Not far from the ivory-haired Midlander stood the sandy-headed Seeker. In fact, he was but a mere five feet from her current position. The Miqo'te was a stark contrast to her, wearing dark browned leathers that sported several rips and tears in both the fabric and the stitching that held it all together. He wore no jewelry. Instead, smudges of dirt, dust, and a light bruise or two adorned his form. Quite possibly the most noticeable thing about this Miqo'te is that he looked absolutely, utterly, terribly bored.
His tail, colored the same sandy-blonde as his hair, flicked back and forth behind him at a quickened pace. His arms were drawn across his chest, fingers tapping lightly over the worn leather along either bicep. His eyes were only half open, the skin just barely covering bi-colored eyes; the left golden, the right a pale blue with a scar bisecting from top to bottom. The majority of the Seeker's weight rest along his right leg and, with this slouched posture, it was hard to tell exactly which one of the two was taller.Â
The blaring heat obviously didn't help things, though the few droplets of sweat that beaded down his forehead and fell from his brow did very little to bring him to attention. Despite his rather annoyed or tired disposition, two fluffy ears remained ever perked toward the sky and constantly satellite dished about as if attempting to hear that which was around him. On very rare occasions, he could be spotted glancing back to peer at the Ul'dan merchant and offer a scowl of disapproval.
His tail, colored the same sandy-blonde as his hair, flicked back and forth behind him at a quickened pace. His arms were drawn across his chest, fingers tapping lightly over the worn leather along either bicep. His eyes were only half open, the skin just barely covering bi-colored eyes; the left golden, the right a pale blue with a scar bisecting from top to bottom. The majority of the Seeker's weight rest along his right leg and, with this slouched posture, it was hard to tell exactly which one of the two was taller.Â
The blaring heat obviously didn't help things, though the few droplets of sweat that beaded down his forehead and fell from his brow did very little to bring him to attention. Despite his rather annoyed or tired disposition, two fluffy ears remained ever perked toward the sky and constantly satellite dished about as if attempting to hear that which was around him. On very rare occasions, he could be spotted glancing back to peer at the Ul'dan merchant and offer a scowl of disapproval.
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