#liddia

[tennesonrhames]

A day in the city.

RP thread begun from here.

There was hardly a motion from the sizeable beast, save that her nose twitched to the scent of lilac. Eyes tinged in an amber setting opened and watched the woman approach, but all Duchess did was lift her head and study her. Until her tongue all but flopped out the side of her muzzle when Tenneson’s hand started scratching the top of her head. “Don’t rightly know as yet. Only been here a day’r’so. Been freezin’ m’backside off up in High Mountain for a few months. S’real quiet but work’s not exactly in steady supply so...figured I’d take a gander back south. Way south, away from the damnable snow for a bit, but, eh? Leavin’ th’city?” Golden eyes tipped down and studied the package in her hand. A lofted brow catered to his curiosity, but was swept away when he met her gaze again. “As in...leavin’, or y’leavin’ leavin’, not comin’ back type leavin’?”

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[tennesonrhames]

"Mister Rhames. It's been quite some time, hasn't it?" - Liddia @potions-and-gasoline

As the day passed into the afternoon hours, the sun should've been shining freely and casting a golden hue across the city. Instead a few stubborn clouds drifted overhead and gave a sort of hazy grey setting throughout the busy streets. People passed by, unawares to much else as they made their way to work or home, or to one of the numerous taverns that'd sprouted up recently in Stormwind. When she found the hunter he was seated at a bench, alone save for his grizzled companion Duchess, who herself seemed to be asleep. Her ragged muzzle was perched atop folded paws, and a rhythmic breath gave a measured rise and fall to her form. Tenneson seemed busy fussing with a loose strap at his hip, holding a small pouch to his belt.

"Indeed it has, Miss Evaryns, quite'a'bit'a time indeed."

He'd already paused in his work before she even spoke, drawing the air through his senses. A familiar scent had tickled his thoughts, lifting his gaze until he peered up at her from beneath the brim of that same aged hat he always bore. Cracked and bearing more lines than it should have, it was tipped up to let golden eyes scan her features. As he let the strap be he slowly eased back into the bench, and let a dull curve form to his lips.

"How've y'been, miss?"

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[potions-and-gasoline]

[tennesonrhames]

Perfumes and Pistols Pt. 2

Continued from here.

For all her thoughts wandering, Tenneson could only watch her distant and vacant expression take hold. He'd seen the look before, hell he'd felt it. Memories had more power than most gave them credit for, for good or bad. "Dunno what all's goin' on, but I'm here t'help best I can..” He tried for something of a comforting tone, even if it was lost amid the graveled noise in every word. A look passed through the small crowd that had gathered by to watch. Some were openly staring, others lazing about with the passing glance of a casual observer. When the snarl formed in the man's throat and his eyes fixated on a few in particular though, they started to scatter. "Y'all best be on yer way 'fore I shove a boot up your royal quarters. No need for yer gawkin'." There was little more he could do about the onlookers, but for the injured girl there was more. A look passed from Liddia to Addelaide with a twist forming on his lips. He was helpless in some regards, barely knowing more than what he could see before him. "She needs t'see a mender'n'get some food'n'drink in her right quick. Do her well t'have a full stomach and get somewhere's quiet. Best can do all said'n'done for now..and truth be told I don't know th'city well as I should, so if'n you've got someone or somewhere's t'take her, now's th'time." @potions-and-gasoline

[tennesonrhames]

Evening Rush.

Continued from RP here.

A quiet sniff of the air was heard, and the hunter craned his neck aside to a faint pop. Her words were drawn upon by ears that seemed to catch every subtle inflection in her tone, and the message inspired a creased brow from him. He tapped his fingers in an idly pattern against the holster, and took a moment to shift his back against the stone while he eyed her over.

"Not pride so much as not somethin' I partake in. Rarely in the city as it is, so fancy dresses and fine teas are a bit of an odd thing to me."

There was a brush of leather agains stone as his body curled forward. The duster eased against the surface of the cobblest they stood on, and brushed aside a few bits of debris as he took a few steps to bring him closer. He lulled his head to one side while he peered at her from beneath the brim of his hat, and tipped it forward in an almost courteous fashion. At the corner of his lips came the subtle tick of a smirk that could have teased more if he let it. Again that trace mixture of aged leather, and cigar smoke invaded her senses.

"Besides, don't rightly think a lady of your stature would be enjoyin' the company of a drifter. Suppose that's up to you, but I'm thinkin' I've probably kept you from your plans this time around. Tables turned'n all that."

His eyes danced around her features one more time before a hand rose up. Slowly the brush of fabric against leather was heard as he held out a hand towards her, fingers exposed at the end of the gloves he wore.

"Suppose I'll need to stop by your shop when I've a chance to, as I promised. Curious to see what sorta concoctions you've got brewed up."

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