EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Throughout the whole ordeal, Peiter did what he could to keep his mind empty, but it was something he simply could not do. Knowing what was happening was enough to give him thoughts he didn't want at the moment. Her healing was good enough to keep him out of pain, at the least, but that also meant that there was less to distract. "Yeah, probably. It does feel nice running without them in this heat, but it's definitely, definitely not worth it."

Sabine was able to remove the thorns and heal the superficial cuts, but unfortunately, Peiter was starting to face a problem of a different nature. As soon as he could, he stood up and faced away from Sabine before it got worse. He stared off at seemingly nothing in the forest as his heart started racing. With more time to think, he might have faced towards the camp and started leading the way back, but currently, he was facing the wrong direction for that. He gave no explanation for why he suddenly jumped up and turned away, but he had appeared rather nervous beforehand.

Vilana put on a frown as well as she thought back to that particularly unfortunate part of her past. "Well, I never knew any of his pack, or cared to ask who they were. Honestly, I never wanted to see his face again. If he has an arrangement like that with someone...then honestly, it doesn't surprise me in the least. I prefer something more intimate, honestly."

Turning her head to S'ajira, Vilana's expression became a bit more positive. "Well, this...Colors not withstanding, I do look forward to meeting the rest of you all. You are the first real outside contact we've had since the attack."

S'ajira lifted her head up towards the pair and nodded, then stretched out her muscles in a relaxed fashion to demonstrate that she had taken no offense. She knew not only that Vilana's criticisms of Colers were valid, but that she was far from the first woman to make them.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Well, the house has a leak in the wall. Luckily, it's a simple leak where the water is going straight through a hole to the inside, and not lingering in the wall or anything. It just needs some more sealant on the outside. My car has a leak on the windows that we can't seem to seal, and my mother's car has a link presumably straight out of another dimension, because we can't find a source.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Heal me? But...that would mean you would have...to..." Peiter began, his eyes widening as a wave of nervousness came over him. It wasn't embarrassment that made him nervous, as he felt very comfortable with Sabine. Rather, it was the other...thoughts that this sort of healing would inspire that he wanted to avoid. "Oh, that's...I'll probably be fine, I just need to...owww." He said before being interrupted by a sharp pain once he attempted to move. He cringed, then rolled onto his back as he looked up to Sabine with his scrunched-up face. He continued, though in a slightly higher-pitched voice.

"Okay, okay. Healing would be...nice. Very nice." Peiter moved his hands and looked down, only to lay his head back and cringe once more. "That's really not where I wanted thorns to be. Why am I an idiot?"

At first, Vilana laughed, thinking that Uthri's surprisingly-accurate impression was simply an educated guess. But, as soon as she realized that the impression was inspired by someone Uthri had actually met, her expression soured. "I do not remember the name of that snake, but I pray to Hircine that this 'Sees-no-Colors' is not the same one. If it is, then mark my words, the moment I see him, I'm going to slap his snout straight to the twin moons. He thinks himself so charming and charismatic, but I guarantee he would never charm anyone without a gallon of alcohol to move things along. You know who I pity? Any woman who would actually fall for him while sober. They would have to have a pretty empty head, and that's just unfortunate."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Well, it's good you could fix it without issue. Was it water that caused the damage? Water is the bane of my existence right now both in the house and both cars.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

What kind of damage did it have?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak could certainly pick up on such thoughts.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

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."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

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.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

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."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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.