vvardenfellcat

askdusty:

Dust has somehow gotten ahold of a lute. She isn’t entirely sure how, honestly, but with the bonfire roaring behind her, sparks crackling and the air so crisp and clear, it hardly seems to matter. She strums and sings merrily, happy to welcome any listeners with a little wink.

“Somewhere in a hidden memory
Images float before my eyes
Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires
And dancing till the next sunrise…”

J’hasi was drawn in by the singing and the calming strums of a lute, sitting down in front of who he recognized as Dust. He beamed at her, drunk, but knowing enough to keep quiet during a performance. He rocked a little in place, occasionally taking drinks of his spiced pumpkin mead. He couldn’t help half-humming along, trying to be quiet but the music pulling at him to sing too.

Ghost settled down behind him with a huff, the Khajiit leaning back into her pale side with a happy smile spreading over his face. She was a soft warmth at his back, while the bonfire warmed his front, helping against the oncoming chill of dusk, cinders trailing up into the darkening skies… His whiskers fanned out with a purr, tail tip tapping along to the rhythm.

Under Saarthal – Icarus/J’hasi

brothersofthedominion:

“GET BACK HERE, YOU MANGY ANIMAL!” Icarus bellowed as he struggled in comparison to the cat getting through the snow. He aimed another firebolt, but it extinguished before he could fire. He spat curses in Altmeris, even with the new amulet, his magicka was lacking. Nonetheless, the justiciar hurled threats and curses at the Khajiit while all the while attempting to rekindle enough energy for another firebolt. Buts this godsdamned snow. The cat was getting away, and Icarus was not having any of it.

Moments later, if the cat could hear him from the far distance he gained on the mer, he’d hear him cackling like a mad elf as the justiciar plowed through melting snow, bright flames spewing through his hands, empty magicka bottles chucked behind him. “YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER, CAT!” the mer laughed manaically, slowing catching up to the black khajiit as the snow depth began to die down. Once the snow went up to his ankles, he aimed a couple more firebolts at the cat.

Blinded by rage and hate, the mer failed to realize that they had both entered Winterhold, failed to notice the panicked townsfolk and the guards chasing after him. More importantly, failed to noticed that he aimed a firebolt at the inn that the cat had run into.

It was one of those few moments that it was fortunate Ancano was in the area. The superior mers eyes widened as he scrambled up a ward to repel the firebolt within seconds, saving the town from his irresponsible subordinate.

Ancano grabbed the frenzied Altmer, a troubled look appeared on the older mers face as he saw the guards surround them. The mer cleared his throat, “I have this under control!” Ancano shooed away the guards, “No damage appears to be done and everyone is unharmed! Return to whatever it is you were doing! Official Thalmor business!”

The guards mumbled to themselves before spreading out, but not before threatening that they had their eyes on the pair. As they scattered, Ancano took his focus to his subordinate, who was still shouting Altmeris obsceneties to the Khajiit inside. A scowl slowly turned into an angry display of teeth on Ancanos face.

“You ingrate!” Ancano spat as he clonked the smaller mer over the head. “Are you trying to get us all kicked out of the college. I should have had you exp-” His eyes caught glimpse of the amulet around his neck and the amulet in his hand. “What is this?!” Ancano hissed as he snatched both from the justiciar.

“Wait! Nononono– I need that! Sir! That helps my magicka somehow!” Icarus scrambled to reach the necklace from his superiors grasp.

“Absolutely not. You amazingly manage to be a irresponsible threat to the people while magickally handicapped. I don’t need to worry myself when you have a full supply. Now whats the o-” Ancano paused the second he got a closer look at the other amulet.

He knew he had seen that amulet before.

…

Wait a moment…

“Where… Where did you get this?” Ancano inquired sternly.
“What- that?” Icarus pointed at the smaller of the two amulets, “What are you talking about- I’ve had that since I was a child.”
“Elaborate.”
“I’m-I’m sorry what?” Icarus stammered, confused.
“Where did you get that amulet?!” Ancano interrogated, the his clenched fist inches from the smaller Altmers face. The amulet swung back and forth between his knuckles.

“What- I- Wh-” Icarus stumbled away from the overbearing mer, “From my mother. Said its supposed to be something she got from my father.” He was very much confused. “The hells this about anyways?”

Ancano exhaled deeply, “… It’s nothing.” He took in mind the broken chain, “The other student damaged this, I assume?”

“Yes, sir…?”
“Very well. I’ll see this gets repaired. I’ll speak with the Archmage and see if the khajiit can cover repair expenses since it was his doing. It may take a couple weeks if I can’t find a blacksmith in the area, however, so I hope you are okay with that. Worse case scenario, your colleague is buying you a new chain.”
Icarus was incredibly confused about the sudden and unexpected kindness. However, he was not one to complain if the coin was not coming out of his pocket.”Really? I would appreciate that. I um… Thank you sir.”
“Mm.” Ancano hummed, a stern expression still on his face. His eyes shot a glare at Icarus. “Now get back to the college!” He barked, “We don’t pay you to screw around at an expensive institution!”
Icarus scrambled in the direction leading to the campus “Yes sir!!”

Ancano inhaled, stuffing the amulet in his pocket, no intention of either speaking to Savos or getting the jewelry repaired, “Well this should be interesting…”

J’hasi’s back slammed against the door, gasping for breath, clutching at his shoulder. He could hear yelling outside, pressing his ear to the wood, listening while also trying to find a way out. Dagur peered at him from behind the bar, confused and then shocked at the sight of blood streaking down the front of the Khajiit’s robes.

…the yelling stopped.

He tried to listen more closely with the pounding of his heart in his ears, his ragged breathing…and then it was quiet outside, aside from the growing howl of wind.

The Khajiit let out a whoosh of breath, relaxing slightly. Safe. For now. He just…he needed to sit down…

…or he could meet the floor rather abruptly. That worked too. J’hasi groaned thinly, seeing bright red at the edge of his vision before his eyes closed.

boarchasers:

‘Smart.’

Almost too smart. The sort of smartness which came from personal experience, of being the disappointed thief once too often. Trond narrowed his eyes over his drink, but in the end he shook his head and took another mouthful of mead. There were more important things to worry about on a festival day.

He swallowed and gave a small, satisfied sigh, before waving the tankard towards the horse. A creature that size usually earned extreme caution from the guard, but in the crowds, with the music and the colours and the smell of spices and sugar, Trond was prepared to overlook that, too.

‘Yours?’ he asked. ‘Doesn’t look like one of Skulvar’s.’

J’hasi smiled, giving her neck a good scratch.

“Yeah, she is. Name’s Ghost. She found me somewhere along the coast in Winterhold and hasn’t left me alone since.” As if to retort she blew a gust of hot air in his face. The Khajiit beamed, stroking her nose.

“She’s real friendly, you can pet her if you want. Just mind that she doesn’t try to make a snack out of your hair. Though that might not be a problem since yours is so short. Or it might, maybe she likes a challenge.”

astarill:

Oh, something ‘weird’ happened, huh? In an institute of magical learning? Amazing. Astarill obscured the smirk that threatened to show with a sip of his drink, and he scoffed, quietly.

“Very good.” And he said this without a hint of irony, “I can think of no better application of cryomancy than that.”

J’hasi giggled, whether from the comment or Ghost nibbling on his ears it was hard to tell. He took another drink as she puffed her hot breath into his fur.

“Makes him late to class, maybe he’ll get kicked out. Wouldn’t that be nice? Sick of him skulking around and following me, anyways. He’s a terrible sneak.” The Khajiit finally relented, allowing the pale mare pestering him to have a small drink from his tankard.

“Would be nice to experience the College without them around. Everyone’s always so tense.” He looked up at the Altmer with a slight frown.

“Is that why you left?”

jesterdk:

Always more Morrowind.

“Where did you get that attire?”

The Khajiit frowned, then looked down at his clothes.

“Uhhhmmm…the jacket is from a friend, the shirt I got from a shop in Winterhold, and the pants…

M’not sure where I got the pants.” J’hasi looked up with a grin, showing the stranger his bandage-wrapped hands.

“These are a combination of myself and a healer’s efforts. Stellar job, they did. I like your scarf, by the way, it looks warm!”

For those of us who’ve been absent from the TES scene for a while, who’s Ghost?

[Ghost is J’hasi’s massive fucking horse. She’s a sweetheart and quiet but also smart enough to be a troublemaker when she wants to be. She’s got a headcanon post here, and her own tag here :D]

astarill:

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J’hasi hummed, seeming far more relaxed than usual. The slight scent of spiced pumpkin and mead on his fur might lead one to the culprit. “Food, booze. Maybe archery.” He shrugged, not noticing his horse behind him until she nosed at his scarf. “Honestly whatever gets me away from those Thalmor at the College is worth the trip. Ancano creeps me out.”

The mere mention of the ‘advisor’s’ name brought a sneer to his features, as if the wine in his cup had suddenly gone sour. He shook his head, staring over the crowd. He was still around, was he? Un-fucking-believable. The College’s cowardly approach to the matter hadn’t been his first reason to leave. Not even his second. But it was up there.

“How is the College these days? Aside from their continued acquiescence of Thalmor presence.”

The Khajiit’s mouth stretched into a lopsided frown, only for Ghost to bump into the side of his cheek and startle him a little, lifting a hand up to stroke her nose.

“I guess as normal as it was when I got there. Kinda. Something weird happened on an excavation so that’s…fun. Otherwise classes are alright. Still having problems, but not as bad as it used to be. Still have to sit through Colette’s lectures fairly often, though.” He took a drink of his mead, having to nudge a certain pale mare’s nose away from it first.

“I try to keep off campus as much as I can

because of the ‘guests’, honestly. When I don’t have classes I help with errands, enchantment pickups, and getting books for Urag.” A mischievous grin flicked across J’hasi’s face.

“Oh, and I’m practicing my frost magic more. I freeze the short one’s clothes in a bucket of water in the courtyard every so often.”

“What is your favorite thing about the festival so far?”

astarill:

“The mulled wine, without a doubt.”

That, and the fact that he could take his mind off the fifty different things running through his mind, begging his attention. Alcohol and distraction. Precisely what everyone was here for, surely.

“Was there anything in particular you came for?”