EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Hiritus managed to force himself to eat the remainder of his meat quickly, if only so he could get it out of the way first and end the meal on more of a pleasant note. Gallus' question, meanwhile, was met with a quick huff. "You'll understand in time, trust me. Particularly in Anequina, exposing certain skin, or fur, in is just rude. The lycans you've been living with aren't concerned with traditions, and social rules. The beasts are content flaunting their more private areas, like animals. It's something that civilized people just don't do. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say it's not your fault you don't know these things. For the clothes thing, it relates to attraction, and the fact that we don't want to constantly tempt each other."

Laying back on the ground, Hiritus started much more enthusiastically on a violet, native fruit. With his new, relaxed position, he let out a yawn. Even with the sun still in the sky, it was clear that he would be able to get to sleep quickly.

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Jo'rashaad nodded. "This one understands, just make sure you choose the option that will satisfy both of you. Again, you know her better than Jo'rashaad, but she seems like the type that is devoted more to Hircine than her upbringing. We do not have marriage traditions, so if she does actually want a ceremony, she may not care which. Or, she might not want one at all. This one does not know. He has never actually been through one of the ceremonies, but he has of course heard about them. Two souls are bound together under the moons, connecting themselves through Jone and Jode with the crystallized moonlight. It does all sound poetic. That is a Pelletine tradition, anyway. Even this one is not too familiar with the ways of Anequina."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Hmph, you know, I think it's a bit late to try and convert me." Hiritus joked, though he currently looked quite obviously uncomfortable as he ate. The raw meat seemed to be almost sickening to him, and since he no longer had a reason to hide it, he was making his feelings on the matter quite obvious.

Putting down the cut of meat for a moment, Hiritus took a long drink of his water. "Anyway, I'm not really keen on living among savages. Granted, that stronghold is a bit less savage than the homes of wild lycans, but still raw meat, instinct-fueled fights, simple clothing, when they could be bothered to wear anything at all. It's like animals trying to act civilized. You might not know it now, but give it time. The longer you're with us, the more backwards it will all seem to you. You're saving yourself from that life. I guess it is nice that they actually take care of their own when they need help, unlike certain degenerates in Dune, but there are other groups that do the same."

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Jo'rashaad leaned in towards Rhazii with a wide smile. "You'll enjoy yourself little one, trust Jo'rashaad. He still remembers a lot of the things he enjoyed when he was young, and he is eager to share them with you. He also knows a sure way to get rid of that urge to chew on your tail."

With Fendros' question, Jo'rashaad raised his brow, quickly realizing the real reason Fendros had approached him. He could not help but to smile once more, even if he was not sure that he could be of much help. "Well, yes, there are. In both Pelletine and Anequina, there are traditions for how two people should go about being married. But...are you sure you would want to attempt those with Ahnasha? She is not from Elsweyr, correct? The customs of Elsweyr are ones that neither of you have a history with. You know her better than Jo'rashaad, of course, but are you sure you would not want to use a tradition from either of your homelands?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Hiritus seemed to have a brief moment of confusion with Gallus' question. "Depends, do you mean the cell your people put me in, or the cell up in Orcrest? To the former, I would think you would know the answer to that, since you were the one feeding me. To the latter, it was nothing special. Khajiit cuisine, same as anywhere else in this part of the Dominion. I will say that most of what I had was actually cooked, instead of cut straight off of some animal. Or person, as those cannibals seem to like. Just...don't tell me what kind of meat it was you grabbed for our supplies. At this point, I don't want to know."

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Jo'rashaad broke eye contact and let out a brief sigh. There was quite a bit of uncertainty in his eyes, mixed with a hint of sadness. "Well...her spirits have been up since we found this clan. She's been smiling more, and has been opening up to friends. It's just...we never really talk about what happened before. How could we? Even with what Jo'rashaad went through, he does not know what he could say to help her. We're just...doing what we can, this one supposes. It will get better in time, it has to."

Looking back up at Fendros, Jo'rashaad attempted to regain his composure. "But...that cannot be helped now. Both this one and his mate are glad to help you. We were debating on whether we should join in the attack, but we have a responsibility to our family, and now, your families."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The pattern of walking, then resting continued for the majority of the day. Hiritus kept up conversation periodically, asking about the clan, Meesei's companions, and just general questions about Gallus and his intentions. He asked to see the Ring of Hircine at one point, but did not actually ask Gallus to demonstrate its use immediately. He did mention that he wanted to see what it could do at some point, but since they were busy traveling, he was not greatly concerned with it at the moment.

It was a few hours before nightfall when Hiritus could go no farther. He was both exhausted and starving, so after they set up their camp, he went immediately to searching through their bags for a proper meal. There was plenty of meat to be had, but of course, they did not actually have anything with which to make a fire. At least, not that would last long enough to cook anything. After a brief internal debate, he decided he would go ahead and eat what they had raw and simply get a cure for anything he might catch once they were at the hideout.

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Jo'rashaad was alone at the moment that Fendros found him. He seemed to be distracted with his thoughts when Fendros called his name, so there was a few moments delay before he responded. "Oh, apologies. This one was just...distracted. Yes, Jo'rashaad would be glad to speak with you. Is there anything you need help with? You need only ask."

Like most of Ra'kalesh's pride, Jo'rashaad felt great respect and gratitude towards Meesei and her pack. They did not speak quite as often as they did before they found the Senchal clan, but nothing about his attitude towards them had changed during their journey to Orcrest.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak Dyreackthanose - Catacombs

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Towards Grey, Ssarak shook his head. "Not specifically, unfortunately. I tried to stop it, but that shapeshifter could transform far faster than even Lidda. It would have to be beyond the skill of even a master to accomplish such a feat. With the presence of that...demon blocking that path, the rodent it transformed into would had to have scurried past Tyrael. It would have to be down that pathway, but with the range of forms it seems to be able to take on, it would be difficult to catch even if we could find it. But, you are correct that it had an extreme fixation on you. I could read into its mind during the fight, and I could tell that it was almost obsessed with you, as if you had history with it."

Ssarak was keeping his blade at the ready, though at this point, it was more just to be ready for any unexpected threats than to defend against Tyrael. "Regardless, I would suggest we wait near the entrance of the catacombs. I expect that Khan will be here shortly. We can inform him that the fighting has ended, and ask him about the Naga. I can remain to help stand guard, in the event the shapeshifter arrives again."

Meanwhile, Ssarak continued to attempt to give the Naga reassurance with telepathic messages. "I would not be afraid of Khan. Unlike Tyrael, he is not a fallen demonmancer, and as our headmaster, is far more rational. I do not expect you will be detained. Actually, I would expect him to give you aid, once the situation with Tyrael has been concluded. As long as you abide by the rules of the college, of course. We need only keep Tyrael from becoming violent until he arrives."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak should be able to help after he learns about the hunt.

Fallout: The Outer Banks (Always Open)

So, I was browsing through looking specifically for Fallout, and happened upon this. I'm quite interested, though my idea for a character may be a bit unorthodox. Would this happen to be open?

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Hiritus chuckled. "If it changes their leadership? Unless they plan on communing with her from beyond the grave on a regular basis, I think that's pretty much guaranteed. At any rate, we were the first to find that clan, and we couldn't send out any runners to let our people in Orcrest know about it before we were captured. Assuming you imprisoned all of my team, we don't have anyone we can use in there. I thought I earned the, uh, 'affection' of a Khajiit woman during my time there, but as it turns out, I think she's the type who has everyone's affection, if you catch my meaning."

On the horizon, there was still no sign that they were being followed. However, now that they were stopped, Gallus could possibly pick up on the first hint that they were being followed. He had them moving with the wind at their back, so it carried scents towards them from behind. They were in a trough between two dunes, so most of the winds were blowing over them, but he still might catch the faint scent of lycans on the wind. Meesei, Ahnasha, and possibly the others with them were capable of rendering themselves invisible, so they could well be within line of sight without Hiritus knowing. If they were close, then they would come to Gallus' aid if he needed it, or if Meesei felt that they were drawing too close to Orcrest to be safe. Regardless of what information they might gain, Meesei felt it too risky to allow Hiritus to make contact with his allies again.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

With Gallus' agreement, Hiritus seemed quite eager to take him up on the offer of a rest, even though they had just stopped not long prior. This time, he had another need to satisfy other than fatigue or thirst. "Well, in that case, let's stop right here for a moment. I know it might surprise you, but I haven't exactly been eating well for the past week. I need something to give me energy. I hope you brought something other than raw meat, because I'm pretty sure those disease resistance potions I've been taking have worn off by now." He explained, stopping where he was on the side of a dune.

As they sat down, Hiritus practically dove into the bag to find something edible. Avoiding the meat for the moment, the first thing he grabbed was a bright green apple, something sweet and full of sugar to give him energy. Now that he was not captive, he was much more willing to eat properly. Although, with Gallus' final question, Hiritus gave him another curious look. "Why do you ask?" He said simply, raising a brow.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"I've been taught how to kill them." Hiritus answered quickly, though his expression fact became more uncertain. "Although...I'm not really the warrior type. They're tough, can heal back from some pretty grievous wounds, and will almost always overpower you. I'm an infiltrator, so I'm better at stabbing them in the back than in the front, so to speak. Silver is preferred, since it stunts your healing, but a wound that would be immediately lethal to a normal person still works. If you're fighting one in their beast form, you want to not face them up close, since that is a stupid idea. Range is ultimately the best weapon against lycans."

Looking ahead, Hiritus' face showed some dread at how far they still needed to walk, and he started to slow down slightly, more out of his mental state than his physical one. "Other than fighting, though, I know they have keen senses, powerful muscles, and strong instincts. When they first start out, lycans are uncontrollable and dangerous. They murder travelers, farmers and their livestock, and even guard patrols if they don't look too threatening. I know there are a lot of people who have joined our cause to get revenge for lost friends and loved ones, especially with how many lycans there seem to be recently. Your people must be going out and finding people to turn constantly for you to keep up those kinds of numbers." He commented.

"Also...I don't think I'll be able to make it to the city today. I'm just not feeling strong enough for that. We'll probably need to make camp this evening." He added.