Independent Skyrim OC RP blog, featuring bounty hunters and a teeny tiny Dovahkiin.

Mun is 18+ but NSFW will be properly tagged. Mun tracks the tag "spellswordarcher", and will RP with anyone.

Blog is multimuse and multiship. Crossovers are accepted and highly encouraged~

 

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She didn’t know if he was joking or not, but she didn’t laugh. “I just blame myself. I should’ve done more to protect you.” she shrugged, but it was no shrugging matter.

She sighed and looked down to his hand over hers, her pulse picking up a bit. Why was that affecting her? She tried hard to stay calm and not blush.

Tarene made a face. Okay, so his teasing hadn’t exactly been the peak of comedy, but the failure of their good intentions was the most disappointing. “You did more than anyone else would have done,” He pointed out. “And when you had the chance, you didn’t run away - you ran back.”

She smiled a bit, still watching their hands as they swung slightly. “And I’d do it again. I’d never leave you. I’ll always run back.” she said, looking up at him with a smile now. She was finally starting to feel ‘okay’. They were all safe, for the moment. She figured Ancano wouldn’t make a move in the open, especially not so soon.

"I need to take all the lessons I can. That way I can actually ward off attacks better." she shivered slightly as she remembered falling from the bridge and her new found fear of heights.

Tarene smiled quietly. “I’m sure Gladroon will be happy to officially add you to his class. I’m pretty sure you’ll fit right in with the apprentices, too.” He chuckled. “And…if you’re ever interested in restoration…” Here, Tarene’s eyes averted to the floor, and his feet shuffled a bit. “Maybe I could help you practice…?” The elf offered shyly. “Restoration is the one school I seem capable of, anyway.”

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Sky and Drake were coming back to Whiterun after they spent several days out in the wilderness. As Drake starts to go in Whiterun an guard stops him. "No Lizards allow" He said. But then Sky grabs the guard's wrist and twisted it. "He's with me and the next time you insult him I'll make sure you never speak again" Sky threaten.

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The guard hadn’t expected his authority to be challenged, and all he could manage in response at first was a pained whine. His companion on duty, standing on the far side of the city gates, stared wide-eyed at them from behind his helmet. However, he made no move to step in. It was only his third day on duty, after all, and he wasn’t about to get involved his his partner’s mess.

"Ah…s-sorry." The guard finally stammered upon realizing that his companion was not going to back him up. "My mistake." He tried to tug his arm free. "You can go right in."

The Daedric armor man curse his bad aim as he crept down from his roost so he won’t be discover. He would have summon Daedra to attack but they would kill his real prize as well. It would be better if he retreats for now and attack them again when the time is right.

Sky tried his best to pull the arrow out of Drake’s arm but every time he touch it Drake would let out a hiss of pain. “Sorry!” Sky said as he lets go of the arrow. What should he do? Drake never got shot before. How is he suppose to take the arrow out without causing more damage to him. Sky silently curse whoever attack them and if he ever catch them he’ll make them pay.

The rain of arrows seemed to have stopped by the time Haaki reached the others, but the boy ran practically to the fire, anyway. Bander had calmed down some, now that death was no longer falling from the sky, and Haaki was able to focus on Drake, instead. The young Nord cringed at the sight of the arrow.

"Ooh…that hurts." He muttered sympathetically.

"What should I do?" the panic nord ask the other. Sky was practically losing his wits, "Drake never got shot before an either did I" Sky said afraid that his friend will lose his life.

"I’m fine I’m not going to die" Drake muttered calmly than he should have, "But it does hurt…..ALOT" he said. He grab the tip of the arrow and breaks it off with an painful hiss, "Someone please get this thing out of my arm!" he painfully said.

"Alright, alright, hold still." Haaki sheathed his swords and hurried over to Drake. He dealt mostly with crossbow bolts, but his partner Tarene was an archer of the bow, and had taught him a thing or two about treating arrow wounds. With the tip already broken off, there was nothing to prevent the shaft from being pulled back out the way it had come in. So, with a firm grip and patience, that’s just what Haaki did.

Drake hiss as the arrow had been pulled out of his arm, Blood ooze from the wounds. “Thanks..” He said. Sky rip an piece of cloth and tie it around Drake’s arm to try and stop the bleeding.

Haaki looked over the broken shaft for a moment before tossing it aside. “Whoever was shooting at us seems to have gone, now.” He muttered.

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"Azihana! Get down!" Tili screamed. She sprinted towards the child as she saw a man aiming directly for her. It may have hurt her as she shoved her out of the way, but Tili had an overwhelming feeling to protect her at all costs. She felt a sting in her gut and staggered to the side before falling over. She hoped the others would take care of the attacker, because she was starting to black out.

Even when she covered her ears she could hear Tarene’s sobs. She rested her head on her knees, trying not to cry for him. She couldn’t imagine the anger and confusion that he was feeling. She hoped that he would be happy though, now that he found out his father was alive. And now she wouldn’t feel so terribly guilty when he talked to her about feeling like he knew him.

She wouldn’t be surprised if we would be upset with her that she kept something so big a secret.

Eventually, the sobbing subsided, and Heceri hesitantly raised a hand to set atop his son’s head. There was now blood smeared all over the front of his robes, and while - as a healer - blood was something he encountered quite often, it was his son’s blood, and that was disturbing.

Tili stood, hesitating. She didn’t know if she should go to them or not, but she walked slowly to the carriage. “M-Maybe we should get out of here. There may be more bandits around somewhere. It’s not safe.” she looked around, scanning the tree line as she spoke.

Tili glance in the direction that Azaron had run off in and wondered if he had made it to the city alright. If there really were no more bandits then they should go ahead and make their way to the city.

"A good idea…" Heceri spoke up as Tarene finally released him and leaned back, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of one hand as if he could hide the tears from Tili. "I quite believe the carriage driver wishes to do so with much haste." The mage added quietly.

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Her eyes saddened, “You don’t have to hide it from me.” She said quietly, taking his hand. “I’m sorry I made you think of it again.” She said, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry.” Her voice was hardly above a whisper, she felt terrible all over again. She couldn’t protect him and now she made him feel afraid again.

Tarene wrapped his fingers around Tili’s hand, and swung it a little between them as he tried to collect his thoughts. It was a childish gesture, but it was all he could think to do. “You know, you shouldn’t apologize so much.” The Altmer remarked. “People may start to think you’re guilty of something.”

She didn’t know if he was joking or not, but she didn’t laugh. “I just blame myself. I should’ve done more to protect you.” she shrugged, but it was no shrugging matter.

She sighed and looked down to his hand over hers, her pulse picking up a bit. Why was that affecting her? She tried hard to stay calm and not blush.

Tarene made a face. Okay, so his teasing hadn’t exactly been the peak of comedy, but the failure of their good intentions was the most disappointing. “You did more than anyone else would have done,” He pointed out. “And when you had the chance, you didn’t run away - you ran back.”

lightpokemonking asked
Sky and Drake were coming back to Whiterun after they spent several days out in the wilderness. As Drake starts to go in Whiterun an guard stops him. "No Lizards allow" He said. But then Sky grabs the guard's wrist and twisted it. "He's with me and the next time you insult him I'll make sure you never speak again" Sky threaten.

lightpokemonking:

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The guard hadn’t expected his authority to be challenged, and all he could manage in response at first was a pained whine. His companion on duty, standing on the far side of the city gates, stared wide-eyed at them from behind his helmet. However, he made no move to step in. It was only his third day on duty, after all, and he wasn’t about to get involved his his partner’s mess.

"Ah…s-sorry." The guard finally stammered upon realizing that his companion was not going to back him up. "My mistake." He tried to tug his arm free. "You can go right in."

The Daedric armor man curse his bad aim as he crept down from his roost so he won’t be discover. He would have summon Daedra to attack but they would kill his real prize as well. It would be better if he retreats for now and attack them again when the time is right.

Sky tried his best to pull the arrow out of Drake’s arm but every time he touch it Drake would let out a hiss of pain. “Sorry!” Sky said as he lets go of the arrow. What should he do? Drake never got shot before. How is he suppose to take the arrow out without causing more damage to him. Sky silently curse whoever attack them and if he ever catch them he’ll make them pay.

The rain of arrows seemed to have stopped by the time Haaki reached the others, but the boy ran practically to the fire, anyway. Bander had calmed down some, now that death was no longer falling from the sky, and Haaki was able to focus on Drake, instead. The young Nord cringed at the sight of the arrow.

"Ooh…that hurts." He muttered sympathetically.

"What should I do?" the panic nord ask the other. Sky was practically losing his wits, "Drake never got shot before an either did I" Sky said afraid that his friend will lose his life.

"I’m fine I’m not going to die" Drake muttered calmly than he should have, "But it does hurt…..ALOT" he said. He grab the tip of the arrow and breaks it off with an painful hiss, "Someone please get this thing out of my arm!" he painfully said.

"Alright, alright, hold still." Haaki sheathed his swords and hurried over to Drake. He dealt mostly with crossbow bolts, but his partner Tarene was an archer of the bow, and had taught him a thing or two about treating arrow wounds. With the tip already broken off, there was nothing to prevent the shaft from being pulled back out the way it had come in. So, with a firm grip and patience, that’s just what Haaki did.

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"Azihana! Get down!" Tili screamed. She sprinted towards the child as she saw a man aiming directly for her. It may have hurt her as she shoved her out of the way, but Tili had an overwhelming feeling to protect her at all costs. She felt a sting in her gut and staggered to the side before falling over. She hoped the others would take care of the attacker, because she was starting to black out.

Tili turned quickly when she heard the pained noise, afraid that someone was hurt. When she heard the sobbing her own eyes watered against her will. She turned away again and covered her ears. Tili didn’t want to intrude on their private reunion but it was hard not to overhear every word.

A good frost spell would numb the aching in his chest…but to reach the bruise, Heceri would have to pry away Tarene, and he just didn’t have the heart for that. His youngest son clung to him - sobbing - like a frightened child clung to their favorite toy, but in retrospect, that’s exactly what Tarene was - a frightened child.

Barely older than Heceri had been during the Oblivion Crisis, he had seen his family torn away. Now, suddenly, had a part of it back. If he’d had his own parents returned by the same stroke of chance…Heceri couldn’t say he’d be reacting any differently.

Even when she covered her ears she could hear Tarene’s sobs. She rested her head on her knees, trying not to cry for him. She couldn’t imagine the anger and confusion that he was feeling. She hoped that he would be happy though, now that he found out his father was alive. And now she wouldn’t feel so terribly guilty when he talked to her about feeling like he knew him.

She wouldn’t be surprised if we would be upset with her that she kept something so big a secret.

Eventually, the sobbing subsided, and Heceri hesitantly raised a hand to set atop his son’s head. There was now blood smeared all over the front of his robes, and while - as a healer - blood was something he encountered quite often, it was his son’s blood, and that was disturbing.

((It’s mostly a friendship thing with a bit more thrown in at the end and here you go))

((It’s mostly a friendship thing with a bit more thrown in at the end and here you go))

((There is a filled Rumarin/Teldryn prompt on the Skyrim Kink meme.

If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up.))