ancientspecter – vvardenfellcat

“I find your hand in my pocket, I’m going to cut it off.”

The Khajiit’s eyes went wide, ears flicking back at just how massive the mer was, the reek of undeath making a small noise come out of his throat. He backed up slowly, tail puffed and curled around his legs, wanting to turn tail and run, but not wanting to turn his back to something so big and terrifying.

When he backed up enough to bump into Ghost, he squeaked and bolted for the trees, the dappled mare snorting once, giving the vampire a long look before slowly turning to follow the fleeing Khajiit.

Spooky Scary Specters – Mzarkmiir/J’hasi

ancientspecter:

Mzarkmiir had not been proud, certainly not. But the scent of blood had become so alluring that he could not help but wander towards it. Especially in the condition he had been in. The Ballista had not been kind to him, bolts protruded from his armor, now digging into his skin. He had managed to escape with his life, and that was what mattered the most… Although, he did chide himself for his mistakes; mapping them out clearly in his mind as to not repeat them again.

But thinking had become difficult. He had retained his posture, walking tall and powerful. Although most of it was posturing, he had been well aware of the wolves that trailed behind him – perhaps waiting for him to drop dead so they could feed off of him… or perhaps they waited for the perfect moment to strike. Although eventually, they did seem to give up and move on… or so Mzarkmiir assumed, he hadn’t been in the best state of mind.

He could hear voices in the distance, now growing louder as he approached. The Dwemer had been exhausted, to be quite honest. Holding up his heavy plate armor and his rather large body became difficult after a while. And so, he hoped that this stranger would not opt to finish him off.

“… Hail, stranger.” He called out weakly from the forest.

The Khajiit’s ears pricked, startled a little by the sound of a voice. Ghost shifted, a quiet nicker her response while J’hasi got up, eyes flicking through the darkness where he’d heard the voice coming from. He didn’t like that he was upwind from them, he couldn’t smell them at all. But if they were a bandit, they wouldn’t give their position away like that. …maybe he was still a little jumpy from his shift. He reversed his grip on his knife, still coated in the deer’s blood, tail flicking behind him.

“…uh…hi. You lost, or…?” His eyes were starting to adjust with his back mostly to the flames, allowing him to pick out rough outlines of trees, rocks, but still left him not knowing exactly where they were.

Spooky Scary Specters – Mzarkmiir/J’hasi

“You’re going to get bit by the fire again.” The pale mare snorted a little at the Khajiit’s warning, nibbling at the grass near the rocks surrounding the campfire. Its orange glow lit her side up in harsh contrast as she slowly, casually walked around the ring of stones, tail swishing in the darkness behind her flank as she browsed the small, new blades poking up from the soil.

J’hasi smiled, shaking his head a little as he turned back to cutting, peeling back the hide of the deer he had brought down earlier that evening, brief strokes of a blade exposing the meat of the buck’s hind leg. A few cuts, some twisting, and a final wrench on the limb had it popping out of socket. He picked a few hairs off, cutting a small piece to snack on, further pieces laid on the heated rocks next to the fire to cook. Ghost lifted her head up, ears flicking for a few moments before she turned to look at the Khajiit and the carcass he was working on.

“…I gotta eat too. Don’t give me that look.” he muttered. She’d been avoiding him since she caught the scent of blood on him. It was natural, but it still bugged him a little. He prodded at one of the smaller pieces with his knife, hearing it hiss as it cooked, the smell making him hungry.