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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Languages can be hard to learn, especially as an adult, though there are no shortage of languages known in our pack. Cyrodilic is obviously our common tongue. It's the only one we all know, but I also know Ta'agra, We mostly spoke Cyrodilic in my home, but my mother simply did not think it proper that a Khajiit would be unable to speak it. She embraced Imperial culture just as much as my father, but she was originally born in Senchal, you see. My father hardly even knew Bosmeris himself, so I didn't really learn of that. Beyond that, I also taught myself the Daedric language, and not just reading the runes. Seeing it in its written form is easy to read, but I have trouble hearing it spoken aloud. The pronunciations on some of their words are strange, to say the least. Lorag, being as proud of an Orc as he is, of course knows his own people's language. Meesei was born in a small village in Black Marsh, so as you can probably tell from her accent, Cyrodilic was her second language. I think the Argonian language is called Jel. It's not an Ehlnofex language, so it is entirely different from Cyrodilic in pretty much every way. I've heard her speak it before, it sounds strange." Ahnasha explained. Upon Fendros' question on what she wanted to learn, she paused to think. There was much in life she had wanted to pursue, but never got the chance to.

"As for me, well, all the skills I needed for hunting, I learned. Other than conjuration, I know plenty of the magical schools that interest me, but...well I always did have an interest in art. As I mentioned before in the temple. I find different races' artistic styles rather interesting. With how busy I've always been, though, I never really had time for more than just a passing interest. I always wanted to take up painting, but never got the chance. I don't know how practical that would be to learn out here."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha glared at Fendros jokingly. "Yes, I just love it so much that I'm going to throw it into the wall the moment we step back into the cave. If I didn't think I might need it again, I would toss it aside right now. Really, I don't understand why 'civilized' women insist on wearing these things. They are so annoying to move around in, and are much less practical than other clothes. I would much rather wear something like what you have. Seems like it would be much easier to work, or fight, or make jumps between rooftops in."

By this point, they were still in sight of Vos, but far enough away that there beyond any outlying farms. They were not taking the exact path back that they took to get there, as they wanted to see different sights, and they both knew well enough where the cave was to find it. "Say, I have a question for you. You've been learning a lot from us since you've been with us. We have been training nearly every day, and you have certainly improved. All the things we have been teaching you, tough, relate directly to your ability to hunt, fight, or control your beast spirit. Those are all very important, but I was wondering if there is any skill you want to pick up that you're not already learning? Something you want to do."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha took the pendant in her hands and examined it quizzically for a few moments before putting it around her neck. "Always thinking of me, aren't you? I think it fits me perfectly. I've never actually seen anything made of Dwemer metal before; it's not too common in Cyrodiil, and the gem is my favorite color. All-in-all, it is a wonderful gift. I think I love it almost a...tenth as much as you." She said with a smile, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a kiss. "I'll do my best to keep it safe. With are way of life, it can be difficult to keep belongings, but I'll certainly try. It's the thought I appreciate more than anything. I feel bad I didn't get you anything. I suppose I'll have to make that up to you later." She said with a grin.

Ahnasha looked up to the sky at the position of the sun. There was still plenty of time left in the day, but there was a possibility the raid on the witch's coven could be that night, so it would probably be best to get back. "I guess we might want to think about starting to head back. We can take the slow and scenic route though; I'm in no hurry."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha stopped and put her hand on Fendros' shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Do you trust me enough? All my time as a lycan has been spent with the pack, and in those years, the only people I have ever killed have been people I wanted to kill. Under Meesei's guidance, I learned how too keep myself under control . There have been a few animals I did not intend to kill at first, sure, but I did not put up near the mental battle I would have for a person. I know you have no qualms about hunting, and as long as you follow our training, killing animals will be all you will have to do. Yes, there have been, and will be times we will kill people, but those people are ones we select consciously, intentionally, and with good reason. I'm just afraid you won't be able to attain the same level of control as the rest of us unless you become closer to your beast spirit. You can't think of it as some monster or enemy, you have to be able to get close to it to understand it. I know it is a frightening prospect, but people tend to be afraid of the unknown. Once you understand your beast, you will have no reason to fear it."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha observed the crops curiously. Even if she didn't prefer meat, they were not the types of food she would think of as a first choice. Although, she supposed the crops they were growing did make sense for the area. They were all accustomed to ash, which was all-too common on Vvardenfell. Fendros' answer was about what she expected. Even through all of his time with them, he had still not truly grown accustomed to his beast spirit. He had not embraced it like the rest of the pack. Ahnasha hoped that time would change that attitude, as she did not believe he could be truly happy with his life otherwise. How could he be if he was always dreading the emergence of something so intertwined with himself? At least now it seemed that his opinion had turned a bit more positive, if only slightly. Now, it seemed that fear of hurting others was the main fear he had.

"Perhaps when I first gained the gift, but once I learned more about it, I became more confident. I understand my beast spirit now, I understand what it wants and what it needs. At its core, it is an animal, not some monster. It is no more evil than a wolf, or tiger, or any other predator. They all simply do what instinct drives them to do. I understand that, as long as I keep my beast spirit's hunger sated, it will not try to resist my will. For instance, normal predators, like wolves, commonly avoid people. We are far more dangerous than them, and not worth the risk to hunt. But, if a starving wolf comes upon a traveler, it may attack. It ignores the risk because it is desperate to survive. You would not consider the wolf a monster for such an act, as its only alternative is starvation. In the same way, your beast spirit becomes more desperate the longer it goes without hunting. Even if you are well-fed, your beast spirit has the need to hunt. The more desperate it becomes, the more willing it is to risk subverting your will." Ahnasha explained, hoping he would start to understand his beast spirit in the way she did. If he could view it as just another kind of creature, perhaps he could start to become more accepting of it.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I will write up a post moving Ssarak's group once Leon puts up his post.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Alright. As long as we avoid the slums, I think we would be fine going anywhere in or around the city. From my experience in Leyawiin, at least, guards do not tend to patrol slums as often or as fervently, so criminals tend to be more bold." Ahnasha commented.

As they moved away from the crowds, Ahnasha was thinking on more they could do. There was one idea in particular which stood out, but unfortunately, it would not be a good idea to try it at the moment. "You know, there is one idea I had, but we will probably have to save it for later. I was just thinking, every time you have used your lycan form, it has always been for something serious. Every time I can think of has been for training, or hunting, or fighting. I consider all of those things pretty exciting, but they all carry with them some sort of expectation for performance, something to worry about. Have you ever transformed just to see what it has to offer? Just to see how fast you can run, how high you can jump, that sort of thing. The capabilities of that form are invigorating to say the least, as I'm sure you know. If it weren't for the fact that we might need to use that form later tonight, I would suggest making use of it. Perhaps some other time?" She asked.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Hmm, yeah, I think it may be a bit early to plan for teenage rebellion when I haven't event started to show yet." Ahnasha mused. When Fendros asked about what she wanted to do next, she glanced over to him. "I think that is a question more appropriate for you. I did want to take you here so you could see the place, after all. It's a shame that Mephala intervened in the way she did, but the day isn't over yet. We could stay in the city and look for more of interest, or we could go out and take in the sights around the city. I know we're out in the wild all the time, but since entering Morrowind, we have usually been too caught up in hunting or traveling to sightsee." She suggested. They had not been in the city all that long, so she wasn't certain if he would want to leave so soon, but she wouldn't complain if he did.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

I made a shorter post. I think most of the characters will be with Sharee. Everyone who cannot swim for whatever reason, like armor, will be on the docks.