Fendros looked sideways at Meesei as she elaborated. There were a few points that he didn't even think of, but also a few that he thought were a little unfair. Whether he would manage to convince Meesei otherwise was something that he would have to convince himself was possible, given how sure she sounded. Fendros rolled his shoulders and pondered, now that he wasn't so worked up. Maybe the answer was in front of me the whole time, Fendros thought, the pack are made up of werewolves with standards.
"I never thought of it that way," Fendros admitted. So adventurers are hated in the eyes of some as well, but I know them as role models, Fendros began to think, it makes me wonder how I can ever make up my mind about this pack. Fendros looked to Meesei after his quick thought and responded, "You would kill someone for looting a ruin? That's very..." -Fendros searched his mind for a word that would not make her extreme viewpoint look as such- "...ardent." He had a feeling that his pause to find a word didn't do favours for his intended tact.
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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"Hmm," Fendros nodded upwards, "I'm glad to hear it. I don't think I would want to cause anyone to end up like that ogre over there." Fendros sucked in a breath through his teeth, "As for the bound dagger, I seem to remember having just as much trouble with conjuration, but I can understand the utility. I'll consider it." Fendros found himself reluctant to try and pick up magic again, but maybe Meesei would be a more effective teacher. It appeared that a greater proportion of her life revolved around magic than Fendros' mother and father, after all.
It took a moment for Fendros to realise Meesei's wording, but he raised an eyebrow when he did. "You mention armed travelers and such being more difficult. Does that mean you avoid them more, or prey on them?" Fendros looked intently at Meesei as he asked. He sincerely hoped that the pack weren't simply bandits with standards.
It took a moment for Fendros to realise Meesei's wording, but he raised an eyebrow when he did. "You mention armed travelers and such being more difficult. Does that mean you avoid them more, or prey on them?" Fendros looked intently at Meesei as he asked. He sincerely hoped that the pack weren't simply bandits with standards.
Fendros nodded as he listened. He never really knew that the Argonians could be so organised, but he understood very little about them after all. It was at least vindictive to Fendros' feelings that Meesei could somewhat relate to his separation from family. Then he almost groaned when he was asked if he was interested in magic.
"Not particularly," Fendros bowed his head and smiled, before looking forward and continuing, "My mother and father have always tried to teach me magic, but it was frustrating." Fendros looked at Meesei and pointed up to the sky, "You probably know as much as any mage the destiny of those born under the atronach. Well, I found it extremely difficult to practice anything I was taught. It got to the point where I started disliking lessons in magic." Fendros paused to lick his teeth within his mouth, he caught a small chunk of what he assumed was ogre cartilage and just swallowed without thinking, "The best I have is this." Fendros extended one palm out in front of him and emitted a jet of flame that was sustained for about ten seconds before petering out, "And now I have to wait for about three or four minutes before I can do that again. Even with them teaching all of the theory to me, I have difficulty understanding any of it without being able to do it. My parents even went out of their way to try and source magicka restoring potions to allow me to practice further, but drinking too much of the stuff makes me feel sick, and there seldom enough in town at any one time. I haven't really pursued magical skills so much."
Fendros tried to think of another question. Idly, he itched at his eyebrow, some blood that had dried crumbled off, he looked forward to washing the smell off his body. "So, the pack has been hiding out here all this time? Have you ever been caught by legionnaires? I've run into foresters in this area on occasion." Fendros probed. I hope I won't have to be killing any of the Imperial Legion. Even the beggars know that they need every soldier they have these days.
"Not particularly," Fendros bowed his head and smiled, before looking forward and continuing, "My mother and father have always tried to teach me magic, but it was frustrating." Fendros looked at Meesei and pointed up to the sky, "You probably know as much as any mage the destiny of those born under the atronach. Well, I found it extremely difficult to practice anything I was taught. It got to the point where I started disliking lessons in magic." Fendros paused to lick his teeth within his mouth, he caught a small chunk of what he assumed was ogre cartilage and just swallowed without thinking, "The best I have is this." Fendros extended one palm out in front of him and emitted a jet of flame that was sustained for about ten seconds before petering out, "And now I have to wait for about three or four minutes before I can do that again. Even with them teaching all of the theory to me, I have difficulty understanding any of it without being able to do it. My parents even went out of their way to try and source magicka restoring potions to allow me to practice further, but drinking too much of the stuff makes me feel sick, and there seldom enough in town at any one time. I haven't really pursued magical skills so much."
Fendros tried to think of another question. Idly, he itched at his eyebrow, some blood that had dried crumbled off, he looked forward to washing the smell off his body. "So, the pack has been hiding out here all this time? Have you ever been caught by legionnaires? I've run into foresters in this area on occasion." Fendros probed. I hope I won't have to be killing any of the Imperial Legion. Even the beggars know that they need every soldier they have these days.
Fendros looked up at the sky and hummed in thought. He had been destined to take up ownership of the vineyard eventually, or at least be at the same level of its administration as his parents, but he did have other desires. "Hmm, where do I start?" Fendros curled his lips and swallowed before he continued, "I'll admit that I get the most enjoyment out of fighting with the sword, and being a help where that skill applied. I am-" Fendros hesitated as he wondered whether his words would still technically apply, "I am part of the Fighter's Guild in Cheydinhal. They don't have so many incidents now that much of the legion is back to patrol the roads, but I've been training with them for the past four years." Fendros sighed, "I won't lie to myself the reasoning for joining with them. I wanted to be remembered. Remembered for bringing the Avarul name back into heroic repute." Fendros motioned with his hand as he explained, "my family and I... well, I was a baby when we moved to Cheydinhal, but my family had been displaced on two occasions due to war. First, from Morrowind, where our estates were burned to the ground and our status as a noble family shattered, and again from Skyrim when the Nords decided that their traditions were too big and oafish to take us in as refugees. We arrived in Cyrodiil expecting similar treatment, but Cheydinhal was more tolerant of Dunmer, especially when anyone with enough leftover septims could start up a taxable venture in the war-ravaged province that it had become after the Aldmeri had invaded. Still," Fendros bobbed his head to the side, "we kept stories from when we were influential. General Ondar Avarul, bane of the Marshfolk. Deidra Avarul, hero of the Scourge of Necrom. All of them have fantastic tales to them, ancient and exaggerated by now, but still admirable to me. I wanted to join them. So much so that when I was very young I wanted to run away to join a mercenary band, but not only would my parents not allow it, but I was too young at that time. What really kept me at home, however, were new arrivals. In likely the first time I've seen my parents express so much empathy, they adopted two Dunmer orphans, a boy and a girl, five and six years younger than I respectively. I didn't like them at first, but they became friends of mine, and partly my responsibility." Fendros bit at the corner of his mouth, drawing parallels with what he just said and the situation he found himself in, even if the roles seemed to be reversed now. He wondered what else to mention, "If your wondering why I had hunted with a bow before, my parents can sometimes be stifling, the forest was a place to clear my mind, and I needed an excuse to be away."
"What about you?" Fendros asked, looking over to Meesei, "did you always want to become the shaman of your village?"
"What about you?" Fendros asked, looking over to Meesei, "did you always want to become the shaman of your village?"
Part of Fendros was glad that Meesei appeared to have a desire to stop arguing for the moment. Again, she was right. Fendros was tired and worked up from transforming. He set himself down on the offered seat with his knees up and his forearms resting on them. "I would mention that I know how to skin a creature, I had hunted for long enough before all this to know that much at least... but I haven't skinned an ogre before." Fendros ended his statement with a sharp exhale that had a hint of a laugh behind it. He looked to one side and tried to think of something to ask now that he had the opportunity.
It was a few moments before Fendros conceded that the only questions he had immediately were indirect insults that would perpetuate his outburst. "I suppose I can answer your questions. I can't think of anything to ask right-... hold on. Now that I think of it..." Fendros' tone was quieter and less venomous than his previous rant as he continued, "Why does everyone but Janius eat their meat raw? Beyond the whole food poisoning business, I would have thought that the cooked meat was tastier."
It was a few moments before Fendros conceded that the only questions he had immediately were indirect insults that would perpetuate his outburst. "I suppose I can answer your questions. I can't think of anything to ask right-... hold on. Now that I think of it..." Fendros' tone was quieter and less venomous than his previous rant as he continued, "Why does everyone but Janius eat their meat raw? Beyond the whole food poisoning business, I would have thought that the cooked meat was tastier."
Fendros didn't know quite whether he was being scolded or encouraged by Meesei's lecture, being thrown around as such. He couldn't just make up a response on the spot, as there was truth behind the her words in regards to defaulting to what he had been taught in his upbringing. To be called out as such made his ears hot with embarrassment. For Meesei to assume that the new life he had been forced into was something superior, something that he desired, let alone that his previous prospects were stagnant, only made him angrier. His frustration was intensified by Meesei's own story; not only had she turned her back on her people, she did so willingly. As much a slave as my family's previous property... Fendros wanted to say.
Fendros just clenched his teeth and bore it, however. The levitation was likely a very mild taste of what could be provoked from Meesei. He only had one last question that was of any use, "What's your stake in this?" he asked with a low tone.
Fendros just clenched his teeth and bore it, however. The levitation was likely a very mild taste of what could be provoked from Meesei. He only had one last question that was of any use, "What's your stake in this?" he asked with a low tone.
Fendros closed his eyes and tried to calm down. He was by no means proud, more scared than anything, as much as he would loathe to admit it. Scared of himself, the beast. He glanced up at Meesei, who was hard to read, courtesy of her race, but had an air of satisfaction about her. Fendros didn't like this, what he had become, he didn't like it at all. Rejecting Meesei's extended hand, he got up on his own. He looked to the corpse that had been torn into so enthusiastically and murmured, "I could never be proud of this..."
"If this is how I have to survive from now on, so be it," Fendros continued, raising his voice. He turned to Meesei, "but don't you dare assume I could be proud of this!" Fendros' expression was a mixture of anger and sadness, as if still fighting what he had become, "I am not going to become some blood-lusting savage, no matter what my beast desires! No matter if it's an ally to me!" Fendros cut himself off, rapidly ran both of his hands through his hair, and spun away on a heel. He walked over and leaned his hands against the rock that the ogre was previously occupying. He felt a wave of fatigue wash over him as he brewed up more words to argue further. He kept seeing flashes of his family and he couldn't help but continue feeling grief. He reminded himself that shouting more would not matter, he was only really arguing with himself. Fendros wiped his eyes and walked slowly back to Meesei again, not looking at her directly, and showing less happiness than a widow. He had at least brought his mind back to mostly rational thinking rather than the emotional maelstrom that seemed to have surfaced. "Excuse me, please..." Fendros said quietly, "What happens now?"
"If this is how I have to survive from now on, so be it," Fendros continued, raising his voice. He turned to Meesei, "but don't you dare assume I could be proud of this!" Fendros' expression was a mixture of anger and sadness, as if still fighting what he had become, "I am not going to become some blood-lusting savage, no matter what my beast desires! No matter if it's an ally to me!" Fendros cut himself off, rapidly ran both of his hands through his hair, and spun away on a heel. He walked over and leaned his hands against the rock that the ogre was previously occupying. He felt a wave of fatigue wash over him as he brewed up more words to argue further. He kept seeing flashes of his family and he couldn't help but continue feeling grief. He reminded himself that shouting more would not matter, he was only really arguing with himself. Fendros wiped his eyes and walked slowly back to Meesei again, not looking at her directly, and showing less happiness than a widow. He had at least brought his mind back to mostly rational thinking rather than the emotional maelstrom that seemed to have surfaced. "Excuse me, please..." Fendros said quietly, "What happens now?"
Aw, just as I got to the next nervous breakdown...
G'night!
G'night!
Fendros' eyes opened quickly upon his alpha's words. He could see Meesei in her Argonian form above him. The insistence to give into the beast caused Fendros to lapse his control just enough for the beast to get up off the ground, roar in defiance of his Dunmer psyche and tear into the corpse of the ogre. Holding open the cavity that Meesei had torn open first, he tore out pieces of viscera in great chunks and snapped them up to swallow them. Time didn't seem to be of any importance while he feasted, but he suspected that he didn't take as long as he perceived to eat his fill. A slightly rational feeling of a sore stomach caused from eating too quickly was the spark that let Fendros take back control and step away from the corpse.
As if satisfied, or at the very least distracted, the beast was no longer adverse to regressing back into the corner of Fendros' mind where it lurked. With that, Fendros could feel his body shrinking and morphing back into his Dunmer form. All the way, he gritted his teeth and bore the pain through choked shouts. When he had finished transforming, he fell to his knees, blood all over his hands and face. The smell was overwhelming. He breathed in short breaths and his eyes were wearing such a pained and fearful expression that he looked as if he had just brutally murdered someone on a whim. He wasn't far from the truth. "Meesei..." Fendros panted, "No... I can't..." Fendros pounded the ground with his fists and stared at the dirt, "I can't control it." Fendros shook his head, "Once it bit the ogre's arm, it just... it didn't stop. It wouldn't be controlled."
As if satisfied, or at the very least distracted, the beast was no longer adverse to regressing back into the corner of Fendros' mind where it lurked. With that, Fendros could feel his body shrinking and morphing back into his Dunmer form. All the way, he gritted his teeth and bore the pain through choked shouts. When he had finished transforming, he fell to his knees, blood all over his hands and face. The smell was overwhelming. He breathed in short breaths and his eyes were wearing such a pained and fearful expression that he looked as if he had just brutally murdered someone on a whim. He wasn't far from the truth. "Meesei..." Fendros panted, "No... I can't..." Fendros pounded the ground with his fists and stared at the dirt, "I can't control it." Fendros shook his head, "Once it bit the ogre's arm, it just... it didn't stop. It wouldn't be controlled."
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