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 Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 1:51 pm
There was so much to do... so many preparations. In the main house at Palisade, servants were busy packing up the young lord's things for a stay in Old Castle. None of his relatives were coming, since they were not chosen, but even if they had been... they most likely would have left at another time than he. Matvei had been instructed, however, to bring someone with him as protection, and a body guard. He was permitted to after all, from the letter he had been given. Naturally, he hadn't any friends asides his animal companions, including his darling guardian Ixton... and the normal guards of the estate were so stuffy and uptight... he probably wouldn't be able to even have decent conversation with them! Those empty shells... Thus this lead him to pondering on the recent addition to the household.
Emereck.
The burly man had been hired for his talent to mold and create the appropriate metal's needed for the desired items that Matvei's family were in need of. Most of these metal's were precious, or very rare, and were not trusted in the hands of amateurs. The first run-in that the young lord had had with the man was of course an unpleasant one.. but since the fellow foreigner had come to stay in their grand estate, young Matvei had taken to peeking in on him from time to time, even watching him work... perhaps fawning over his well built physique... and keeping those bothersome women at bay from trying to flirt with Emereck! How annoying the servants could be! they ought to know their place! But... he had come to find, even if he didn't admit it, nor would probably say it aloud, that the other man's company wasn't too bad... perhaps even enjoyable. However, for the time being, he simply convinced himself that he stuck around because he was bored; which wasn't a lie at all. And so, a servant was sent to fetch the metal-worker, and have his things packed without any sort of input from the German native, along with some clothing that would be appropriate for him to be seen at in a ball. Though he had family in Old Castle, Matvei had made engagements to stay in one of the high-end inn's there instead. It would be nice to spend some time away from his unpleasant relatives...
With everything packed, the two men, and little Ixton were off to Old Castle, in a sturdy carriage built for four. Matvei didn't say much of anything, asides from briefing Emereck on expectations, and mannerisms that were to be upheld, so as not to embarrass him. When they did arrive, Matvei ushered Emereck to the inn they'd be staying in, and instructed him to change at once. The few servants who had come along went with him to assist with getting the appropriate attire on, since it was quite possible the man had never wore such dapper threads in his life! afterwards, the young lord went ahead and helped with getting his hair slicked back, and combed neatly. Making a few primping and fine adjustments, he kicked Emereck out to wait in the hall while he changed into his own ball garb.
Now the boy was a rather snappy dresser to start. Nothing too obnoxious, but very regal, and showing his obvious wealth. Typically darker tones with silver or gold trim and accents. But today, he went a little lighter. A rich burgundy colour for his coat, that was accompanied with gold designs and compliments. Nice cream pants and dark black shoes, with a gem at the center were sported below, along with a pair of gloves. { imagine the outfit I showed you before, just with some more pizzazz.} Little Ixton was fixed with a new giant bow around his neck, in gold this time, to match with Matvei, the tiny fawn bleating blissfully, nubby tail waggling as he was dressed. Smiling faintly to his guardian, the Russian stroked his hands along the soft head of the tiny buck, speaking in his homeland's tongue, sweet words that no one else had ever been graced with.
Once they were both decorated as required, he stepped out, looking to Emereck, before heading out to return to the carriage. The trio was taken to the designated area, where already a large flock of people had gathered. Stepping out, Ixton was delighted to see all the different deer there, his golden eyes wide with excitement, petite hooves clicking in place as he did a little dance that he simply could not contain. Matvei did a scan of the area, not resting his gaze on one person in particular for too long, before peeking over his shoulder to Emereck, "Remember to mind your manners.." he commented under his breath, a hand smoothing back some of his wavy black hair.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 5:49 pm
How...interesting.
It was hard to believe that only a few short hours ago he had been hammering with all his strength on a particularly resilient slag of near orange metal in a repetitive but rewarding past time which was labeled his job. It was just that lunch hour where he'd heard from the maid's gossip and insistent flocking that there was some kind of ball going on in Oldcastle to which the likes of chosen could attend. This of course registered that both Matvei and Ixton would be attending...but never would he imagine that he too would be just a few paces behind the young lord in a place like this. He'd seen the maids dance around during lunch, even asking him if he'd ever been to one; the answer being a bored no....he was young enough to get away with not going since his family wasn't of the super elite; and his parents were merely invited along with an associate. He was more than pleased to remain home bound with his nanny.
Looking down at Matvei as he noticed the side glance he'd received the large brute of a man nodded slowly; feeling his jaw tighten with nerves at the already abundance of people around them all in such fancy and proper attire. Not that he didn't blend in, he just felt aside from the color he had in his attire and skin he was more like the statues which had their place in the corners of the room. Pulling at his tailcoat with his scrubbed raw hands he still couldn't get over how....beige they looked. He grudgingly remembered how meticulous the servants had been to get all the stains and debris from his palms and nails; although he wasn't one for beards he didn't mind having stubble when he was working on a particularly large project for Matvei's family...but now his rough and scarred face was smooth as could be. He'd drawn the line at having any cover up for his scar though, he wasn't a lady and would never have anything on his face other than shaving lather! Already Emereck felt his breathing could be labled as compromised, the high collared dress shirt and the emerald green vest did little for his rather brawny chest and he had to breathe slowly least he risk popping a button off or something of that caliber. He'd never hear the end of it if he ruined his attire, as unsettling for him as it was.
"I 'av manners....but I 'av no guarantees I can vit my fingers in the handle of those vittle tea cups..." He spoke under his breath so Matvei could hear him, seeing a place of the smallest little cups he'd ever seen. Well, that was a lie, he'd had small cups as a child but never for his literal man hands. To why the lord wanted him of all people remained a mystery for Emereck, he'd never mentioned he was of a wealthy; not in comparison but wealthy standalone family...and in essence that's how he wanted it to be. He was a worker, plain and simple, and it was best if the family saw it that way least any kind of word got back to his foreign family. However the attire, the ball, even Matvei's meticulous grooming had made the iron worker a little well....nervous with the feeling this was all over his head. Let alone trying to be a "bodyguard" and drop someone in this ridiculously form fitting suit.
However, as much as the pair seemed to butt heads at time and well, a very very rocky start he was now under Matvei's family employment; and as much as he didn't want to be here he wasn't going to argue with that was really the only "guy friend" he had at the mansion. The other workers were much older than he was and well the maids did more giggling than actual conversation. In the very least his short conversations when Matvei lingered and observed him working offered intelligent conversation and brought along Ixton; the darling little thing.
Reaching his hand down he gave a little scratch behind the Guardian's ear as he was dancing around. "Vell don't you look dashing in your gold bow?" He commented, offering the wee buck a sincere and affectionate smile.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 8:00 am
The young lord held himself high and proud, smoothing out his outfit some, and doing last minute primping to make sure he looked his best. After all, presentation was everything at these sort of soiree's. And if her highness was going to be here, well... he certainly had to leave a good impression on behalf of his lineage. But so far, by the looks of it, there was nothing but commoner's here... it made his nose want to wrinkle, but he refrained as it was not appropriate to do so as someone with his sort of status.
Instead, he glanced over to his small party of three, gaze narrowing just slightly at Emereck. He was a very large man... it was a wonder they had even been able to find clothes that didn't keep him from moving entirely. "Well you will do good to avoid things that your stature might hinder you from." He never pegged the fellow foreigner to be a tea drinker... but it did earn half a point of respect in Matvei's book. At least there was some refinement in the large brute. Perhaps he was not a complete lost cause! Peering down at little Ixton, who was containing all that excitement to his best ability, Matvei couldn't help the faint smile that twitched at the corner of his lips, that usually kept his stoic expression plastered on. None of these other guardians even compared to his own...
"Well, come along now." he ushered, heading into the main area of festivities. It was then that something occured to him... making him turn his head to look to Emereck again from the corner of his eye, "You do know how to dance properly, correct?" even a simpleton like him should know such a basic social activity... right?
Pricking up his large ears, Ixton instantly pressed himself to Emereck's side, leaning his full little weight against him as he was given such sweet affections. A darling bleat escaped him with glee, golden eyes blinking up, squinted with contentment, to the massive man. The bow had a sheen to it, clearly made of the finest of silks, easily matching how silky soft his short, and delicate pelt was. Pressing his tiny head into the giant hand, he was delayed in following Matvei, having to slowly shift his weight back onto his petite hooves... but keeping close to Emereck so he could possibly earn some more attention.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 3:04 pm
"Alright..." Emereck breathed out in a bit of a lengthy breath, half way between a sigh and a calming breath to ease the tension evident on his shoulders. This of course, meant nearly everything; standing was a safe option with his timed and partially shallow breaths. As long as he didn't have to take anyone down to fufill the roll designated to hm, or he didn't have to twirl around like some prim ninny on the grand dance floor he would be safe. Besides, he was here to show face for Matvei, as far as he understood; and be bodyguard kind of deal. Emereck could do that, no sweat.
Following like a lamb with Matvei in the lead and little Ixton leaning up against him he was please thus far; catching the eyes of numerous well dressed people and their guardians. His heart clenched a moment as he thought back of Lukas and how the stallion was fairing in the stables but as the brute of a man knew that he would be fine it would just be something he'd have to live with being so far away from him for one evening. Keeping his ears open and hands idle to keep from running them through his hair in pure habitual comfort in risk of being scolded for messing up the well combed locks; his eyes widened as he stopped dead in his tracks and felt a little more of the color drain from his face.
"Vat...?" Oh balls.
"Vell....that would be a no. Ven I was a young boy I did folk dance of my country....but that is not like this..." Formal, elegant, poised...everything he was not capable of. "...and ven I did I may 'av nearly pulled her arm off on von of the turns..." In truth, Emereck still felt terrible about it; but if he wasn't stepping on his partner's feet, tripping the other dancers with his sub par coordination or twirling the poor girls at mach speed thanks to his strength....well he was just a clumsy mule in a herd of thoroughbreds. "Besides...vont you be able to find a better partner? You switch off on partners, right?" The dance of his homeland was very much akin to the polka, intricate timings of stomping, clapping, twirling and strength but the partner was switched around multiple times. Surely Matvei didn't expect him to dance, and he could just remain off to the sidelines? Well....that wouldn't due. Dancing simply was something his stature hindered him from....in a near crippling way for anyone why was unfortunate enough to be his partner.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 4:13 pm
When the heavy steps of the other man were no longer heard behind him, Matvei paused as well, and turned about to look straight on at his bodyguard. The expression on the German's face said everything.... and Matvei's almost mimicked it. However, instead, he contorted his features into one of annoyance, and disbelief. Did commoners have no decency at all?! there was a building of tension in his shoulders, teeth grit, making him inhale slowly, and exhale just the same. He had to remind himself that he couldn't expect much from those in lower classes. They weren't given the same opportunity's and privileges as himself... but still!
The dancing that was described almost made the young lord cringe, if not for his great sense of composure and self control. Closing his eyes, he remained calm, and quiet, as Emereck explained the ritual. Matvei wouldn't be caught dead doing such a silly thing as that! folk dancing... Little Ixton looked between the two men with oblivious innocence, lifting his little head as high as possible to try and nudge at one of Emereck's hands, rubbing his soft little muzzle against it to try and get some more pets while they were stationary.
However, the large man's last line of words had Matvei's face flush like a rose, looking with shock first at Emereck, before quickly averting his gaze elsewhere, manicured brows drawn closer in a frown, muttering something like a curse under his breath in Russian, "we are men, we do not dance together..!" he quietly chided, "I meant if a lady were to approach you!" to cover up his embarrassment, he turned himself to the side, and crossed his arms, so that he wouldn't get more flustered by looking at his company. That he would even think such a thing were possible! ...but he wasn't entirely angry, no... just surprised that Emereck misunderstood him so drastically. Or maybe... it was something else...?
any matter, this was an issue... it was considered rude to decline the invitation to dance with a woman... and with Emereck being attractive as he was, he'd surely gain attention from some woman... rolling his eyes at the thought, the younger man sighed softly, and peered around, glancing to the drawing crowd as her highness finally made her arrival. Watching curiously, those teal blue eyes took note of the two figures beside her... a might stag and some strange man.. but he took this to be an opportunity. Looking back to his party, he muttered a 'follow me', and began to lead them a ways from the gathered crowd, to a more secluded area, away from the eyes of the public. Ixton trotted after merrily, his eyes looking to all the other guardians as they passed by, before taking refuge behind the remains of what was once a brick wall. Turning to Emereck, Matvei spoke quietly, "Now, I will show you the basic's, should the need arise that you have to take to dancing with a lady." he hesitated a moment, before taking a step closer, "We shall see just how terrible at this you really are."
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 4:43 pm
Oh, this was already disastrous. Was it not obvious that the only sense of grace he held was that when shaping molten metals and of course riding on Lukas? The latter of course being purely the horse being full of grace a beauty and him just a stationary lump on his back; but it did help his own image to be paired with the mighty stallion. Perhaps he should have made himself clear when he'd been whisked by the servant who already held his packed bags hostage; but in all right sense of the world where did graceful dance partner ever come from an iron-worker bodyguard? In this moment of sink or swim as the pair stared at one another in a building sense of dumbfound and tension....Emereck felt like swimming was the safer bet at this point.
Raising a brow partially marred by his elongated scar he watched the young lord turn away abruptly, foreign words hitting his ears while he seemed more than flustered thanks to the red staining is face. This of course left Emereck in the proverbial dark momentarily till that infamous light bulb flickered above his head. "Vell that is not true... There are plenty ov times where the men interact in volk dance..." However, Emereck did see that there would be no folk dance here in the grand ballroom; and from what he did know was that in most other dances in events like this - it was indeed a woman and man pairing. At his reasoning that women may approach him and desire to dance he could feel his heart palpitate a little...perhaps it would have been wise to pay more attention to the dancing maids. More or less he wanted nothing to do with any kind of social interaction save for what was happening right now...if he thought a wardrobe malfunction was horrendous imagine the horror of him breaking some poor woman's foot!
Reaching a hand up he pinched the bridge of his nose with a sour look on his face, trying to think of any reasoning he could evade anyone's desire to dance...but was distracted by the soft nuzzle of Ixton to which he stroked the little Guardian's head tenderly. Looking up he took note of some grand entrance that must have been the queen Matvei had spoke of on the way over; yet he minded little, his place obviously being Matvei's escort and keeping mind to the basic rule back home...don't associate with the family. Emereck was pleased that the only one he needed to worry about was the younger lord before him. Once Matvei had taken to a more secluded place behind the crumbled brick wall the iron worker's eyes widened, wondering if this was actually, truly transpiring in front of his eyes.
Surely he would get fired for breaking one of his employer's foot.
"I just vant to say...this is a horrible idea." Emereck urged as kindly as he could in warning, looking to Matvei with concern in his eyes since he knew no matter what his opinion was the lord would do what he saw fit for the situation at hand. None the less, as the young man stepped closer he held out his hands as customary as he could for starting position; it wasn't perfect as he wasn't sure what they would be trying to dance but already Emereck had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach; looking down at his feet to make sure they were balanced enough.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:28 pm
Even as Emereck elaborated on the matter, and tried to make it seem like there wasn't an issue with two gent's dancing together... Matvei's face still burned brighter while briskly guiding his team off to shelter. Dancing with other men... as if! the only time he had was with his dance instructor, and that was only because he was a butler of high caliber in the art of such activities. He knew all the intricacy's of being in a high-class society, the mannerisms, and the like... very much Matvei's tutor to all he knew today.
But he ignored all of that nonsense spewed, and wore a more firm expression on his fair features, "And what if a lady asks you to dance? I will be quite humiliated if you move like a drunken bear." he retorts with what may resemble a slight pout in his heavy accent. They didn't have the time to dwaddle though. With Emereck's hands presented out, Matvei again hesitates, and fights to keep a straight face as more heat rushes to his face upon placing the other man's considerably larger hands in the right locations; at a hip, and holding a hand, while his own free hand placed onto a bicep due to how tall Emereck was... he didn't want to stretch his arm up that high! He'd have to take the ladies role for the time being... shooting his gaze up to the towering giant, Matvei muttered sternly, "speak of thees to no one... or I shall have you out on the streets.." perhaps the threat wasn't all that powerful, but he made himself clear that he didn't want anyone knowing about this embarrassing affair.
Ixton watched the two with glee, bleating softly as they joined, and danced around them with flowing excitement. He transferred his happy visions to his Chosen too, which only made the younger man seem to grow more bashful... which wasn't like him at all. But the small fawn was enthralled to see the usually cold, guarded boy actually interacting in a manner that wasn't totally rigid!
"Now.. When dancing with a woman, you are to lead and guide her. You step lightly, that is key." he instructs, "do not place all your weight down, so you can move with the rhythm of the music. The momentum." he takes a step back, "you step forwards.. and then back.. placing your foot in the space that she provides." he explains, shooting his eyes back up to Emereck... narrowing them slightly, "for now... watch our feet... so you don't step on mine..." Ixton's staring was making him feel quite flustered... and all the more embarrassed, having to clear his throat before repeating the motion and going on to instruct the counts in which to move.
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 5:24 pm
The soft melody picked up from the main reception; simply a background sound around those flocked to the queen. In the privacy of the small opening they had he watched Matvei like he did with the metals smoldering in the furnace; calculating, focused, and processing all he was instructed to do. This watchful eye dropped many times as he'd tried to take it slow with the steps; making sure his stompers he called feet didn't crush that of the young lord. "I vas hoping to just be a body guard..." He spoke quietly, since well, that was originally what he'd been told he was to do upon this surprise trip to the ball. "They may not av been drunk, but I vonce saw a bear on a ball...vey were very graceful." Completely beside the point but still, the caliber of his inability was astounding.
His threat bounced off as most negative behavior did on the burly man, for he was focused in more important things, like not breaking bones or blowing the buttons on his vest. Catching Ixton dancing around out of his peripherals he offered a smile to the little guardian; perhaps if he "danced" with him the whole night the ladies would leave him alone? This was a whimsy of a dream, so as Emereck looked down once more to watch their feet and make sure he didn't step on any toes.
Yet the more he watched Matvei, the more he began to see how red in the face the young lord was. Was it really so awful to be dancing with another man? He recalled back to the dances of his country; the stomping and lively cheer of the crowd during slap dances and swinging their partners in impressive aerials while holding tight to the other male dancer. Although this was more...intimate to say the least it still wasn't the worse thing to ever happen to him. Nobles. Always so stuck up. This...gave him a horrible, horrible idea. Emereck was an impulsive man, so not much crossed his mind before he felt his hand move to the small of Matvei's back as his grip tightened on the one currently in his own. Adjusting his footing he dipped him down drastically, giving a small grin on his lips. "Ven you mean lead...you mean like this ya?" The large man chuckled deeply, perhaps it was him snapping just a bit from all of the shock and nerves of his life so far in this new country; but this was the first time he'd gone and done something so...out there and frankly out of his normally passive mind frame. Adjusting Mavtei upright again he looked down to his feet, Emereck raised a hand from the other's grip to almost scratch his head when he remembered his hair was still meticulously styled before drawing it back down. "Vat is what vomen like, is it not?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 5:27 pm
A soft huff was given from the young lord, showing his irritance on the matter, "I would have liked you to be as well, but it is not polite to refuse a woman." his gaze flickered up to the giant of a man, "surely even you know that." his snooty nature didn't cease to let up... and he even wore a rather unamused expression in regards to, what he hoped was a joke, concerning the bear. Rolling his eyes, he had to remind himself to have patience with simpleton's... they weren't as refined as he, nor had the manners to keep such trivial conversation to themselves...
He was actually surprised that Emereck was even showing some level of focus, and paying attention to what he instructed him to do. But he was pleased. This was a one time deal, after all. He'd sneak a glance at the thrilled little Ixton, whose tiny tail was waggling briskly behind him, making his entire little rear shake with excitement, while prancing around the pair. But he paused when Emereck shifted his hold, large ears perking straight up, and blinking up at the two curiously. Matvei's eyes widened as he felt the hand take to his back, inhaling quickly to hold his breath, especially as he was dipped back. A look of childlike astonishment was on his face... blinking at the large man incredulously... hardly believing what had just happened. And soon enough, that flourish of red returned to his face double fold. How... how dare he! Fumbling for words, or a proper reaction, Matvei let his gaze drift to the side, muttering something in Russian under his breath... probably cursing Emereck for his action.
This... insolent... fool! Once Emereck made a move to scratch his head, Matvei tore his own hand away, as well as lifted the one that was on the strong man's bicep, to press at the chest before him to break from the hold, "W-well it seems you already know what you're doing.." he retorted, keeping his gaze averted, and stepping around the metal worker swiftly, tiny Ixton pricking his ears again, looking between the pair. Blinking at Emereck, he danced around the man's legs, weaving about them, and bleating softly, before prancing after Matvei.
That fool Emereck..! what did he think he was doing, pulling a stunt like that!? still flustered, the young lord went to find a beverage so as to try and cool himself off... even his ears were burning!
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 5:56 pm
Raising his brows Emereck was a little silent as he felt the hand press on his chest only to completely whip away from him all together. He could see the red burning on Matvei's face, but Emereck didn't believe he was that much in the wrong; he was just trying to get a retort out of the lord - since his time knowing him as little as he did he'd only caught him smile once. Life was too short to have that much disdain for everything around one's self.
"Matvei, wait!" He called on deaf...no, ignoring ears as the lord stormed off in a fury of embarrassment and what he assumed was rage. Sighing deeply the large brute put a hand on his waist and wondered what he should do with himself; this wasn't a good situation but he also knew it probably wasn't wise to go and approach the lord till he cooled down. However it proved that he just wasn't cut out for this kind of life, he was used to joking around with the other men in the mines and in his professions...ladies, courting, manners, elegance....well it just was everything he was not. Cracking his knuckles he shook his head and walked back around the wall out into the fray; seeing the groups still gathered around as one strange looking man walked through the crowds getting stopped by others.
This of course had no interest to him, although as he caught a glimpse of the fabled woods; his heart skipped a beat and ached for but a second. Emereck looked concerned, but brushed it off as he moved to the opposite side of the room away from everyone. Finding a spot beside a statue he leaned his back against the cool surface of the stone wall; hardened eyes glancing around, glancing once or twice to Matvei across the way near the refreshments. Just because he had upset the man didn't mean he wasn't going to do his job. However for the time being, he tried to look as grouchy and unapproachable as could be to ward off any potential dance partners. However this look faltered a bit seeing all of the guardians of all different sizes and colours here; what amazing creatures. Perhaps he would try and find some more info on them in his free time...surely as he could remember Matvei's warning from the first night he met him; there was something special about the creatures from the wood.
After some dwelling on the matter, Emereck closed his eyes; looking more pensive than angry as he kept his position with arms crossed lightly across his broad chest.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 6:22 pm
Unfortunately for Emereck, his attempts to try and keep others at bay didn't fully work. It was a little while after he had settled that someone did make their approach towards him. The steps were light, and thoughtful, a look of mild concern on the face of the beautiful man that was Eluf. Auburn silky curls were resting in the usual ponytail along his shoulder, tied with a silk ribbon to keep in place, his attire just as dapper like most high-class citizens. But his air, and presence held a gentleness to it. Now Eluf wasn't put off by the massive man's gruff exterior or disposition, no. After all, his lover was a rather gruff, and intimidating man, but someone who Eluf could never find himself frightened or wary of. Thus he had no problems with stepping closer to the German, standing a respectful distance before speaking up.
"Sir? are you alright?" he asks in his kindly tone, honey green eyes watching the stranger carefully. At his side was a large, and powerful stag, dressed in an all black coat, with softer tan fading here and there, and darker speckles along his hide. He was larger than most guardian's, and his shiny coat could show the extraordinary muscles that were contained beneath, flexed, his golden eyes narrowed sharply in a fierce glare at Emereck... as if in warning. Clearly he was not pleased to be near this unknown man... but he would do his part in showing he meant business... and would not allow any ill-harm to befall his partner.
He drank from one of the glasses that were lined up on the tables, sipping it a little longer than was appropriate for the first take, before slowing down and nursing it at a more reasonable pace. Just who did that man think he was?! acting like that... in public?! what if someone had seen? but then again.. they hadn't been doing something that was appropriate to do in public in the first place... and upon his own doing! his flush wasn't able to leave, but it did lessen slightly in its intensity... only slightly. Taking a few calming breaths, he swirled his drink idly, glancing down to loyal little Ixton who was sweetly nuzzling against his chosen's leg. That faint, rare smile lifted at the corner of the lord's lips... but he blinked curiously as Ixton suddenly stopped to turn his head swiftly behind them. Following suit, Matvei blinked once and laid his gaze upon...
Emereck... and some man...?
Staring at the scene... he felt his hand tighten a little more on the glass... and his gaze narrow with displeasure. Just who was that..? and who did they think they were going up to Emereck like that...?
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 7:42 pm
Perhaps a little lost in his train of thought with the blissful ability to close his eyes and escape from the stuffiness of the ballroom his eyes flew open as a voice reached his ears, one way too close for comfort. Snapping them open as narrowed steely blue eyes landed on Eluf, and then the stag before he felt the breath release from his chest. How long had he had his eyes closed anyways to allow someone, not to mention a large stag like this so close to his person?
As he looked to Eluf he couldn't help but realize that he was a very dainty and well...if one could call it beautiful man. He held many of the features most women would be envious of...and truth be told with the way he dressed he was reminded this might be someone Matvei would probably meet in his day to day life of nobility. However this was mere assumption, and more or less he was wrong as of late. "I am alright....vas just trying to shut my eyes for a moment.." He rubbed them in a moment of emphasis, before offering a better smile even if it was merely a polite one for the time being. At least with this company the women would well...leave him alone. Looking over to the impressive buck, he did believe Ixton would make a much cuter adult but this fellow sure was impressive. "Hello there..." Emereck offered a hand in peace; in case the impressive beast needed to smell he wasn't all that bad.
He glanced across the hall to see Matvei still sipping from his drink before back to the man before him; tilting his head a little. "Thank you vor your concern though; I did not think there would be many caring volks at this event....most seem not to vant to converse vit the simple volk like me."
Little did he know the commotion which was brewing across the dance floor.
"My name ist Emereck Strauss..." Well, least he should be polite; the longer he kept him here the better as he noticed a lady or two look his way and hesitated thanks to his current company.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 6:53 pm
Relief seemed to take to the lovely boy's face with Emereck's response, "Oh I see." he replied, "I hope we have not disturbed you then. You just looked a little troubled, that's all." he explained with a small lift to his sweet smile. Axe however was the complete opposite... glaring all the way at the foreign man, even with the extension to try and reach out to him. It only made the proud buck puff up even more, and snort firmly at Emereck to show his displeasure on the matter. Glancing to his guardian, Eluf gently stroked the large stag's neck to try and soothe him, "Forgive him, he is quite a kind guardian, just a little protective, is all." though 'little' was probably an understatement...
Those earthen green eyes seemed to blink with surprise with Emereck's latter comment. His gaze drifted to look to those that were in attendance at the party... and then to the man before him. Ah.. he did not have a guardian... so he was invited along? "I do not think that is true. I think that everyone's just a little excited to see her highness, that's all." he assures, not wanting the poor fellow's spirits to be dampened! With the introductions, he gave a polite bow, "Forgive my manners.. I am Eluf Torrell, and this is Axe, my guardian." the entire time the black stag's gaze never blinks nor tears from the large man... almost challenging him, in a sort of way...
He would peek out the corner of his eye from time to time, glancing to Emereck and that... man.... who was he? and why did Emereck seem to be smiling at him? growing more irritated, the lord finished the rest of his drink... but his attention was veered as Llyr begins to light the darkening outdoors, looking around at the lit field, and the sudden growing plants that are coming from all over the place. Rather intrigued, Matvei is distracted for this moment, Ixton as well, watching as the tiny fluffy birds appear as well, zipping about and taking to the sweet scented flowers. They really did smell nice... features softening a little as he watches his precious fawn nose some of the plants, his gaze darts upwards when a few of the flowers begin to fall to the ground... only to see fruit is now hanging from the tree branches... rather entranced by the sight, he reaches up to one that is surprisingly within reach of his short stature, and holds it in hand. Turning it a few times for inspection, he makes a small glance around to see how others are reacting to it too. Of course... he looks back at Emereck too...
Squeezing the fruit perhaps a bit too hard, he takes an angry bite out of it, and straightens himself up. That was enough of that! Assuming his usual stern expression, he took another proper bite of his fruit, and started to head over to Emereck, showing no sort of warmth at all in his features. Ixton trotted right after him blissfully, bleating sweetly at the sight of Emereck, clearly pleased to be returning to him. Once close enough, he stood between both Emereck and Eluf, cutting off any sort of conversation they might have been having. Glaring up at Eluf, he stood defensively, eyeing this other man critically. He was quite lovely.... pursing his lips slightly, he finally spoke, "If you'll excuse us, I have some matters to attend to with my body guard." he said in a matter-of-fact tone that probably held some tone of irritance to it... and a hint of sarcasm... But it seemed to work, Eluf giving a surprised look from both lord to metal worker.. before giving a small bow and smile in understanding, excusing himself while Ixton pranced over to Emereck to beam right up at him, nubby tail waggling frantically, bleating in a sing songy tone to the giant of a man.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 9:48 pm
"Von could say that..." Troubled, it seemed he was followed by trouble since the moment he arrived here in the country; while not all of it was bad it certainly made life all the more exciting day by day. He recalled meeting Matvei and Ixton in the alley and getting his first taste of life here amongst the eyes of the guardians; and of course the ever stoic and often irate eyes of the family ruling. It was like a catalyst which set his life here in motion, to getting his first official job as a full time bloomer; one in which he was beginning to excel at even without the watchful eyes of his master. The maids giving him grief numerous times with their giddy behavior and now well...himself; at a ball! He was sure he'd never see the day he was wearing such fine clothes...but he assumed there was a first time for everything even if he was a bit of a undercover bodyguard.
"I can tell..." Emereck smiled regardless at the large buck, drawing his hand back. "We all have a vront...but I can feel his heart is good." Call it a hunch, but Emereck was pretty good when it came to animals at least with a strong gut feeling around many horses in his days. Especially in the depths of the mines one had to have a feeling which horses would remain loyal and which would go wild amidst confusion and action. Speaking of that, he could see a fine example before him with those flocking to her majesty; as Emereck nodded his head slowly. "Acht....is true..." Chuckling, he looked back down to Eluf as he was introduced. "Vell it is a pleasure, Eluf and Axe...very strong name for him." Emereck was about to say more when the room burst with what he would have called magic, flowers, fruits and creatures of sorts filled the room.
It didn't take long for Emereck to spot a tasty looking treat, and with no heed to the repercussions he took some of the fruit and popped a few smaller ones in his mouth. Rolling his eyes a little he wondered how they could be so delicious before his attention was quickly diverted by Matvei...looking highly unappeased.
Before he could say even a word or sound Eluf had quickly excused himself under the stern glare of Matvei. Emereck was by no way shape or form enlightened by what was going on, so instead he leaned over Matvei's shoulder to gaze at him from the side. "Vat is going on, Matvei?" Clearly, Emereck did not understand; a worried look cast to the lord. "Are you in trouble?" It didn't appear that way, not from the many times he was glancing over; a motion which was mirrored by Matvei. A short and brief smile was given to Ixton, knowing the little fellow was probably trying to get some more pets out of him....which under any other circumstance would have succeeded; but this was of a little more importance. "I vas on my best behavior." Which was true, he didn't turn any women down nor did he fail at any kind of regal motion since well...he stood near perfectly still. What had gotten into him?
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 6:50 pm
Those piercing gem-like eyes stared right into Eluf's back even as the man continued to walk off. Who did he think he was coming over here and talking to Emereck so casual like? as if they were buddies! Pals! Huffing softly, giving a little 'hmph' to himself, Matvei puffed himself up a little bit in a sort of proud way... rather glad that the other man had bent under his will. However... feeling the warmth radiating from the large man looming over him, that red returned to the little lord's cheeks swiftly, causing him to frown even further. Crossing his arms, he chewed more at the fruit, as if taking out some of his annoyance on it, turning his nose up just a touch in the process from his companion's question... and follow up ones.
"Hardly. I simply thought he spent enough time talking with you... that's all." he stated as if it wasn't a big deal at all. Especially with how defensive he was being over his new body guard... Once Eluf was out of his sight, did he let his gaze slightly slip to the corners of his eyes to glance at Emereck... which was a mistake due to their close proximity, making him flustered all the more. Clearing his throat, he took a step forward, and bent a little at his waist to give a few pats and strokes to Ixton's head, "I certainly hope you behaved yourself. But he certainly was smiling quite a lot." one could almost think the young mister was pouting...! but surely not! What did he have to pout for?!
Righting himself, he smoothed out his coat, and finally turned to face Emereck, giving him an almost accusing look, "But.. you did seem to be enjoying yourself.." he slowly spoke, eyes narrowing just a touch. Acting oblivious as always, Ixton wiggled his way over to Emereck again, and weaved between the giant's legs, his sleek body pressing against the strong legs from time to time, bleating merrily, clearly playing a little game! He'd even peek up at the humans for some sort of praise or approval, before going back at it all over again!
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