Collector’s Edition – Ma’Zarabi/J’hasi

J’hasi gave Ghost’s mane a small pull to get her to stop as he checked his map, puffing hot air over the freezing fingers curled over his scarf. A local had directed him north for Shadowgreen Cavern, and while it made him nervous being so close to Solitude, he likely wouldn’t be around long enough for the Thalmor to take notice. After all, he was just some mage from the College, underpaid and underskilled for the book-fetching task given to them. Though he was going to have to have a word with Urag about sending him near Solitude for these books.

The Khajiit nudged Ghost’s ribs gently with his heels, sniffing the air, searching for the cave mouth amongst the snow and trees, and in finding it, approaching and dismounting. He left Ghost just inside, out of the bitter blowing winds coming up from the sea, barely slowed by the light forest between them and the coast. The pale mare nickered before grazing idly on a few patches of grass, tail swishing quietly behind her. J’hasi pat the horse’s side with a faint smile, pulling down his hood and shaking off some of the snow from his robes before cautiously heading deeper inside.

“Hold still!”

“I’m not moving. It doesn’t even really hurt that much.” The Khajiit looked back down at the snake winding her body around his wrist, fangs sunk into his hand. J’hasi frowned, giving her nose a little prod.

“She must’ve smelled food on me or something, that’s all. My mistake for not washing my hands enough after gutting a kill.” The snake eventually let go, huffing at the Khajiit’s prods to her nose, then returned to quietly flicking her tongue out to taste the air. J’hasi shifted her to his other arm, allowing her to wind around that wrist instead while he pressed a scrap of cloth to the bite.

“She’s not that venomous, so it’s fine.”

“Hold still!”

“Back. Off.” The Khajiit was bleeding and he didn’t trust that undead son of a fetcher an inch when he probably smelled like a banquet after a fast. Some drunk bastard had pulled a knife on him outside the Bee and Barb and got a lucky shot in, which while the wound wasn’t that bad, the fact that there was blood everywhere and rapidly soaking into his fur and clothes despite a firm pressure on it with a bloodthirsty vampire around… Well, the tight grip on his dagger held out in front of him seemed very justified.

“<You make a single move towards me and you’ll be scooping your insides off the ground.>” J’hasi hissed, trying to hide his trembling and failing. He needed to get out of the city. Or find Brie-no, no, he’d worry her then. And possibly lead this bastard right to her too. Fuck.

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“<Should be even easier for you considering all you have to do is just walk away.>” the Khajiit hissed. It wasn’t even that bad of an injury, just a lucky slice on his leg from a panicking necromancer. Granted, it was deep, but he just had to clean it up and bind it and he’d be fine soon enough.

FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?

Who’s touching him is a big deal. A stranger? They’d be looking at anything from him sliding away from them, out of touching range to getting a bite or a punch to the face or some other sensitive place. A random touching him out of the blue, either in neutral or friendly intentions he’s gonna slide away from, feeling hella fucking uncomfortable. Someone who grabs his shoulder and makes some threatening comment is gonna get punched. More aggressive grabs they’re just going to get straight up bitten. J’hasi doesn’t fuck around when he feels threatened, a stranger who pushes even after that is going to end up going to the healer’s afterwards. Nothing lifethreatening, just incapacitated and in a lot of fucking pain.

A friend’s touch depends on how close they are. A new, friendly but not creepy acquaintance is likely to be a little surprise, possibly even a positive point for them depending on circumstances. Too soon and he gets creeped out. It’s a delicate balance in the first few interactions. After the initial impressions are made and J’hasi feels relatively okay with a new friend, non-creepy touches can reinforce the bond, and oftentimes once he feels like it’s okay to give touches back, that’s the point that they transition into ‘official’ friend. He may still feel a little hesitant with them at times, but by and large he’s comfortable with them, and touches are usually warmly received and returned.

J’hasi hasn’t felt the touch of a loved one in a long time, but when he does he usually ends up almost acting like a little kid again. He’s very open and trusting with loved ones, fully relaxing to the point that sometimes he melts into them, like when being given hugs. Lots of purring and rubbing his face on them, just very calm and relaxed. This is assuming he’s either alone with them or around others he trusts about as much, in public he still relaxes, but not to the point that he would if they were alone, and while he purrs, it’s not as loud and he’s not rubbing his face on them so much as he’s just resting his forehead or cheek against them. Alone, hugs are almost like upright cuddles, honestly.

HUMBLE. -How does your muse handle praise?

Depends on the person giving it. Usually J’hasi’s default is surprise, then feeling kinda better about himself for a short while afterwards. He doesn’t say much, but the way it makes him feel is very clear in his expression and body language.

If it’s from someone who doesn’t usually give out praise, the most he’d say is like an ‘oh, really?’ and then be a little confused afterwards, with or without the feelgood feeling. (e.g. Astarill giving genuine praise)

If it’s from someone he looks up to, he’ll be surprised, then a big stupid grin will be on his face and he’ll feel pretty good about himself afterwards, but rarely says much. (e.g. Sees-In-Mist teaching him when he was a hatchling)

If it’s from someone he’s usually antagonistic with, which is typically returned, he’ll have the split second of surprise before he realizes it’s genuine and not sarcasm, and then turn right into a smirk, typically accompanied by some sort of quip or remark. (e.g. gods forbid if Icarus ever praised J’hasi ever)

“DAMN.” Questions for Muses.

sheriff–cait:

  • BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst? 
  • DNA. -What was your muses home life like?
  • YAH. -Something your muse agrees on 100% of the time.
  • ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc.
  • FEEL. -How does your character react to a persons touch? A random stranger’s? A loved one’s? A friend’s?
  • LOYALTY. -Does your character have any loyalty to any group?
  • PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?
  • HUMBLE. -How does your muse handle praise?
  • LUST. -Who does your muse find attractive?
  • LOVE. -Does your muse have a “special someone”
  • XXX. -What’s the raunchiest thing your muse has ever done?
  • FEAR. -What are your muses biggest fears?
  • GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it.
  • DUCKWORTH. -Has your muse ever thought about committing or committed a crime?

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase

creativichee:

(creator note: I recommend 3-10 sentences but go for a longer piece if you really feel it! Replace pronouns as needed for the character / point of view)

  1. don’t leave 
  2. this was a mistake
  3. [I] trusted [you]
  4. one chance
  5. help
  6. illusion
  7. silent fury
  8. sunbathing
  9. falling
  10. righteous
  11. drastic
  12. candles
  13. too loud
  14. overgrown
  15. trembling hands
  16. in dreams
  17. empty
  18. flinders
  19. sea change
  20. alone, finally
  21. collapse
  22. nap
  23. sated
  24. tender
  25. senseless
  26. how dare [you]
  27. hide
  28. something about [them]
  29. sweat
  30. harsh whisper
  31. breeze
  32. dust motes
  33. saccharine
  34. bauble
  35. filthy
  36. total control
  37. defy
  38. soak
  39. accursed
  40. pet
  41. comfort food
  42. savior
  43. undone
  44. cheap
  45. svelte
  46. shimmer
  47. crave
  48. rampage
  49. nightfall
  50. accost

[Update, def sober now, my spinner was outside in the snow where I fell over when I got out of the car and my glasses and general drunk mess fixed up. Granted it was just a chair piece fallen out and a misplaced towel rack but it counts ok.]

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