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Lizbeth lifts an eyebrow and has to admit to be in front of a very handsome human.
"I don't do this normally, do not get me wrong, but I have to tell you that you're a very handsome man, and beyond that you seem very well educated. It's a pleasure, sir"
She smiles, that shy and mostly reserved doe simply couldn't do else, jumping over her own shadow.

"Hm, not often that ya happen upon a gentle soul like yours in these parts." One side of Randle's muzzle curled up into a friendly smile, hardly visible from the distance he kept to prevent Lizbeth from getting spooked. "Seen my fair share of exotic Ferae, but I can't say that I've ever come across someone like you before. Suppose ya are a, uhh.. a deer, am I right?" During his visits to the Non-Human Embassy that his friend Cris had founded, he'd come across beastfolk that embodied other animals than those belonging to the clade of predators and pangolins, and depending on how much they knew about the Earthly ecosystem, they'd either treated him with caution, or outright paranoia. Randle's form was already quite unnerving for most mortals to look at, but as it turned out, deer were actually prey animal on Earth, and many anthros he met took that to heart. Lizbeth didn't seem the type to hold those kinds of prejudices. ⠀⠀⠀"And quite the eye for bling, now don'tcha? Quite the snazzy bracelet ya got there. Suits ya well." It brought a tension into the air that made Randle's insides stir. No doubt that it was infused with some sort of local magick. What would a humble dame like Lizbeth even use it for? Perhaps there was more to the timid white-tail than met the eye..

Styrmir stared, his wild black eyes fixed on the other as his fins fan out slightly.
He recoils. Seemingly distressed at the site of them. Unsure if they are creature or alien. Styrmir didn't understand their mechanical nature, seeing it as some form of black magic.

Styrmir is clearly unsettled and concerned of Randle, their first impression of them already not looking to good on looks alone.

Malekai blinks and chuckles quietly, "Well... safe to say I've never had a merfolk-type patient." Flashing a double set of fang-like canines, uppers longer, serrated and slightly sharper than lowers but all in all a friendly grin, even despite the wickedness of the fangs. Glittering emerald-jade eyes have an almost soft glow as he looks over the clipboard in his hand. "So... what are you here for?"

first impression: just another patient in the clinic, it seems.

"BUGAWK!" Kiyo clucked fearfully because crane spirits can do that "What the- Uh, Hello! Y-you seem quite t-the gentleman. Uhm, I already have a boyfriend so..."

Kiyo suddenly morphed from a puff of smoke, revealing her true form of a humanoid crane with winged arms.

"Whoops... now you know I'm not human" She paused "-which means you won't do the 'I'm gonna suck yer blood bleh bleh bleh'! Thing"

Kiyo then realized she just uttered an offensive vampiric stereotype. The
Narrator is losing it.

"OKAY BRO, THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" She said before going "BUGAWK!" once more.

All the Narrator can say to this bird yokai is "good luck, sucker"

((Yes, I often do fourth wall breaks in non-serious RP's and Forum Games ))

"I knew you were going to be good for my son" he said smiling

"Definitely a swordsmith I could envision in Middle-earth in the 2nd Age."

Jasmine looked concerned. Hitchhiking was the same was wagon hopping, yes? Did the man know how dangerous it was? She shivered at the stories that popped up in her head. It was always quite horrifying when she heard that an innocent person wagon hopped and ended up as a victim to a horrible crime. Of course, her father always turned a blind eye to those sort of things, even going as far as to say that the actions of peasants didn’t involve him. She didn’t share such sentiment.

Her fingers toyed with the layers of her dress and she sank down in her seat. Jasmine was quiet for a second as she thought. “Well, you seem to have a pleasant soul, so I do not mind sharing some of my wealth with you. Make sure to not waste it. You can buy food, a couple nights to stay, and even an appropriate carriage.”

She pulled off one of her rings and passed it to him. The band was gold and the gem itself was ruby. “Do not flaunt it. It will get stolen from you. I hope you have a wonderful day and I pray that the goddess keeps you in her warm embrace.”

Marlowe golden eyes meet the woman with red hair. He seemingly stared down at her with some look of trouble.
A heavy gruff sigh would escape him, "you seem quiet naive to me, with dreams of adventures. Given your rich heritage, you'd choose a life of risk over safety and comfort. The world might break you with these dreams you hold."
She honestly reminds him of his long passed wife, it seems to bother him all the more.

Sorrow pangs struck his heart. He lowered his eyes and sighed. "You remind me of my fallen brother Wulvenreign. The way you carry yourself. Your vestments. Even your hair. You are stronger than you think"

He ran his fingers through his golden locks to push them out of his face "You strike me as someone who would crush a planet to protect even the weakest of your people"

She clapped her gloved hands together "Highly impressed" she smiled lightly "I do wonder if the dragon can be lulled by music like any other" she titled her head with a light smirk. "just curious."

The all-mighty vampire overlord looked around, his vampire eyes were the abode of everlasting darkness and the vermilion glow of his irises was the heart of this abyssal darkness within his eyes, the very time and space had stopped functioning normally around him. He has been wandering the world to fo countless years now to learn more about this new world he had woken up into from his centuries-old torpor.

--- He could see beautiful darkness in Black Orchid, a wonderful and fair darkness in which she was ready to blossom and venture out and experience life with the aid of the darkness within her.

With a narrowness to her brightly coloured eyes, Ishani let out a huff before adjusting the waist band of her white sari, her gaze leaving his for a mere moment before settling back onto the vampire before her. "I suppose a blood thirsty being like you is... charming. Yet you are part of a darkness that I shall never oblige myself to."

Looking down at the woman, he rubbed the back of his head. "Hmm, well. At first glance I'm not quiet sure. You seem lovely and you'd look like a nice person. I doubt you've picked up a great sword or a shield and delt with the hardships of war." Gale smiled before putting both hands on his armored hips.
"But I do believe you've seen your days of horror and hardship. I'd bet you are a much stronger person now than before and grateful for the life you have."

"Ohh.... you look like someone I read described in a book. That is a serious beard!"

"Blonde like me!"

She looks to be one who hails from far northern reaches.

"A fierce warrior. Toughened by battle, but not too far consumed by bloodlust. Forge onward."

"You are a man of honor and valor. One I would gladly draw weapons alongside"

His magenta eyes looked up at the armor-clad man in awe. "I'm sure there will be many songs about you in the future! Your bravery and grit will make you a legend!"