The fluttering around him reminds him of birds trying to flap and peck around a feeder and, had this been a different day - different hour of today - the mental image of crushing their bones would be more than just fleeting. As it stands, these people get a handful of him in ways they would have lost an arm for not long ago.
But what really seems to whip them into even more of a frenzy is that he acknowledges none of them. Not a single remark, not a jot of eye contact. It leaves them falling over each other to be the first to win his attention, something that starts to get difficult the moment he starts to move again, the crowd parting but only because the alternative is getting in his way.
It seems he has his sights fixed on making his own 'introductions' to the man of the hour. And nobody seems particularly surprised given the fact that people have been vying for Lord Enver Gortash's attention this evening as well. If the man in question does look up, he'll find the broad man cloaked in darkness and crimson, and wearing the face of a wolf, looking right at him, icy eyes filled with something incredibly specific. Almost recognisable, though slightly different.
His walk is confident but not overly hurried, smooth and powerful, without looking only like he's stalking prey. Instead he looks like a man with intentions to present himself to tonight's host, and whatever else might pass for acceptable behaviour here. The bar seems to be set very low.
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But what really seems to whip them into even more of a frenzy is that he acknowledges none of them. Not a single remark, not a jot of eye contact. It leaves them falling over each other to be the first to win his attention, something that starts to get difficult the moment he starts to move again, the crowd parting but only because the alternative is getting in his way.
It seems he has his sights fixed on making his own 'introductions' to the man of the hour. And nobody seems particularly surprised given the fact that people have been vying for Lord Enver Gortash's attention this evening as well. If the man in question does look up, he'll find the broad man cloaked in darkness and crimson, and wearing the face of a wolf, looking right at him, icy eyes filled with something incredibly specific. Almost recognisable, though slightly different.
His walk is confident but not overly hurried, smooth and powerful, without looking only like he's stalking prey. Instead he looks like a man with intentions to present himself to tonight's host, and whatever else might pass for acceptable behaviour here. The bar seems to be set very low.