Nightmare Hound

*The hound’s voice almost sounds amused.* You call me Daedra, little whisper.

#unseeingaltmers

unseeing-altmers

I don’t know. Grandma? [Her sarcastic tone is completed with as much of an eye roll as she can manage.]

Ugh. Smells like wet dog. Move on with your mutt, stranger.

#unseeingaltmers #((I imagine she'll be able to tell something's up when his voice is coming from all around.))#((Based on your headcanon with Volamer's eyes #I'm pretty sure that Ark could be seen by her her if he wanted her to since he exists wholly on the aetherial plane as well as the physical.#Just a thought.))

Mutt? *The word rings clearly, emphasizing the disembodied nature of the Daedra's voice. Laughter begins, first low and rumbling, but shaking the air. Arkeidlanz's voice becomes louder, until even his slow breaths sound like rushing wind.* If you only knew, little whisper, if only you would see.

firaequis-deactivated20141009

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And my objective was to be comparative. In any case, stop fretting so much. You get to run and hunt and kill things. It’s a good time.

That is true. I have purpose.

More desirable than being worse I would assume.

I was speaking objectively, not comparatively.

It could have been worse.

It could always be worse.

That does not make the situation any more desirable.

Good. That seems to working out for you then. I’m glad you’re taking care of the mortals, they need it with everything going on.

Though if more mortals followed the Green Pact necromancers would have no fodder.

Working out? I am stuck here, bound until the end of this world or my form.

They are my children.

They live on me, worship me and seek me for guidance. I don’t know what I would be if I didn’t have concern for their comfort.

Interesting. Is Meridia pleased?

Very pleased. I am far more efficient and permanent than any mortal champion. Your mortal children have rested easier in death since my being bound here.

I like to manifest from time to time. Mortals like to see a mortal-esque visage instead of just talking to dirt and trees. It puts them more at ease.

I do remember Dagon was not thrilled, not that I care if he’s happy or not. So what do you do then, eat walking corpses?

Ease? I did not know you were concerned with their ease.

He was not happy, and he can continue to be unhappy until all ends. For now, I serve to remove necromancers, and on occasion vampires. Ensure that the dead are not forced back to this prison.

I don’t see how not. You’re walking on me and have been for some time. Things with Meridia go south I assume?

Perhaps I should rephrase. I did not expect for you to appear to me, as such.

As much as would be expected. Dagon leveraged, and... now I am here, walking on you.

ask-yffre started following you

I... did not expect to see you.

#ask-yffre #askyffre

unseeing-altmers

Who is this, spoiling my evening walk with cryptic speech?

#unseeingaltmers #I want to play a game.#((I can't figure out how to track tags since a few updates ago))

*A long breath is drawn in through the hound's nostrils, then let out.*

Guess.

astarill

[The abnormal size of the beast isn’t what makes the Altmer wary, though it helps. It’s the disembodied voice. He prepares to defend himself. The creature can only be here to harm him. Perhaps it was sent by his lord as punishment.]

What do you want?