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Whumptober Day 19: Bitten

Serana tried to not feel nervous as Muz-Lari sat cross-legged on the floor, facing her mother’s books.

She was being honest when she told the young dragonborn that she would respect her decision on how to enter the soul cairn. And she would. But she couldn’t help but feel…something at the thought of turning Muz-Lari into a vampire.

She was also glad that they were the only ones on this particular adventure. It would have been a lot more awkward suggesting taking a piece of Muz-Lari’s soul or her becoming a vampire if any of their other friends were around.

Serana turned away from Muz-Lari and started looking at her mother’s alchemy station.

How did her mother get this stuff down here without her noticing?

Serana couldn’t remember the last time she had been open with anyone who wasn’t her mother. Yet, she found herself at ease with Muz-Lari. She was less peaceful with some of her other companions, but maybe that was more of an issue with her than them.

Serana scanned the ingredients in her mother’s stash. Some of these were valuable and they were all preserved very well. She was sure that they could still be useful.

A series of dull thumps echoed in the room.

Serana looked up, distracted by the sound. She quickly realized that it was Muz-Lari slapping the floor with her tail as she hummed to herself.

Sighing, Serana grabbed a handful of ingredients and set them up on the alchemy station.

Time seemed to stand still as Serana lost herself in potion making. The two women sharing the small laboratory, yet each leaving the other to their thoughts.

“Serana.”

Serana looked up from the alchemy station to see Muz-Lari standing on the upper floor of the lab. The light of the portal casting strange shadows on her face.

“I’ve made my decision.”

Serana nodded.

“Alright. What do you want to do,” she asked, infinitely grateful that her voice was steady as she addressed her friend.

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whumptober 2: “Pick who dies”

Fandom: Skyrim

Title: Watery Interlude #12: At The Abadoned Cabin

Characters: Muz-Lari (argonian dragonborn oc), Astrid (unnamed), Serana

Rating: G/T

Muz-Lari bared her teeth at the assassin.

For a moment, she thought about Shouting the bitch apart and taking the cabin key from her corpse. But she could still hear the storm and Shouts from the fighting dragons outside. She knew if she started Shouting, they would see it as a challenge and bring her into their dominance match. And with no armor or weapons, she wasn’t sure if she’d last long enough to get away.

She wasn’t sure if she would want to get away.

Ignoring that thought, Muz-Lari covered her teeth. Her orange eyes narrowed on the woman in front of her.

“I’m pretty sure you noticed that I don’t have a weapon on me.”

She spread her arms to emphasize her point.

The assassin chuckled. “Don’t worry. You can borrow mine.”

She threw a curved dagger towards the earth colored argonian.

Muz-Lari caught the dagger. She stared at the assassin for a second longer before she looked away to examine the dagger. She spun it in her hand and tested its curved edge for sharpness.

It will do.

She then turned her head to the three bound occupants in the room. Two nords, a male and female, and a male khajiit.

Best get this over with.

Serana walked around the edge of Windstad manor. Muz-Lari had been gone for hours and no one knew where she had gone. No one was willing to say it, yet, but they were all growing concerned. Where was that stubborn woman now?

A soft squelch caused Serana to turn her head. The relief was instant when she saw Muz-Lari walking towards her.

“There you are,” Serana said, walking towards her friend. “We were starting to get worried. You shouldn’t sneak off like that, you know.”

Words fell flat on her tongue once she was in front of Muz-Lari.

“What happened,” Serana asked, as she cupped her hands around Muz-Lari’s face and forced orange eyes to meet her gold. “You look pale.”

Muz-Lari shook her head.

“I’ll tell you later. Can we go inside? I’m cold.”

“Alright,” Serana acquiesced. “But as soon as you’re not looking half drowned, you’re going to tell where you’ve been and what you’ve done.”

Muz-Lari nodded and let Serana support her as they walked back to the manor.

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whumptober 25: Ringing Ears

Fandom: Skyrim

Title: Before Labyrinthian

Characters: Bikhai, Ko’va (khajiit oc), Lucien Flavius, Muz-Lari (argonian dragonborn; there and mentioned but doesn’t speak)

Rating: G/T

Mother Cat’s mercy, Bikhai thought as he watched Ko’va rub her temple.

Bikhai and Ko’va sat on the steps of Labyrinthian. Ko’va rested, her eyes closed as she leaned on Bikhai, her head on his shoulder. While Muz-Lari and Lucien restored the front door.

Bikhai knew that they needed to recover the Staff of Magnus to save the College, but he had watched how Ko’va had kept rubbing her temples and shaking her head the entire trek here. And her eyes still hadn’t lost the dazed look they had after she regained consciousness after Ancano’s assault with the Eye. 

He knew this was important, direly so. But…

“Ko’va,” Bikhai said. “How are you feeling now?”

“I’ve got a headache,” Ko’va admitted, her eyes still closed. “But my ears have stopped ringing. So that’s something.”

Bikhai hummed thoughtfully.

For a moment, he thought about asking Ko’va to take cover and wait outside while he and the others looked for the staff. But he knew she wouldn’t accept that. To be honest, he didn’t think he would accept it either if their roles were reversed.

That only left Bikhai with one option.

“Ko’va,” Bikhai said again, wanting the female’s attention.

Ko’va noticed the change in Bikhai’s tone. She opened her eyes and turned slightly dazed honey orbs to her companion.

“Bikhai just wants you to know that he is with you. He will do whatever it takes for you to claim this Staff of Magnus,” He gave her slight crooked smile. “And live to talk about it.”

Ko’va smiled back. She clasped one of Bikhai’s hands with her own and started to purr. She then laid her head back down on the male’s shoulder.

Bikhai returned the squeeze and laid his head on Ko’va’s, her purr resounding in his chest.

They sat there for a moment, finding strength and comfort in each other. All too soon, Lucien’s voice rang out.

“We got it! The door’s open!”

Bikhai helped Ko’va stand as they pulled away from each other. As they walked up the stairs and faced the now open door to Labyrinthian, Bikhai could feel the fur on the back of his neck bristle.

The place reeked of dark magic.

Bikhai then swallowed his discomfort and steeled himself.

We will get through this. He will make sure of it.

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Inigo: Look at the stars, my friends. Aren’t they something?

Ma’kara: They are. Back in Balmora, this one could never see more than one or two stars at night. Now, there are always so many that it amazes her.  

Muz-Lari: I never had a problem seeing stars in Murkmire. What surprised me was the aurora. You can’t see it anywhere in the southern provinces. 

Inigo: True. There’s nothing quite like it in Cyrodiil or Elsweyr. 

Serana: I don’t really remember staring at the night sky before I met any of you. Listening to you three talk about how new and amazing the view is, it makes me feel a little shallow. I’ve been under these stars and the aurora most of my life and I never stopped to appreciate how beautiful they are. What do you think S’ariq?

S’ariq: Eh. It’s alright, he supposes. It is just light after all.  

Muz-Lari: Says the one who’s lived in Skyrim all his life.

Inigo: And hasn’t spent centuries locked in a tomb.

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Lydia: Welcome home, my Thane. -sees Inigo, Ko’va, Kharjo, and Nanak- Ah, the cat pack is here.

Inigo, Kharjo, Ko’va:………….

Nanak: Don’t call us that. Ever.

Inigo: Don’t bother. She’ll forget that you said that in two minutes.

Ko’va: Lydia’s not that forgetful. She’ll remember…..till the end of the day.

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whumptober 17: Wrongfully Accused

Fandom: Skyrim

Title: Watery Interlude #4: We Hate Windhelm

Characters: Muz-Lari (oc dragonborn), Lashur Urot (oc orismer)

Rating: G/T

Muz-Lari sighed through her nose as a guard glared at her. The joys of Windhelm.

“Hands to yourself, lizard,” the guard hissed. “And if I even think you might be fiddling with a lock, I’ll-“

“You’ll what,” Lashur growled as she stepped between Muz-Lari and the guard.

Lashur stood at her full height, face to face with the nord guard. They stood face to helmet for several long heartbeats, daring the other to move.

Eventually, the guard quietly stepped back.

“I’ll be watching you,” they mumbled before walking away.

Lashur snorted.

“Sorry-ass bastard,” Lashur muttered lowly, steel still in her gaze.

Muz-Lari stood next to Lashur and leaned her shoulder against her friend.

“I’m surprised they didn’t call you a pig.”

“Right,” Lashur huffed. “Probably scared I would have punched them,” she finished with a grin.

“Wouldn’t you?”

“That’s not the point. Now c’mon,” Lashur laughed as she put an arm around Muz-Lari’s shoulder. “Let’s go find the boys and get outta here.”

“Ornel and Inigo are by the docks. S’ariq said he was ‘shopping’. I’m not sure about Lucien and Nanak.”

“Probably at the White Phial. Why is Ornel by the docks?”

Muz-Lari blinked innocently at Lashur.

“There’s orphans down there, isn’t there,” Lashur said.

Muz-Lari hummed in affirmation.

“Of course. Let’s go see them.”