rising son

All bark with a shoddy bite, pup.

I don’t have to go through any trouble; it’s an inn. People bring you things.

#coldwindscutclean #ahh sorry for the wait on that drawing i just decided to be lazy the whole week

Get th' drink here, or get some s'wit t' get it, or I'l jus' leave y' to talk t' yourself.

You can tell me what to do when you beat me.

What’s your poison?

Don' get cocky, 'cause I just might.

Jus' a bottle o' Shein, if you're gonna go t' all the trouble of fetchin' it.

You still in the slave business? Who do you sell to, these days? What kinds?

"Why’d I be outta it?" Nherei cocked a brow. "And who’s askin’?"

Suspicious, he folded his arms, glaring. “That ain’t th’ sort o’ thing y’ jus’ get a straight answer to. It ain’t none of your business who’s buyin’. Just know that folks do.”

#asks #anonymous

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Snowstorm [Elatos/Val & Nherei]

Hunting in the snow provided some unique challenges. On one hand it was blessedly easy to find the quarry’s tracks and to tell how fresh they were, but on the other, doing anything with such a chill wind blowing was bloody miserable, and with the falling snow as well, visibility was becoming poor in the low light. Still, Elatos and Val had been stalking the snowy sabre cat for most of the day. Val had set his heart on having a new cloak, and the thick, patchy white fur of the sabre cat would be better than ideal.

However, it was that very white coat that was giving the pair pause. It was growing dark now, darker still for the thick cloud overhead and the rising blizzard. The cat would have no trouble losing them like this, or worse, ambushing them. As much of a hunter as El might have been, his night vision couldn’t compete with that of a sabre cat. Continuing the hunt was becoming dangerous; they would have to pick up the cat’s trail in the morning.

They’d seen the outcrop from a distance, having much the same idea of sheltering beneath it from the wind, only to discover that someone had beaten them to the punch. It was impossible to tell whom. The light of their bonfire was all that was visible through the snow and the darkness.

"… We will find somewhere else to camp for the night." Val wasn’t terribly interested in sharing his and Elatos’ space with a stranger. "There will be other shelter."

"Maybe so," said Elatos, "But we should at least warn them that there’s a cat about."

"And if it turns out to be a bandit’s campsite?"

"Well, then. You’ll get to play with them a little, won’t you."

Well. It was different when Elatos put it like that. The Dremora summoned a flame to his hand to alert the stranger at the bonfire to their presence as he and Elatos began their approach - no one with the intention of attacking would intentionally give themselves away, and Elatos hoped that their signal would be enough to prove that they meant no harm.

The campfire had grown to a comfortable size when Nherei caught a flicker of firelight in the distance. For a moment, he was afraid it had been a figment of his imagination, which wasn't at all rare with what little sleep he'd been getting. But Nherei nonetheless tensed up--it was better to be paranoid than dead, after all--and he kept his eyes out for anyone out in the snow.

What had that been? It couldn't possibly be anything that was after him, at this point; what kind of man or beast made an effort to reveal themselves if they meant to start trouble?

At any rate, he knew that he was easy to notice from his distance. Even in the snowstorm, the flame was bright, and someone had already caught on to him. Nherei reached for his blade, closing his hands around the handle.

He didn't dare go out there on his own. Whatever was out there, it would either come to him, or leave him be. He'd figure out what to do, then.

#elatosandval

Actually might have been good, then. [She grins up at him, wrapping her arm in his] So, I see you missed me.

[He scowls as she reaches over.]

Wench, I only met y' once. Don't y' start thinkin' y' can get so comfy.

Good boy.

Is your ego still hurting?

Don' talk t' me like I'm your pet.

Ain't nothin' hurts. Y' sure wish it did, though.

Aw, look, it’s my favorite puppy, come to yap. Sit here with me, I’ll buy you a drink.

[He watches her carefully, before taking a seat.]

I ain't no one's pup, but ugh, fine. Y' wanna waste your money on booze, I ain't stoppin' ya.

Soon. Soon, I will be able to purchase enough booze to actually get drunk.

Soon.

#nherei why ono #just why

Gosh, y' sound like m' boys. Is bein' sober too scary for ya?

She clamped down on a retort. She could hear one of the knights chastising her in her head, Don’t talk unless you can keep from getting angry. Icona knew herself; she got angry fast. She was already angry. She wasn’t going to make any gains by talking to him.

Besides, if she was going to actually light him on fire, she would have already done it. Maybe she needed more control of her magic, but so what? Unless she launched a fireball, it didn’t count.

Gods, but she was tired of him dodging. He must be much older than her, if he could fight like that. Well, she could learn. She threw another punch. If it hit, it hit. If he pushed it aside, she planned to throw her shoulder along the same path, and right into him. Of course, if it didn’t work out like that, she’d probably end up on her face like an idiot.

She was an outlander, through and through; that, or Dunmer were raising their children differently. The fellows that had knocked him back and forth in bars in Balmora were straight-faced liars who played by no rules, and didn't hesitate to throw dirty punches or hide knucks under their gloves.

He'd thought it to be something just as prevalent in a Dunmeri colony, but Windhelm seemed different in lots of ways, beginning with this wench, who he was beginning to think threw punches out of sheer ire than out of any real strategy.

But Nherei had always been painfully cocky, and a bit too smug for his own good, which had never been something his own mentor had managed to get out of his mind completely. He was unprepared for her next blow, which landed square on his torso.

Nherei staggered back, a hiss building in his throat as he clutched his side. Her fist was as hot as her skin had been, and it stung.

#ladyashknight

comberrywine

I didn’t pick my name!

Don' like it, then change it.

#comberrywine

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