Muttonhawk

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"I'm sure I'll think of something," Fendros chuckled, walking towards the camp.

They were greeted by the smell of Janius' own breakfast rotating above the renewed campfire. Boar, it seemed to be. Sitting by Janius next to the fire was Sabine, quietly chewing on a shank of some description with her usual closed demeanour. As they got closer, Janius turned his head to the couple, he looked to be in a worse state than the both of them. "'Morning, you two," He said with a sore throat and a mischievous half-smile.

"Good morning," Fendros replied. A loud grumble sounded and Fendros initially thought it was his stomach, but quickly realised that it was emanating from a Lorag-sized pile of furs in one corner of the camp. Listening closely, he could hear mumblings pleading for everyone to shut up, or something.

Janius stood up from his spit and sighed, "Lorag, I told you, Runt left you a cure right next to you! Drink up or you'll be there all day." More unintelligible grumbling sounded and Lorag's thick green arm shot out from the side of the pile, his hand padding the ground searching for Runt's vial sitting on its base near him. He knocked over the vial with his upper arm before he grabbed it, his arm receding like a chameleon's tongue that had just caught and insect.

Sitting down again, Janius removed the boar meat from over the fire and cut a portion off for Fendros, handing the food to him on the end of an old fork. "There you are. Careful it doesn't drip on you, it's hot."

Fendros took the fork carefully from Janius and bit into it gratefully. He didn't realise how hungry he was until then. "Thank you," Fendros said after swallowing. Before sitting down, Fendros took a moment to look around for his water skin and took it in his other hand to sit by the campfire with, drinking from it to help recover. "Any sign of Meesei?" Fendros asked, wondering about the last unaccounted for pack member.

"No sign yet. She might have wandered off at some point during the night, I can't remember." Janius said with a slight wheeze, "Sometimes she can be gone for a while on errands, so we decided to start breakfast without her."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Fendros looked down at his vial while Ahnasha spoke. A wood elf, that would explain some things, Fendros thought. He turned his eyes to look up at her when she put her hand on his shoulder, he appreciated the sentiment and placed his own hand over hers. "Thanks... Ahna," he nodded. This is just too strange, I need to calm myself and think. Fendros let go and downing Sabine's brew in one go. He scrunched his eyes as if went down his throat, it was indeed disgusting. A second or so later he retched, but managed to keep it down. Fendros didn't know whether it was his mind or the ingredients, but he started to feel better almost immediately.

Turning his head around to inspect the area, Fendros found his loincloth and stood up to slide it back on. "I just wonder where we've wandered off to..." Fendros looked around and spotted a glint of light on water through the trees, "oh, there's the river. The camp must be just over there." Fendros extended a hand for Ahnasha, "potion or no, I think some water is called for, don't you?"

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Wait, since when could...? Fendros let his hands fall from his head and sat up straighter, struggling to try and imagine a hybrid of Khajiit and Dunmer, much less the concept of contraception. Dunmer were notoriously infertile as it was, so he had never worry about that kind of thing. "That just conjured up... possibly the strangest images in my mind that I've ever witnessed," Fendros said slowly. He carefully lay himself back down to rest his throbbing head, folding his hands together between the back of his head and the ground, at least they picked a spot where the grass was dense enough to be comfortable. He closed his eyes, "this is so bizarre, I just slept with a Khajiit..." He took her advice and tried to relax, "I suppose I should ask if there are any other strings attach-" Fendros slowly opened his eyes and beheld Sabine's face upside down, leaning over him. Jolting at being sneaked up on again, Fendros quickly sat up and turned to face her, "Where in oblivion did you come from?" He stammered.

Sabine was standing next to the two, still with that curious look in her eyes, but distinctly without any trace of judgement. A thin arm holding two vials of opaque green liquid extended from her fur cloak. "Drink," she simply said.

Fendros glanced over at Ahnasha and reluctantly took one of the vials from her hand. He removed its cork and smelled its contents. "Is this what I think it is, Runt?" Fendros said to Sabine, one eyebrow raised. The mixture smelled of what the apothecary at Cheydinhal advertised as an 'electrolytic hangover cure', but with more of a herb-like aroma. Once Ahnasha had taken her vial, Sabine turned and walked away. "Does she make these every time there's wine?" Fendros asked Ahnasha, wondering if it would be wise to take Runt's word for it and drink it.

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ASTA said
Hm, it appears my cats have been placed relatively near the bears.Honestly, I'm still not happy over my history section. Muttonhawk, would you be up for a large part of my history section having to do with your bear people and vice-versa?

I am definitely open to ideas. What did you have in mind?

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Fendros turned his head to Ahnasha, who had awoken and seemed to have disheveled... bed hair, he suppose it would be called. "I uh... I remember some of it, yes. It was... certainly very different," Fendros grumbled, looking baggy-eyed and a little worse for wear himself. "I'm... I apologise, Ahnasha. I didn't plan for this to happen," Fendros said, running his fingers through his hair, "I understand if you're angry with me, I should have stayed in control." In reality, Fendros was mostly angry at himself for laying with a Khajiit. He never even would have dreamed of such a thing before, much less consider it. He didn't even know it was possible.

The schtick that he was reciting was something he often found himself doing after waking up next to a woman after a drunken night. Most of the time they were local imperial girls, those events made him feel strange enough, nothing said about those of the beast races. Father would murder me if he found out about this... Fendros thought.

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It's cool. G'night!

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Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Beyond those last words by Ahnasha, Fendros' memory was patchy at best. He remembered some more ill conceived jokes, even some singing. After that was an interesting bout consisting of Lorag out-drinking Janius in a little competition that sunk down much of the remaining wine. Fendros still didn't know how either of them didn't purge their stomachs by the end of the night. There was also the inevitable conclusion of Ahnasha and Fendros' almost competitive flirting, an event that Fendros managed to convince Ahnasha to commence out of earshot of the campsite by taking her by the hand and leading her away. Both of them nearly tripped over several times in the walk, to much giggling between them. They ended up tripping over one last time at their destination.

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There was a light breeze that made what sounded like leaves rustling stir Fendros from his sleep. He could detect a dark orange light through his eyelids heralding the sun, but his body was completely relaxed. He was content to snooze for now. He took in a breath and detected a familiar smell, upon processing this, his consciousness slowly returned. He was about to move his arms to stretch when he felt the texture of soft fur against his skin. Soft fur? Fendros' eyes shot open and he beheld a brown ear, moving slightly as if with a heartbeat. Looking down, he saw the back of Ahnasha's head. It appeared that he had his arms around her, one of which was numb from being slept on during the night. Oh, I didn't... Fendros brought his free hand up and wiped down his face, taking in another deep breath. His mouth was all dry and gluggy. He attempted to get up, sliding his arm out from under Ahnasha's side and stopped to clench his teeth once he had sat up. A pain like a needle through his temples struck him. By Azura, what have I done?

He shook his arm to try and get some blood back into it. Ancestors, my head! My ankles! Fendros' mind raced, I'm naked, I was naked with them all in the lake, then this. Fendros sat cross legged and leaned his elbows on his knees, holding his throbbing head between his hands. Oh, that's right, and I'm still a werewolf. Great, just great. And how to you propose to lower yourself further today, hey Fendros!? I'm sure you'll find a bloody way! Fendros caught himself mumbling that last sentence by mistake. Detecting movement, he felt a squirm against his side and a stirring from Ahnasha.

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