Son of a Monster

((RP account for Seewul, a Naga Argonian. Disclaimer, for good measure: There may on rare occasions be some intense material written here, but I do NOT write smut. Icon and banner art by Sycamorre at lycannalla.tumblr.com))

[naga-miner]

"Hasn't anyone warned you about standing around in the cold?" Chirped a soft, grainy voice from behind. (From Tasava)

The noise caused the large Argonian to start slightly, as he had been consumed with his thoughts as he looked out over the plains, but a small smile made its way to his face when he saw the source of the voice.

“Doesn’t bother me,” he said, taking one last glance out over the landscape, before turning to face his friend. “Hasn’t anyone warned you not to sneak up on people?” he joked.

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lycannalla:

Indes watched him, eyeing his movements as he began to concentrate. It was not the way she expected him to start… whatever this was. Was he going to try to go under her own spear somehow? Was that why his was pointed to low? She took a step back in preparation, making sure that her footing was sure. Her own concentration held… until the sparks began.

She jumped back slightly out of instinct, not at all prepared for a spell. Cursing under her breath when the spear came from the complete opposite direction from the spearhead, the mer brought up the butt of her own spear in an effort to deflect the blow. In a real fight it likely would have only knocked it out of the way some, but because of Seewul’s carefulness she was able to keep most of it from hitting her unprotected shoulder directly, though it did still graze her. Once everything was said and done, she took another couple of steps back, watching to see if he would try to follow it up with another strike.

“Looks like you almost got me back from earlier,” she said, glancing down very briefly at the place she was hit. “Did you come up with that on your own?”

As soon as Indes stepped back, Seewul relaxed, letting the end of the spear rest against the ground, and leaning on it a bit. He did seem to have caught her off guard, and that had been the point: the magic was simply to surprise and distract.

To her question, the Naga nodded. “Been trying to practice spells, but they weren’t strong enough to fight with. Found out that lightning would go to the spear head. Thought it would make a good distraction.”

[naga-miner]

lycannalla:

Indes followed him, loosely rolling her own shoulders as she stretched, warming her muscles back up from the quick break in action. She took her place in front of Seewul, at a good defending distance, and nodded.

“Sounds good,” she replied, readying herself to hold a defensive stance for the time being. The spear was held at an angle, ready to block if necessary, but also ready to counter, though she doubted she would do that. “Whenever you’re ready, let me see what you’ve got.”

Seewul lowered the point of the spear near the ground, leaning forward into an aggressive posture, and taking a slow, deep breath. He seemed to concentrate as he breathed, almost staring past Indes. Then, two fingers of his front hand pointed along the shaft of the spear towards the tip, and a crackle sounded as lightning jumped from his fingertips to the spear head, and arced in sizzling tendrils into the ground. He twisted the spear head up away from the ground slowly, the crackling growing louder as the bolts reaching the ground grew longer, until they broke free, and the lightning began dissipating into the air in every direction around the spear head. As this happened, Seewul lunged forwards, raising the the spear up overhead as though he were going to bring it crashing back down onto Indes.

Instead, his back hand slid further up, and he used the momentum of the raising spear to sling the back end of the spear around and up in an uppercut-like motion. He swung with full speed, though without his full strength behind it, and while he imagined that he would aim for the underside of the chin were he to try this in a real fight, he sent the blunt shaft towards the Bosmer’s shoulder.

[naga-miner]

lycannalla:

Done wrapping, Indes tied off the gauze and moved to start putting away everything back into the basket while listening. She responded with a thoughtful sound, then walked to where her own practice spear was, picking it up to examine the head.

“Well, you’re all patched up now. Hopefully a little more practice won’t put a strain on that wound.” She motioned toward the training yard. “If you feel up to it, we can try it right now before the others come out to train.”

Seewul nodded, putting his hand to the bandages, and stretching his arm out carefully, making sure that he wasn’t too restricted by the injury. The dull blade had made it through his skin, but seemed to have only nipped at the muscle beneath, as the twinging pain was relatively minor. Satisfied, the Argonian stood, taking a slow breath and picking up his practice spear from where he had leaned it.

“Don’t think it will be a problem,” he said, starting towards the training yard. Once he had stepped down into the yard, he turned, facing Indes. “It’s an attack, so you would be defending. Countering if you felt like it. Just want to see how it works.” He took the spear in both hands, holding it a bit further back than midway, in a shorter-reach grip, and readied himself.

[naga-miner]

lycannalla:

With the length of gauze in her hand, she put down the rest of the roll to check the length one last time. Satisfied that it would work for the time being, she moved to stand next to Seewul, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. “Hold this end down for me while I wrap it,” she said, putting the end of the gauze she indicated on his arm and beginning to wrap the rest carefully.

“I know my height really doesn’t help with that,” she continued, chuckling under her breath. “Which is why it probably would not hurt to stay at a little bit of distance if you can just to see your opponent better. But it’s good to hear you feel more confident. It’s a good sign of improvement, but be careful you don’t get too comfortable in any bad habits.” She thought for a second. “What kind of things have you been practicing on your own?”

Seewul nodded, holding down the end of the gauze, and watching as she wrapped the wound. It was true, her height didn’t help with the problem, though no ones height did, really. They had little choice but to angle the spear up at him, as much as he had little choice but to level the spear down towards them. Perhaps he could find a way to work around it, but for now, it wasn’t of too much concern, as he rarely came across others who used a spear.

Indes’ questioned was returned with a thoughtful hum before the Naga spoke. “Basic things,” he admitted, “mostly against swords. Practicing a bit while gripping close to the end. Better reach in open spaces.” There was a pause as he watched the Bosmer finish wrapping the gauze, then his head tilted slightly. “Thought of something a few days ago. Don’t know if it would work well, though, so I haven’t been practicing it. Have to try it sometime, see if it works.”

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lycannalla:

A clean cloth and the opened salve were held out for Seewul to take. “Here. I’ll let you do this yourself while I get the rest ready. It’ll make this go quicker.”

Indes returned to the roll of gauze, beginning to let it out to measure how much she figured they would need, occasionally glancing at the Naga’s arm in an attempt to measure it by sight alone. She chuckled a little as she did so. “Yes, she would spend the entire evening about how we could have made it worse if we kept going and what have you.” She paused to make a tear in the gauze and start cutting it off. “But you were doing very well. You just have to watch for those odd angles when another spear is coming at you. They can be tricky.”

Seewul took them, cleaning the wound with the corner of the cloth, and then beginning to apply the salve. The wound stung, certainly, though he did little about it besides let out an uncomfortable sigh under his breath.

“You have the point angled up towards me a lot of times,” he said, placing the salve down on a nearby table. “Can’t see your grip easily then. What reach you’ll have.” After a short pause, he gave a slow nod. “Thank you, though. Feel like I’m getting better. Not just with the spear, all of it. Movements. Reactions. Don’t have to think as much as I used to.”

[occasionalrpmemes]

Sentence Starter Starters

Trying something new with this one. These are incomplete sentence starters- finish them however you’d like and send them in!

“None of this would have happened if you hadn’t…”

“Meet me at midnight, and bring…”

“I can’t believe you went and…”

“Please tell me you didn’t get involved with…”

“So there I was, in the middle of the night, tied up and…”

“I’ve never told anyone about this before, but…”

“Don’t freak out! We just need to…”

“It’s just like my mother used to say: always…”

“I don’t want to alarm you, but…”

“Believe it or not, this is the first time I’ve ever…”

“I understand you’re upset, but it’s not really my fault that…”

“I just don’t see why you need to…”

“I strongly advise that you…”

“You really shouldn’t…”

“Wait. Where did you even get…”

“This is a bit of a weird question, but…”

“I never should have…”

“It was all fun and games until…”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…”

“Hasn’t anybody ever warned you about…“

“This probably isn’t what you want to hear, but…”

“Oh my god, don’t you dare…”

“I’ve been thinking, and…”

“If you want to live, then…”

“I never realized you…”

"Relax. You’ll be fine, as long as…”

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[sisterofsmash]

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Seewul hadn’t spoken to Korgul’s sister much if at all before, and thus was surprised when she approached him and placed a ring of flowers on his head while he sat in the main hall of Jorrvaskr. He was silent for a moment, before he looked at Zhugul, his head tilting somewhat, though not enough to risk the flowers falling off of his head.

“What are these for?” he asked, his tone curious and showing no signs of displeasure.

“My brother likes you.” She stated simply as she say down next to him, “And my brother doesn’t like many people. Especially people that he considers ‘like him’.” She smirked slightly as she said it, picking at a sweet roll.

“He told me about the Barrow. How you fought, and saved him. I don’t know how to thank people with words. I know how to make flower crowns, cause I made them for my siblings and family. It was the easiest way I could think of to show my appreciation. Plus, I stay here a lot. You should smile more, and a crown of flowers always makes someone smile.” 

[naga-miner]

"'Like him'," Seewul repeated quietly, looking down for a moment. He wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that, but it was good to hear that Korgul liked him. As Zhugul continued, the Naga looked at her once more, still as he listened.

"You're welcome," he said, though slightly hesitantly. A glance up toward the crown, and the corners of his mouth tugged up into a small, brief smile. "It's nice. Don't get flowers much." He didn't get flowers from others ever, really.

[naga-miner]

((Stepping out of Gallows Rock, I’m not sure why I thought this would be the perfect scene for a gif, but I did.))

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((A couple more random screenshots.))

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((Screenshot spam. But it’s of Seewul, so it’s ok. And unfortunately, yes, he does tend to run about Jorrvaskr shirtless during the warmer seasons.))

[naga-miner]

✿ Nidhel stood in front of Seewul, a ring of yellow and white flowers in hand. Instead of asking him to bend down or anything of the sort, she let the flowers float up with magic and gently land on the Naga's head.

The Naga opened his mouth to say something as Nidhel approached, but froze as the ring of flowers began to drift upwards, his mouth closing as his eyes followed it with an intent interest. He had been able to move objects with magic before, but never so effortlessly as Nidhel appeared to do it.

As the crown came to a rest on his head, Seewul looked down at Nidhel again, mouth pulling into a small smile. “Thank you.”

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✿

Seewul instinctively looked up when he felt something touched the top of his head, causing the flower that had been carefully placed there to fall. He caught its movement as it landed on his shoulder, reaching to pick it up and inspect it. Glancing over his shoulder, the Argonian noticed Tort standing just behind him as he sat, and gave a short hum at the realization of what had happened.

“It’s nice,” he said, spinning the stem of the flower slowly between his fingers as he looked at it. A quick glance upwards, and then at Tort, and he shook his head slightly. “Don’t think it will stay up there, though.”

[naga-miner]

Flower from Tasava. Maybe a whole crown, even.

On the rare occasions that he saw Tasava, he had become accustomed to her sometimes doing things he didn’t expect, such as this occasion when he suddenly found a woven circle of flowers sitting on his head. Eyes turning up for a moment as though to look at them -- though he couldn’t really see them -- he looked back down at the smaller Argonian, nodding carefully.

“Thanks,” he said simply, giving a small smile. If he objected to the addition to his look, his voice didn’t show it.

[naga-miner]

✿ (Zhugul presents Seewul a flower crown because he has no hair)

Seewul hadn’t spoken to Korgul’s sister much if at all before, and thus was surprised when she approached him and placed a ring of flowers on his head while he sat in the main hall of Jorrvaskr. He was silent for a moment, before he looked at Zhugul, his head tilting somewhat, though not enough to risk the flowers falling off of his head.

“What are these for?” he asked, his tone curious and showing no signs of displeasure.

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