#sinbadaen

[the-feline-curator]

@lionofmara

[the-feline-curator]

My ABCs | Sin / Ma’Za

It was a chilly day in Riften; perhaps one of the coldest of the season so far. A soft ‘brr’ left the mouth of a new envoy of Mara; the young man tucking the pamphlets under his arm before rubbing his gloved hands together for a brief moment.

As another person drew near, he hurriedly retrieved one of the flyers and held it out, proudly announcing that there is “all the information one could desire about Mara and sermons in Riften!”. They ignored him. They always did. 

Several hours into the song and dance, the man finally received somebody who didn’t ignore him - a Khajiit; quite small and lithe compared to others, and alarmingly had little to nothing on her feet or body to protect her from the elements. He offered a smile, and the feline took the paper. She didn’t read it, though.

From Ma’Zarabi’s view, she took the paper out of a distinct, unsettling feeling of guilt at the idea of ignoring the person - the cat had noticed that the man had been stood there most of the day, and so decided that perhaps taking it would at least mean she wasn’t as bad as others. It must be the hunger; normally, she wouldn’t care in the slightest.

Still, she made herself comfortable nearby, and stared at the paper, pretending to read. Her stomach practically roared, drawing the attention of the young envoy as he approached to ask about the Khajiit’s well-being in the freezing cold. He couldn’t help but notice that she had begun squinting at the page, as well.

Without thinking, he turned and walked back into the Temple to explain to the priests and priestesses what he saw. Ma’Zarabi was indifferent to his sudden disappearance, of course. 

Sniffing and placing the paper into her pack, she put clawed fingers between her chapped lips and whistled an improvised tune. It wasn’t long before her wolf returned; sitting beside his mutual partner and taking the brunt of the cold.

[dalamusrex]

Been practicing drawing a certain Lion :3c

@lionofmara

[dalamusrex]

The mending of souls is a delicate process. Sometimes the best gift is a good night's sleep ♡

[sszyrr-the-learned]

Tricky Situations [Vlad/Kae + Sinbadaen]

"BLAD. I am going to kill you when I get out of here, if you aren't the one who gets me out!" She shouts up at the top of the crag, hands perching on her hips. 

"It's Vlad," Vladich corrects while staring own into the dim crag at a perfectly-trapped Kael'airn, "and if you haven't noticed I don' happen t' have any rope on me. What d'you want me t' do-- Fly you out o' there?" He snarks down at her with his arms folded across his chest. 

See, it wasn't as if he didn't CARE she was down there. Being stuck in a twenty-something-foot deep perfectly-vertical scar-shaped hole in the ground wasn't a very fun feat to begin with, and although Kael'airn had SAID she was fine, Vlad could hear her limping when she moved around to look for a good spot to climb up at. He couldn't see what her injury might be and that was probably for the better, as she had sliced her calf open pretty deeply on a jag of rock and had only quickly bandaged it with part of her blanket to keep from bleeding all over the place. But still, it wasn't a good injury at all, even if it wasn't immediately mortal... 

Unfortunately for Kae, mind you, the crag bore strangely smooth walls and although there were a few roots growing from the top they were all too far for her to reach. The walls were too far apart to be able to scale in a wedge-type fashion, and the rock was far too hard to be able to dig out hand-holds for herself to make her way up. It'd take days just to chip away even one hand-hold with her small rabbit-skinning knife, and when you had any manner of beasts to worry about not to mention a lack of food and water... Nah. That just wasn't an option.

"I can go try t' flag down a passer-by further down th' road if ye' want?" Vladich looks down at her and tosses a thumb over his shoulder, "See if they've got somethin' ta' help?"

"We are TWENTY MILES out from The Rift -- What in the world makes you think there would be anybody out here this late in the day?? Everyone's closer to town, hoping to make it behind city walls before sunset arrives!" Kael'airn retorted.

"Oh, sorry," Vlad feigned an apologetic tone with a sharp tilt of his head, "I didn't know the plan was to sit here and do nothing. Sounds great!"

"BLAD."

"Vlad!" Vladich exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment before waving his hand dismissively, "Look-- Nevermind, alright? I'm gonna go find somebody an' you can jes' stay right there. If we're lucky, maybe Ssz'yrr will roll along and be able ta' yank y' out by yer' collar." He said and then, wanting to avoid further arguments, he turned to walk back up toward the road roughly a mile and a half away.

Kael'airn's bright golden eyes widened somewhat. Did he just leave?

"Blad?" She called.

....

"....VLAD??" She called a bit louder, a bit more frantically, her heart fluttering inside her chest, "Bl-- Vlad! You can't just walk off and leave me here! I'll starve here if you end up getting yourself eaten by something on the way back! Can't we just figure something else ou--"

WHAP. Before another word left her a thick leather sack came sailing over the edge of the crag, and it dropped down, down, down until it finally smacked Kae full in the face, making her lose her balance and fall down onto her behind.

"There! No starving! I'll be back soon!" Vlad called from a distance while Kae sat there by the sack of water-and-rations and rocked back and forth while holding her aching face.

I made the right decision, Kae told herself repeatedly in her head as fear of being abandoned in the stupid crag made the stark shadow of regret begin to crawl up into her belly, I made the right decision to tag along. I made the right decision. I did. He'll come back. He has to!

Of course he'd come back! She was part of the team now, wasn't she? If he'd stuck with Ssz'yrr for as long as he had so far, why wouldn't he stick through this to help Kael'airn out-- new-comer or not?

...Although WHEN, exactly, he'd come back was a different matter entirely.

Here he was, five hours later, still sitting by the main road cutting through the Aspen-covered forest of The Rift as he waited for somebody--ANYBODY to come rolling along. You'd think he'd have seen someone by now, right? But no! Not a single person seemed to be anywhere of note out here and it was beginning to stir some genuine concern in Vlad. He couldn't leave Kael'airn down there forever, afterall, and who knows what would happen to her down there if he took the time to go to town to find somebody? It'd be a day and a half before he got back to her, if not longer, and any sort of bandit or creature could get down there and she'd have no way to get away from them! Skeevers, especially, were excellent climbers and could likely get in there, tear her apart, and get out before anyone was the wiser if he went too far away.

At least at this distance he could hear her. Although he heard her PLENTY during the first two hours, he didn't hear her at all now and he simply figured she must've just gotten tired of shouting and yelling.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Vladich smeared his face all around with his palms and gave a long, drawn-out groan of discontent and frustration. He hung his head and wrapped his arms around his head in order to try and think on an alternative plan-- in the process, of course, missing the approach of a certain individual entirely as he made his way down the road in the direction of Riften.

"I really hope this ain't an omen." Vladich remarked idly, "If she's gonna pull the damsel-in-distress thing half the time we're with her... Ooooh, Aedra."

[chimaeracoloured]

this was originally a concept i had sketched up for lionofmara, but sneaktheif talked me out of it. i still think the art's good tho ;n;

[tortulja]

"Are you sure there were no survivors?"

Tortulja winced as a healer cleaned the wound on her side, but nodded solemnly. "I'm sure."