[Viggo Grimborn]

VIGGO GRIMBORN "Check mate." Viggo had heard much about the woman who ran Outcast island, since some of his men came from there, hired out from the leader of the Outcasts. Other buisness had been done on occasion, but always via letters rather than what he was planning now. He had wrote the woman a week before arival, in case his ship landing wouldn't be welcome. Upon recieving no responce he went with plan, bringing cargo in case Noxy would need prompting to do further buisness.  Without his dragon in tow, or sword on his waist, he walked himself up and into Outcast territory, arms crossed behind his back as he walked in a dignified manner towards where he had told the woman he would like to meet her.

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[Noxaura]

She had been waiting excitedly for her new company to arrive, them having been a very valuable asset to her people. Finally she had seemed to find someone as pure as herself, even if she knew they didn't eat the pure foods she normally did but she felt that could be rectified. Instead she laid in wait, wanting to gauge this Viggo for herself before making any obsessive behavior known. The call for her from the watchmen had certainly caused excitement to bubble up within her chest. Finally they had arrived! She made it down to the front steps of the main hall, her outfit showing her gracefulness as well as the hidden dangers she could hold. A soft white dress with gold trim was dawned, the fabric thin and flowed around her frame like water. Her hair was down and her bangs pulled back with a bouquet of dragon claws and teeth, a hidden blade snuck in among them. To anyone without the knowledge of said blade it looked like a simple hairpin decorated unusually, the blade no where in sight. Her feet bore simple gold sandals, the threads from them winding all the way up her calves. Golden waves of hair fell around her face and her lips were dawned in a fresh pink hue. Aurora colored eyes held glints of mischief and excitement within their normally cold expression. She opened the doors, gold snake bracelets winding around her forearms to reveal her guest. Of course she had dressed up for the occasion, after all it was rare that they received visitors. The inside was of course fit with a feast, several corpses having been prepared for consumption. She spoke to her guest, honeyed words flowing out past a painted smile. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you Viggo, I am Noxaura Chieftess of the Outcasts. Come inside, we have a feast prepared for your arrival." She walked inside like a goddess of death, her steps light and sure. She took her place at her throne, decorated with depictions of war and bloodshed. It was lovingly splashed with dried blood and made of a dark colored steel, the appearance of spires and screaming ghouls surrounded the base and just above it the head of Alvin hung. She smiled and gestured out to the chair besides her throne for guests. It was a silver chair looking almost like a delicate winter scene with hints of those suffering from frostbite woven in. Her legs crossed themselves, golden skin shimmering beneath the torchlight. "Its a pleasure to have you here at Outcast Island, I take it you found some more interesting prey for us to play with?" Her smile was that of the cat that caught the canary, full happy to have the man in her domain for the time being.

Oh how they scream filling my dreams Those shadows creep, watching you sleep Oh how you bleed, out what they feed

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[Viggo Grimborn]

VIGGO GRIMBORN "Check mate." Viggo was surprised by the beauty of the woman before him, almost suspicious if this was actually Noxaura. Of course when she introduced herself it was clarified. He spoke back his greeting with a warm smile, a smile as genuine as a one could be for a man who knew he was walking into the home of a dangerous woman, and a man that was aware he was about to become a cannibal.  "The pleasure is all mine." He said with a slight bow of his body, glancing to the head of a man piked in the room, "You have quite a lovely and unique form of decoration here. I take it many rumors about you are true, but I haven't heard of what you looked like yourself." He dared to compliment the woman, seeing no harm in it- as he was t seeking anything from this woman aside form buisness and opportunity. "You are stunningly beautiful, I imagine the only thing to match your goddess looks would be your skills, no?" He took his seat and answered, "I've heard you enjoy a certain game while hunting. I have a few fine men who think they'll be hunting later... my trapper should be informing them of the position change when you are ready for your fun, mad'am." He smiled brighter, hands placed on the arm rests of the throne as he held the woman's gaze steadily, "Among the men to hunt I've brought dragons to fight, and marchendice made from the defeated dragons of previous shows. Have you ever worn a pair of sand wraith gloves?" He asked with a raised brow, tilting his head with a growing smirk, "Easy to color and soft to the touch for a dragon you'd expect to feel... sandy."

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[Noxaura]

She smiled and watched the man with curious eyes, trailing her sight down the scars that clawed their way down his neck. What did they feel like? She wanted to run her hand down them, after all her body was free of scars. She would never allow something like that taint her golden skin but it certainly was interesting to see. He was one of elegance much like her self, his speech seemingly poised in their manner and that made for a soft smile to come across her glossy lips. His compliments certainly weren't harming anything, instead it made her smile grow and her eyes hold a playful glint. For once someone was seemingly accepting of her way of life, no need for explanations on true purity and on how mounting her enemies head was a symbol of power. A soft giggle escaped her lips as she lounged within her throne, looking much like a cat that had laid itself out in a warm sunny spot. Her legs were crossed, the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination, one hand holding up her head and the other upon the thrones armrest. "I have not yet lost a battle nor have I ever shed my own blood." She smiled, her eyes turning cold with bloodlust at the thought of taking down her enemies. She grinned and giggled at the mans plans. Oh he was a clever one alright, funny too, he could be considered attractive with how mature he looked. She trailed her eyes along his body, taking in both his words, his posture, his appearance, his tone. Oh yes, he would work wonderfully and would be hers no matter what. She gave a small lick to her lips and spoke, honeyed words flowing out like a sweet poison. "I appreciate your dedication towards your allies, I'm excited for our little game later. I trust you are attending? As for sand wraith gloves I can't say I've ever worn them, perhaps you care to dress my hands with them?" Her eyes glittered with promise, the promise of what she could offer him. A place of operations, a way to store his goods as well as a territory to help rule. Perhaps even a wife and an heir to his name if she felt as though he was worthy of siring a child from her. After all, she had not yet had an obsession that had sired. This one held promise however, and she was excited to see where this particular road would lead.

Oh how they scream filling my dreams Those shadows creep, watching you sleep Oh how you bleed, out what they feed

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