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Once Sabine leaned over Peiter, she would easily be able to tell that he had ran through a thornbush. He had several cuts and scrapes across his stomach and legs, along with a few thorns that had detached and were still sticking out of him. While painful, this normally would not have elicited such a reaction from him. He was accustomed to dealing with such minor injuries, after all. However, he had left the camp in a rush before grabbing his loincloth, something that he was now regretting immensely. The fact that he was curled in a ball with his hands held precariously over his groin left little question as to the source of his pain.
"Ow, ow, I, uh...it's not dangerous. But...ahhh. Why am I such an idiot?" Peiter began. He was breathing rather heavily, gritting his teeth and looking up at Sabine with eyes that were quickly watering. "It was a...thornbush. And...ahh."
"My parents were from Kvatch, but I'm from Riverhold." Vilana answered. "It's not often that an Imperial citizen willingly moves to the Dominion, but the draw of profit is a strong one, I suppose. I've lived in Elsweyr my whole life, I just ended up moving south later on. As for the lycans here, I guess there's just more variety here than in Bruma. I can't say I've ever met a werecrocodile before. We have some Argonians in our clan, but I don't think most of them are even from Black Marsh. I'm not entirely, sure though. There aren't many, and I've only, um, spoken to one of them. But, he was a werelion, not to mention a low-down, good-for-nothing, colorblind scoundrel." She said, baring her teeth almost reflexively as she thought back. "He was a womanizer about twice as bad as you describe your pack alpha, but just good enough at sweet-talking a drunk woman to sound enticing. I don't think he's with us anymore, though, so you don't have to worry about him."
"Ow, ow, I, uh...it's not dangerous. But...ahhh. Why am I such an idiot?" Peiter began. He was breathing rather heavily, gritting his teeth and looking up at Sabine with eyes that were quickly watering. "It was a...thornbush. And...ahh."
"My parents were from Kvatch, but I'm from Riverhold." Vilana answered. "It's not often that an Imperial citizen willingly moves to the Dominion, but the draw of profit is a strong one, I suppose. I've lived in Elsweyr my whole life, I just ended up moving south later on. As for the lycans here, I guess there's just more variety here than in Bruma. I can't say I've ever met a werecrocodile before. We have some Argonians in our clan, but I don't think most of them are even from Black Marsh. I'm not entirely, sure though. There aren't many, and I've only, um, spoken to one of them. But, he was a werelion, not to mention a low-down, good-for-nothing, colorblind scoundrel." She said, baring her teeth almost reflexively as she thought back. "He was a womanizer about twice as bad as you describe your pack alpha, but just good enough at sweet-talking a drunk woman to sound enticing. I don't think he's with us anymore, though, so you don't have to worry about him."
Peiter was actually rather surprised, and impressed, with Sabine's explanation. He raised his brow at her and smiled. "I'll be honest, that isn't close to what I was expecting. That's creative; I certainly wouldn't have thought of it. A snakeskin is thin, but tough, and is already in the perfect shape to wear around the neck. I really do think I understand why you like alchemy so much; you have the perfect mind for it. You seem to like creating things, and solving problems. Alchemy lets you do all that."
Since the forest was rather thick, they were running alongside, and sometimes through, various bushes and vines rather frequently, just as they had been for the past week. However, Peiter was not being quite as attentive as usual, so he did not manage to avoid a particular bush which he ended up running partially through. Almost immediately, he yelped and collapsed to the ground. He quickly curled into a ball and gritted his teeth as he hissed in pain. "Ahh...why...me?" He groaned.
Vilana's pride each returned Uthri's greeting, though they still stayed out of the conversation and instead focused mostly on keeping watch. Vilana herself had to think for a moment about Uthri's question. Although she had been a member of the clan for quite a while, she did not often think about its demographics. "Well, I wouldn't say we're mostly one kind of lycan, not like you describe anyway. I'd say over half of us are werelions, but it's not too big of a majority. The second biggest group is of course werewolves. They are found in every province in Tamriel, from what I understand. There is a group of werevultures among us, mostly from Valenwood, and a few individuals that are something else. Like Durloph. He's from Orsinium, and I think wereboars are more common up there." She explained.
Since the forest was rather thick, they were running alongside, and sometimes through, various bushes and vines rather frequently, just as they had been for the past week. However, Peiter was not being quite as attentive as usual, so he did not manage to avoid a particular bush which he ended up running partially through. Almost immediately, he yelped and collapsed to the ground. He quickly curled into a ball and gritted his teeth as he hissed in pain. "Ahh...why...me?" He groaned.
Vilana's pride each returned Uthri's greeting, though they still stayed out of the conversation and instead focused mostly on keeping watch. Vilana herself had to think for a moment about Uthri's question. Although she had been a member of the clan for quite a while, she did not often think about its demographics. "Well, I wouldn't say we're mostly one kind of lycan, not like you describe anyway. I'd say over half of us are werelions, but it's not too big of a majority. The second biggest group is of course werewolves. They are found in every province in Tamriel, from what I understand. There is a group of werevultures among us, mostly from Valenwood, and a few individuals that are something else. Like Durloph. He's from Orsinium, and I think wereboars are more common up there." She explained.
Peiter laughed and gave a prideful grin. "Tired, me? We haven't run a fraction of the distance that Lorag had us running in training. Pretty sure I'll be going a lot longer than you." He teased. Although, the pace at which they were moving was not particularly draining, so they had the chance to take in their surroundings. Due to how thick the forest was, they were now out of sight of the camp, though still not that far away. Likely, they would run in a circular pattern around the camp, just close enough that they could run back quickly if something happened.
"So...you need a snakeskin. We might be able to find one, actually. I know I've caught the scent of a few of them during our searches. What do you plan on making with it?" Peiter asked between breaths.
Vilana let out a deep breath. "Just being alive is well-enough in my book." She commented. Like Uthri, she sat back in a more relaxed pose and started breathing slowly. Looking at each of her pride, most of them showed some signs of fatigue, so they had likely been walking for a while that day.
"Everyone's been affected by the hardship, but we're all alive, so at least there's that. We're all werelions, apart from Durloph." Vilana explained, pointing to the Orc. "He's a wereboar. As for everyone else, that's Zihla, Ja'sirahd, Do'raaj and his son M'basi." She explained, pointing to each of them in sequence. We're scouts, as you can probably tell."
"So...you need a snakeskin. We might be able to find one, actually. I know I've caught the scent of a few of them during our searches. What do you plan on making with it?" Peiter asked between breaths.
Vilana let out a deep breath. "Just being alive is well-enough in my book." She commented. Like Uthri, she sat back in a more relaxed pose and started breathing slowly. Looking at each of her pride, most of them showed some signs of fatigue, so they had likely been walking for a while that day.
"Everyone's been affected by the hardship, but we're all alive, so at least there's that. We're all werelions, apart from Durloph." Vilana explained, pointing to the Orc. "He's a wereboar. As for everyone else, that's Zihla, Ja'sirahd, Do'raaj and his son M'basi." She explained, pointing to each of them in sequence. We're scouts, as you can probably tell."
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
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Even before the carousel’s attendant said anything, Ssarak knew he was far too large to accompany Lyn. As such, he simply waited off to the side to observe the large machine. It seemed as if Lyn was going to have to cancel her ride when the attendant explained that the horses were fatigued, until Tyrael intervened. Of course, to say that Tyrael’s “solution” was unnerving would be an understatement. Demons: Tyrael’s first choice as a solution to any problem. He used demon hounds to keep the ride going, which was more than enough to scare away some of the children who had been awaiting their turn. Ssarak was not comfortable with the casual use of such monsters, but it was not as if he was going to be able to convince Tyrael, of all people, to change his ways.
It was not long afterwards that Ssarak heard a familiar voice in his mind, one that he recognized immediately. Satori was a difficult person to trust, but he knew her tone to be serious, and she had not yet deceived him in serious matters. Almost instantly, his gaze started to scan the crowd around them, looking for anyone who seemed out of place.
Since Ssarak could possibly need to act quickly, he decided to warn Meirin as soon as possible using psychomancy, so as not to alert Tyrael. ”I just received a warning from Satori. There is a girl nearby, Human, who could be dangerous. But, she wants me to make sure that Tyrael does not harm her.”
Overall, it did not take much effort for Ssarak to find the girl whom Satori most likely warned him about. He did not even need his magic to see that she her actions as being odd. Most of the crowd around them were generally upbeat and enjoying the festivities, but not this one. Her movements were nervous, just as her expression. He could see the glistening of sweat on her skin, even though the air was rather mild at this hour. And, she was walking straight towards them. Ssarak made eye contact with her and approached, though not with any particular hostility. “Greetings, friend. Is there something wrong? You appear nervous.” He said politely. At the same time, he reached into her mind with his magic to see what thoughts he could obtain.
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Even before the carousel’s attendant said anything, Ssarak knew he was far too large to accompany Lyn. As such, he simply waited off to the side to observe the large machine. It seemed as if Lyn was going to have to cancel her ride when the attendant explained that the horses were fatigued, until Tyrael intervened. Of course, to say that Tyrael’s “solution” was unnerving would be an understatement. Demons: Tyrael’s first choice as a solution to any problem. He used demon hounds to keep the ride going, which was more than enough to scare away some of the children who had been awaiting their turn. Ssarak was not comfortable with the casual use of such monsters, but it was not as if he was going to be able to convince Tyrael, of all people, to change his ways.
It was not long afterwards that Ssarak heard a familiar voice in his mind, one that he recognized immediately. Satori was a difficult person to trust, but he knew her tone to be serious, and she had not yet deceived him in serious matters. Almost instantly, his gaze started to scan the crowd around them, looking for anyone who seemed out of place.
Since Ssarak could possibly need to act quickly, he decided to warn Meirin as soon as possible using psychomancy, so as not to alert Tyrael. ”I just received a warning from Satori. There is a girl nearby, Human, who could be dangerous. But, she wants me to make sure that Tyrael does not harm her.”
Overall, it did not take much effort for Ssarak to find the girl whom Satori most likely warned him about. He did not even need his magic to see that she her actions as being odd. Most of the crowd around them were generally upbeat and enjoying the festivities, but not this one. Her movements were nervous, just as her expression. He could see the glistening of sweat on her skin, even though the air was rather mild at this hour. And, she was walking straight towards them. Ssarak made eye contact with her and approached, though not with any particular hostility. “Greetings, friend. Is there something wrong? You appear nervous.” He said politely. At the same time, he reached into her mind with his magic to see what thoughts he could obtain.
Once he had his shoes, Peiter was about to walk over and grab his loincloth before Sabine suddenly ran off into the forest, prompting him to quickly run after her. "Ah, wait up!" He shouted, though if Sabine was being competitive, he knew his shouts would be falling on deaf ears.
At a quickened pace, it did not take Peiter too long to catch up to Sabine, since she likely did not want to exhaust herself just as their run was beginning. "In a hurry, aren't you?" He commented as he ran up alongside her and matched her pace. There were no real easy paths through the forest, so they could not run too quickly anyway. "I didn't think you'd be so enthusiastic for a jog."
Vilana was attentive as she listened to Uthri's description of her pack. She had guessed that, with the size of the Champion's group, she had not brought just one pack, though she supposed that the Champion could have a larger pack. With how Uthri described it, she did wonder how her pack actually managed to get along with one another, but did not comment on it. "Living in the clan is...tense right now. We're not starving anymore, like we were when we first fled, but there's always that feeling that something could go wrong at any moment. We know that we can't survive another attack like the last one, so our patrols have been focused on finding enemy scouts before they find us. At the very least, we'd be able to flee before a large enemy force arrived. The outpost wasn't built to hold as many people as we have, so we've had to build up a camp on the forest floor beneath it for everyone else. At the very least, we have enough food, and a good source of clean water. Most days are spent hunting or training, though I have heard rumors that our leadership has been looking into how to safely get out a message. With you all here, though, that might not be necessary. No matter what they think of the Champion, a lot of people are probably going to be relieved to see you here. The hope that someone might be coming to help us will go a long way." She explained.
At a quickened pace, it did not take Peiter too long to catch up to Sabine, since she likely did not want to exhaust herself just as their run was beginning. "In a hurry, aren't you?" He commented as he ran up alongside her and matched her pace. There were no real easy paths through the forest, so they could not run too quickly anyway. "I didn't think you'd be so enthusiastic for a jog."
Vilana was attentive as she listened to Uthri's description of her pack. She had guessed that, with the size of the Champion's group, she had not brought just one pack, though she supposed that the Champion could have a larger pack. With how Uthri described it, she did wonder how her pack actually managed to get along with one another, but did not comment on it. "Living in the clan is...tense right now. We're not starving anymore, like we were when we first fled, but there's always that feeling that something could go wrong at any moment. We know that we can't survive another attack like the last one, so our patrols have been focused on finding enemy scouts before they find us. At the very least, we'd be able to flee before a large enemy force arrived. The outpost wasn't built to hold as many people as we have, so we've had to build up a camp on the forest floor beneath it for everyone else. At the very least, we have enough food, and a good source of clean water. Most days are spent hunting or training, though I have heard rumors that our leadership has been looking into how to safely get out a message. With you all here, though, that might not be necessary. No matter what they think of the Champion, a lot of people are probably going to be relieved to see you here. The hope that someone might be coming to help us will go a long way." She explained.
Vilana shrugged her shoulders as she looked around the camp. "Not really. Though, perhaps you could just tell me about your pack in general? I could tell you about the clan. It might help to pass the day." She suggested. Though, she paused to allow Uthri to answer Sabine once she spoke up.
S'ajira looked around at Vilana's pride once she was asked for her input on the two youths going for a run, though it was impossible to tell what she was actually thinking. For a few moments, she raised her snout in the air and took a few sniffs, then returned her gaze to Uthri and nodded. She returned to laying down near the center of camp with no further "comment," so she seemed to have no issue with it.
"Alright, thanks. We'll make sure not to go far. Just want to get a bit of exercise today." Peiter commented. Walking over to his belongings, he started to put on his shoes. As he was tightening them around his feet, he gave a chuckle and looked up to Sabine. "Even as hot as it is, I probably shouldn't run entirely naked. I don't suppose you ever made progress on that potion to keep us cool, did you? What I wouldn't give to have a few...dozen of those. It's...really obvious that I'm from Bruma, isn't it?"
S'ajira looked around at Vilana's pride once she was asked for her input on the two youths going for a run, though it was impossible to tell what she was actually thinking. For a few moments, she raised her snout in the air and took a few sniffs, then returned her gaze to Uthri and nodded. She returned to laying down near the center of camp with no further "comment," so she seemed to have no issue with it.
"Alright, thanks. We'll make sure not to go far. Just want to get a bit of exercise today." Peiter commented. Walking over to his belongings, he started to put on his shoes. As he was tightening them around his feet, he gave a chuckle and looked up to Sabine. "Even as hot as it is, I probably shouldn't run entirely naked. I don't suppose you ever made progress on that potion to keep us cool, did you? What I wouldn't give to have a few...dozen of those. It's...really obvious that I'm from Bruma, isn't it?"
I'll attempt to make a quick one.
I am not entirely sure.
Vilana's expression overall was neutral, and contemplating of the question. The only thing that could be said for certain about her was that she was having a difficult time coming up with an answer. "Afraid of her? I've never met her. Like I said, I don't know what to think about her. I don't know what is truth, and what is a lie. I know she pretty much has absolute authority over me, so I do have a bit of a reason to be nervous, but I don't think Hircine would pick someone who can't handle power."
Peiter stared at the bottle for a few moments in thought. He swirled it around lightly in circles for a few seconds, as if that would somehow reveal any magic in the bottle. "Well, if I'm going to test it, then I suppose I'll need to do something that would get me tired. Maybe we can do something together? How about a quick jog? We could take the time to admire the forest without having to search every nook and cranny for the clan. This place is rather beautiful, when you can take the time to look at it."
Peiter stared at the bottle for a few moments in thought. He swirled it around lightly in circles for a few seconds, as if that would somehow reveal any magic in the bottle. "Well, if I'm going to test it, then I suppose I'll need to do something that would get me tired. Maybe we can do something together? How about a quick jog? We could take the time to admire the forest without having to search every nook and cranny for the clan. This place is rather beautiful, when you can take the time to look at it."
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