Muttonhawk

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The small revenge of putting Colours out of his element for a change continued Sabine's laughter. She lightly shook her head while trying to compose herself.

"Well, maybe," Sabine answered. "It is illusion magic. That can make people feel anything. I have only learned how to use it to do a few things, though." She took another drink of wine while she was not in a fit of laughter. "I only know how to make people feel brave, calm, and friendly. I have not studied any other ways."

Sabine eyed Colours over her cup, partially obscuring her suspicious smile. "I do not think it would be fair to try and get more countesses with it."

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@LokiLeo789 I don't have a social security number, brudda.

EDIT: Or a credit card, technically...

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

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I tried singing them as heavy metal, but all that came out was rap O.O I don't even listen to rap

@Kho

You aren't grating your vocal chords enough.

It is quite amazing, when I'm reading some book I feel like it would be better if I was writing stuff here since I got enough ideas, when I'm trying to write stuff here, I feel like it would be better if I read some more stuff because I need inspiration.

@Double Capybara

You'll reach a productive equilibrium eventually, I'm sure.

The Nigerian's shall come marching, with me leading them! Bow before me now and maybe you will be spared.

@LokiLeo789

Well, Kho wanted a khan. Guess it's not going to come from Mongolia this time.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine threw back her head to laugh a little longer and levelled to explain. "You would not like the countess if it were to summon a countess, Colours. No..."

For a moment, Sabine looked up at a corner of the ceiling and sighed. "I think..." She raised her hand and charged a swirling turquoise spell. "If you must taste, you need to calm down."

She suddenly leaned forward to prod Colours in the upper arm. The spell discharged, sending Colours emotions into a neutral harmony for about five seconds. Sabine just wanted to see the look on Colours' face, but using magic in a place like this was most certainly misbehaving.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

It didn't take too long for some of the richer colour to drain back from Sabine's face, though her giggling resumed rather quickly. She had to cover her mouth to keep her from spraying wine between her teeth. It burned slightly up her nose instead. She had to stop to cough and swallow some more, silencing them both for a moment.

When she recovered, she looked up at Colours and tried to speak, desperately making syllables over the laughter that bubbled up again. "You would be a very beautiful princess, I can imag-" she couldn't even finish that without closing her eyes and surrendering to laughter. The wine was very strong. "Little dress..." she managed through her mirth. Every other attempt was unintelligible.

Sabine threw herself against the back of her seat and arced her head upwards. She recovered after a few moments of mental strain. When she raised her head level again, she shot Colours a sly smile and a retort. "It does not sound like you need to be me. You sleep with countesses. I cannot do that with magic." She punctuated her last sentence by lifting one hand and wiggling her fingers. They glowed with some unknown half-formed green spell that fizzled out as quickly as it appeared. "Actually, I might. That would be misbehav-i-hi-hi..." She was set off into laughter again.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine held an incredulous smile throughout the story. If it was not already obvious by the height of one of her eyebrows, she did not believe Colours in the slightest. Stros M'kai was a hard enough place to get to without the career of a smuggler keeping you close to Tamriel. Sabine did not have to be a sailor to deduce that much. The conclusion had Sabine laughing and shaking her head. She laughed for perhaps longer than was required, though it was not just her tipsy mind. She felt that two could play at Colours' game and allowed herself enough time to 'recall' a tale of her own.

Sabine eventually settled down, letting out the last few laughs through her nose as she lifted the wine to her lips. She scrunched her face as she swallowed -- Colours' claim to its strength was not a lie, at least.

"Well..." she grinned, looking at the table and holding the heel of one hand against it. A silly image was in her head, she could work from that. "I have not...spent quality time with a count or anything like that, but..." She stopped to release a single laugh and lowered her volume. She couldn't let go of her grin. "There was one time. We went to a clan between Kvatch and Anvil. This one boy, an Imperial my age at the time, wanted to learn some magic from me. He was trying to..." Sabine's uncharacteristic pause to make up detail threatened her bluff, but it could be passed off as embarrassment. "He was trying to master telekinesis. Moving things without touching them. What I used to do to practice was climb up a tree and lift things from the ground, so we found a tree above the entrance of the clanhome and lifted rocks from there." Sabine turned her wrist. "It was mostly doing the same thing over and again, so we talked. We talked about private things. And he said that he had not mated before. And, after a while, he said he liked me. And..."

Sabine's blush returned and she held her forehead against the table, stifling laughter. She could not believe she was even lying about this, let alone suggesting that she would do something like it. No doubt it was at least entertaining to Colours to see her so abashed.

"We did it on the tree branch," she said with her hair obscuring her laughing mouth. "Above the clanhome entrance. I had to practice my muffling spells and...when people were walking underneath, my own telekinesis to keep things falling. No one looked up."

Whether Colours believed her or not, such an anxious lie justified a deep drink of Sabine's wine. She did just that and revealed a beetroot red face.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine pursed her lips. She resolved that the pastry would continue to be a decoration.

The sudden blush that flew up Sabine's cheeks was joined by a nervous laugh and a quick breath in through her nose. Just the one drink was already coursing through her lightweight figure and making things more humorous. "I really have not. I am dull, remember?" She took the wine and gestured to Colours. "You start, if you really want to talk about things like that."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

It wasn't since the coven, it was since she had been in her pack. Sabine shook her head, but that did not interrupt Colours' words.

After Colours' reassurances, Sabine looked at her drink again. She stopped and blinked slowly. "We will stay in the inn?" Sabine said, looking to Colours. "Your honour is not very strong Colours, but..." She reached and took her ale mug, still half-full. "Maybe just one extra drink."

She knocked Colours' wine cup with her mug and spread an unsure smile. She swigged down the rest of her ale to catch up.

The pastry was still a concern, one that Sabine stared at once more. She pointed to it and looked at Colours. "What about that? Are you going to eat that tonight?"

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Not even halfway through this Khollab. I can't get the notion of those poems being sung in my head as the lyrics of a heavy metal song.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine grinned and giggled at Colours' rant. She couldn't know whether he was simple being a lying scoundrel like usual or whether what he claimed actually happened. Either way, it sounded entertaining. She also returned his look as he insisted that she let loose. She was not entirely convinced, but did not immediately reply.

However, the pastry shocked her to silence. It smelled of moon sugar. Sabine stared at it and her smile faded. The prospect of letting loose tonight, in the middle of a mission, did not sit well with her. The more she stared at the pastry, the more anxious she became. She was only brought back into reality by the wine that was placed in front of her. That gave her something else to stare at.

"Oh, it is?" Sabine said for lack of anything else that came to mind. "Um. Colours..." Sabine slowly slid the wine away from her on the table. She hadn't even finished her ale. "I am not sure it is such a good idea that I...'misbehave' tonight. I need to be ready for tomorrow."

Sabine did a poor job of obscuring how uncomfortable she felt about the situation.