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[amannomore]

Hm.

To those of you who have encountered the porcupine, I must ask that you treat her well and take care not to upset her. Any injury or distress that comes her way will result in a visit from me.

[His voice is low, serious and a little dry.]

New arrivals, I am Duran. As one of the staff of this Keep, it is my duty to ensure you are able to protect yourself should harm come your way. If any of you are capable of combat, let me know. If any wish to learn, I am willing to teach.

[Duran pauses.]

You need only ask.

[That said, he continues his wandering the Keep, walking the halls at a leisurely pace and keeping to the dark more often than not. It's a nice night out, so feel free to go for a stroll and bump into him!]

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[That single word made her more nervous than she was already.]

I believe it was the approach. Silent and direct after I had called out that put me on edge.

[And you are clearly not helping putting any of her preconceptions at ease.]

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[amannomore.livejournal.com]

Hm.

You called, I came. Do forgive the lack of sound. Next time I approach I will be sure to call out first.

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[The tense lines in her shoulder relaxed bit by bit. He was different from the shifters she knew, they would find a weakness and exploit it.]

Thank you very kindly for that accommodation, sir.

[Curiosity gave her boldness where confidence did not.]

If you please, my name is Isabella. How may I address you, sir?

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[amannomore.livejournal.com]

[His attention shifts to her wings.]

I know who you are.

[He knows quite a lot, actually.]

You may call me Duran. I am the Sword-Master, the... guard of Holloway's Keep.

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[Those same said wings twitch unconsciously under his gaze. If they had not been completely drenched, every feather would have been standing on end. ]

...

[Well that does not bode well.]

Um, good evening then to you, sir Duran.

[She curtsies, the first time taking her eyes off of him since he decided to stalk out from the shadows. At least he was staff. That was good... right? Hopefully.]

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[amannomore.livejournal.com]

[Duran bows in response and lets her go. He watches a moment and should Isabella look away, when she looks back, both man and wolf will be gone.]

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She shifts from foot to foot and her wings half-bate, like an unsure hawk. She stands there, unwilling to give him her back. ]

I apologize sir, if I have disturbed you in your duty at all.

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[amannomore.livejournal.com]

[A voice from behind her. If she turns, she'll find Duran pauses as though he were walking away.]

You have not. If there is anything I can aid you with, do not hesitate to ask.

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[There is an undignified, if perfectly pitched, yelp from Isabella at the sound of Duran's voice BEHIND her. She twists like a startled cat and sees that the Guard was clearly walking away.]

Y-yesthank you, ssir.

[Isabella does not hesitate in her retreat any longer and attempting to keep Duran in her sights she beelines for the nearest door with haste. She is not flat out running, but walking very quickly, with a purpose.]