dar'jirash

dar'jirash: part time soldier part time flowerpicker

[darjirash]

Today this one mistook a tar pit for a small body of water. I spent hours grooming Kaijra's hocks clean again. We shall not even speak of what I had to do with my armor.

[darjirash]

Everyone keeps a journal in Tamriel, right?

Dear diary,

Today this one was clearing a path through Daggers for Pact soldiers and gazed upon what appeared to be an incredible dreugh battling with two Daggers... I need to work on my restraint some, good Khenarthi. The scene was awe-inspiring, yes, but hardly comparable to some this one had seen before. Even then my grip on the rage just slipped away... and I was hurtling toward the fight in the massive body of the Wolf.

Turns out it was only one Dagger. The Pact soldier, she’s alright... she ran like her tail had caught afire. It took me a horrific few seconds to realise this, but a nearby Dagger caught my eye, pouncing, the bloodlust ran cold I had been mid-tackle but my daggers were brought down in an instinctive thrust and he fell like a stone.

This one is not enjoying how easy it has become.

[jayxenos]

Devil’s Bridge, Worm’s Head island, Rhossili, Wales by Deborah Smith

[darjirash]

Jira considered his words wisely.

"I joined the Dominion."

Occasionally the boy spouted things in jest, but Ruzhud knew better than to doubt his son when he used 'I'. Silent for a few moments, the old khajiit minced over what he could say to continue the conversation. "The war?"

Ruzhud hummed in monotone briefly, trying to focus on the half-kneaded pastry-to-be beneath his palms, and not the crushing weight of disappointment that had been stirred up. "The war stole this one in its songs of valor, and you know too well about his back, yes? And now the war steals my son?"

As much guilt as he felt, Dar'jirash only shook his head. "I love you, but this is not your decision." To try and lighten the mood before taking another gratuitous mouthful of ale he sputtered a quick "Besides, khajiit knows he would make a more successful soldier than you."

Ruzhud gasped in mock abhorrence. "To pay for that drink you can get that skinny tail of yours in the kitchens. Before this crust bears an uncannily realistic impression of your whiskers."

Please bring him home unscathed, he begged the twin moons.