#/ i just thought it would be interesting for ahri to see the shittier parts of nightfolk land with loux

[astarab1aze]

starter / @vulpesse

A new face in a place it didn't belong. Too pretty.

To be fair, the Strychnine Theater wasn't much of a place for anyone else either, littered with garbage and the residue of crimes so flagrantly committed. Bastards gutting addicts, the sickly and forgotten dying in the halls, the whipcracks of elemental magic cratering already crumbling walls, new and old bloodstains scuffing up blackstone and aged linoleum, drug dealers slinging their merch, men and women alike selling themselves for even a chance at putting food on the table-- It was a train wreck so front-and-center, anyone new to the place would never be able to pick out gothic architecture and grander design that once was elegant and beautiful, clean and proper. Days long past anyway, to be sure, but a shame that so lofty a house would become a ruin infested with the uglyness the underground had to offer - there was more than just a shoddy list of what was happening right then, in that particular moment. It was a slow day in the first place - typical of a Tuesday.

He had his eyes trained on her, however, though it wasn't out of concern for her safety. Rather, amusement, entertained by the hardness of her brow and the curiosity flashing in her gaze; She was obvious, but she put on a certain air - either she was foolish and didn't know what she was getting herself into, or she had a bag of tricks and the power to back it all up. Odds were on the latter, such confidence in her step. It was only a matter of time before some lesser creature approached her, challenged her, harassed her; This place wasn't known for its mercy, let alone toward women, and while he was unprincipled and wildfire in shifter form, that was abhorrent enough on its own - enough to pry him from his seat at the table, draw away from a deal already made and make a bee-line straight for her before anyone else ever had a chance. A nuisance, or a good boy? He chuckled-

-warmly, on his apprach, hands kept visible, body language open and friendly. This ought to be strange to her in a place like this, but she wouldn't find any other friendly faces here. He stood tall, squared his shoulders, tilting his head at her as a suggestion - Come sit wit me, miss ma'am, or someone worse's gonna invade yer space. A knowing enough look, an invitation.