EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei narrowed her eyes as she looked over the harsh red mark on Gallus' chest. It was quite evident that the minotaur had, in fact, landed at least one blow. "Hmm, if anything was broken, you would be very aware of it by this point. Regardless, it would do no harm for me to examine it. Hold still for a moment." She instructed as she placed her hand on his chest and charged it with magical energy.

Ahnasha seemed both surprised and impressed with Tzirret's recount of the fight. Given the difficulty of her first minotaur kill, she knew what it meant to bring one down for the first time. "You managed to kill it with basically only one blow? Now that, I wouldn't have expected. My first minotaur kill was filled with holes from my bound arrows; didn't leave me with much usable hide afterwards. Although, I do suppose it does only take one good, precise strike to kill pretty much anything, except for maybe a dragon or something. It's a good thing you didn't try going for the head; their skulls are like iron, as I learned the hard way. Regardless, you did very well. Getting it right through the ribs like that, you must have hit either its heart or lungs. A clean kill. After we get the corpse back here, I say we make you a good set of leathers out of it, or two. Mine barely had enough for a few loincloths, but you should be able to get a lot more. Not to mention those horns. Unless you want to use them for alchemy, or keep them in their natural state, you could make a nice bit of jewelry out of them." Ahnasha recommended.

Since Tzirret was receiving his congratulations, La'khay walked over and gave him a pat on the back. Even Lorag walked up to the group and gave an approving nod to the young Khajiit.

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

I do agree with that sentiment.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Hello.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak Dyreackthanose
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Ironically, Ssarak was just as clueless as to what the others were describing as Lyn was. His homeland was entirely inhospitable to virtually all exotic creatures, so to attempt to gather foreign animals in such a way would require a steady supply of runes. As a result, it was not generally a profitable venture. Likewise, “carousel” was a word he had never even heard before, so he had no concept of what that could be.

Ssarak had no particular issue accompanying Tyrael, as long as Meirin was still willing to stay. The professor’s personality was one of the farthest from likable possible, and he generally made no effort to act otherwise. Not to mention, he was a demon, or at least, a fallen. There was a definite distinction between the two, but for most of those who were not demonmancers, they were one in the same. It was surprising to Ssarak that Lyn actually liked being around him, though Ssarak mostly attributed that to her youthful innocence. At the very least, Ssarak could respect Tyrael’s abilities, his consistency, and the fact that he was seemingly loyal to the College.

”Being that I am unfamiliar with either of those, anything you do will likely be new to me. The performance we just watched was certainly a new experience.” Ssarak commented.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Well, if we're not moving on quite yet, I'll try to figure out what to write today.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Gallus' group attracted some attention as they returned, considering what they were carrying. In particular, Peiter took interest in the pair of oversized horns under Tzirret's arm. He walked over to him and looked over his trophies with some measure of disbelief. "A minotaur? You mean one of those giant, man-like bulls with skulls like iron and the temperament of Gallus after a woman denies him? I'll admit, that's almost hard to believe."

Ahnasha too seemed to be curious about Tzirret. She did not stand up, but she did eye the horns under Tzirret's arms curiously. "A minotaur is indeed an impressive kill. I had to take down a big one before, as a test from Hircine to prove worthy enough to speak with him. They're tough, and excessively strong. It took quite a few arrows and well-placed blades to finish it off. That must have been a tough fight; how much did it take for you to bring it down?" She asked.

While a few of the others were questioning Tzirret, Meesei approached Gallus and La'khay. "I suppose since you're alone you did not find the clan? None of us had any luck either, though I suppose it is only the first day of searching. Did you find anything else worth mentioning?"

La'khay nodded. "Well, we did find a Khajiit corspe in the minotaur den. La'khay didn't recognize him, unfortunately, and the smell in the cave makes it hard to tell if he was a lycan. But, it's possible one of my pride could recognize him, if he was part of our clan. In any case, one of us should probably take a group back to the den anyway. There's a lot of meat on the minotaur, and some more in the cave we might be able to take. It could extend our food stores for a while."

"Very well, I will gather up a few of the others, then one of you can take us back when you're ready." Meesei responded. "Now, were any of you hurt during the encounter?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Gave a quick post, but it's time for me to get to bed. You can bring us back to camp if you don't have anything else in mind. The clan isn't to be found on the first day.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Once Tzirret let go of her, La'khay quickly grabbed up her belongings and held them under her arm. Some of the straps had snapped from the quick transformation, but it would be easy to fix back at camp. As Gallus directed her attention to the Khajiit corpse, she gave a grimace, but reluctantly examined the decaying body. "La'khay...does not know. Not for sure. She does not recognize that one's face, but she didn't know everyone in the clan. This one...doesn't think he smells like a lycan, but the decay makes it hard to tell."

La'khay looked away from the as soon as she had given her answer, instead focusing on the minotaur. It seemed Tzirret was taking a well-deserved trophy from what was essentially his kill, even if he hadn't technically finished it off. Hopefully, the horns would serve as a reminder to him that he could actually be a strong hunter. As for the rest of the body, La'khay knew they could not carry it themselves, but it would be a shame to let it go to waste. "We still need to cover the rest of our area, but let's try to remember where this cave is. Our food supplies are running low in camp, and there's a lot of meat here. Some of it is rotting, but this minotaur could feed us for a while, and we could get some meat from the other carcasses. We just have to be able to lead the others back here." She suggested.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Since the threat had passed, La'khay closed her eyes and started to calm her beast spirit while Tzirret was hugging her. She took in a few, deep breaths as she focused on clearing her mind. Beast spirits were typically not too keen on relinquishing control so soon after transforming, but after about a minute of silence, her body finally began to shift back into her normal form.

Once back to normal, La'khay was able to wrap her arms around Tzirret as well to continue to give him comfort. It was honestly difficult to tell how Tzirret was feeling at the moment. On the one hand, he did seem to recognize his own success, but on the other, he was still in tears, and apparently in need of comfort. His timid nature made him a hard Khajiit to understand. Regardless, she wanted to encourage him. Now that she could think more clearly, she could see that this frightening affair was actually a good opportunity to bolster his confidence. "Yes, you did good, Tzirret. You were afraid, but you did it anyway. La'khay is proud of you, not to mention grateful." She said with a smile.

After a few moments, La'khay's grin started to take on that now-familiar mischievous quality. Glancing back, she could see that Gallus was preoccupied with retrieving his weapon, and therefore, not looking in their direction. Quickly, she gave him a kiss straight on the lips, then pulled away grinning. "Congratulations."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The pull of La'khay's beast spirit started to wane once she saw that the minotaur was most certainly dead. Slowly, she walked up to Tzirret as Gallus was comforting him and stood uncomfortably beside them. Although it had been ended quickly, the whole situation had been terribly stressful for her, and obviously Tzirret.

Once Gallus mentioned the calf, La'khay turned her gaze to it. Her current form did not show the same subtleties of expression as her Khajiit form, but her slight grimace did show that she was not thrilled at the prospect of slaying the small creature. "Yeah...why don't you do that?" She finally answered.

Keeping herself low, La'khay walked around behind Gallus so that she was in front of Tzirret. "Tzirret." She said as she sat down, pausing until he looked up at her. "You saved us, cloudy-cat. You actually did it." She said warmly. And, since hugging was more threatening in this form than anything, La'khay expressed her gratitude by licking his snout. Uncomfortable or no, she did have good intentions.