[center][b]Acacia Malikov[/b][/center]

Turned to face the man who’d bumped into her, he seemed off centered and was coated in the thick stench of alcoholic beverages. “[i]Magnificent eh? Quite mistaken, love. You must be new…Such a shame.[/i]” he spoke directly to her, obviously having overheard her comment. She watched as his arm rose and hand dug within a compartment within his jacket, the colors resembling that of her own dress in its emerald tone.

Receiving offering from the man to sip his drink she shook her head. Hand coiled tightly around the leather in her hand, “[i]Nice pet.[/i]” he seemingly smirked as he watched her. 

“[b]Thank you, but no thank you, could you please step back.[/b]” She spoke heavily, replying both to his offering and the fact he stood so near, with the dense Neo Russian accent tainting her words. She herself tried to step back somewhat, [i]you must be new…such a shame[/i] she thought to herself what he’d said trying to figure it out silently. Her lively jade eyes looking from the man to Anna not too far off before lightly shifting back again.

She was visibly uncertain of the man so close, but as she moved the canine beside her had other ideas and hardly budged from his position. 

“[b]He isn’t so trusting sir, please step back.[/b]” She pulled the leash slightly, the heavy nearly 50 kg form on the other end hardly budging at the action as he seemed to stare at the off man with light accompanying vocals.

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[center][b]Koshmarik[/b][/center]

Had suddenly raised his head and tugged his lips back when a drunken man stumbled into his mistress. Pale tanned curtains, now baring the ivory white daggers hidden within, fleshy pink sitting crookedly behind the fangs and vocals rubbed constricting emitting a deep almost unnatural rumble.

Amber eyes heavy as he allowed his tongue to draw over the length of his maw. Naturally docked tail high and stiff as his ears alerted heavily, the points aimed at the man who offered his burning drink to his human. There was something off about the man; he didn't like the feeling one bit, his voice, his posture and the idea he was drinking.

He created tension on the leash as his mistress moved herself back and he merely stood staring, the rumbling in his chest low and confirming distrust, he bore warning that he was uncomfortable with the man so near. 

Harsh eyes of set thought didn't budge from the face of the stranger dressed in emerald. Mask covering a majority of his appearance.