May 24, 2017
Dar’san.
My first venture into FireAlpaca. I’m not the best, granted, but I’m proud of the end result.
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Dar’san.
My first venture into FireAlpaca. I’m not the best, granted, but I’m proud of the end result.
@the-queen-of-kingss The Khajiit's boots were padded, the soles cushioned so they made virtually no noise. His armour was minimal, as he didn't want any loose pauldrons to scratch against each other. His ears were pointed and his eyes were alert, searching for any signs of trouble or reasons to abort his objective. His target - a woman, a Breton from the look of her. Orange hair the colour of fire, and skin like a mixed pigment of the ground and freshly fallen snow. The night sky gave the Khajiit cover from any patrolling Guards in the area, and he was able to creep closer to her, completely oblivious to his approach. As he drew nearer to her, he took one last look around him, making sure the streets of Solitude were abandoned for the moment. He made to snatch at the purse on her belt, a knife quickly following suit to sever the string holding it there.
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“That obvious, is it?” Nor replied in turn, idly swirling his drink around his glass as he glances over at the other. The Argonian was currently sporting a rather thick length of bandage around one arm and looking more than a little battered. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I hate chaurus.”