EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Newt glanced up briefly when he heard his name, but was very quick to return to playing with Rhazii since no one seemed to actually be speaking to him. Only Jo'rashaad gave a quick glance to the Argonian child, along with a smile. "Well, he does not have as much of a personal investment in it, this one wouldn't think, but he can certainly learn about us if he has an interest. Granted, by the looks of those two, they will probably be inseparable while you all are gone. It is good they seem to get along so well. For lycans, it is all too common for children to be raised alone, especially if they do not spend all of their time in a clan. Smaller packs, living in their own territory, rarely have children of similar ages. Of course, with this war shaping up how it has, large clans seem to be the norm now."

Ciinriel nearly jumped when she felt Leaps curl up beside her, though it was mostly out of surprise of being touched. She was more than familiar enough with the wamasu at this point to be comfortable with him being near her. She even began lightly rubbing the side of his head, behind his ears. Ahnasha, meanwhile, gave Leaps a curious look as his presence brought up a thought within her mind.

"Say, we are leaving Leaps here too, right? He is a predator, but I think he may still be too young to get involved in a battle like this. Not to mention how difficult it is to take care of him in the desert." Ahnasha asked.

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Being that two of them were going to be joining in the march, S'nishi, Ma'tanza, and M'ibasa had all awoken early as well. M'ibasa was groggy from getting up at such an early hour, but even he did not complain about it. Most of what filled his expression was the dread of his sisters leaving him alone, while they joined in the attack. Luckily, he was not trying to insist that he find a way to join them, but he was taking the occasional opportunity to try and convince them to stay. The three of them entered the dining hall together, and intended to spend as much time together as possible as a family before they would be forced to separate at noon.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

I think I'm too tired to respond tonight, unfortunately. Goodnight.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

It's an easy thing to do.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I may not have checked the OOC. Honestly for me, it would depend on the situation and what is going on. If there is something interesting to do, I would want to wait.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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Nothing about the situation was ideal, but Ssarak could accept this outcome, as it currently seemed to be unfolding. The Naga would have protection for the moment, and once Khan had received all of the necessary reports, he was sure that the college would offer them some form of aid. At the very least, they would no longer be in danger of being killed by the beasts of the Ravine.

As the group was making their way out of the catacombs, towards the college proper, Ssarak helped to carry the most wounded, while keeping a sharp eye out for any kind of threat. The presence of the shapeshifter was still a concern in his mind, and no creature they encountered, however small, was not suspect to him. Apart from the potential threats around them, however, another concern within Ssarak’s mind was Tyrael. Though he had not harmed any students, the fact remained that he did make the threat to do so, and Ssarak was not sure what affect that would have.

While they were still walking, Ssarak decided he could use the time to give Khan more information on what transpired. Naturally, he sent his message telepathically in order to remain confidential. ”The Naga, from what I gather, come from Mesa Gaan; survivors of the massacre there. The Matriarch is among them, as well as Mar’s brother. According to him, they were forced into the ravine and have been surviving there since the attack. They come to the College seeking its protection; I do not believe they had the option to petition for such a thing through normal means. Tyrael, however…I do not know what to think of it. The moment he saw the Naga, it was like he went into a rage. I am certain they were what sparked his behavior. As soon as he identified them as Naga, he ordered me to kill them. His voice…it sounded strange, like there was something else speaking through him. I do not have any experience with Fallen Demonmancers beyond Tyrael, but it was almost as if his demon was controlling him, or at least influencing him. Certainly, he did not seem like he was in his right mind. I am uncertain why the sight of Naga would cause such a thing to happen, however. He is close to Mar, so it is not as if he despises the race as a whole.”

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

With the group gathered around the fire, Jo'rashaad was the one watching over their food as it cooked. Occasionally, he would keep the fire stoked with a small, quick burst of magic. Ciinriel was seated next to her mother, who was laying down against her side affectionately. Meanwhile, Kaleeth was sitting somewhat back from the fire with Rhazii on her lap, so that he could be a bit more comfortable. One detail that she noticed about Rhazii was how much heavier Rhazii was than Newt. The fact that he was a Cathay was becoming more and more apparent by the day.

Jo'rashaad looked up from the fire at Janius. As per usual, he had to answer on behalf of S'ajira when she could not write her answers. "This one thinks things are finally settled down. At first, with the impostor, and all the problems that came with trying to settle so many people at once, there was this...tension in the air. The Orcrest clan was very welcoming, but that stress was still there. Now, though Jo'rashaad thinks everyone is getting comfortable. The Khajiit of Anequina have some strange customs, but we are getting along well. This one knows our daughter has made a few friends. It is a shame this attack has to separate so many of us, but it will be worth it."

With the mention of the attack, S'ajira shifted noticeably in place. A subtle motion, but one that Jo'rashaad picked up on immediately. He gave her a quick nod before continuing. "We debated for quite a while on what we were going to do about the march. Both of us are trained to fight, and neither of us like the idea of leaving our brothers and sisters to head into danger alone, but..." He said, giving a quick glance to Ciinriel. "We have our responsibilities here. As dangerous as the attack may be, this clan will still need people able to defend it. Some of our warriors will have to stay behind, and, well, we want to make sure this clanhome is well-protected. We know very well the kind of tactics our enemy uses, so if the worst comes to pass and there is an attack, we hope to be able to help."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

I'll probably be heading to bed soon. Goodnight.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

We can skip ahead. I know there was that one get together before the march. Perhaps do that the morning of the march?

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

I think at this point, Lorag would be pretty distant and unwilling to talk in depth about Do'rhajul. It would take time for him to come to terms with it and be more open about it. Perhaps during the march.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ri'vashi closed her eyes and took in a deep breath for a few seconds before letting out a long sigh, though this time it did not contain near as much frustration. "Yes, we should probably get back to our duties. This one does not think we will be able to spare much time over the next few days. Though, the Orc, Lorag, he did not seem too keen to speak back in the meeting. Perhaps that will be different when he can speak in confidence, but...Ri'vashi does think the whole situation is almost difficult to believe. The notion that the second to Hircine's Champion could have a personal history with the General of Vile's forces simply could not be a coincidence. Ri'vashi does not know what mechanisms could cause such a situation to occur, though. Does Vile actually have the capabilities to learn the history of the Champion's pack in such detail? Or did Hircine know of this Do'rhajul even before Lorag joined the Champion's pack? We cannot know right now, Ri'vashi supposes. For now, we need only find where they went."

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Peiter returned Sabine's smile and rubbed his hand down her leg as far as he could without bending over. "Well, I think I can say the same about you. It looks as smooth as you feel. I trust that you'll come to my defense when Gallus catches sight of me, right?" He said. He was making an intentional effort to keep his mood lighthearted, and avoid showing any signs of embarrassment. By ignoring Tzirret's muffled laughter and speaking with some confidence, he hoped to discourage him from poking too much fun at him. He could try to hide it, but he could not deny that he was self-conscious about his new appearance.

Ma'tanza, meanwhile, simply appeared confused as she looked over Peiter and Sabine. She did admire the painting, but she did not understand their justifications for shaving their bodies in such a way. "This one does not think it makes any sense. If you wanted your bodies to feel better, wouldn't you want to have more hair?" She asked, obviously thinking about the situation from a distinctly Khajiit perspective.

La'khay chuckled. "They are Human; their hair isn't soft and smooth like Khajitt fur, except sometimes on their heads. No, their hair is course, and irritating. Though personally, La'khay doesn't mind it."