Meeting new people

[Winter]

With his gaze centered on Astrea’s face, there was little that could take his attention away of such a wonderful sight. As she pronounced the words: “I don’t even know him”, he saw quite a big chance to conquer this astonishing female. As she hid under her hair, the temptation kept getting even stronger, still, he had in mind she was young and seemed to be fairly smart, a guy like him would only stagger her life. He’s confronted with this strong doubtful feeling about what he should do. He had to reply to her, of course, he wasn’t the kind of guy to just leave a person hanging and looking at him. Not wanting to be just another stranger on her life, he decides to make acquaintance of her: “Playing with the unknown are we? The name’s Winter… Would you gift me of yours?” – he asks courteously, awaiting for an honest answer. He maintains his mysterious and apparently impenetrable emotional defense, but somehow, falling into Aestra’s persona. The street was quite populated, people strolling from one way to the other and the mix of scents in the air was hard enough to distinguish. There is one single scent that refuses to leave his nostrils, this one, Maegon. As people go and come from every side, the aromas in the air tend to change, to perfumes to stench, but this single one, kept himself locked inside Winter. It was not long until our Kelvic here decided to scan the perimeter for someone he could identify with this scent. Attempting to stay in contact with Aestra but still attempt to find Maegon, Winter looks around for a few moments, eyeballing the rest of the zone. It was not long and he had taken sight of Maegon. After the time spent in the hunt and with his tracking abilities in ascension, he had finally found the individual he was looking for. He awaits a few moments and the man seems to not leave the surroundings, it appears that he’s waiting for something or someone, but this one gaze does not leave Winter. Troubled and suspicious by the thin man sight, he looks back to Maegon, narrowing his eyebrows. His index finger raises and points to the individual in the distance. Maegon should be still looking at Winter if he didn’t get distracted with anything of the surroundings. Upon getting Maegon’s attention, Winter opens his palm in the direction of him, laying this one horizontally. He motions to Maegon to come closer, deciding to interrogate him of his actions.

[Astrea Rose Griffin]

Astrea regained her normal calm composure as the red faded from her cheeks. She took in a small breath to steady her and become civilized. "I am Astrea Rose Griffin." She said in a calm soft voice that matched her golden appearance. Suddenly she saw that something else was occupying the mind of Winter as he glanced to the side and pointed in the direction of a building. She looked as well trying to find out what he was pointing at, but being a human she saw nothing significant over there other than a wall.

[Maegon]

A shiver runs down Maegon's spine. The guy just looked at him, didn't he? Dozens of people come and go, but the tall man's eyes stare straight at him. Maegon almost panics when the man points him a finger. Did he read minds or something? Probably not, he looked more of a fighter than a mage. Besides, Maegon would know if someone were using magic at that distance. The narrowed eyebrows didn't help, unless he was trying to frighten Maegon; in that case, it was definitely working. Then he waves a "come over here" with his hand, and Maegon feels ready to sprint with all he has in the opposite direction of the guy. On the other hand, the guy's apparent interest could be useful to get him as a companion. Maegon walks over, slowly and not very confidently, and engages the man. "You, uh, called?"

[Winter]

With an enormous ego and always overconfident of his abilities, Winter could pick anyone in the street and speak his mind to them without the slightest amount of fear. Still, he wasn’t mentally impaired, he knew to pick his fights. He drives his attention to Maegon, stepping in front of Aestra in a rather defensive stance to her. He eyes the man down: he seems a bit frail but with a lot of potential. People that usually didn’t care much about their physics usually were great scholars, of that, Winter was sure. He steps forward nearing the distance between Maegon. He lays one of his hands in the man shoulder, slightly attempting to inflict a controlled amount of strength in the junctions of his scapula and neck, it would certainly leave the muscle sore but, certainly wouldn’t make a normal person scream of pain. Winter wasn’t after all a mountain of muscle, he was indeed outfitted in the body of a hunter, one that is able to hunt both his physical prey and as well his emotional one. Still with his hand in Maegon’s shoulder, he brings him closer, somewhat gently. He then releases the grip he had, questioning the man. “I couldn’t let to notice you staring at me… Acquainted with Aestra, are we?” – he interrogates Maegon. As he speaks the female name, he retakes sight of her beauty, once again mesmerized by it.

[Astrea Rose Griffin]

Astrea watched what was going on and slightly understood what was going on. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "You have got to be joking." She said threading one of her hands through her long hair. She walked over towards the two boys and then got between them two and with one hand on each of their chests she put distance between them. "Calm down guys before you cause a ruckus." She said seemingly annoyed by this awkward situation.

[Malemar]

Malemar had remained silent for the duration of the time that the newcomer had been around. He stood, examining him, sizing him up, analyzing his words and his body language. The whole time he had wore a glare upon his face, that never faltered. He simply watched the man, making sure that he did nothing untoward. He was a strong man, although sometimes he had a tendency to over estimate his own strength, although he liked to think that he could look after others fairly well. Forsome unknown reason, he became fairly defensive of the girl, Astrea as she had named herself. He didn't appreciate the mans tone, he stood, arms crossed, still glaring. Eventually he decided to talk, he hadn't done so before as he didn't like speaking out in anger. He uttered the question he had been thinking of for a while. 'Why are you here, Kelvic?' He didn't much care for the mans name. He was always wary of other races, especially Kelvic, as unpredictable as they were. 'I also suggest that you alter your tone towards this lady. Keep your eyes where they belong.' At that, he stood, shifting his stance a little, half expectant of a punch to head his way. He glanced at Astrea, smiling a little. He looked back towards the Kelvic and saw that he had started to assert his presence upon another man. 'If you wish to start a fight with him, then you will have to start a fight with me, also. Speak with your muscles do you? They won't always keep you safe.'

[Winter]

Winter is abruptly interrupted by Malemar. The silent man voice is finally heard, this one with a contained amount of rage in its tone. Winter’s attention quickly shifts from Aestrea to Malemar, once again, his Alpha traces speak for themselves. He closes his fist near his left leg, preparing for a dazzling punch. Separated from Maegon and with only her in the way, he rethinks attacking the man, at least not with Aestrea in the middle, something told him not to do it; godly or not, this soft voice speaking onto his head should calm him. It could only be the only person that added him some good will, his mother. His fist is relieved of the tension the contracted muscles were causing, his hands open. Soon after this short moment of serenity, Winter realized the Knights wouldn’t even think twice to break the fight. They would after all, spend a warm, cozy night at the prison, if not, banished. Winter was certainly not looking for that, after all, it was one of his first days in the city and he was already starting to cause trouble. He should be more careful… His primal side always wins, though Winter takes hold of himself and does not rush to violence, he still feels threatened by Malemar’s actions. It is not long until he returns the threat sent by the man. “Keep my eyes where they belong? You are dead certain these eyes and fangs of mine would be deeply buried on that jugular of yours. I can already taste the fear running through your veins…” – he threatens the opposing male. He certainly wouldn’t strike the first hit as his canine instincts made him quickly aware that the Knights attention started to change in their direction.

[Astrea Rose Griffin]

Astrea watched becoming fairly uncomfortable. She realized that Winter would have no problem beating anyone who was hear. "Alright, stop." She ordered with a demanding tone. "This is getting way out of hand." She said stepping in-between all three of them. She glanced once at everyone with her golden hazel eyes. She really didn't like conflict and she hopped that doing this would stop the harsh words. "We don't want to get in trouble...not here and not now." She spoke in a more controlling tone then before hopefully to help calm everyone else down as well. "Now I have no idea why you feel it is necessary to use violence," She said this mainly to Winter, "but unless you want to sleep in jail tonight you will calm yourselves down and act civilized.”

[Rovan Dermane]

Rovan walked the streets in a sour mood and with a slight headache. He had just managed to gain a new client within city, but tutoring this customer's son in the fine arts of writing had proven to be a difficult and terribly irritating task. Rovan decided the youngster to be mentally disproportionate with his grown physics. The scholar approached the scene unknowingly, before spotting Winter and Malemar in a tense argument only few yards off. Rovan halted. Both of these figures seemed imposing and unpredictable, though the one of them looked a little more exotic - almost feral. With increasing interest, Rovan turned to face these individuals and saw that he was not the only audience. A boy and girl of young age seemed engaged in the situation as well. Perhaps here was someone of worthy mettle, though from what he had seen in the city, they were more likely to be simple bullies. Rovan connected his fingertips infront of him as he regarded them, awaiting their actions at a relatively safe distance.

[Malemar]

Malemar began to think that maybe he had chosen his words wrongly, the Kelvic in front of him seemingly ready for a fight. He began to rethink the situation, intending not to aggravate the man further, but he wouldn't stand down. He refused to let himself feel intimidated or belittled by bullies, even if they had enough muscle to do so. He changed his stance a little to one slightly less aggressive, yet his muscles still tensed all over. "I will not be goaded into making the first move if that is what you are after." He shot a glance at Astrea again and realised they were both trying to impress her. It was foolish, he realised now. "No need to prove your strength here. I'm sure that none of us doubt it." He still tensed, but this time wore a more friendly expression than he had done previously.