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[taurusvolkov]

Elaborately Laid Plans || Leo&Taurus

Affluence was something Taurus had found himself quite accustomed to witnessing throughout his nomadic life. He was in the presence of it when he traded jewels from the mines deep in Cheridi to royalty in Crirtha, he watched it become obscene in the homes of Withermore Dukes who threw magical trinkets at games tables laying ridiculous bets, and he had seen it in the fabrics worn by thes wives and husbands of dignitaries he seduced. Which was why he knew it when he leaned back in his booth within the tavern and observed someone so clearly of it, someone so clearly of it and not of this place.

The man's wealth was apparent in his fine attire, in the way he held himself, in the cleanliness of him, but what made it so clear to Taurus that he was not local was that he had yet to be effected by the cultures that filled the town from across the continent and beyond. Certainly there was something...unique to him, but it was all very Southern, to the Kingdom of Withermore and the regions nearby, nothing of the North seemed on him at all. Those who had lived in the city for so long tended to take on elements of other when they found useful items. Taurus himself wore Withmore leathers but the metal elements of his armour tended to be of Cheridan make, as it was swifter and more easily used in the style of fighting he tended to find himself in - sudden brawls.

Leaning over the back of his booth to the one behind he gave a few short whispers to a member of the pack. The comments being passed around from one member to the next with amused sort of laughter. He knew if Maeve were there she would likely scold and stop him, tell him he was a father now and certain games were for young men with no obligations. Others in the pack were less likely to thwart silly games for him though and by the end of the whispers a member of the pack around the bar stood and approached the wealthy newcomer.

The young male wolf's own attire was far less clean than Taurus', the leather of his pants worn, and the soft fabric of his blouse held obvious stitching in certain parts, while his boots had clearly walked through mud before coming into the establishment. It didn't make him less confident, fingers reaching up to long dark red hair and brushing it back out of his handsome face, dirt on a strong stubbled jaw. "Evening, handsome," he addressed the stranger, hand immediately on the dirty blonde's shoulder, thumb over where his collarbone would begin. "You know, I think you owe me a drink."

Taurus remained with some of the rest of the pack, watching with a drink in his hand, metal rings clinking against the glass handle, cautiously of the situation and how the handsome newcomer would react.

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[bellamychevasym]

Embroidered Encounter || Leo&Bella

Lantern lighters still walked the market square in the trade district as night had only just descended upon the town, flourishes of flickering fire light cast various shapes and shadows across the faces of those working on differing elements of the faire, while others wandered shopping into the early evening. Bella herself was sat on a small stool by the stage being erected by various carpenters from around the town, her wolves watching as the shadows on the ground moved with each timber beam being lifted and hammered into place.

The vampire herself had some tarp beneath her stool, as many others seated nearby did, to prevent damage to the banners or other decorations they were making, and she was working on the banner that would hang above the strawberry field entrance, slowly embroidering a strawberry around the edge of the title to the location that she had sewn over prior evenings. The fabric itself seemed rich, in it's off white cream satin, reflecting as much light as those around did themselves, while the mere face it was being hand done indicated equally as much.

One of her wolves passing her the vampire's eyes raised from her work, their soft pale peridotite colouring trying to make sure they did not wander to far and frighten the others working. The wolf however, the younger of the two with it's courser brown fur that shifted as it wandered, did not concern himself with Bella's watchful gaze, inspecting those around until it smelt something familiar in a certain guest...the scent of home.

"Quilt," Bella called beneath her breath, pushing the needle she held into a scrap piece of fabric above her work so she did not lose it. His brother, or...Bella had decided they were brothers, moved towards her, his soft near black fur much smoother, watching the younger sniff at, what Bella could only assume, was one of the dignitaries. "Come," she insisted.

For all that she was connected to the animals though, they were still wild and she no longer had her Aasimar gifts that would have allowed for control, so instead the wolf continued to sniff at the slender male, attempting to nuzzle at his palm.

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[taurusvolkov]

Learning Names || Taurus&Leo

So much focus lately for Taurus had been on taking care of his daughter and her mother. The occasional reprieve he got was either working with the pack or hooking up with those he had already established a kind of arrangement with, formalised or not, but there had not really been much time for himself. Even now, the time he was taking, he was doing so relatively close to the home his daughter and her mother resided in, aware he would have to return promptly.

It was just a walk, his boots dragging along the stone ground, worn in from the frequency with which he donned them. Most of his clothing seemed worn but clean, lacking recent stains and instead simply faded from the light and soft from wearing. All of him seemed very put together, his hair a mix of warm and dark brown pulled back into a loose bun, held together with a sword pin in deep coloured steel, his skin soft and smelling like tobacco, cedar and pepper.

His stroll in the late afternoon light, starting to hold shades of pinks and oranges as the sun set, took him to one of the local gardens. He figured, as he wandered through the stone arches and the wrought iron gates that were parted, he might pick a few flowers. He could then return them to his daughter so she might be less likely to comment on how long he had stayed away. Yes, if he brought her back a gift she wouldn't mention his failings.

The man was ready to focus on this task, an easy and serene one, when he caught sight of familiar soft brown or dark blonde hair that had once been in his grasp. One of the emissaries. Taurus unable to even remember what species he was, let alone his name, but all too clear in his mind was the man's form and the sounds he had made despite whatever residence there had been.

"Emissary," he greeted, bowing slightly with a roll of his hand, covered in steel rings, embedded with dark stones.

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[zayaeze]

Skin Care || Leo&Zaya

Zaya didn't quite understand the concept of emissary, she'd never totally understood the concept of a divided land, so all this silly nonsense with a council and Kings and Emperors and whatever, was all just nonsense to her. Even when people had attempted to explain it she tended to find it was all more complicated than what she remembered from her youth. Granted her home had been more complex than Zaya remembered, the knowledge of a fourteen year old girl not half as aware as it would have been if she'd remained there into adulthood. Regardless, the man before her in the flower shop being an emissary was sort of meaningless to her, it was far more interesting that he was there to be young and pretty.

"It can be hard for people like us, so pretty," they insisted to the gentlemen. He did have aged lines upon his face but his hairline was better than most, the hair colour itself was somewhat sunkissed. A prettiness that Zaya had come to learn was more common in these parts than on her continents soil but tended not to be her own preference. She cold still admire it in other's though, especially in people who put forth the effort of beauty.

"So much maintenance others don't care to consider, selfish people," she accused, just as she was always accusing Yazi of because he fought against wearing her creams and now looked twenty years older than he was - actually a side effective of being a pandok that aged differently than the mortal form she gave him, but she could still blame his resistance. "Were you looking for something specific? I have creams that smell like roses and mint and give your cheeks the perfect pink."

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