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[dalamusrex]

M!A: Bound (Kraldier)

vigilantstormcloak replied to your post: Shh… ((….:’D))

“Vampire,” Kral stated with a nod, as he stepped closer to Dalamus, he continued in a formal tone, “It seems what you do, is my business after all.” ((I can only see this ending with Dalamus getting killed, or about to be. GDI KRAL.))

Dalamus turned and backed away again, trying to stay away from the Vigilant. He did not want to get killed. Not here. Not like this. Not bound like some hog about to be taken as dinner and then roasted over a spit.

The scar across his chest seemed to ache with a memory where he had been almost beheaded by a Vigilant in his 'youth' as a vampire. He tried to glare, but it was a weak attempt. For all his arrogance, it could not compete with the fear he felt at possibly facing his demise.

[meadandmaces]

((Is there anyone you’re missing right now? Everyone has skeletons in their closet. What are yours? for both))

Is there anyone you’re missing right now?

"Yes. There is." The Altmers' reply was blunt. Two people had flickered through his mind at the question as his eyebrows creased; Carondiil and Kraldier.  The question obviously didn't help his already deteriorating mood, and he added in a grunt, "But, I feel no need to tell you who." ---------------------He nodded his head; his armor clanking at the motion. Not sure what the point of the question was. It made a part of him uneasy as well. But, he delved out the name, "Seaghdh," and, adding in reluctance, "And, brother."

Everyone has skeletons in their closet. What are yours?

Alaudidae scoffed; rubbing the back of his neck. He certainly wasn't going to grace that with a proper reply but, he answered; almost snarling, "I have plenty of skeletons. Of every shape and size. Some Sabre Cats. Always room for more though." And, left it at that; One main skeleton that came to mind was Radene, and her antics that thoroughly ruined him. At least, in his mind they did.---------------------Kraldier gave a grunt. It was an irritating question for him. "Just things I don't like to mention," he answered honestly. Hoping that would suffice, he wasn't one for keeping secrets. Or, he didn't have any he was aware of, or even actively hid. But, plenty fell under the category of things he didn't want to talk about; the Great War, The Rebellion, childhood, sex, everything that ever happened in Cyrodiil that was related to his brother; Alaudidae. 

[meadandmaces]

So you're in the vigilants of stendarr? What do you do, spite them and screw vampires? Or are you just making an exception in my case.

Yes. I am a Vigilant.

I happen to kill Vampires with either a mace, or axe. I take it you're inviting me to do that?

/His grip is already tightening around his mace./

[meadandmaces]

A Pleasant Walk [Open RP]

Kraldier was back to following Alaudidae at a distance, not that he minded that he could barely see him. Alau could handle himself, and he was talking to a Thalmor.

He had found that Grey-Mage rather funny and strange. To him it was such a pointless curse, he was already brutally honest, and truthfull. What else would this one do? So, he minded his own business, walking down the road.

[meadandmaces]

W-wait, Kral... wait, wake up! Come on, wake up! P-please, don't... don't do this! K-kral please....

"I'm awake," he mumbled out the sentence, he was still awake. But, his vision was slowly becoming darker, and darker.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine," his hand came up to rest on Seaghdh's shoulder, giving it a weak shake. In an attempt to comfort him. "It's only right," the comment was rough and guttural. He smiled weakly, thinking of Sovngarde. 

[meadandmaces]

[Rori wore his customary smirk, as he made idle talk with Kral. The two walked down the road to Eastmarch, completely minding there own business, for now.]

Don't be so cut up about it. 　

I feel betrayed.

Wouldn't be the first time.

[Kral snorts at the comment.]

Doesn't mean you get used to it.

[meadandmaces]

A Cure for your Troubles [Kral, Ariana]

The Gildergreen was blooming, it had been fixed by some kind stranger no doubt. It's new splendour was truly something to behold, It still didn't hold a candle to the Eldergleam. But, Kral was unable to appreciate it's beauty.

He had taken to sitting down on one of the benches beneath it. His hand was gripping into the wood, then letting go again, making marks. He recalled he did this before, waiting for someone beneath the Glidergreen. But, instead of being anxious, like before, he was happy. He was able to cure Ariana of her curse now. She wouldn't be bound to Hircine, she would be able to sleep, wouldn't be forced to hunt and have the ever constant threat of becoming feral.

He was going to save someone, from something that was incredibly hard to cure. He had been lucky to even find the cure in the first place. But, it was worth it, worth every pain and curse those witches gave him. Because, he was going to do the right thing, and that was what mattered the most to him. 

[meadandmaces]

I Could Be Doing Good Things Right Now.

Kral had taken to wandering outside Markarth, he was unsure of entering the city of blood and stone. It wasn't a place for Stormcloaks, and a Thalmor presence was established. Not to mention Rorinil was in the middle of breaking Lucielle's heart right about now. And, that was one thing he didn't want to get involved in. It saddened him that Rorinil made that decision, but he supposed it was for the best. Kral knew more than anyone, you couldn't force Rori to do something he didn't want to do. Unless, you bribed him, but that's besides the point. Love was an entirely different game. And, Rori secretly liked doing the most ridiculous things.

He was still in his Orcish armour; with not a single bit of his skin showing, even his eyes were hard to see because of the helm, which was customised to have a visor. He didn't cover himself because he was the most handsome man in Skyrim; he just found that most people, just simply didn't like his face, and he couldn't blame them since he hardly had one. So, he took to walking up and down the road for quite a while, doing his best to give off airs that he wasn't to be approached because of important business.