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I am not sure what the Gm's decision will be, as I haven't been talked with lately, but as a few of our members are still quiet at the moment you are welcome to apply. No guarantees though my fellow writer.
Draugr/Falmer places aren't specifically excluded. There are a million & one places to encounter both. If you are concerned though, I will speak with Roze and Leos on it though.
"Vaba Vabazeri Pakseech. FUSOZAY, THJIZZRINI! Vaba Renrij. Ja'Khajiit gzalzi-var. Renrij! "It is to become Clan Chief. JUST KIDDING, FOOLISH CONCEPT! It is Scum. The Kitten will have an absurd life. Scum!
Rawlith found his mind wandering as the next couple of days past from the night at the camp till Kynesgrove. The only time it didn't wander were the nights with Roze and the early mornings he spent cleaning and working the Elk Bones from the camp. He stayed busy, both wit Roze and with duties as a member of the group, but his mind was always a loft in two trans of thought. The first being the Dragon ahead of them while the second was of his past. It was specifically of his childhood in which he spent a couple of his earliest years as a boy in not Elsweyr, but rather a small town to the southern most point of Cyrodil just outside of Elsweyr. He recalled how the Colovians looked upon him and his family, and then he began to remember a seemingly worse set of memories. He had let the memories flood back and saw once more the way his own people treated him and his family when they returned to Elsweyr. Rawlith was only five when they returned and his parents sought out their old tribe hoping for a possibility of returning. They were accepted in once more only by the fact of a kind Chieftain while the rest of the tribe was less then kind. They spoke ill of the whole family much of the time and many of the other cubs around Rawlith's age spoke of him like a sickness and a curse that they did not want around. They called him every form of negative term within Ta'agra and they mocked him as he grew older and trained. As he aged even the parents and elders began to speak ill of him and his deceased parents. He aspired to rise above them, but much of his past was littered with repressed memories that affected his personality. His odd speech of calling himself "This One" is a result of his past, a result of everyone from the tribe referring to him as an object and not a person. He almost never thinks of himself as a full person, only as "This One" who takes up space near others more full. His primal, predator, and hunter personality are also a result of this, being demeaned as a person made him lean more towards the true nature of those outside of civilized life and his Lycanthropy added to that ten-fold when it occurred. However those memories have yet to funnel their way back into his mind. He halted the sudden flood of memory after revisiting his fifteen year of birth and has forced the pressing Dragon into full mental sight. The passing of the Witches was something that helped take his mind off everything as he happily took the front-stead when they approached the situation. The time passed and they finally arrived at Kynesgrove, the foretold first milestone in a long journey. Roze sat at his side and he let off a low growling sigh as he looked about their surroundings and the trek up the hill to the Burial Mound. He took a moment though at the end of his survey to examine Roze as she spoke to him, teasing a curl in her hair as she did so.
“Hey Rawlith...” She began, tugging one of her curls, as she did when she was nervous about something. “Do you think we’ll really be able to take on a dragon?”/
"Roze.." He stated with his deep, yet oddly suave Khajiiti Accent. "This One knows many things, and doesn't know many things. This one has faced many beasts, a Dragon is not one of them. I do know this, one should trust in themselves as the Hunter, and one should trust in their allies as Allies. One cannot face their obstacle without first facing themselves. This One has no clue what the outcome will be, but This One knows he trusts in himself, he trusts in Rozalia, and he trusts in his Allies. This is not to say he may agree or like all of them, but he trusts in their willingness to fight, for now. The aftermath is when This One will truly KNOW what his allies are like." He stated in his explanation while creating the odd, but unique Khajiit grin and then directing his attention up the hill. "This One intends to ascend the hill and observe the fore-coming battle-field, will you join This One?" He added with a question. --- Varnadiir WIP after sleep.))
Taking a nap, since I had to re-write a lot of my post. Then finishing up in a few hours and posting. ^^ Sorry all for taking so long, life has ust been full of Curve-balls and not much of a batter. XD
So.. my power just came back online.. again. -.- Gettin' Real tired of your shit Earth.
I started writing my post, but I ma finishing it tomorrow. I am just overwhelmed by things tonight. Sorry everyone.
Everyone still here? I havebeen without power for 24 hours.
So.. I am back. My power has been off for 14 hours, and my internet and Phone have been out for 24... -.-
I do!
"..my lance is yours." And my Bow, and my Sword, and My Axe!
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