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“I am not accusing anyone, I am just saying it looks suspicious.”

“Th’ fuck is tha’ shupposed tah mean?” J’hasi grumbled, gingerly pushing his tongue against each of his teeth in turn, the taste of blood and the fear of feeling one of them give under the pressure making a metallic taste rise in the back of his throat.

Once he had confirmed that he hadn’t gotten any teeth knocked loose in the scuffle, the Khajiit swiped his tongue over the inside of his mouth and was about to spit the gathered blood into the canal…but then grimaced as he swallowed it instead, glancing at the vampire with an eye slightly closed in swelling.

“I didn’ do anything. If th’ guards want to arrest anyone, they can go pick up that racist drunk in th’ Barb.” he snapped, fur along the back of his neck and around his tail puffing in anger. He gently swiped at the blood leaking from his nose, sniffing a little and grimacing at the strong scent of rust and salt, and the little hint of undeath hanging around the mer.

“Don’ get any ideas, either. I’ve got more than enough fight left in me t’ handle you.”

Moon-And-Stars – Giovanni/J’hasi/Shadows

thatimperialbastard:

~~Blood Thirst Roll: 9~~
Giovanni got nowhere near as much blood as he had wanted before he was interrupted by a blunt strike to the side of his head. While that force wasn’t enough to loosen his fangs from the Khajiit, but the kick between his legs was enough to do that and roll him off his prey.

It took him a moment to recuperate from the throbbing pain between his legs, but clawed his hand into the khajiit’s throat before pulling his squirming victim back towards him, tearing his teeth back into his trap, pulling at the skin to release the blood quicker and more painfully. This time he straddled his prey; while his groin burned from the pressure of being on top of the khajiit, he was more than certain that that was not going to happen again. He pulled his teeth away, looking the terrified cat in those big, green eyes. His hand gripped the khajiits throat while his other reached for one of his elven daggers.

“Big mistake, little cat.” He seethed through his teeth, blood dripped from his lips down his chin and onto the khajiit.

J’hasi had tried to scramble away, kicking at the ash and dust, claws digging deep into the soil to get him away from the undead in its moments of pain, but his frantic whimpering burst into a loud sob of terror when he was dragged right back into the vampire’s hold, and this time, its weight was settled over his hips and lower stomach, preventing him from trying to roll over and squirm in an attempt to escape.

The Khajiit’s hands scrabbled over the arm attached to the hand latching at his throat, trying to pull it away. His head was thrown back as he let out another cry of pain at the second bite, writhing in a futile attempt to get away from it, feeling his blood slide down and soak into the fur on the back of his shoulder, dripping onto the ashy soil. Hot tears soaked down into the fur along his neck, a loud whimper coming out of him when the fangs were removed. His eyes widened and his pupils slimmed in fear when he saw the vampire go for a dagger strapped to its hip. One hand clutched at the wrist of the arm holding him down by the neck, the other pressed against the undead’s chest in hope of fending it off should it go for his throat next. The sight of the thing’s mouth and teeth dripping with his own blood made him feel faint as well as fueling the growing dread in the pit of his stomach. How much had it taken from him already?

A dagger slipped in front of the vampire’s throat, the edge pressing against skin in faint warning as a voice spoke up from behind.

“<Hand away from the blade, or I’ll saw your neck open like a violin.>” J’hasi’s eyes darted up from the undead’s face, looking up to see his brother there, eyes narrowed and a slight wrinkle to his nose. The Khajiit opened his mouth, starting to speak before the Saxhleel cut him off.

“<Sha->”

“<What were you doing, Imperial? Hm? Answer me, or this blade of mine will get a nice taste of your blood.>” came the quiet hiss just behind the vampire’s ear.

Call of the Beast (J’hasi/Jinn RP)

sieralonapprentice:

For once moonlight glistened on the snowy landscape. A lightening of the sky to the east suggested morning at some point, but for much of the world it still clung to darkness. Wind cut through all but the warmest of clothing, and the air near froze in Jinn’s lungs, but the starry sky and its beautiful aurora could be seen without the blemish of clouds.

Which was fine and dandy for a poetic soul, such as a graduate of the Bard’s College, but for the scrawny Bosmer curled under a tree it only meant a colder night.

He’d managed to light a fire before the deadliest temperatures could set in. Snow to two sides and a sturdy pine overhead did trap enough warmth for him to survive; huddled around the embers in a shivering heap, brambles clinging to remnants of stolen clothing, he might have been mistaken for a shrub in the predawn light.

Thus, he wasn’t surprised when a deer crashed into the clearing barely three yards from where he crouched. He was surprised at the panic emanating from the beast—no mere wolf or bear elicited that kind of reaction.

He wallowed in confusion for almost a heartbeat before things became rather more interesting than he’d bargained for…

Not even a split second after the deer burst from the trees, a massive black shadow crashed out of the underbrush, a terrifying roar that rivaled a grizzly’s in ferocity shattering the relative quiet. The dark shape’s long limbs sank deep into the snow before it sprang back into the air, pouncing on the panting doe. A short, panicked bleat came from the poor creature before her legs crumpled under the weight of her snarling hunter, a flash of sharp white teeth snatching her tender throat and tearing it wide, steaming red splattering onto chill white.

The beast let out a sharp growl, shaking its head violently to make sure its prey wasn’t going anywhere, a sharp crack issuing from the struggling doe’s neck before the hunter released the ripped flesh to let out a long, grumbling breath from between stained teeth. The steam from its hot lungs rose in a smoky cloud, illuminated by the light of the twin moons as it panted, sides heaving as it caught its breath. It growled once more before diving into its kill, tearing open the soft vulnerable belly of its kill. The beast tore a long strip of flesh free, meat and fat from the belly quickly snapped up, entire pieces swallowed nearly whole as it quickly and noisily, for lack of a better term, wolfed down its meal.

It was only a few minutes of eating before the beast stilled, nose twitching as it sniffed, ears pricking. The creature’s gleaming green eyes searched the darkness for the scent it was picking up, lighting up when they snapped to a huddled Bosmer near a pile of coals.

The werewolf’s muzzle wrinkled in a snarl, blood still dripping from its teeth before a low warning sound rumbled in its chest, bright green eyes wide and dilated with the quivering rage barely contained in its body.