A Wolf Within

"Betrayal, loss, pain... None of that means anything to me. Whatever happened, happened. Crying about it doesn't change anything. Rely on people and that gets you killed." ~Ex-Member of the Dark Brotherhood ~Werewolf Skyrim RP blog

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Not sorry. 

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The last one though

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Great. Just great.

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Don't you mean grate

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          She has a vagrant by the scruff of the neck ( a thief, with the gifts she is           bringing home to her children wrapped up in his palms )   —  Aqua hues           glancing up towards the newcomer in the room.

"Apologies—” she says with a small grin, never letting go of her captive, no matter how he writhes and whines under her grip. Voice, ever so pleasant and unassuming —  ”Can I help you?”

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     It is obvious that by the silence and stillness of the Argonian, she hadn't done anything to stop the ruckus. That is what Soliene was there to do, whenever the other Argonian wasn't around.

"Either explain yourself or take your violence elsewhere." Being straight to the point was always the way she took care of things, and if trouble brewed, she'd face it. The Nord did recognize the man, one she'd often seen around Riften, even at the Inn, but not the woman.

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A Wolf Within - A Skyrim Roleplay Blog

    An Ex-Assassin of The Dark Brotherhood :: A Werewolf :: A Hunter

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Drunks weren't something rare to Soliene. In fact, she had seen them so often that she became very nonchalant to them. This one was much more helpless and muddy than she had seen in a while.

"Is the world more comfortable down there?" It was sarcasm in form of words. She did pity the citizen, just indifferent to the very familiar scene.

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Upon hearing noises and crashing from the quiet Inn below, the Nord couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Leaving the late night shift to Keerava, it didn't seem to be much of a problem as there weren't many people at the Bee and Barb. 

As Soliene made her way down, she asked, "What on Nirn is going on?"

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(Hiatus status)

~Just so you guys know, I haven't disappeared. I'm still around, just extremely busy with studies and all and I just haven't found a muse to do any writing. This week will be a bit busy and the first half of next week, but after that, I'm all free for a good long while so it should be better by then. I guess it's sort of like a semi-hiatus and, considering I've already posted one of those before, it hasn't really changed. I'll be back full on next week though, and if my muse comes with me, I'll write up everything I owe.

Though, this absence makes it hard for me to remember who and what I owe, so just like this post or message me, even if I may already know -- just remind me.

(As I've already posted an on-off hiatus thing before, this is kind of a notice or update thing)

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~Out of Snow~ I was going to try and finish up all asks and stuff and then get to drafts but that’s not gonna happen. My muse just completely crashed right now and for the rest of the night I’m going to just kinda stalk and do some other things. I’m still going to be around and stuff, but I’m not in the greatest mood for writing.

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"You can trust me."

Soliene let out a heavy sigh, staring at the elf sternly. She still held out her dagger in defense as she spoke with a clear voice. "No, see I can't. That's the one thing I don't just give out, trust. And you haven't earned it from me."

If she had been just another Skyrim local to suddenly come to her room, she would have been less skeptical towards her, but this wasn't a normal elf -- at least not one she had seen before. "I don't know who-- or what, you are, much less what you're doing here and what you want from me. What on Nirn makes you think I won't kill you? Tell me what you want, now."

Having just woken up from a restless and sweaty sleep, the woman was not exactly in the right mind of being the slightest bit merciful. Even if she wasn't exhausted, her dagger would be in her hand, yet her words wouldn't have been so harsh. It was a bit suspicious though, a sudden visit to her room while she slept -- had she not locked the door?

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"I’m not cut out for this."

"Don’t tell me you’re backing out now," Soliene warned, "I did not come all this way, and did not count on you, just to have you fall back when it matters. I can do this and so can you, but neither of us alone. So let’s go.”

Of course Soliene wasn’t much for a motivator, but even trying to do so was saying something. She could care less about whether a person did something or not, unless it affected her. It was selfish on her part, but she had a right to be. Always doing things for others managed to take things from her, and so the Nord made it a goal not to let anyone take advantage of her or in any way bring negativity to her life after being in it.

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A Foreign Home (awolfwithin | withpureheart)

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   A reaction or response rather was little to none, it had hit her that the woman before her was playing no games. This had to be Red though, her best friend for so many years. She looked exactly like her, unless she had a twin that Snow knew nothing about; oh, that was ridiculous.

   She had sighed at the question about her own name, for now ignoring it, “This is no trap nor con, you’re in a place called the Enchanted Forest.” She swallowed, brows furrowed tight. Felt strange she had to explain this to a woman she thought she knew. Maybe her memory was taken away and replaced with anothers?

    She was lost of ideas, but she needed to figure this out.

   “You look exactly like a woman who lives here, and my best friend. Her name is Red, I mean you look exactly like her. Dress like her.” She nudged her head towards the woman, finger extended to point to the red cloak, “Even that, she wore to protect herself. I don’t understand what’s going on, but I’m just confused as you.”

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   When the woman in front of her tried to explain what Soliene was to her, the Nord lost it. She sighed heavily and turned away for a moment, shaking her head at the thoughts. When Soliene looked back at Snow, she denied it all.

   "Snow-White? Red?" As if some piece of her subconscious was still alive, some memory of something she knew or heard of in her life as Red, it rang out in her next few words, "What, now you're going to tell me that there's some mythical fairy named Blue next? I am not from here, I don't even know any Enchanted Forests! And this?" Her hands traveled to the clasps of her red hood, immediately taking it off. "This isn't mine."

   It was an obvious mistake. Her body wasn't used to the shifting it would take in the Enchanted Forest, she didn't know about this new wolf that was in her, and when time came, she wouldn't have been able to control it as well as she thought.

   Standing there, defenseless, Soliene could only stare at the woman who so desperately tried to get her to understand. The Nord decided to humor the idea. "Alright, I'll bite. Say what you're telling me is true, say my memories really aren't what they're supposed to be," even Soliene wasn't catching her own pitch, "What can we do to figure it out?"

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"Not that one, the other one!"

Nor lets out a slightly irritated grumble. “I told you, you have to be more specific. I don’t know one bloody thing from another with this stuff.”

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Nor lets out a tired sigh, setting down the tray with a last few empty tankards on a nearby empty table. “You assume that just because I have an…occupation, that I would not have had practice doing such a thing.” The Argonian gives a soft shrug. “I prefer to study my targets before I go after them. And bartenders are much less likely to continue sending irritated glares in your direction if you are helping manage the crowd instead of taking up a table with a single bottle of mead for hours on end. Not to mention it is easier to hear gossip from within said crowds instead of off to the side, especially when people tend to just offer things right up to the person serving them a drink.”

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After all he had told her, the first reaction to escape her was a knowing chuckle. She folded her arms and leaned against the wall for a moment while they spoke. "Still quite the assassin, I see," She whispered, making sure not to be heard. "So you show up, we talk, eventually you help around but only for sweet rolls, and you take that time to stalk some of my best customers," She summarized, wondering what to make of it, but it wasn't in her mind for long as she spotted Keerava back at the bar, setting out a tray.

"Your prize is waiting for you," Soliene chuckled, just observing the Argonian. Whether she wanted it or not, she had made a friend in him once again -- at least she saw him as a friend. For someone who tends to avoid any and all friendship and personal bonds, Soliene wouldn't admit that she could easily remember why she trusted Nor in the first place. Making fun of him time to time, especially with the nickname -- it was still a hint of a bond being formed, no matter how weak or strong it was.

"Go on, Gecko, you deserve it," Soliene motioned him towards the tray of sweetrolls that Keerava had made.

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Fourteen Sketchy Lines

1. "Don't ask questions."

2. "You don't want to do that."

3. "This isn't what you think it is."

4. "That wasn't me."

5. "Please tell me that's you..."

6. "Is that supposed to do that?"

7. "Do you hear/smell/feel/see/taste that?"

8. "I don't think this is right."

9. "Are you sure about this?"

10. "I don't think we're allowed in here."

11. "This doesn't seem safe."

12. "Have you been going through my items..?"

13. "This isn't where I left this."

14. "I know what I'm doing."

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"Layers" Character Meme

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LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Soliene (Has discarded her last name to leave it in the past)

Eye Color: Pale blue

Hair Style/Color(Fur): Long, black hair that flows lower than halfway down her back.

Height: 5'8", 176cm

Clothing Style: Anything comfortable, but tight enough to not get pulled or get in the way. She never wears skirts or dresses, always pants and a shirt, or proper light armor. It mostly depends on the situation.

Best Physical Feature: Her eyes, being extremely pale, contrast with her skin and hair.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears:  Getting close to anyone just to lose them in the worst way.

Guilty Pleasure:  Hunting bandits in her werewolf form. 

Biggest Pet Peeve[s]:  People who ask too many questions, or personal ones.

Ambition for the Future: To have come to terms with her past, or to at least have found comfort once again.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

 First Thoughts Waking Up: Time to get ready and get moving. She never likes to slack around without reason.

What They Think About the Most: The past and losing everyone she had cared for.

What They Think About Before Bed: Her little brother and Rognarr, what happened to them, and how she never feels like she truly has avenged them.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is:  The fact that she and the wolf inside her are one -- her Lycanthropy.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Although she prefers not to get too close to anyone, if she had to pick, one would be better than a crowd.

To be Loved or Respected: Respected. That way, at least all she loses is respect and she doesn't have to let another loved one go.

Beauty or Brains:  "Brains. What good is a beautiful or handsome person if they can't think for themselves or don't have any logic?"

Dogs or Cats: "Dogs of course. It'd be strange for me to pick cats, I'm no Khajiit."

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: "If I have to in order to protect myself or get something, yes.

Believe in Yourself:  "To fight and survive, yes, but only for myself. Never with others."

Believe in Love: "I used to, it just makes things a lot more complicated."

Want Someone: "Not in particular. If I ended up caring for someone, then that is that, but I'm not looking."

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: "When I was younger, I used to perform with other children. A mundane act, nothing more."

Done Drugs: "Never have, never will."

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: "Not entirely intentionally, but yes. When I joined the brotherhood, I knew I had to stop being so naive."

LAYER SEVEN: AGE

DOB: 18th of Evening Star.

How Old Will You Be:  25

Age You Lost Your Virginity: "I... I was eighteen."

Does Age Matter: "No. If a person cares for another, then they care, the end. Unless of course there's something very wrong involved."

LAYER EIGHT: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: Genuine, independent, strong.

Best Eye Color: - "Nothing like the comforting glow of a werewolf's gaze."

Best Hair Color: - "Now that doesn't really matter as much to me."

Best thing to do With a Partner: "Does it look like I take my time thinking about sweet things to do with another?"

LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: my privacy, hunting, being free in any form, darkness.

I feel: empty. As comforting as some things can be, I haven't found anything to fill this... space in me.

I hide: everything in my past, everything personal to me, until I'm given an extreme reason not to.

I miss: having a home, a place to belong, people I loved and who loved me back, my normal life, my family.

I wish: that the Dark Brotherhood was never involved with my life, or my parents' lives. That way it would have been much different.

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"Don’t fucking touch me." ;; from velkin with love.

It was her second day back in Riften and already Keerava had her doing rounds at the Bee and Barb. It was oddly busy in the market, even busier at the inn in the evening. That time of day, the stalls slowly closed up and people either returned home or to whatever room or corner they would be staying in until sunrise. It happened to be a rather busy week all around, based on what Keerava had told her.

There wasn’t a lot of proof needed, much of it was already obvious when a lot of people already took up most of the inn’s seats and tables. It did get to be a nuisance every now and then, what with drunks clawing at what’s not theirs, others being plain rude, the occasional bar fight — all of which Soliene was told specifically not to intervene in.

Some time in the night, Keerava had been speaking to a customer. Soliene approached the bar with empty tankards in hand, placing them aside to be cleaned. It was just then that the Argonian had told her to take the man to a room. The Nord made her way around the counter and only then did she clearly notice that the man had stains of blood on his visage, both dry and fresh. Attempting to reach out a hand to offer support, as Soliene had thought he’d need, she heard the crude comment erupt almost immediately.

Attitudes such as that were often seen in customers at the bar, but it did tend to annoy her when all she did was serve, and in the occasion, help. “Fine, then follow me,” The words were seething in impatience as Soliene led the man to an empty room. Hoping it would be the last encounter with yet another rude customer, Keerava gave her a drink to deliver to him. As a part of her work, she knew not to slack, so without question, Soliene took the drink and headed upstairs once again.

With a quick knock at the door and a pause, Soliene let herself in, “Here are your dri—”

Her words were cut off at the sight of the man sitting at the bed, engulfed in blood as he tended to his wounds. At first, Soliene stayed in place at the door, the drink and tankard still in hand. It was when she really looked at the wound, that her words simply escaped her lips. “I can get you some clean cloth for that.”