Sep 29, 2014
ϟ (anyone for Mya'dar?)
For every ϟ in my inbox I’ll tell you a random thought my muse has about yours.
"A furless khajiit... I wonder if that's by birth or choice. Perhaps I should ask..."
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ϟ (anyone for Mya'dar?)
For every ϟ in my inbox I’ll tell you a random thought my muse has about yours.
"A furless khajiit... I wonder if that's by birth or choice. Perhaps I should ask..."
♢:Forehead or cheek kisses (Lykaar - Mya'Dar, cause I can >.>)
Mya’Dar wasn’t the type for physical affection, so it was a struggle and a surprise for her to suddenly peck her fellow guild member on the cheek.
"Everyone assumes we should be friends since we’re both working here and both Khajiit, so why not try it," she half-joked, offering him a drink.
(Lykaar) "What happened to you?"
"Ran into a Khajiiti vampire with silver claws," he explained simply. "And I find it very.. amusing, I suppose is a good word, that most who ask about my scars are Khajiits."
(Ra'kir) "Don't you dare."
"Aw, come now, brighten up. I was only kidding about the whole 'pulling your tail' bit. Sort of."
(Ra'kir) "Explain yourself."
"My name is Dalamus Rex, an approximately two hundred fifty year-old male, half Dunmer and half Bosmer. I have lived as a vampire far longer than I have lived as a mortal, and sometimes I am unsure which I would prefer. I have been told that I am a major 'grump' and have pride, stubbornness, and anger issues--of which I am working on. That basically sums me up. Now go away."
(Lykaar) "What are you afraid of?"
"Not you," the vampire stated defensively. Why he had said that, he was unsure. He knew that protesting too much would reveal the opposite to be true, and yet he felt the need to show bravado in the presence of the admittedly large Khajiit.
"I am simply confused by your scent. Cat and dog, ugh."
(Ra'kir) "Explain yourself."
"About what?" Tick snapped, squinting at the Khajiit. "Ain't done nothin' to you, ain't done nothin' wrong neither."
(Lykaar) "Relax, would you?"
Teeth gnashed, fists balled together, Tick had to bite heavily on the palm of his hand to distract himself from the limb still stuck in the bear trap. "Jus' hurry an' get it open!"