#clawedxmoon

[eldinwind]

@clawedxmoon a plotted starter with two cats

"How do I know them?" Ja'zir mused as he walked the female Khajit alongside him as they walked along the cobbled streets of the coastal city. He had offered an arm for Zeza to hook and keep close. "I did them a kindness once. Put some coin in his hand when he needed it. Turned out. His pleas were very real. Had himself a sibling. Little sister, going through a bad cold. She's much better now. He's been looking to aid me. Even when i didn't expect him to return anything back."

There was a simple shrug, but a pleased look on him all the same. "Got any tales like yourself Zeza?"

[vendettavalor]

Stray

⚔️ For @clawedxmoon ‘s Zeza! ⚔️

The first hints of green in new grass shoots and new leaves is a turning point in the seasons. The herds will be shifting their migration patterns back to lush plains and forests after a harsh winter. Soon enough, she’ll be able to retreat back to the wilds as she likes and go back to hunting her usual assortment of elk and deer and fish. But not yet.

Until her primary food source has returned and stabilized, she’s still stuck lingering on the outskirts of the many holds and scattered towns of the region. And that’s a problem. Because she’s wanted in every single one of them. Her manner of sneaking into shops for food, picking off cattle from farmers, and stealing crops has earned her an infamous title across the land. The only thing stalling her capture, of course, is the inability of Nords to tell one member of a species apart from all the others. It’s not ideal for anyone- least of all her. But it’s a matter of starving or staying alive.

That’s what drives her to circle the settlement one more. With little cover, she’s left to stay low and move slowly, stalking just as a wild cat would. It’s risky, but a scent has her intrigued. Persistent. Warm. Sweet.

Sweet rolls.

A purr builds in her throat at the idea. She hasn’t had such a treat in so long. Her mouth already waters at the thought of biting into the soft, fluffy cake and tasting the familiar sweetness of the vanilla icing. Her nub of a tail is already wagging with delight, eyes growing wide with the prospect. And then she spots them. Chilling in the cool air on the ledge of an open window. The other scents of yeast and flour tell her this is likely some sort of bakery, and she makes a mental note of that fact as she approaches.

Slowly, silently, she makes her way over to the wall and presses against it. Ears rotate and flicker independently, listening for any signs of danger before she finally makes her move. She rises slowly, keeping her ears perked and alert and moving quickly. She grabs one sweet roll and shoves it in her mouth to hold before moving on to anything else she can grab, hoping to fill her bag as much as possible before she’s caught.

It goes about as well as expected.

[kiigan]

a comprehensive list of scenarios

@clawedxmoon chose: 10.  STRANDED :  for one muse to help the other who’s stranded on the road.

ㅤTravelers coming and going through this road was nothing new, neither was it what attracted Itachi to the little situation. Between merchants coming to trade and shinobi going to missions, between wanderers coming for a visit and clients leaving after speaking with the Hokage - it was a fairly busy path, which in turn explained why the ANBU had it defined as one of the main observation points.

ㅤWhat did catch the Uchiha's curiosity though, if not his puzzlement, was this particular lady stopped under the shade of a large tree... seemingly either struggling to pull something out of her bag, or struggling to keep something strangled inside her bag. He would much prefer the former to the latter, in all honesty.

ㅤ«Excuse me,» making sure to let some dry leaves and pebbles crunch under the soles of his sandals, because Itachi was well known for being as silent as a cat and not everybody's heart could deal with this kind of startle in the early morning, he stopped a few steps behind the stranger, «are you in need of assistance?»

[blademused]

Looks up at with a little blep of her tongue, stub tail that is scarred up slowly swishing. She is focused on the shiny.

said shiny stares back, squinting with a look of heavy suspicion. maybe it's just his bird aspect, but he doesn't quite trust anything of a feline nature—even very cute khajiit with big, sparkling eyes. "ssssss," he hisses, and waves his ribbon at her with a shooing motion. "what do you want, hm? put that back in your mouth. you're going to catch a fly."

[1defense]

They who once worshipped and worked well within the dark now run to their sanctuary, angry, yet contained. Who are they, to the SLAYER OF THE GLENMORIL WITCHES? If she were to choose a fight between man and beast, she runs her sword through the former, for they are as predictable as they are greedy.

The rest of the assassin guild would be with their brethren soon enough. Should they pray to Sithis, may they pray they meet him after a swift end, she thinks. Giving them time to gather their wits and their weapons is unwise, but her sword needs a new enchantment and her armor cleansed. Solitude will do her well.

As will this khajiit. She does not stay inside the city but visits the groups that camp outside the walls. @clawedxmoon "You there." The woman - now disarmed and without her gear but still knowable through reputation and her tired but bright features - speaks and nods her head toward a fire. "Are you the maker of this? What smells divine?"

[hcrumcsc]

Starter for @clawedxmoon

Harumasa coughs as he was struggling to keep himself conscious as he uses nearby trees for leverage, his condition was acting up and on top of that, he was wounded from facing several foes upon ending up in this unknown land. The foliage around here meant he was in some sort of forest?

He couldn't quite tell as everything looked so blurry, he used part of his sleeve as a makeshift tourniquet around his torso to still the bleeding from a nasty slash but it could only offer so much relief until things get worse.

He tries to take a breath despite his chest hurting, a gasp escaping as he heard a sound of something or someone approaching, he quickly went to hide behind some rocks as tiny specks of crimson formed a trail.

[drogars]

@clawedxmoon ♥︎ for a one-liner:

"That rock looks suspicious. Don't trust it."

[1defense]

"I do not think you are meant to be here, khajiit." @clawedxmoon

He does not speak with any malice. Hadvar would say the same to most of the crowd if given the opportunity. If they would only listen... this is not his first beheading. He fears it is not his last, either. "You do not want to see this, even if he was a traitor." Death is no cause to celebrate, even if the Nords worship what comes after their last breath. Hadvar is no fan of this spectacle. The chill of the weather has seeped into the heart of Solitude.