“Any other heists? I dunno if it’s safe to confide in-” He stopped and glanced at the smaller Khajiit. “You’re thinking of tagging along.. that’ll be a problem.” He shifted.
“I can tell from the look on your face that you’re eager to feel the rush of thievery. At this rate, I wouldn’t care. But this isn’t some night-time store robbery. I’m talkin’ stealing from the Jarl’s bedside. You’d need skill.”
M’nari held her breath with wide-eyed anticipation as her words registered in the mer’s mind - but let it out and seemed to bite her tongue as he mentioned that it was a problem. She would have begged for the opportunity, but then he mentioned that he was stealing from the Jarl, and the Khajiit paused in consideration.
“That is risky,” she murmured in awe, shifting in place to stifle her excitement. “You might be right. I used to steal food and jewellery and such a lot when I hung around in Elsweyr,” the kitten confessed, scratching her cheek. “But...that was a while ago, and this is a lot different.”
The Khajiit scowled at the map in her hands, as if it were the parchment’s fault that she had somehow doubled back to the Windy Helmet despite leaving it not too long ago. A frustrated huff left her nose before she gently folded up the guide, placing it in a small knapsack she had obtained not so long ago.
Oh well. She was here, and M’nari may as well make the most of it -- although the few coins she had left in her pouch made a groan of dismay rise up from her throat. The Khajiit guessed that she had maybe one mead’s worth of Septims in there, and that was it.
A drink was a drink, she supposed. M’nari entered the tavern and bought a tankard of the booze before sitting at a table near the door, attempting to make the drink last by pulling out her map once more and examining it to see just where it was she went wrong - occasionally looking up at the doorway whenever someone entered, if only to satiate her curiosity.
Her mouth opened and her eyes widened in excitement at the tale - people here live such interesting lives compared to her’s! Though, she wasn’t quite sure she could pull off a theft as well as she used to.
The glint of shiny septims caught her gaze, and she glanced from them to the thief before taking the coins and placing them into her own small pouch. “I mean, I wasn’t going to say anything anyway,” she assured the other, tilting her head. “What people do in this land of snow isn’t any of my business, you know?”
A quiet moment of consideration, chewing a claw as she ponders. Feeling a bit mischievous, and the spark of excitement rekindling memories of running through the bushes alongside her partner in crime, a small grin creeps onto her face.
“Is this one t’understand that you’ve seen other ships then? ‘Tis hard t’get from one end of Tamriel t’the other without touching Cyrodiil nor the sea. He confesses that he has not seen much of the eastern seas.” The Nord next to him was scowling at the larger Khajiit’s tail, swishing back and forth near the floor as it was, but Moj didn’t seem to notice. He smiled, gaze flicking down M’nari’s long hair with appreciation when it seemed she was occupied with other matters, his fingers playing a little with the cork next to his own mostly-untouched bottle.
“Mm. Moj’dul may have his work cut out for him. If this one has seen larger ships, his will seem underwhelming at best.”
How else would she have gotten to Skyrim from Elsweyr? Stupid, stupid, stupid. He knows for certain I’m lying now. Despite this, M’nari kept a pleasant smile on her face and, with a small twitch of her tail, took another sip of her mead - perking up her ears in response to his worry of seeming underwhelming.
“No, no,” The kitten re-assured the bigger Khajiit, taking a moment to wipe her mouth of the drink. “I only traveled on a tiny little merchant boat! I’m pretty sure just about anything is bigger than the one I arrived in. I’m sure your ship is really big,” she added the last part with a small giggle, realizing how silly it sounded.
“That must be fun,” the kitten remarked in a hushed whisper - not quite bitter enough to be considered entirely sarcastic, but at the same time not with a tone of naivety. She wiped her brow and tapped her claws together, pondering whether or not to pry into the situation.
Unfortunately, nosiness got the better of her, and she spoke up with a quiet “What did you do to make them so grumpy?”
Moj’dul smiled, tail curling behind him as the innkeeper pulled out two bottles and pushed them onto the bar, the Khajiit slipping the needed coins onto the bar before gently nudging one of the bottles towards M’nari.
“Mm…this one thought he had a beautiful name, but ‘tis like music when you say it. But yes, a smart choice would be t’leave quickly, especially from what Moj’dul has seen of Skyrim.” he purred, popping the cork on his own mead bottle, smelling a strange scent within. He tried a small sip, finding it agreeable, but set the bottle back down on the bar. The cathay-raht hummed a little, claws sliding along the label.
“May this one ask of where else you’ve been? Moj’dul admits he has not seen much of the inside of Tamriel. He prefers the ocean and her coasts.”
Her claws clinked against the glass bottle she received as she fiddled with it in her hands, piercing the cork with her teeth and pulling the drink away from her mouth with her hands in an effort to free the stopper from its prison. At Moj’dul’s compliment of how she said his name, the kitten managed to release the cork with an audible pop! - but only after nearly falling backwards off of the stool. Honestly, she thought she pronounced it entirely wrong.
A nervous cough left M’nari’s throat and she placed the drink back on the bar, pulling the stopper out of her teeth while thinking of a response to the captain’s question. Eventually, the smaller Khajiit wiped her lips with her sleeve and swept her tail against the floor before placing the cork beside the bottle it came from, opening her mouth to speak.
“Well,” she began, taking a quick sip to wash the taste of...something out of her mouth. “I’ve been in Elsweyr and Skyrim - haven’t been anywhere else, my parents are only really comfortable trading in --” A pause to take another sip, swallowing an odd sensation of anxiety along with the drink. “Actually, now that I think about it, we’ve been to Cyrodiil as well, but I was very young when I went there. I don’t know if I can remember much, though I do know that my parents speak highly of the place.”
Knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. Tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better.
Basics:
Name: Danni!
Age: 20 (I feel like I’m 30 though)
Preferred Pronouns: She/Her, I guess. I really don’t mind.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Taken or Single: Taken
Three Facts: I’m polyamorous, I’m 5′2″ (teeny weeny), I never finished school :V
Experience:
How Long?: Since...oof, about 2002?
Platforms Used: Skype, MSN, email at one point in my life I think, Dreamwidth, LiveJournal...
Best Experience: Skype, really, it’s the only place I ever really frequent enough to remember to roleplay.
How’d You Start?: Met someone in a bunch of chatrooms and roleplayed with them on MSN, and had an on-going roleplay on LiveJournal with someone else for a while. It was really cool.
Muse Preferences:
Female or Male?: Not fussed!
Favourite Face: I don’t have care about faceclaims enough to say I have a favourite or least favourite. I just take it as the equivalent of someone having drawn their character’s reference - so long as you think it’s accurate to what your character looks like, go nuts.
Least Favourite Face: See above.
Multi/Single: If you mean ships, I’m fine with whatever you’re okay with. If you want M’nari to be in a committed relationship with your character after a while of interaction, we can sort it out. Otherwise, M’nari is particularly a multiship character because she doesn’t have a stable understanding of what romance is.
Writing Preferences:
Fluff, Angst, or Smut?: Anything, really. Depending on my mood it might take a while for me to respond to certain threads more than others, but I’m up for pretty much everything. I’m a little bit awkward around smut though, just a fair warning.
Plots or Memes?: Both? Either? Any interaction is fun interaction.
Long or Short Replies?: Whatever you’re capable of managing, I’m a-okay with. If you’re intimidated by long replies, I’ll cut mine down. Just discuss it with me!
Best Time to Write: Night time, definitely. As early as I go to bed, I seem to get the best inspiration when I’m dead tired. GO FIGURE
Are You Like Your Muse(s)?: I won’t pretend I’m not, it’s probably pretty easy to see where M’nari’s a bit of a silly self-insert, but I’m learning! I do intend to separate mun from muse at some point, for sure.
Want to do this meme? Go ahead and reblog it! Have any other questions for me? Go ahead and ask them! I’m approachable, I swear.
“Not at all. This one would not offer if it was. It would be rude of him t’offer, then rescind such an invitation.” He finally spared a look to the innkeeper who was giving the two of them (but mostly him) a wary glance. The cathay-raht’s mouth curled into a smile, leaning forward a little on the bar and ears relaxed.
“Two of whatever she likes.” he muttered, looking towards M’nari for her input. While she did that, Moj pulled open his coat to reach the hidden pocket inside for the coins needed.
“Is this one in a hurry t’be anywhere, or is this one like Moj’dul, and travels often?” he asked, fingers brushing over a flask before locating the leather pouch that held his gold.
A smile was plastered on her face as he explained that it wasn’t a problem to give her a tour, and even managed to remain despite the realization that the innkeeper was staring at the pair as if they were troublesome. Her ears twitched slightly, and it took her a while to register what Moj had muttered.
M’nari quickly glanced back and forth between the two, mouth opening and closing as she thought about what she wanted to drink. She liked wine, and mead, and probably some other drink she couldn’t remember or pronounce - but what would her acquaintance like? A bite of her lip and the kitten eventually convinced herself that mead would be the rather neutral choice; squeaking out her order before tapping her claws together once more at his question.
“Um, it depends on what’s going on, really,” she began, furrowing her brow for a moment before continuing. “If I’m somewhere I’m not welcome, I tend to get out of there fairly quickly.” A pause, a flick of her tail. “But otherwise I just take my time and wander around! So...I guess sort of like Moj’dul.”
Dust flew back to M’nari’s side - she’d been getting water once more from the nearby stream, but the panicked cries drew her back immediately. She fell to her knees at her side, cooing softly and trying to urge her to lay down again.
“It’s alright, M’nari, I’m here. It’s alright. Lay down, dear, don’t strain again.” And don’t panic, was her other thought. She did not need to see another transformation today. “I’m getting you some water. Don’t sit up yet, alright? You need to rest a bit longer.” Her small, gloved hand strayed up to the Khajiit’s brow, stroking across it, smoothing back stray locks.
The hiss of boiling water caught her attention - she moved back and made a large cup of tea with the addition of the herbs they’d used earlier before returning to her side, pressing the mug into her hands. “Alright, let’s get you sitting up, now. Scooch back and rest against the tree there, if you need to. Slowly, though! Slowly.”
Only when she was sitting upright, wrapped in her cloak and holding the mug did Dust cease her mothering, backing off to sit nearby. She folded her hands before her, taking a slow, deep inhale of the crisp air.
A whimper left her throat as she was comforted; heart aching against her chest as if it were trying to burst out of her skin, the kitten forced deep breaths in through her mouth and out through her nose as the lady she was so fond of cooed and spoke in a soft, motherly tone.
M’nari was hushed into a quiet complacence by the time she was up against the trunk of a tree with a mug in her hands and a cloak around her body - but the Khajiit continued to feel her heart beating loudly, and it took a great deal of effort to resist the urge to cover her ears and beg for it to stop.
Her gaze snapped to Dust, orange eyes wide with fright and hurt at the question. She doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore, does she? The kitten swallowed spit and began to reply in a hoarse, anxious tone; pausing for thought between each sentence.
“Is...that wh-what it’s called?” A moment of silence, and she continued by adjusting the cloak to reveal the gashes along her left side. “I...I got attacked by a big dog - I think - a-after I got to Skyrim. A man took me in. Cleaned up th-the scratches,”
A whine rumbled its way out of her mouth as the salty sting of tears began to stream down her fur. “I-I woke up one m-morning a-and he was...” M’nari grimaced as her body shuddered, trying to override the urge to break down in a bawl. “I-I’m so sorry,” she hissed through her teeth, trying to rub the water out of her eyes.
Though she was originally going to turn and head up the stairs, Ma’Jaara paused and smiled when M’nari mentions her interest in helping. It certainly couldn’t hurt! Aara herself wouldn’t have asked for assistance outright, but anyone offering to help was something she cherished.
“I would appreciate it very much if you would do so! I was only thinking of adding some vegetables into a beef broth, but I have not quite settled. What do you tend to like?” She grows silent, trying to think. “I am sure I can find something to throw together that you would prefer. And of course desert is always in order…are you allergic to anything?” Aara adds after making a gesture to guide M’nari up the stairs once she was ready. “I have a few things I cannot eat, but I believe I can still prepare them if you would like.”
The kitten beamed in delight at Ma’jaara’s acceptance of her offer, ears stood straight up in attention as she listened for possible instructions. Her own voice goes quiet in thought, wondering how to answer the questions thrown her way - before responding with a shrug and a nervous grin. “I can’t really say I know what I like, I’m sorry.”
Taking gentle steps up the staircase just behind her host, she glances at her feet as the older Khajiit continues talking, asking if she was allergic to anything. “Oh, I don’t think I’m illergy to anything! I’ve eaten plenty of fruits and crunchy things, and I haven’t ever felt sick afterwards.” Curious, and hopeful the question isn’t stepping over a boundary, M’nari prods with a, “What can’t you eat? If it’s, um, not nosy to ask.”
It was cute, how bad of a liar the Khajiit was. Moj’dul was all smiles and soft eyes, relaxed in this inn even with the scowling glances he was getting from the Nord a stool down. His tail curled as he leaned closer, catching more of that scent that wasn’t…unpleasant, per say. It just seemed odd for a Khajiit to smell like a not-horse. Maybe she owned one? It didn’t matter. He hummed a small laugh through his nose, leaning an elbow on the bar, giving M’nari a little more space for now.
“’Tis more than a mere ‘boat’. A ship. A large one, at that. In fact, that is why Moj’dul is here. This one’s ship could not fit down the river, and it is in need of repair. If one is inclined, this one would be willing t’show.” Ri would disapprove, but what harm was there in showing a non-sailor his ship? Besides, the shiver of what he thought was anticipation promised more to him than just showing her his ship.
Her eyes occasionally flicked to the Nord two stools away, anxiety beginning to build at the sight of a scowl and general looks of hostility. Her cheeks flushed once more as the tall feline moved just that bit closer before letting out a humming laugh, her own tail brushing the ground in a frantic sweep behind her.
Ears perked up in fascination at the sound of Moj’dul’s ship, and her expression quickly brightened once more as he offered to fulfill her wishes to see it. “Oh, I am incleened!” M’nari exclaimed, not quite able to pronounce the word as well as the other Khajiit did. Quickly realizing it would be rude to assume she wasn’t being a bother, she added a meek “So long as it’s not a problem,” before scratching one of her cheeks.
She watched from afar, stalk still as the bear collapsed, as the wolf tried to investigate exactly what had happened to it. Her teeth clenched painfully tight when it roared, inching further up the tree, letting out a little gasp and clinging to the branches above her. Breath held, muscles tensed until the wolf - no, the Khajiit, the one in the wolf - collapsed, and came forth.
Slowly, she descended. Her feet hit the ground with a soft whump before she knelt by the quivering form, placing a hand on her back. A spell, let forth - she was sedated from the dart, but otherwise alright.
Now what?
They’d have to wait it out. What would she tell the guard, if she were to bring this poor thing to the gates like this? Worse still, what if she turned again? What if she had no control over it? She was given no warning, after all.
Still, she couldn’t accept the idea that M’nari might be dangerous to her.
No. Dust gathered her up in her cloak, able to hoist her weight despite her own small size. She’d stay with her, keep her warm in that cloak, and wait until she came to her senses.
Is that the word? M’nari wasn’t sure, but it was a weird sensation nonetheless. She was floating in a void, tired and dreary as sounds echoed around her and touch was numbed, as if her fur was coated in a rubber of sorts. Was she awake, or still stuck in her own body with the wolf in control?
The question was quickly answered - a twitch of her tail and a flick of her fingers meant she had regained some form of awareness now, and the wolf had been...Oh, no. Please no.
Her heart raced as the possibilities ran through her head. She forced herself to sit up, trying her hardest to ignore the sudden onset of nausea that came as a result of moving too quickly. The Khajiit swallowed the bitter acid that rose from the back of her throat as she practically screamed Dust’s name in a frantic search for the woman, vision blurred from the panic and the forced awakening.
Reblog if it's okay for people to come into your askbox and ask about your OCs
Even if I’ve never spoken to them, even if I don’t know them from a hole in the wall, even if they’re on anon, people asking questions about my OCs make my day.
[Are you afraid of the Lost Cats picking up your trail, or do you think you'll be safe in Skyrim? <:3]
The kitten opened and closed her mouth as her eyes narrowed to tiny pinpricks, her breath becoming raspy and shallow.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied, swallowing anxious bile that rose up the back of her throat. Her glance flicked from side to side and then behind her before fixing back on the interviewer.
“W-What’s a Lost Cat?” A nervous laugh was forced out of her mouth, and then a grimace flashed across her face.
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