kid!jhasi – vvardenfellcat

Thavrin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Child!J’hasi, Thavrin)

Thavrin slicked his sopping wet hair back and sighed. He glanced down at his squishy boots and groaned; the nice wolfskin boots that Sesuna had given him were absolutely waterlogged now, and would never be the same.

“Great, just great. How’m I gonna explain this?” He turned to the little Khajiit and frowned. “You’re fine, kid. Where are we? Any ideas?” Thavrin sighed, and his shoulders slumped as he ran a hand down his face. “Jeez, why am I askin’ you? You don’t got any idea what I’m sayin’…”

Marsh frowned, ears cocking at the weird noises the flat-face made. Their body language too, it was just…weird. It didn’t make sense. He huffed, but settled on searching for a nice place to sun and warm up again. If they weren’t concerned, the buzzers had to be gone.

His ears perked when he spotted a flat of rock, warm sunshine sprawled all over it and looking oh-so-inviting. Marsh tugged on the flat-face’s arm, trying to get them to go over by it before letting go and trotting over there by himself, tail swishing and dripping all over as his teeth chattered. He settled right in the middle of it, sitting down and starting to squeeze the water out of the feathers of his tail and crest, rolling around on the rock to dry off a little before trying to get comfortable in the sunshine. The Khajiit stretched out, tail arching over his back before relaxing and closing his eyes to rest in the warmth, cracking the lids open every so often to scan the surroundings for anything that may want to eat him.

Thavrin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Child!J’hasi, Thavrin)

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It wasn’t until Thavrin resurfaced for air a few yards downstream that he realized he’d lost track of the little Khajiit. He looked all around him, spotted him splashing around just out of arm’s reach, and with a groan he dove towards him.

“Hold still, brat! And keep your mouth shut–you ain’t supposed to breathe the water!” He made an attempt to grab the struggling child and to drag him ashore, hoping to whoever was listening that he wouldn’t get a face-full of claws and teeth, or worse, fire.

The initial brush of contact made the Khajiit start, a sharp yap with bared teeth an attempt to warn off any predators that thought to take a bite out of him. But when Marsh realized it was the flat-face, he latched onto them, shivering and scared, but grateful for a solid object in the moving water. His teeth chattered, trying to keep his head up high enough to be above the surface as the stranger continued to make incomprehensible noises.

Once on shore, the little Khajiit shivered, fur slicked over his scrawny frame as he kept quiet, looking around but still keeping a grip on both the hem of the flat-face’s shirt and their arm. It wasn’t until it registered why the flat-face had tossed him in the water in the first place that alarm flitted across his face and Marsh looked up at the stranger.

“<Buzzers gone?>” he inquired in a loud whisper, though he hoped they were. He felt too tired to run, leaning a little on the stranger. They weren’t Sees, but he didn’t know where Sees was.

Thavrin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Child!J’hasi, Thavrin)

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“Th’ fuck are you talking about?! Head to the stream! Go!”

Thavrin shinnied down the tree and snatched up the little Khajiit, hauling him under one arm as he leaped over fallen trees and ferns through the grove. He jumped in, dropped the child, and took a deep breath before submerging himself as well as he could.

Marsh squirmed indignantly at being picked up by the stranger, struggles only growing more panicked when they ran into and dropped him into moving water. It was so cold, too! Why was it so cold?! The Khajiit struggled to keep his head above the surface, floundering about trying to touch the bottom, tail swishing uselessly in the water. His short, panicked gasps was the only sound he could make, the yellow buzzers long forgotten through the sharp, panicked burn of silent terror.

Thavrin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Child!J’hasi, Thavrin)

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“NO! GO AWAY!” Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why did he think that the little Khajiit child would be unable to follow him up a tree? Why was tree-climbing his solution to everything these days?!

Thavrin looked around for something, anything, to throw at the little pest. There were no pine cones, no acorns, no chestnuts, only leaves. The child was coming closer, little by little, and Thavrin was out of options. He grit his teeth, seized a handful of leaves, and flung them uselessly in the Khajiit’s direction. They scattered every which way, kited about by the air, and failed to go anywhere near their mark, so Thavrin kept trying.

“Go away! Don’t come any closer you homicidal brat!”

He grabbed for his fifth cluster of leaves, but what he latched onto was something papery, and round, and full of angry bees who felt very threatened by his actions.

“Oh shit… oh shit! Get ‘em off me!”

Marsh’s ears cocked, frowning a little at the flat-face’s attempts to throw leaves at him, fur puffing and eyes widening at the loud humming that started up after. He didn’t know what the strange yellow things were that poured out of the weird nest, but judging by the panicked sounds coming from the stranger, they were bad news.

The Khajiit swallowed, looking down and shaking a little before pulling his claws free enough from the tree to slide down the trunk, hissing at the bite of bark on his stomach and chest before his feet hit the ground and tumbled to a halt on his rump. He looked up, neck craned to see the flat-face still in the tree.

“<Buzzers bite? Hurry! Water!>” he yelped out unhelpfully, pushing himself up to his feet and looking around for water. A lot of bugs didn’t like water. Fleshflies never followed him into the water.

wrathfulandsullen:

The shrieking certainly didn’t stop when the magical fire appeared. Memories of an unpleasantly warm incident by the shore flashed through Thavrin’s mind. He scrambled to his feet and climbed up the nearest tree, screaming the whole way. Only when he reached the top did he realize that maybe a tree wasn’t the best place to escape from an angry, pyromantic child.

“Go way!” He screeched. “I don’t know what you want from me!”

The hatchling’s fur puffed more in surprise than anger when there was a sudden rush of movement, the fire flaring for a few moments before it slowly simmered down to a steady flicker along his spine and limbs. He looked up in awe at how quickly the flat-face had climbed, as he didn’t remember them having claws. Or did they? Marsh pondered over this for a few moments, long enough for the flames to die off, having used up what little magicka had been in his reserves.

The Khajiit got up, rubbing at his watery eyes so he could see better, said eyes wide for a few moments afterwards before he grinned, laughing.

“<You climb fas’, flat-face! I wanna try!>” he chirped, walking over to the trunk and digging his claws into the bark, trying to pull himself up. The bark was rougher than what was on the trees at home, and it broke off easier too. He didn’t have a running start either, nor something that wanted to eat him on his tail, so his ascent was slow, small pricks of claws and short huffs the only sounds of pursuit up the tree.

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Thavrin went down with a shriek, both knees buckling. He kicked and struggled, trying to disentangle himself from the toothy little Khajiit before he lost a limb.

“What the fuck’s that for?! You want food? This ain’t how you ask for it you little brat! Leggo my leg!”

Marsh didn’t like the loud sounds coming out of the flat-face’s mouth. They were too loud, and he didn’t know why they were making them. Why didn’t they talk? Why couldn’t they just let him touch?! Now he was getting mad and frustrated because they weren’t listening to him!

The louder, more piercing sound gave rise to his fur before a knee was jostled enough to hit him in the stomach. The kid let out a short yelp, ears flicking back in pain before he bared his fangs and hissed. The last thing the poor Bosmer would’ve seen was a pair of eyes, nearly a solid green from the slitted pupils and shiny with a watery sheen before the puffed-up Khajiit burst into flames.

Granted, they were small. But their proximity to rather…flammable items on the mer’s person would prove to be less than desirable nonetheless.

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“Hey, what’re you—ow! Hey!” Thavrin squirmed and tried in vain to get the little cub off of him. He glared down at the child as he struggled to maintain his balance.

“What are you even saying?! C’mon!”

The squirming only prompted Marsh to dig his claws in more securely, not liking the feeling of hanging there by flimsy cloth. Despite that being his own doing, his fangs were bared in a hiss before he suddenly let go, letting himself fall to the ground. He landed awkwardly before darting for the stranger’s legs, biting with sharp needle teeth at the vulnerable flesh just above the back of the knee, claws digging in as his fur puffed up all over. A yowl started to grow louder in the back of the Khajiit’s throat, tail swishing sharply behind him.

He’d bring them down if they were going to be so mean about it. He’d get to touch the face-feathers AND show them! Show them what, he wasn’t too sure on the details yet. But he’d show them good.

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Marsh’s head cocked before he drew closer, looking at the scratch-marks on the side of this flat-face’s face. Even when he’d been spotted, he drew closer, eyes locked on the strange pattern over their face until he climbed up to where they were sitting. The Khajiit touched over his own face where the marks were before touching the flat-face’s own, frowning a little before his fingertips brushed something…rough.

Marsh’s ears pricked as he ran his fingertips over the rougher, slightly-darker part of their face, fascinated by the texture before rubbing his own face against it, a short churr coming out of him before he reached back to find soft, dark feathers. A delighted purr rang in his throat before he resumed, rubbing his cheek and forehead against the rough, short pinfeathers before stroking the softer, longer feathers gathered behind the stranger’s shoulders.

He liked these feathers.

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Oh! More red feathers! Marsh bounced happily in excitement, tail swishing before he ran up to the flat-face and tugged on the hem of their shirt.

“<Can I touch yer feffers? Ffffffff…fthhhhey’re pretty!>” he asked in a rush, practically bubbling at the thought of being able to touch more pretty red feathers. This one’s feathers even curled! He’d only seen one Argonian who feathers were curled even close to that, and he’d never been allowed to touch them! The Khajiit reached up and made grabby hands, giggling happily.

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Marsh had chased a butterfly out into a quieter area, pausing at the smell of something…different. Well, all the flat-faces smelled different than Saxhleel, but it was still new and it caught his attention. He quietly snuck up on the flat-face, eyes wide at the fluffy feathers they seemed to have sticking out from all over their head. His tail twitched as he drew closer, crouching down on all fours before giving the bunch of feathers tied at the bottom a curious bap.

He liked the bright red of the binding, but there was more to explore first. The Khajiit peeked over the flat-face’s shoulder at scribbly bits that they just kept…staring at. It was weird. It looked like lines of ants crawling over the flaps and it made him nervous. He pushed the clump of flaps shut, hoping that the ants would be squished and wouldn’t bite him or this stranger. When he finally looked up at the stranger’s face, he beamed, tail flicking behind him.

“<I like you. Can I touch yer fef…feathers? Please? I wanna touch ‘em, I’ll be nice, I promise!>” he asked, even inclining his head a little in respect towards an elder before climbing onto their lap and reaching for the light-colored locks in anticipation, tail flicking back and forth as he waited.