[center] [b] [u] Acacia Malikov [/u] Grand Hall [/b] [/center] Stood seemingly stiff as she’d listen to the feminine figure ahead of her, pale eyes looking her over as she’d waited for a reply to her simple question. “[i] You cannot. [/i]” is all she got in response, her head tilting slightly as she’d seemingly look behind her when the glance of the stranger cast to Lance. “[i]Did no one ever tell you it’s rude to stare?[/i]” an obnoxiously sounding tone emerged with the words from the woman and she’d look back in her direction as she’d begin to head off without waiting for a response. Her body relaxed slightly to the eye, a simple sigh of relief emerged when the woman headed up the stairs. --- The light rumble below Acacia’s sights emerged as Koshmarik raised his head high; ears anchored forwards and docked tail raised high. His chest puffed heavily with his breathing as he’d stand firmly by the girl in the blood red gowns side. Dark amber eyes set on the person ahead of him who’d suddenly dropped to his level and began to babble on “[I] Hello! – Are these your humans, canine friend? [/i]” words he seemingly didn’t understand, yet she continued “[i] Am Nellia and I don’t consider myself turtlish in case you wondered. [/i]”. Fur bristled on his back and neck like that of a hedgehog he’d let the tan lining of his lip wrinkle, ivory whites baring as he’d watch her. When she suddenly stood his eyes followed closely. This was until another of different gender “[i]Ooh it’s a little doggy. I love dogs. He seems so friendly. [/i]” was all he’d heard as he turned to set his sights upon a hand elongating to touch him. Without even a small warning he’d try to grab at the fingers his vocals growing louder as he’d huff and dew back his flues further. All his k-9’s bared as he tried to warn the humans to back off. “[i] Mean little bugger isn't he? Grrr. Grrr. Ruff. [/i]” the man continued his unusual words and at the mimicking tones he’d snap at the air with the heavily pointed maw full of daggers. Almost like thunder as they smashed together with seemingly great force, he’d pull at the leash slightly, accompanying the clashing jaws a bulky bark emitted echoing through the seemingly crowded hall. He grew anxious and unnerved by the number of forms surrounding his human and was beginning to show it. --- Acacia had looked down as a person of yet again feminine silhouette, the elegant long white gown crumpled over her legs as she’d crouched in front of Koshmarik without first confronting she herself. Her face fully covered as she spoke lightly and introduced herself to the unnerved dog and without seemingly great interest in those around till she’d finished speaking and rose again. As soon as she focused on the lot Acacia reached to lightly touch the canines head with the light voice emerging herself “Do you mind taking a step back miss, he’s not too people friendly.” The Russian accent clung like always it coated the words like icing on a cupcake; the soothing tone caught the Dobermans attention for only a brief period. This was before a male approached Lance and suddenly dropped as the woman had to see the dog except after intruding himself to the other man. Koshmariks fur bristled heavily in defensiveness and he’d emitted the constant growling tones that warned people, to keep distance, but a hand reached out and the dog couldn't hold himself back from trying to grab them. Suddenly turning Acacia grabbed at the chains around the canines neck to hold him back as he snapped again at the air with a deep reverberating bark. She couldn't even get out words as she’d begin to head off to a secluded corner if possible. Eyes on the man the canine had tried to get at and the others in reaching distance. Her heels clacked lightly with her movements and her gown almost tripping her as she’d stumble with a heels point catching its base. She only just managed to catch herself as she removed the canine from the situation as far as she could and lowered herself to a kneeling position. Both hands grabbing around his neck as she tried to get him to focus on her while she spoke softly in a foreign language. “Tishe, sosredotochit’sya seychas Koshmarki, sosredotochit’sya …. Vizhu, vy khorosho seychas, nikto vas ne tronet.” She rubbed around his neck towards his ears lightly as she spoke, the words supple in articulation and densely caked as always with her home intonation. She lost focus on those in the room and entered her own world with the canine staring point blank at her if anyone tried to speak to her she may have snapped out of what seemed like a trance or maybe she'd continue to lightly speak only to him and not notice those near.