[center] [b] [u] Acacia Malikov [/u]
Grand Hall [/b] [/center]

Koshmarik raised from his laying position, Acacia apparently too busy looking at the masked stranger ahead of her didn't notice this change. As the stranger approached he’d lower his head, it was visible that his neck, shoulders and hips were in an even line now. He seemingly emitted a light rumble that lasted a few seconds. It was a warning of distance. His paws firmly splayed where they were, chest heaving to a fro with each breath, ears twitching partially though remaining glued on the feminine figure before him. He’d keep amber eyes not moving from her movements as he made little of his own movements other than a step forward.

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Acacia eventually looked down to her left where Koshmarik was facing off in a different direction. Ignoring the words previously from the person so near speaking to herself, she lightly stepped with the [i] clack, clack [/i] of her heels in her movements. Pale ice orbs glancing towards the figure ahead of her, dark onyx hair sat loosely over her shoulders, the dark dress that surrounded her form was elegant, but, her appearance drew Acacia’s eyes up to her face. The piercing silvery blue hues caught hers as she’d raise her sights. 

Upon hearing the woman speak she’d nodded partially, “How can I help you?” is all she’d asked, the tone light and kind yet sprinkled with the naturally heavy accent, she didn't know who she was, but, from the looks of it she was probably more powerful than anyone else currently surrounding her. Even after speaking her gaze didn't budge, she was too busy looking at the unnatural looking eyes, they were like stars trapped in small orbs. 

She knew there was something rather different about this situation she didn't know whether to trust, though she didn't seem to move away even though she felt like it.

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As Koshmarik watched the pair’s interactions he’d remain where he was, he wasn't as drawn in by appearance’s … then again, he was a dog after all. He allowed a fleshy pink ribbon to emerge from the dark cavern baring ivory white daggers. It slid up and over his nose leaving the sheen of a glisten upon it before running down he prickled upper lip on the left. He attempted to take another step forward, loose leash allowing him to do so as the velvet panels of his nasal cavities drew in and out capturing the scents coating the seemingly cold human. As he done so he’d step back shoulder drawing in line with Acacia’s leg as he’d lower his head again. 

There was something wrong with this confrontation and he wasn't sure what it was, she was different. He remained silent bar the second sounding of a light rumble.