Mystical Villain
Divine Gatekeeper
13,075 Points
-
200
-
500
-
200
t h e • HUNTSMAN
ＮＩＣＨＯＬＡＵＳx ＡＶＲＹx ＭＯＲＡＮＤＯＲＩ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Location - The ONS: behind the counter • Accompanied by - Rufio
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Location - The ONS: behind the counter • Accompanied by - Rufio
"As long as you're fine with a strong drink, but you look like a woman that can take it." A compliment to start things off if she'd take it as such. He preferred others to interact with if they were as he was; a warrior, someone not afraid to do what needed to be done. Then, his eyes would finally leave the girl, their studying stares put to a halt so Nic could focus on mixing his drink. Never much of a drinker, but rather able to hold his whiskey, the Fae enjoyed sipping down drinks that would make most cringe. Into a shaker he put the components to the concoction, and with skill that hardly compared to a veteran bartender, but enough to pass as competent, he poured her share first. Finishing up with his own, Nic leaned against the counter top, it coming up to just under his hip, unintentionally showing off his unnatural height.
Oh how he wished the two were already acquaintance, Rufio clearly appeared to be a woman capable of holding her own, just from how she put herself off to others. He'd love to have her by his side in a hunt perhaps. "Maybe at some point in passing, but nothing more than such. I've lived a long life and have traveled many paths. I'm certain I'd remember someone as striking as you." His talk at a close, he sipped the reddish brown concoction, almost matching his oculars, and thought more on the matter. then it hit him as it should have sooner. That scent was a hard one to miss, unless they were dulled down by the amalgamation of smells that enveloper the city. Along with other slight signs, he could tell she was a shifter, of what kind he wasn't in his power to place, nor would he inquire. Wasn't his place, as it wasn't to outright tell the panther that he was a Fae.
A name however, would be appropriate at this point in the conversation. "My name is Nicholaus, a pleasure to meet you." For once, he'd drop the full title, he was tiring of it anyways, but the cur bow would remain, of course. He enjoyed being a gentleman when the chance popped up.
"I suppose I am new to these parts, only been here a few weeks."
To her compliments, he'd give a silent nod and keep to his thoughts for a moment or two. As much as Nicholaus enjoyed the city for it's people, that in itself was part of the problem. Far too many intelligent life forms living in a compacted area. It was a certainty that they would grow in numbers and pollute the environment. I didn't pertain to human's solely either, given any other race in the position of the humans, the same would ultimately happen. Unlike other's coming from nature though, Nic didn't blame them for what they did, in time they would learn from their mistakes better than most and develop into a spectacular species, or so he hoped.
In the end, needless thoughts of an aging mind, what mattered was the huntress like himself that was currently entertaining the proposition he'd put forth; and despite not being his exact cup of tea when it came to a woman, he couldn't deny how nice it was to find someone so similar in certain aspects to himself. "Thank you, not often others can appreciate the scent of the Earth, missed by the more artificial aromas manufactured in places like this." He himself would seem far more distant in his looks than usual, longing for a return to his usual hunting grounds. Still, not enough to keep his mind off of the beauty occupying his time, never that.
