It was all disorienting. What had brought him here? The long hours spent meandering aimlessly was but a distant memory. Now, he sat a few strides away from a rambunctious festival of an occasion he did not understand.

A man of honor, Kairyū resided as a living statue on the outskirts of the party. He had been blessed with an invitation to such an occasion, and to refuse would be unsavory—at least, in his eyes. Even more abhorrent however were the barbaric activities at play—he saw plenty of flirtatious exchanges, ones with ended with pairs sneaking away with an asinine attempt at subtlety. He knew what ensued when inebriated wolves intertwined themselves and left for solitude. He did not want to think about it.

Jaded eyes befell what seemed to be the most rowdy bunch of all—and the docile form of a woman who seemed much out of place. Wary eyes were alert, her posture seemed anything but disconcerted. Kairyū felt the innate impulse to approach her and lead her away from the fray—but simultaneously, it was none of his business.

Conflicted eyes remained gazing over her slender frame until eventually, he raised his head back up to the distance with an austere mien present in his stature.

Kairyū was idle for a few moments before he caught sight of her gaze now on him. An inviting smile, with a small wag of her tail. He dipped her head and rose onto her limbs, slowly descending from the crevasse and approaching to greet her.

You don't appear the most comfortable, here. His voice was a deep drawl. He placed himself back down on the ground and coiled his tail over his limbs. May I ask what is the matter? Ever chivalrous, he did his best to avoid prying into any business that he had no right to butt into. However, he was a sentinel at heart—he would be damned to hell before he would leave the vulnerable to suffer.

He turned towards the rowdy bunch—he didn't know who they were affiliated with, but he could only assume that they were all banded together. Kairyū's visage twisted into a grimace, finding it difficult to tolerate such such lack of civil mannerisms.

The sentinel's lips pursed, but he made no further comment. I understand. He rumbled, turning his head back away from the barbarians and towards the slender-bodied dame before him, heeding her introduction with attentive ears.

In response, the noble sire dipped his head. My name is Kaiyū, he responded, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Kai let a short silence elapse before he spoke again. The Saints, he parroted, are they the... he trailed off, attempting to find an appropriate word, ...obstreperous fellows over there? He turned to the group yet again. A band of rambling wolves, many with towering frames and massive bodies built on muscle. A typical pack of tyrannical freaks, from what he could observe.

He turned back to her yet again, taking one last observation of her demeanor. That group would be just about the last people he would expect her to be here with.

Skill: Guardian [1/5]

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The sire's lips pursed, silvern eyes narrowing towards the riotous pack. How intriguing, he noted, ...I will admit, my lady. They do not seem the type I see as 'pleasant' to be affiliated with. Rather far from... saint-like. Kairyū found great importance in remaining polite. Yet, this... would probably be considered extremely courteous to that lot.

He cleared his throat and turned back to the warm-coated dame before him. I will not question your reasons to remain with them. He reassured. That was, frankly, none of his business—and the last thing he wanted was to be a prying outsider.

Yet... the uncertainty and disquietude in her visage was undeniable. If you are in danger, tell me. I will not interfere unless you wish for me to do so, he paused, his eyes flickering to the Saints yet again, however, I will not stand by and ignore a woman in danger.

Skill: N/A

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A low rumble rang against the large sire's throat. He would not take action that would make the woman uncomfortable. It was not his duty to pry into the business of others. Very well, he agreed, I will not interfere where it is not my place to do so. The tall man dipped his head.

Silver eyes narrowed towards the Saints—his eyes took note of their mannerisms, their appearances... Ivandri didn't appear to be the only one who was meek and afraid among them.

...the thought was revolting as much as it was infuriating. Kairyū saw it as his god-given duty to protect those in need, and yet, he was rendered powerless.

A soft sigh left his nostrils before the noble turned back towards the younger woman. I find nightfall more pleasant in solitude, he changed to subject, his head turning to face the setting westward sun, I'll take a walk, way from the chaos. Would you like to join me? He rose, ignoring the tender ache in his hocks. The cold did nothing to help his old bones.