Beasts among men

"Skjor says I have the strength of Ysgramor, and my brother has his smarts." Indie. Farkas Skyrim based rp blog.

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{lίттlє đяαġoи}     Put on a brave face, she told herself, eyes focusing on the wolfish man. Maliina     certainly wasn’t physically intimidating, by no means, but she at least wanted to     look like a decent traveling companion. Who would want to partner up with a small     woman, except out of pity. As a child she hadn’t accepted pity, and she certainly     would not here.

                       ”…. Nothing, though perhaps we could strike a deal.”

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He could already feel it happening; his dark wolfish hues begging him to allow them to roll, enough so for her to notice. Farkas had no issue with helping others free their hands of their issues, but he could not help but think her ailment would be nothing more than a skeever infesting her basement. Where was the action in that?

     "Perhaps. Who's asking?"

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“—How else would my bow fair well alongside Aela?” At this Lira grins, shooting him a sideways glance, not devoid of its usual amusement. When in the company of her chosen family, those preferred above all else. Truthfully speaking, the only one’s deemed worthy enough for such a title, and her never ending devotion. The Companions much more than just steel for hire—- they were home.

Aela was the better archer of the two, exquisitely trained in her craft, of that there was no doubt, the raven haired wolf only relying on such weaponry on rare occasion—but she was not without her necessary tricks. “I do not..” Although she half suspected he would ask regardless of her response.

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There was no better archer in all of Whiterun Hold -- in all of Skyrim -- who could match the skill of the sad huntress. Farkas needed not be any marksman to know that much. She had a talent for the bow that was only rivaled by her ferocity towards her enemies. "Suppose you have a point there." Farkas avoided poisons out of personal preference. He did not demean those who used it, but if he was going to kill a man, he would rather know it was by his own efforts alone. "-- Skjor. Think he's happy where he is?" In other words, does she think that Hircine's hunting ground was everything they imagined it would be. Such secret would not be told to her, but Vilkas' wishes to see the beast blood from his body was not something he could keep hidden -- not from his twin brother at least.

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(semi) H I A T U S

[;; This comes as extremely inconvenient for me, but I’m going to have to go on a hiatus until around the 20th. My internet has become excruciatingly slow, to the point writing this notice is being dragged on longer than it should. To all those I owe replies to, I will try & reply to them when I have the opportunity to get onto my sisters laptop which is faster than my own. But other than that I’m going to be silent for the next week or so. I’m sorry for any inconvenience this might have on any of my partners. ]

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(semi) H I A T U S

[;; This comes as extremely inconvenient for me, but I'm going to have to go on a hiatus until around the 20th. My internet has become excruciatingly slow, to the point writing this notice is being dragged on longer than it should. To all those I owe replies to, I will try & reply to them when I have the opportunity to get onto my sisters laptop which is faster than my own. But other than that I'm going to be silent for the next week or so. I'm sorry for any inconvenience this might have on any of my partners. ]

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              S T R E N G T H  O F  Y S G R A M O R

                 ————  I have the strength of Ysgramor, and my brother has his smarts.

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       a blatant error, to underestimate, and unasked-for wolf’s        snarl splinters and catches — necessarily muted — in the        recess of arya’s throat ; furthered determination swells at        the skein of a halfway-concave ( albeit wiry ) chest and        squares her shoulders, practised thief’s and killer’s fingers        itching for her blade, to prove her worth ( to assert agency        stolen, hungry but not for food, ferine cant not yet strangled        in her baying — if silently — for pride as much as for blood’s        spillage, the slithering part of guilty flesh under steel’s bite,        cersei, ilyn payne, meryn trant ).

                  ‘ are you going to talk your enemies to death? ’

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He watches each of her movements like a well-trained dog, taught to remain at bay until true threat was given. A child this one might be, but she harboured more courage than most men he knew. The wolf could admire that. With well-trained eyes known only for battle & a crave for bludgeoning, the brother often thought the lesser, allowed a somewhat spirited laugh to emit from his lungs.

          "-- If I'm going to kill a man its either going to be with my sword or my fist. I don't have any real preference. But if you're looking to prove yourself, Kodlak's the one you want to be talking to."

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Ah, but strength took many forms, not just physical. “Fair enough— but you can not allow it power over you forever.” She would leave the topic be, for the time being, out of respect, taking to wiping her dagger with a rag. The likes of which formerly belonged to Skjor, and would now be carried by a grateful pupil in his honor.  “And stay far from the road to Iverstead on the outskirts of Riften..” As ‘over run' was naught but a handful by comparison.

“Their venom is useful, I will admit..” It was a musing, mostly to herself, one that held a great deal of truth all the same. If he could not quite conquer his fears as of yet, perhaps he could put them to better use.

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Farkas sat alongside her, though his gaze did not meet her own. One would think his fear would be something more reasonable, something men would be right to fear; Dragons perhaps. But it was not dragon fire that Farkas feared, no. Instead the divines had made a joke of him & brought on a fear of something more petty. But then again, Aela scared him probably more than frostbite spiders ever would. That was a rational fear, right? He supposed he could only be glad that Lira had not sought to make a fool of him as well, which meant something. "I never liked the place much anyway." he said, managing to make light of the situation as a smirk curved upon his lips like the edge of a foreign blade. "-- To those who know how to use it. You fancy poison now?" It did not take a keen eye to notice the blade in her hand had once belonged to Skjor. Memoires flooded back to him & a moment of silence was taken to remember a great man. "Mind if I ask you a question?"

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//I admire you from afar and fawn over him. He is perfection.

[;; Again, thank you so much. I really appreciate all of this. ]

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// AH hello. I just wanted to say your Farkas is really well written.

[;; *cue heavy breathing because I’ve been really self-conscious about my writing when it comes to Farkas* || It means a lot to me that you’ve taken the time to write this, thank you so much! ]

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{lίттlє đяαġoи}            Hesitation fills every action; where wolves feel a threat, a dragon sees an     opportunity. A partnership, a path to survival. Then again, what did dragons have    to fear? The world was their palace, the sky their thrones. Maliina certainly had    some of that same power, just wrapped in a more… delicate package.

                    “I-I- You’re a Companion, right?”

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The moment she approached, acting fragile as though one more step were to break her, Farkas eased himself; albeit not completely. he watched her carefully, every movement she made, the subtle way her shoulders would lift as she took another breath. Seemed strange, for someone who looked so feeble, to be skulking in a place like this.      "I am ... what do you want?"

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Nirne was impressed. So this mead hall was the home of the Companions. She’d had a feeling it was, but she had always felt that she needed confirmation on things. 'I am going to assume you are a Companion, considering that you are eating here,' she said.

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Perhaps it was wrong of him to assume, but he thought that was rather obvious. Tales of the Companions & the mighty hall of Jorrvaskr were all travellers would hear of when coming to Whiterun hold. No matter, he supposed --  "Aye, my brother Vilkas and I were brought here when we were whelps. Not even the eldest of our company can remember companions as young as we were."

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♛———— “Surely you know what I am, then.”

( he made no effort to suppress the wicked smirk that rose to his lips. )

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     "-- I got a few names for you, if that's what you mean."

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"Aye, just this once —" he warned, though playfully so. Brecca did not necessarily have his own place in the world this time around, but that did not mean he was without those who cared for him. A restless heart is what he had always harbored, to see him to different lands — to see every and all things he could not see in his first lifetime, being loyal to his duties as the Lord of the Brondings. This time was different, and although some part of him craved that structure, those duties dependent upon him — wanderlust was a thing manifested within him. At the sight of the mead, the warrior gave an appreciative smile toward the man whom he had just lost to — and thank the Gods for the mead, or else his demeanor toward losing would be quite different. “Many thanks, it is good to see my coin going to the good cause of mead aplenty,” he teased, and brought the tankard to his lips with eagerness. “I suppose you could say that — not from these parts. Well met Farkas.”

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It seemed an appreciation for mead was something the two of them shared. The warriors raised his tankard in a silent cheers, before downing the contents in large gulps. He doubted he would be drunk this eve, for despite his lack of brawn, he could hold his liquor even when not trying. Lips then parted from the rim and an appreciative sigh was sounded. The burning of mead down his throat was a favoured sensation. "What other cause is there for it to go to, upon this eve?" there was the company of beautiful women, but Farkas did not seek such company just yet.  "Then where is it you call home, if not here in Whiterun hold?" He asks, resting both arms on the wooden table that seemed to sit furthest from the hearth. 

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With our blood and our steel, we will take back our home.

Age of Oppression 

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; do you like elves?

Lets play 20 questions, the first 20 asks I get sent I will answer: 2 / 20

     This time, Farkas takes less time to answer --"I don't have anything against them, but I try to stay out of their way."     Athis being the only one that this didn't apply to.

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; where in Tamriel would you most like to visit?

Lets play 20 questions, the first 20 asks I get sent I will answer: 1 / 20

He considers the question for a moment, pondering on his answer. Skyrim has been the only real home he's known & the companions, his family, never sought to exchange their services outside of the lands borders. There was no real needor want for him to travel outside his homeland.     "I ain't much for travelling. But if I was; Hammerfell."