#carondiil

[riftenriffraff]

"I wouldn’t buy that if I were you."

[Prompt]

The Imperial turned his head toward the speaker, and was surprised to see an Altmer of all things. After a brief moment in which Olo forgot staring was impolite, he cleared his throat and blinked, looking back to the item in hand.

"Is something wrong with it?"

[meadandmaces]

O Hero, for Carondiil > u>

O Hero: I will write about my character mourning yours.

((You sir. Are a dick.))

 Alaudidae's hands seemed to be constantly moving; fidgeting and picking things up, putting them down again. One of the main things that were a subject to his movements were the bottles of alcohol he had acquired. He was no longer in Solitude. He was in some camp that belonged to bandits. He couldn't remember where. But, it was now an empty camp, it had been set alight; everything charred and broken. Including the bodies of those who thought it was wise to stay and fight.

The Altmer hummed; his mind blank, un-bothered by the cuts and woulds he had sustained and the burn that trailed up his arm; caused by his own magic. He didn't control anything anymore.

 He was too busy trying not to think about the recent events in his life. Not trying to think about Carondiil. How he had died. He didn't want to go to the funeral; didn't want to see Ceirria, Kral or Lorion. He didn't want to talk, or feel. No condolences. But, he couldn't stave it off forever.

The memories eventually came crawling back. The realization that Carondiil was gone, and he wasn't there. That he couldn't do anything, and would never have been able too. Alaudidae didn't blame himself for not being able to stop it. He blamed himself for leaving him in Solitude. He had failed Carondiil. He was supposed to help guide him down a different path. To be by his side.

Finishing the bottle in his hands; he let it drop to the ground. A growl came from his lips. He hated how he couldn't stop thinking. The mer had thought about it all already. But, there was only one way to make everything stop. To be free of grief; even if it was only for a brief moment. Rising out of his chair, he closed his eyes. Willing the beast inside to come out. "Come on," His begging whisper hoarse. And, he soon began to feel the stirring in the back of his mind growing. The desires that came with the blood and the wolf accumulating  Soon he would feel the ecstasy of the Hunt.

His bones snapped and shifted; nails turned into claws, jaw turned into a snout, teeth became fangs and hair turned into fur. A howl filled with rage and blood lust erupted from the beast. 

[meadandmaces]

Zip Me [Carondiil/Alaudidae]

Alaudidae pulled the cords tight with a jerk. A smirk on his face as he laced the cords to tie up the bodice.

"You look lovely now," the scarred Altmer teased, despite it being true. Carondiil did look lovely in a dress. 

His partner just gave a huff, a fierce blush on his face. "What is the point of this exactly?" Carondiil asked, turning to look at Alau whose eyes were wondering all over him; it only caused his flush to deepen. But, a thought crossed his mind, and his lips pressed together in a hard line, "W-would you prefer me if I was a woman?"

The question astounded Alaudidae. Why on Nirn would Carondiil ask that? Was his self-confidence that lacking?

"No. I quite like the way you are now," He gave a shrug, even though he was really saying, 'I love you for who you are'. He then leaned in, a grin on his face, "I just find it highly amusing to see a man in a dress."