose to sample some wine at the Winking Skeever, and sat by a table in the corner when Dmitri approached her. She looked up at him when he cleared his throat before she moved the goblet away from her lips to smile at him. 

She set the goblet on the table and leaned back before she crossed her legs. The vampire listened to him talk, letting out a short chuckle. “Oh, you are making me blush, young man,” she said knowing all too well that it was not possible.

Eleanor straightened up in her seat when he cupped her cheeks, and as she closed her eyes she ran her fingers through his hair.She leaned into the kiss, idly caressing the back of his neck with her hand until he pulled away. 

"But my evening would be far more enjoyable if you stayed. Are you sure you have to go so soon?" she asked.

[silverandblood]

Dmitri found himself in a camp full of rather large, intimidating men. Grey magic took him to a woman who seemed familiar in a sense. "Pardon me, ma'am," he said and offered her a smile. "Seems to be the grey mages wish for us to... meet." The butcher pulled her into a firm, slightly lingering kiss.

Niel turned when she heard the unfamiliar voice and quickly eyed him over, smiling weakly back at him. She furrowed her brows as he continued to talk just before she found herself being kissed by this stranger. The Nord let him complete his task before she lowered her eyebrows at him again.

“I suggest ya leave, pup, ‘fore y’get hurt,” she muttered dryly.

[whatoddities]

Yera once again found herself in Solitude in search for the butcher. "Hello?" she called out as she found no one in the entry room, nor the next. The Nord started wandering about and eventually she reached a door. "Hello?" she repeated, gently knocking on the door before she pushed it open. What met her eyes on the other side made her jaw drop, and it took her a few seconds to recognize the Imperial. "Well... I surely didn't expect that," she mumbled, not entirely sure what to do with herself.

{Dmitri cleared his throat and closed the door when the woman left. He walked out once he was clothed and cleared his throat again to get her attention.

“Yes, well, that must have been awkward for you,” he commented, and a smirk began to form on his face. “Come here for some meat, perhaps?”}

[101tesversians]

★ Dmitri cleared his throat and handed the paper to Yera with a shrug and a hopeful smile.

Yera’s head snapped to the side when she heard him clear his throat. She furrowed her brows as she accepted the note, looking it over before she looked up at him again with a confused expression. 

She looked back down at the paper in her hand and her smile widened. The Nord leaned forward and placed a hand on his shoulder for support and kissed his cheek. 

“Wait, aren’t you that guy from the butcher shop in Solitude?” she asked, a smile finding its way to her face, while studying his face. “Only one way to find out,” she mused and leaned forward again, but this time she kissed him softly on the lips instead. 

[101tesversians]

Smooch (pick someone xP)

((Dmitri and Yera… without Niel present.))

[whatoddities]

Dmitri comes from a rather wealthy background and had what could be considered a 'privileged' childhood. He was raised to be a sport hunter and a 'gentleman' and once he was old enough, he got a job as a butcher.

He has scooted through life rarely ever giving his all (unless it comes to his job, which he finds he rather enjoys) and feeling somewhat... empty. He has considered adventuring on more than one occasion, but never got the urge to live his pampered life behind.

Until a werewolf attacks his small hunting party, leaving only two survivors -- Dmitri and the executioner's son -- and pushes Dmitri to find his 'purpose' in life. 

Dmitri tailed the man who chased the werebeast away -- an Imperial named Warden -- and after much persuading (read: begging) got the man to begin training him to hunt werewolves and vampires alike.

Now, Dmitri is on the move, trying to track down the werewolf that killed his friends, along with any other creatures that 'need to be put down.'