The Khajiit scowled.
“Me? Turn it around and maybe you’d be right. I’m not the one living in the middle of my own larder.”
🍎, 📲, and 👁🗨 ?
🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist
The Khajiit sighed, rubbing his face.
“I’m no good at these sort of questions…” His head dropped back, leaning on the cool stone wall he was enjoying the shade of, thinking with his eyes shut. He rubbed the back of his neck as his head dropped back down with another sigh.
“I guess…some sort of peace between people. Not just between races, but between individuals too. I just…I really hate seeing people hurt each other for stupid reasons. I’ve seen more than I care to.”
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📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like
J’hasi looked physically uncomfortable, fidgeting with the edges of his bandages over his hands.
“Um… Hist, this sounds really terrible without context… I really…really am not alright with young children ever since…” He swallowed, looking down, ears flicking back.
“I don’t mind them as much when they’re behaving and somewhat quiet, but when they screech and dart around…” The Khajiit swiped over the back of his mouth quickly, the white spots of his ears flushing a light pink.
“I’ll be kind to them and sometimes play if they wish, but…I really…do not like playing tag with them. It’s…it’s too much for my…condition…”
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👁🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike
He huffed.
“What’s the point of liking something and pretending otherwise? I like warm fireplaces, I’ll purr if I want to! I like fish and milk and that’s no ones’ business but my own!” J’hasi folded his arms crossly, ears flattened to the sides of his head.
“It’s stupid, somehow being ashamed of something that brings you happiness. Hist knows there’s little enough of it to be had in the first place, why ruin it?”
“Last I checked, I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“Are you always so hostile to those who offer help, or am I special?”
The Khajiit’s muzzle wrinkled in a snarl, ears flicking back.
“<Give you three guesses as to why that is, leech.>”
Secrets Down Under- Icarus/J’hasi
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“Alright you.” Ancano sneered as he dragged his subordinate into the courtyard, “Show me where this werewolf is.”
Icarus pointed at the trap door, refusing to take another step closer until he was certain the beast was gone. Ancano couldn’t roll his eyes any further into the back of his skull. He grumbled something in Altmeris as he stormed his way to the trapdoor, flames at the ready in one of his hands. Opening the trap door, his gold eyes scanned the bottom of the ladder. He puzzled, noting that something large was definitely down there, but a werewolf? Preposterous.
He stuck his head in through the door before going down the rest of the way. Moments passed, and while Icarus would have no qualms over Ancanos demise, he also wouldn’t want that thing to have an reason to come back up here. Icarus jumped when he heard the trapdoor slam open, and for once, he was relieved to see Ancano. Ancano however, did not feel the same about Icarus obviously.
“There was nothing down there but a boot, you miserable sleck!” The Altmer snapped, slamming the foul-smelling boot into Icarus’ face. “I’m not wasting any more time with this. I’m going back to bed, and I suggest you do the same. I don’t care if you’ve had 30 minutes of sleep or not, I will see you at your classes tomorrow. Is. That. Clear?!”
“But it was– It- It had m–” Icarus struggled to form words and gestures, “Sir I assure I was not–” eventually giving in to Ancanos demands, “…. Yes sir.” Icarus slumped back in defeat to his dorm room. Chucking his uniform into one of the laundry buckets. He exhaled through his nostrils, Aldaril had already taken claim to the bed. Icarus curled himself onto the pile of old bedrolls until,
<“Hey Icarus?”>
<“Yeah?”>
<“Why’s it smell like piss in here all the sudden?”>——————————
The next morning was a long one for Icarus, he was barely able to keep his eyes open, grumbling as he shifted awkwardly in the mages robes. The mess room was rather quiet this morning. Icarus couldn’t help but notice that he had about as much helpings on his plate as Aldaril did. Maybe it was the stress from the werewolf perhaps?
“Gods, these are so uncomfortable.” Icarus grumbled, fidgeting with the wool on his sleeves.
“Well, maybe next time don’t piss your robes and you wouldn’t have this problem.”
“Fuck you Aldaril! I’m telling you, theres a werewolf down there in that cellar!”
Aldaril crooked his brows, taking a spoonful of stew.
“You sure you just didn’t see a bear or something? You always overreact whenever you see bears.”
“Oh shut up! I know a bear when I see one and that was definitely not a bear!”
“Why were you down there anyways?” Aldaril tilted his head at his brother, “I thought that area was restricted, or at least according to Ancano…”
“N-Nothing I just-…” Icarus was flustered, looking both ways before getting up.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ve got to get to class. I’ll see you around,”
The Khajiit came around again a few moments after shifting back, sore and cold and by the Hist his head… J’hasi grimaced, pressing his forehead into the snow under him, eyes squeezed shut. While he always had a massive headache after his monthly shifts, this one was particularly bad… When his skull felt less like exploding and more of just pulsing uncomfortably he sat up slowly, looking around to survey the damage. His eyes wandered over the scrambled pawprints, the barely-touched venison still frozen solid (he figured that the wolf wouldn’t like it) and…
The straps were chewed clean through.
J’hasi shivered, hoping that no one heard him down here at least, though after getting cleaned up a little and dressed before sneaking back to the dorms…it seemed something had happened last night, and he had a sinking feeling it had something to do with him.
He’d gotten a mead to slug down before classes, not looking forward to lecture and spellcasting with his head as it was when he caught the Thalmor whelp’s conversation with his brother. The Khajiit’s heart froze in his chest before unsteadily pounding, listening intently while staring down at the label of his drink, trying to appear calm and not-listening. He shivered a little, the brat had seen him, moreover, he had opened his big mouth about it to everyone on College grounds…
He’d have to be more careful. Or at least give his wolf a bit more of a chance next time…he was wondering why his fur reeked like piss this morning…
Secrets Down Under- Icarus/J’hasi
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<”OH SWEET MAGNUS, NO NO NO NO NO!”> The justciars shrieks echoed through the courtyard. He desperately thrashed his leg to get the sudden stabbing pain off his ankle. It was when he looked down to give the beast a good kick to the face was when his heart went from nearly pounding out of his chest to a complete stop.
Now that he had finally gotten a proper view of what was trying to maul him, the piss he had been fighting so hard to contain had overcome his abilities to actually contain it. He hardly noticed the warmth running down his legs as his eyes were glued what he could only describe as– no, that was definitely a werewolf chewing on his ankle.
The terrified mer held no composure as he screamed, kicked, and pulled away until his boot came off with a pop, whether if it was the lubrication of sweat and urine, he didn’t care. Icarus bolted away from that blasted trap door as quick as a spooked hare.
The doors of the Hall of Attainment opened up with a crashing boom. Icarus paying no heed to the noise of crashing and hyperventilating as he knocked down the nearest barrels and crates in front of the door.
He immediately slammed into the door of his dorm immediately after, his brother immediately jumping out of his sleep.
“Wh- Who- Who goes t–” Aldaril scrambled between Altmeris and common to make out a composed sentence, trying to process what was going on. <“Icarus…?”> He rubbed his eyes, finally noticing his brother, <“Where have you been? Ancano was looking for you all night. Do you even know what time it is? Where is your other bo–”>
<“GODS. ALDARIL. WEREWOLF. WEREWOLF.”> The spooked justiciar struggled to form a proper sentence, a mess of words rolled gracelessly from his mouth at the speed of light.
<“Woah, woah. Slow down, slow down. In Altmeris please.”> Aldaril held out his hands, attempting to calm down his panicked brother. <”What happened?”>
<“THERE’S A FUCKING WEREWOLF. OUTSIDE IN THE GODSDAMNED DOOR. TRYING TO EAT ME. IS THAT CLEAR ENOUGH FOR YOU. YOU COLOSSAL DEN’NT.”>
A loud thud made the mer yelp, but got flustered when he heard voices outside either demanding that they kept it down or demanding to know what was going on. The rest of the color drained from the justiciars face when he heard that all too familiar voice storming down the hall, slamming the door open.
“Oh, I hope you have a very good excuse as to why you are making this kind of racket at the crack of dawn,” Ancano seethed through his teeth, the fires of Oblivion blazed in his eyes, “Because at this point I have absolutely no qualms with shipping you off to the neare–”
“Werewolf. Outside.” The justiciar wheezed, looking as if he was going to pass out any minute.
“What?”
“Werewolf. Th-theres a werewolf outside.”
There was silence for a moment, then a sudden round of murmurs of concern passed through the hall, before Ancano grabbed the justiciar by the collar, scoffing at the mess he had made in front of the entrance, “Aldaril clean that mess up. This ones going with me to show me this… ‘werewolf.’” Icarus shook his head violently in protest but Ancano was having none of it. The second the entrance was cleared, he dragged the sorry excuse for a justiciar out into the open.
The beast was bound and determined to get its meal, but the rush of scent invading its nose, its mouth from the prey’s urine made its grip slip just enough for it to escape. Well, sans a boot. The creature snorted, shaking its head vigorously to rid itself of the overwhelming stench and taste as the prey took the opportunity to scramble up the ladder and outside.
The wolf let out a snarling roar before leaping for the exit, only to yelp when it slammed its shoulder into the frame and knocked itself back down to the tunnels below. The beast climbed up the ladder and attempted to squirm through, but all it could do was get its head and a single shoulder out in time to see its meal vanish into yet another door.
The were growled sharply, trying to push itself through even harder, legs trembling against the ladder under its paws, claws scratching into the underside of the trapdoor frame…but its shoulders were too broad, its rage pressing too strongly on its mind to think. It wriggled furiously, trying to get through until it let out a coughing bark, pushing itself back into the tunnels with a thump of snow.
The beast paced for a moment, growling, readying itself for another attempt before it felt that familiar sharp tug in its chest. It snarled in frustration, grabbing the lone boot from its prey and furiously shaking it in its jaws before throwing it against the wall, snarling again, louder this time. The werewolf huffed, frustrated and hungry before turning around, dropping to all fours as it started heading back into the depths of the tunnels, sulking over the loss of a fresh kill.
So close, but the moonset was far stronger than its own willpower.
Guilt- Aldaril/Jhasi
Aldarils mind was was a haze the entire trip back to Winterhold. The sobbing of the mother and child echoed hauntingly in his mind while they were escorted by Morwaen and her companion. Icarus dragged the mangled corpse behind him like a hunting dog who had caught its first prey. The soldier found it difficult to step foot into town; he could feel the icy glares of the observing townsfolk crawling up his back. His stomach churned as they hurled insults and threats towards him and his comrades. Icarus returning the threats did not help the matter.
Ancano was already waiting at the gates of the college, not even bothering to look up at first. “Well, did you come up with s-… Oh dear.” The older mer grimaced when he saw both his subordinates caked in blood and one of them with a headless carcass. “Well, I suppose I’ll need to make a report on this and inform the jarl.” He exhaled deeply through his nostrils, lips stretched, “Well done, you two.”
While Icarus took the praise like a proud child, Aldaril hardly acknowledged it, just staring blankly ahead. A ten minute walk to the college seemed like an hour, the guilt weighed heavily on his mind. From the corner of his eye, the student mages stared at him, some looking concerned, others shaking their head in disappointment and turning away.
Aldaril trudged his way to their dorm room, letting the bloodied armor collapse onto the floor as he undid the leather straps securing them. He approached the basin; Icarus forgot to empty the old water again, not that it mattered now. Washing the blood off his face, he trembled watching all of the blood drip from his hands. The water in the basin had gone completely red before he had gotten properly cleaned. The harsh words of the distraught mother replayed through his mind, followed by the curses and threats and protests of others he had arrested or even ended the lives of in the span of thirty years. The Altmer were either blessed or cursed with their acute memory. Stressed and overcome with overbearing guilt, Aldaril doubled over and retched into the basin. He gagged, coughing up acid and bile.
They told him it was for the good of the Aldmeri Dominion and the future and safety of its people. They told him this would get easier as the years went by. Thirty years later, nothings changed. He was murdering civilians and he was no longer even sure what he was fighting for anymore. He lifted the skirts from the bed, Icarus generally had some mead hidden under there. Finding an empty bottle, the Altmer chugged the entirety of its contents within a couple of swigs.
Changing into a set of clothes that weren’t covered in dry blood stains, Aldaril lumbered his way to the mess hall– there was no way in the eight divines he could go back to the bar, let alone Winterhold, without getting lynched. Clumsily placing a hand of septims onto the bar, he managed to utter the words “Three Alto. Please.”
The taller mer glanced back; no one was even looking in his direction, but he could just feel the stares of disapproval hitting him like a mallet to the head. The second the lass at the bar placed the large bottles of wine at the bar, he grabbed them and booked it back to the dorm.
Some time had passed before he finished one of the bottles and was half way through the second. He was seated at the floor, leaning on the side of the bed. His ears caught a small creak at the door. He sighed heavily, taking one more long swig before responding.
<”Icarus, I dunno how much longer I can do this…”>
The presence at the door paused for a moment before pushing it open wide enough for the dark Khajiit to slip inside. He could smell the blood and vomit all the way upstairs and had to investigate or at least clean it up. This close to a full moon…it wasn’t exactly helping his studies…
J’hasi looked over the distraught mer, finding only bruises and… His breathing caught a little in his throat when he spotted the pile of discarded bloodied armor, his stomach clenching sharply. Would it be too much to hope that he’d murdered his brother in a fit of clarity? The Khajiit’s ears pulled back a little, tail curling behind him.
“S’not Icarus.” he said quietly, catching the sound of whispers behind him and slipping inside the rest of the way, closing the door for privacy. If Aldaril didn’t want him here, he’d probably say so. J’hasi took a slow breath, regretting it instantly as the rush of blood-scent taunted his wolf, making his mouth water a little. He swiped over his mouth with his sleeve, cautiously approaching the Altmer on the floor, drunk or at least on the way.
“…what happened? That’s not your blood, is it?” he asked, uncertain if Aldaril would even answer him.
Not a Free Healer- Alabyn/Jhasi
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Alabyn huffed from his nostrils, brows furrowed. These were clean…?
“He’s not uh-… He’s not going to be a happy k-khajiit, but, but- b-… but he’ll pull through.”
He exhaled, the strong copper smell of that much blood was always a tad offensive to his nostrils. “N’chow…” He grumbled, pressing one of the rags firmly onto the puncture until he was ready to delve in for healing. “Alright. Going in on th-three… two…”
The mer shoved two fingers into the puncture wound, feeling for the pressure of flowing blood. <“Easy… Easy…”> The mer uttered in Dunmeris as he anticipated the Khajiit to start jerking around– for the past 200 or so years, it was nothing new for him to deal with patients like that, so it was generally the first thing to anticipate from them.
Always expect the worse and you’ll never be disappointed, yeah?
The Khajiit yowled at the sudden spike in pain, trying to squirm away from it, but unable to make much progress in his weakened state. His tongue, however, wasn’t nearly as hindered, yelping out a few choice curse words before he tried to grab for the offending arm to pull it away. J’hasi whimpered, ears flicking back as his teeth grit tight at the pain, eyes barely opening to see someone, blurry and way closer than expected. He bared his fangs in a hiss at the attempt at reassurance.
“<Hurts!>” he snapped, trying to pull at the mer’s arm again, but not having any more success than the first attempt. The most he managed to do was to make himself pass out from pain again for a moment, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head before the next stabbing sensation brought him back to the surface, hissing out something exceptionally vulgar that the bystander Nords thankfully couldn’t understand.
Dagur looked uncertain, unsure if he should help or…maybe just leave the healer to his work.
[I probably should write down my headcanons for Argonian funerals actually, makes more sense why J’hasi wouldn’t want to eat them >_>;]
[Also him not giving a fuck about Maven Whats-Her-Face bc uh Dark Brotherhood? Yeah whatever they sent like what a couple dozen guys and they still couldn’t kill me, I’m real scared :/]
[Doing quests with J’hasi is interesting bc like…sometimes he just doesn’t give a damn about things? Like Morrowind he was like ‘I help and they’ll give me shinies I can use to get food without ppl chasing me down! :D’ In Skyrim I started doing quests in Markarth for funsies and ideas and like…the Namira quest he’s just like ‘Guilt? What?’ and ‘uh…okay…’ before he’s like ‘okay so if I take care of these fucking undead then I’ll have an easier time getting some human flesh yeah?’
When the lady is like ‘oh yeah btw go convince this guy to come here and Namira will do the rest’ he’s just like ‘:/ fuck that I can do this easier myself what a waste of time’.
Not to mention all the Nords being like ‘THE SILVER BLOOD FAMILY WILL BE HEARD’ and ‘IM A SUPERBREAD MER AND WE CLAIM THAT RELIGIOUS TALOS’ J’hasi’s more or less like ‘uh ok…’ and leaves lmao]
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