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Independent Skyrim OC RP blog. Mun is 18+ but does not usually do NSFW. What NSFW there will be will be properly tagged.

Mod tracks the tag "spellswordarcher", and will RP with anyone. Crossovers are accepted and highly encouraged~

 

Not all cats are nice to another

khajiitdragonborn:

The Dovahkiin was simply walking around, enjoying the people around her, till she saw the mercenary out once again, this time pestering a normal civilian. Imogen had a idea, she knew the poor man they were messing with was innocent, so she walked up behind them, waving at the civilian. The citizen looks over at the female Khajiit, a bit confused. Till Imogen dragged her claws against the back of the large Khajiits neck, not in a attacking way, but in a way to spook them.

Focused as he was on interrogating the civilian, Azaron did not hear the other creep up behind him, and was wholly unprepared for the sensation of claws being dragged down the back of his neck. The mercenary made a rather unbecoming sound of surprise, and shied away from the spindly touch with hunched shoulders and a fluffed tail. He spun around to confront the threat, and his expression quickly darkened.

"Oh. You." Azaron growled lowly, slowly flattening the fur of his tail. He had not forgotten the mouthy Khajiit from the tavern, and this time, Tarene was not there to hold him back. "What do you want?"

spellswordarcher asked
"This is where it ends." ((For and from whomever you like, in whatever context. XD))

luceirosdegolados:

spellswordarcher:

luceirosdegolados:

luceirosdegolados:

"I see…" Luana frowned, looking at the stream. Azaron had beed days searching for more sings of the bandits that had took his friend captive, but the track faded there. "How long ago? How much time has it passed since they took him?" She asked. She was sure he had already told her but she couldn’t remeber. Everything had happened so fast. Their meeting and everything.

"If you think it is for the best…" Luana closed her eyes, trying to think if the power of the voice could get her out of that one. "I think I know a shout that could help us once we’re inside… only maybe." Krosis’ gift remained untested and Luana could only hope that shout did what he words said it would do. The’ll still need to fight, but at least that could give them some advantage.

At the sight of Azaron’s nose wrinkling Luana place a hand on his shoulder. “He’ll be ok. You’ll see. We’ll get him out of there. Alive.”

The mention of ‘shouts’ went completely over his head, so wrapped up was Azaron in his worries, and he only reacted when Luana touched his shoulder. The Khajiit pinned his ears back, quickly schooling away any worry that may have leaked into his expression. They were about to face bloodthirsty bandits - he couldn’t afford to show weakness. However, he did cast Luana a short, appreciative glance.

"…I suppose we should find the road, and approach from the path." The mercenary spoke up after a minute. "They may become suspicious of us if we simply walk out of the woods."

Luana got up, pleased that Azaron hand’t begun a round of questions about all the shouting thing. “Let’s go then.” She whispered.

The sight of Azaron sneaking through the trees was quite a spectacle. As a khajiit he had the natural ability making his steps smoother than hers, the almost nor talentless dragonborn. They found the road soon enough, and it wasn’t long before a dirt road splited from the main one, ascending the slope. “This must be it. Now, confidence is everything. We have those 5000 and we are going to pay because we have a lot more than that. Don’t we?” She asked him, raising her eyebrows. 

"Of course." Azaron replied flatly, trying to disguise how his wolf still fought the plan. It had little room to argue with its host, however, and eventually settled back into some corner of his mind in a huff. Had the situation not been so serious, this action would have been comical. "No drawn weapons, no sudden movements. We are here to…peacefully….recover Tarene."

((Tarene just dove under the nearest bed. XD))

((Tarene just dove under the nearest bed. XD))

talesofelsweyr asked
Fa'ar and Y'ara sprinted on by with a look of panic on their faces. "RUN for it! Someone accidentally summon a Titanic Potato atronarch! and it is on the loose!" one of them shouted as they passed. A massive bellow was heard from just over the hill and an atronarch made of floating potatoes Appeared from nowhere.

talesofelsweyr:

spellswordarcher:

spellswordarcher:

Not recognizing the danger, Azihana’s ears pricked up curiously. “Potato!” She parroted, reaching out towards the creature. She made it all of three steps before Azaron’s teeth closed around her scruff and lifted her up into the air. The big Khajiit started to back away from the strange atronach, despite his daughter’s wiggling, with his ears pinned back in confusion. Who on Nirn had thought it a good idea to summon this creature?

Azihana’s ears drooped, but after a moment, one of them perked up. She and Papa were heading to Ivarstead, but uncle Haaki went to Riften all the time for work. Maybe he would take her along next time, and she could see Y’ara again! 


<Okay…>" The little girl sighed and nodded, reaching up to take her Papa’s hand. "<Goodbye until next time…>

Fa’ar had already started to leave, still very annoyed at Rezod. The Redguard would be unable to sit for a week at least when he was done with him.

"<May your journey’s lead you to warm sand.>" Y’ara said with a smile. “<Do not despair. It is a sour look on you.>”  She poke with a bow before Fa’ar coughed and she followed him.  

((Updated the Thread Tracker! Now including closed threads, for organizational purposes. If I’ve missed anything, let me know!))

tsvaiart:

Today I’m posting my first wallpaper collaboration!

All four are TES V: Skyrim screenshots taken by balicus (whose screenshots are fantastic) and edited in photoshop by me. 

Please do not remove this caption if reblogging.

Danger inspired sentense memes:

"Only one of us is going to come out of this."

"What's wrong? Did you get hit?"

"Are they still after us?!"

"He/She won't get away with this."

"Pull the trigger already!"

"Don't pull the trigger!"

"Stay quiet and try not to be seen."

"You're going down."

"When are they going to make their move? The suspense is killing me."

"How do you intend to fight me when you don't know where I am?"

"Let him/her go!"

"You're under arrest."

"So what's your plan, genius?"

"Stay back or I'll ____ the _____!"

"Say goodbye to ____, you won't be seeing _____ again."

"This is all your fault!"

"I can't believe you dragged me into this."

"Let us go!"

"I'm not letting you out of here."

"You'll never take me alive!"

Cat fight.

spellswordarcher:

 

Tarene’s boots skidded several feet across the floor as he struggled to hold Azaron back. “Leave it. Leave it. Leave it.” The Altmer hissed over his partner’s snarling. The Khajiit’s long tail lashed side to side in an outward show of his fury. However, he slowly heeded his friend’s words, and stopped struggling to push past him. His snarl remained trained on the back of the retreating Khajiit, but after a full minute, Azaron huffed and turned away, pinning his ears to his skill.

"Runt…" He muttered vindictively. "I’m at least a foot taller…"

"I know you are, Az." Tarene sighed in relief and stood back. That had been too close.

Cat fight.

spellswordarcher:

 

Tarene’s boots skidded several feet across the floor as he struggled to hold Azaron back. “Leave it. Leave it. Leave it.” The Altmer hissed over his partner’s snarling. The Khajiit’s long tail lashed side to side in an outward show of his fury. However, he slowly heeded his friend’s words, and stopped struggling to push past him. His snarl remained trained on the back of the retreating Khajiit, but after a full minute, Azaron huffed and turned away, pinning his ears to his skill.

"Runt…" He muttered vindictively. "I’m at least a foot taller…"

"I know you are, Az." Tarene sighed in relief and stood back. That had been too close.