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A Wolf Within - A Skyrim Roleplay Blog
An Ex-Assassin of The Dark Brotherhood :: A Werewolf :: A Hunter
Muse & Mun: 18+
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11 (or 12), 9
9. Who taught my muse how to fight?
Nor has had a fair few teachers throughout the years that taught him basic swordplay and how to defend himself and the like. It started with his blood relatives when he was still fairly young. Growing up in Black Marsh one pretty much had to be able to handle a weapon of some sort, after all. However it wasn’t until he joined the Dark Brotherhood that he was taught the finer points of daggerwork and the more stealthy ways of fighting. And while Nor didn’t ever have just one teacher in terms of the Brotherhood either, his main instructor on the subject was a female Orc named Dura.
12. A drabble in which my muse is forced to fight together with someone they hate.
A light flick of his wrist, the ebony blade slicing into desiccated flesh as Nor almost danced from one target to another, clearing the way for the one following him to cleave through the paralyzed draugr in one fell swoop. When the Argonian has to slide backward to avoid the sharpened head of an axe he feels a breeze pass by his tail, and considerably far too close for comfort.
"Watch it Soliene! I happen to like my tail!" Nor swiftly steps forward in an attempt to avoid another swing from the Nord, another draugr falling to the side as the dagger finds its mark.
"Hey! I didn’t ask for your help! I can handle myself!" A gritting of her teeth as her own blade meets weathered flesh. "A few draugr is nothing!"
"Like hell!" Nor shouts back, the Razor plunging deep into another draugr’s skull before it is shoved roughly to the ground. "Keerava didn’t send me after you so I could split loot, and this is hardly a few draugr!" The Argonian’s teeth are bared in a snarl as Nor brings both blades to the fore, wearily eyeing another one of the undead as it rouses itself from its ledge and reaches for a greatsword.
"Why I let myself get talked into these things I’ll never know."
"Come on, 'Gecko,' let's get moving."
Just all the frowning from the Argonian before a loud sigh. “It’s better than ‘hey you’ at least, I suppose.”
Interruption!
24 Your muse catches mine sneaking back in at 5am
The glare that lines the woman’s face is a bit surprising, and truthfully he doesn’t quite know what to make of said glare. “Come now, is it really such a surprise that of all people I’m coming in during the small hours of the morning?”
"I’m gonna get you!"
Nor holds his hands up, palms out in a display of nonaggression. “I swear to both the divines and the daedra that I was not the one that threw that.”
"Not that one, the other one!"
Nor lets out a slightly irritated grumble. “I told you, you have to be more specific. I don’t know one bloody thing from another with this stuff.”
"Hand me that doohickey."
The Argonian’s brow furrows a bit, one hand hovering over a fair variety of bartending tools. “You’re going to have to be more specific. They’re all doohickeys to me.”
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