[When minor plot points are figured out and you get giddy but like…it’s really not all that interesting BUT YOU GET TO DO NEAT THINGS WITH UR OC]
boarchasers:
Haaki nodded at a few of the people milling away from the scene, now that the action of the chase was over and daily life waiting to be resumed, before returning his attention to J’hasi.
‘He’s in the guard. Trond Boar-Chaser. Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself first.’ He extended a hand. ‘Haaki. Um, Haaki Boar-Chaser. Obviously.’
The Khajiit rose a brow before taking the offered hand, giving a small shake.
“J’hasi. And condolences. Met Trond a time or two, didn’t even know his name until his wife told me.” Was it his wife? He’d been plastered last New Life, which considering his tolerance, was a miracle the inn had enough drink to allow that. He leaned back on the stone wall behind him, keeping a curious, but watchful eye on the guardsmen in case they decided to pin the crime on him instead after all.
“Considering his uh…’dedication’ to his job, I don’t suppose he cuts you any slack, does he?”
boarchasers replied to your post : ❝ I’m glad that’s done. I need a nap. ❞ [Haaki]
‘No, I just need to prepare for my brother going on about it later. He won’t shut up about it for at least a week.’
The Khajiit frowned.
“Uh…so who’s your brother? Or are strangers immune from hearing about it?”
How long would they last in a zombie apocalypse?
J’hasi would last as long as he wanted. Stress on the wanting part. If he doesn’t have anyone left and no way to cure people, there isn’t a whole lot going for him. He’s good at surviving, but if he’s just going to live the rest of forever by himself with no hope of anything good happening, either an end or finding someone else alive and cognitive enough to enjoy talking to, he doesn’t see much of a point.
Even if its just some kids that managed to survive, he’d adopt them in a heartbeat and get them whatever supplies they needed and teach them and yeah den mother J’hasi lmao
❝ I’m glad that’s done. I need a nap. ❞ [Haaki]
J’hasi frowned, cocking a brow at the stranger.
“Does day-to-day drama really tire you out that much?” Granted, he was glad that he wasn’t being grilled for a nonexistent confession, the actual thief being marched off to Dragonsreach, but did people really find watching such things entertaining?
19. Something that made them laugh
“I…I don’t know, I laughed at a lot of stuff when I was younger before…before uh…” the Khajiit cleared his throat, shaking his head.
“Nevermind. I guess I laughed when I was happy? Or when Sees or Jeer or my friends played with me? Kids laugh a lot when they’re excited from what I’ve seen.”
6. An old enemy/bully.
A dark look came over J’hasi’s face.
“Shadows. He…he wasn’t of our tribe, Jeer said to stay away from him, but…I didn’t really realize why they were so against me being around him. I guess…I just thought that’s how outsiders treated each other or…something? I mean Jeer and I were close, we didn’t treat each other like that, but the others would treat me like Shadows did for being different and…” He hissed out a low curse, turning his face away.
“…I was a child. I didn’t know better. I know better now.”
A warm breeze rustled the tall grasses of the plain. It coaxed the dragon out of his slumber, long wings and muscles stretching in the midday sun. A heavy yawn followed.
It would have been a scenic, impressive sight; however, the half eaten mammoth carcass that rested a few feet away ruined the image.
It had been a day or two without sign of something to eat that should’ve tipped him off, honestly. J’hasi had been crossing one of the rare flat, warmish parts of Skyrim on an errand for Urag when he’d finally caught the scent of something edible. Hopefully tasty.
The Khajiit hadn’t realized that the scent of a fresh kill he’d been following was still guarded by its hunter, at least…not until what he’d taken for a huge rock was in fact alive, and worse, awake, its massive wingspan throwing a dark shadow over the ground. J’hasi’s fur rose on end at the sight of the massive creature’s jaws opening, the flash of sharp teeth lining them…
He darted behind the mammoth carcass, shaking, hoping that the giant reptilian…whatever it was didn’t have a good sense of smell.
❝ Stop! You have violated the law! Pay the court a fine or serve your sentence.❞ [Trond, of course]
The Khajiit’s brows rose, cocking his head a tiny fraction under his hood.
“If the crime is being too devilishly handsome, I’m afraid that’s your problem, mate.”
♛ ❝ You’ve got some nimble fingers. What have you been getting them into? ❞
The Khajiit’s ears pricked, looking up from his cup of tea he’d been carefully blowing cooler as to not burn his tongue again.
“Um…I-I don’t know? Ghost knows the way here now so I just um…I just work on my homework on the way.”
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