EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei was quite obviously sympathetic, and she did her best to show it. Lunise seemed to be reluctant to look at Meesei, so she decided to make it impossible for Lunise to ignore the comfort she wanted to give her. Meesei laid herself close beside Lunise and gently turned her head so that Meesei could press her own forehead against hers. "Even a strong paralysis spell can be resisted by a willful enough individual, and werewolves have quite a lot of strength to drain. Neither of those could have been guaranteed to protect you when a werewolf was immediately upon you. A single swipe of a werewolf's claws, when well placed, can easily cause a fatal amount of bleeding. You reacted the way you did for a reason, and you cannot be faulted for it. I will not lie to you and try to say that it was the best approach to threaten them beforehand, but it sounds like you did not know as much about lycans at that time. Fear of exposure is a constant and very dangerous threat for us, so...his reaction also does not surprise me. I have no doubt you know that now. It sounds like a terrible situation all-around, and you have my sympathy for having to go through it."

Meesei let out a sigh. "I wish...we could spread the word of our clans to lycans more effectively. Together, we are the largest organization for lycans in Tamriel, perhaps the largest in history. We provide the safest life for our people, but for those who our scouts do not find, we may as well not exist. We are a well-kept secret by necessity. I have to wonder how lycan hunters would feel if they knew how much worse they were making Tamriel's 'lycan problem.' If we could operate openly, there would not be feral lycans killing travelers and farmers in the wilderness. There would not be desperate lycans willing to commit murder to protect their secret. With Imperial and Dominion protection, Vile's forces could not hope to assault our clans. Their forces are meager next to the might of those nations. But fear makes that reality just a dream." She said, showing obvious passion on the subject.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Yeah, it's on my dresser. It was too big for the frame I had.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Well, the definition of feral can be muddy at times. Those who live on their own, I would rarely consider to be safe, unless they have been in a pack before." Meesei responded, her voice remaining just as soft and supportive as it had been. "Even besides that, lycans and non-lycans have met one another with violence for as long as we have existed. Fearing a physically superior beast with no guarantee of mental control is natural, so some take it to the extreme of wanting to eradicate us entirely. And it is not as if every lycan is a paragon of morality, even without the influence of their beast. With as many lycans as we have in our clans, there are some troublemakers. Like any civilization, really."

Although Lunise could not see from her angle, Meesei started to grin as she brought her massage lower down her back, until it was not on her back at all. "You need not worry. I am not going to judge you for past violence against lycans. My kind are as varied as any other, perhaps moreso. Some are upstanding citizens, and some deserve no less than death. Just like some Altmer might become bandits, and some might be stunningly gorgeous champions of their people."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

No, my diploma is sitting behind me. I'm working from home for the summer.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Congrats on the graduation. I know it is nice to know that is out of the way, especially when you already have plans going forward.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Well, the core belief in following HIrcine is to become the greatest of predators." Meesei responded before her tone became notably more serious. "But, I will admit that I much prefer my prey to be a strong, but simple creature. The war has made thinking, feeling prey much more...common. Sometimes lycans as well. The man who nearly killed me most recently, their General, is a werewolf."

Meesei moved herself closer to Lunise and started to slowly massage her back. "I can see this topic is getting close to you, though. As I said, you need not re-visit any of your pain."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei chuckled. "Durability, tenacity, and some strong healing spells." She answered. "Or do you mean the fight itself? I think the same answer applies, honestly. At the start of the fight, I could still give a magical edge to my pack, as could Ahnasha and Janius. We used that to protect ourselves as we closed in. Up close, we could still overpower them, weapons or no weapons. As you can...very plainly tell looking at me, lycanthropy provides certain advantages in terms of strength. I remember Lorag being particularly fearsome. Never underestimate that man up close. His skill and experience is even more impressive than his physical prowess. Even most Elves do not serve in active combat for as long as he has in his life. That is a career that is usually short-lived, whether by choice, injury, or death. He has been second-in-line to be Champion for as long as I have held the title, until now."

Meesei huffed briefly. "Of course, all of that did not stop that Orc zealot from running me through and breaking Lorag's arm. He was a respectable foe, to be sure. Skilled enough to kill Hircine's former Champion, He likely would be commanding Vile's zealot's today, had he not been killed. To tell the truth, many of the details of the fight blur together in my mind. By the time the Orc was killed, I had lost quite a bit of blood. I would not have succeeded without my pack, which is why a Champion's pack is as important as the Champion herself. The kill was our achievement, and I would not attempt to claim credit on my own."

Lunise was still laying on her stomach, possibly to hide her scar. Meesei had the feeling that, despite the assurances that Meesei had given her, she was ashamed of it. Meesei elected to counter that by staring at her in a way that made it quite obvious she was admiring Lunise's body.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei laid herself across Lunise's back, bringing her hands up to rub her shoulders as she brought her snout up close to Lunise's ear. "Do you not remember what I said about scars being attractive?" Meesei whispered. "If it is not a story you wish to tell, then you need not tell it. I know well that heroic war stories are not the only ones that leave scars." She reassured Lunise.

Meesei rolled over onto her side beside Lunise, posing as if to put her body on display. "I would not mind sharing some of my stories, though. As I alluded to before, I am no stranger to injury. I hardly even remember them all. Argonians have naturally enhanced regenerative capabilities compared to other races, and lycans also, of course, have greatly improved regeneration. Healers are also quite adept at restoring their bodies to their natural state. I am a combination of all three, so my scars do not tend to be permanent." She began as she pointed to her stomach. "I believe this is where Clavicus Vile's Orcish zealot ran a spear through me. The Orc, I believe, had killed Hircine's previous Champion and taken the Ring of Hircine as a trophy. Hircine himself issued a challenge to many of his promising pack alphas to kill the Orc and claim the title of Champion. My pack was one of several that accepted. There was not even really a war at that time; I do not even recall if I knew the Orc was a servant of Vile beforehand. He was just a lycan hunter, and my prey. I was not as powerful then, and it took my entire pack to kill him. That was the day we found out about the suppression gas, which was the precursor to the soul-tearing gas. He collapsed the tunnel in his cave leading to him, so we used our lycan forms to clear away the rubble. Then, he sprung the gas on us and forced us all out of our lycan forms. So we ended up naked and unarmed, in the middle of an open chamber, surrounded by him and his bodyguards armed with silver weapons. If that is not a test of worth, nothing is."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei grinned. "Hmm, I will have to remember that. I sometimes forget how easily clothing, or lack thereof, can...excite many non-lycans. In fact..." Her voice trailed off as she grabbed a hold of some of the straps on Lunise's uniform. She had seen Lunise remove it herself the previous day by the ocean, so Meesei knew how to remove it right away. Although, it took Meesei much longer to undress Lunise than it had herself, mostly because she had a tendency to interrupt herself by pulling Lunise into a kiss, or other intimate embrace.

By the time Meesei had finished moving the articles of Lunise's clothing off of the bed, intentionally gently, they had moved to the middle of the bed. They were pressed closed together, and Meesei ran her hand down her side, eventually running it over the thigh that held Lunise's prominent scar. Even with as many other thoughts as were going through Meesei's mind at the moment, she could not help but to pay attention to the curious, inquisitive part of her mind. "You know, one does not gain a scar like that without a story to go with it. Is it one that you would mind telling?" Meesei asked.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"I defer to your judgment on this matter, of course, It is just, if there was one gift that I would want to give you, that would be it. I know you said yourself that I gave you many gifts yesterday, but that cannot be all I ever do for you. Being able to reunite your family, if only briefly, would be wonderful. Perhaps, merely by making the attempt of creating a portal, your mother might decide to grant you a brief reunion? I do not know; I am merely speculating at this point. You, of course, know her better than I how she would respond. If you ever decide you want to try, I will be more than willing to make the attempt. It certainly need not be any time soon." Meesei offered.

Since it was getting late, and Meesei did not intend to leave Lunise's room for the rest of the evening, she untied some of the straps on her dress, then started to slip it off, sliding it down her body, then using one of her feet that was hanging over the edge to kick it roughly under the bed after it hit the ground. As usual, Meesei was not wearing anything underneath her dress, though she did not particularly act like she was trying to seduce Lunise at the moment. Both her tone and body language remained casual. "Besides, when we do have time to be together, there are innumerable places we can go. Between the two of us, I am sure we have memories across all of Tamriel. I would love to show you the sheer beauty of the city of Thorn in Black Marsh, or a brief visit to the peaks of some of Skyrim's tallest mountains. We made a stop in in Stros M'kai somewhat recently and found a little corner of the marketplace that had some of the best food I have tried in years; I would also love to take you there. Or even better, take our food with us and eat it in some hot springs I found during my last visit to Morrowind."