#raujel

[askdusty]

raujel:

“You haven’t seen the horker ribs, have you? Enough fat there for an orphanage to get through the winter. Fucking good, too. You should try it. You look like you need it.” 

“Now, what’re you implying about my figure? I eat just fine, thank you, even if I’m not as well-endowed as I imagine you like your women, if you like your women anything like how you like your meat.” Her nose screws up for a moment and she makes a face. “... What an awful sentence. Cider’s a little stronger than I’d thought. Would you like an apple cider caramel, speaking of?”

[vvardenfellcat]

💬

J’hasi frowned.

“That guy at the festival? Seems nice, just doesn’t talk much is all. I...I was pretty drunk, so I don’t remember much more other than his eyes. They were real pretty.” The Khajiit rubbed at his jaw, thinking before shrugging.

“Wouldn’t mind having him at my back in a barfight, but anyone who looks like they can take and throw a punch is more than worth their salt in that sort of situation.”

[whatoddities]

✿! [Maybe Bo? Your choice, tho!]

[Prompt]

✿ Appearance

“Well, he makes for an intimidating figure, doesn’t he?” Bo murmured, eyes following the stranger as he made his way through the market. Of course, there was little about the mer that read as anything other than “keep away” and Bo was certain that was intentional.

[reachvanguard-blog]

✿

✿ Appearance

Rori’s first thought was that someone had made up a man as a mer, or somehow made room for a man in a mer’s skin. Too brawny, too gruff, to be what she thought a mer was. His parentage was inscrutable, but it wasn’t enough Nord to make her edgy.

No, the axes he held were enough for that, the set of his gaze, the unspoken threat in his stance. She would have to tread carefully, but he was not her enemy. Not yet. If he made even the slightest wrong move, however, she’d be safer with a spear through his gut than not.

[askdusty]

⌨ - time-wasting habits

“Very little is a waste of time if I choose to do it. All serves its purpose, yes? But I suppose some things are less essential than others, and there are a few times when I’m out to kill time. I read - if not a book, then some of my own old documentation. It’s good to keep up on old work and remember what I’ve done in the past, lest I forget something. In good weather I might go for a walk, in bad I might cook or work on some personal experiments in my little laboratory. I’ll sew, as well, and knit a little bit. Gods now I’ll be glad for things to do if I get snowed in, this winter.”

[tinkerbrielle]

♡☓

I mean, what’s not to like? He’s handsome, brawny, scarred up, gruff, and easy to get along with. He’s interested in sex, and seems like the type not to get hung up on it after. Can’t say how good of sex it would be, yet, but that’s the risk you run when you’re eager to sleep around.

Just wish he didn’t have this weird thing about walls. Difficult to find a workaround for that sort of thing without fucking in the woods, and, to be honest, it’s too cold up here for that nonsense.

[askdusty]

♡ ☓

“Well, he’s handsome in a gruff, bulky sort of way. Not the kind of man you’d take to a romantic dinner, but quite fuckable at a glance. And he must be a half-decent hunter to survive the way he does.

Oh, but his manners! Atrocious. I still don’t know what I said wrong that set him off. If I ever see him again, I’m going to give him drink and good, fatty meat to put him in better spirits. See if there’s a nice man somewhere under all that muscle, hair and grump.”

[reachvanguard-blog]

Trapped by Circumstance

There was no point in chiding the sabrecat; he wouldn’t understand, and it wasn’t really his fault. Neither of them had seen the cleverly-hidden snare, designed to trap hare and pheasant, but just large enough to also catch a boot, or Anluan’s paw. He’d practically snapped and uprooted the poor sapling it had been attached to in an attempt to get away, and now he was grumbling and whining as Rori tried to get him free.

“Shhh,” Her soft mantra of shushing noises wasn’t helping, but at least he’d stopped squirming. It was still difficult to get at the knot, and it was one she wasn’t familiar with. Too tight to the skin to cut it, she was stuck sitting there, holding the cat’s paw, picking at the knot while he became ever more anxious.

Rori wasn’t without her own worries; snares didn’t just sprout up from the ground. The owner could be by any minute, and she would like to be away from there before that came to pass.