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Hide and Seek
The day was a beautiful one. The sky was clear. The brids were singing and the animals were out playing. The weather was warm with the occasional breeze. It was on days like this that Thaerondil loved to take a walk. There was no one around to bother or hurt him, and he felt in high spirits.
He was headed back toward the forest when he passed a shrub and heard a rustling sound. Stopping to listen, he tilted his head a bit to the side. A rabbit? No. Not quite that small. A person? He ventured closer to the shrub, and it was then he heard a familiar purr.
Saber Cat
The first time Thaerondil saw a saber cat… well, it was actually the only time. And he almost hadn’t seen it until it was too late.
His family had been traveling, as was usual for them. Thaerondil was only eight, and his curiosity often got the better of him. He had wandered a little farther from his parents than usual. They were distracted by a deer that would be their dinner, and Thaerondil had gotten quite bored of waiting.
Bad Hare Day
“Keep your aim steady, Thaerondil, okay?” His mother whispered, crouched in the grass beside him. They had been following the deer for a while now, getting a sense of its behavior and patterns. They had taken careful measures to stay downwind of it, and now that it had stopped to graze, Thaerondil had a clear shot at its heart. His mother continued, “You have to make a clean shot so that it doesn’t suffer. You don’t want it to suffer, do you?”
An Apple a Day and Grapes of Jazbay
The family had been on their way toward Kynesgrove to get some more supplies and food when a sudden thunderstorm hit. They were forced to find shelter under a large outcrop of rock until the storm waned. With Thaerondil’s weak immune system it would have been dangerous to travel through the downpour. Even now, the chill of the rain had made the young mer drowsy, and he had taken to curling up beside his mother with his head atop her lap. Naerissa gently but worriedly stroked her son’s hair and traced the outline of his ear, lulling him into an even deeper slumber.
Wet Behind the Ears
“Thaerondil, come on, sweetheart. The water’s fine.” His mother called. She was wading in the river just outside of Whiterun. It was a particularly hot day, so she and Nerundil had decided to finally teach their son to swim. He however had no intention of letting himself be dunked into a body of water full of slaughterfish, mudcrabs, cow dung from the nearby farms, and Gods knew what else. Instead he planted his feet in the dirt and crossed his arms like an angry tree refusing to be uprooted.
Thaerondil’s Birth Day
“If there is anything I can do for you, love, anything, just say the word…” he continued to reiterate the phrase several different times in several different ways, pacing back and forth. Agh, the waiting was killing him.
Naerissa just smirked amusedly at her husband, one hand on her belly swollen with child. It was rather entertaining. She was the one about to have a baby, but Nerundil was the one pacing anxiously.
‘Funeral’ of a Thalmor
People gathered around to gawk at the fallen Thalmor with morbid fascination. Once a proud Dominion soldier, now laying on a stone slab, having been ripped apart by beasts. No, not even beasts. Spiders.
Who was superior now? the people sneered. Being superiorly bred meant nothing now that his life had been extinguished. It meant nothing when everyone bled the same color. It meant nothing when everyone dies in the end.
The Death of Nerundil
Thaerondil’s father obediently served the Thalmor for many years until a beautiful Bosmer female captured his heart. When he was off-duty he would spend hours with her just sitting and talking, usually about her day. He found that, despite how proud most Thalmor were of their actions and accomplishments, Nerundil had no desire to expose Naerissa to his countless experiences “dealing” with heretics. He was content to just simply be in her presence.
I apologize for not being on Thae’s blog, guys.
With so much going on with Dal, my attention was not focused on Thae. And until things settle down with Dal, I can’t promise how active I will be, but I will try :3 I miss my little hyper half-breed.
Of course, asks are always welcome to get the ol’ muse stirring again~ If I start any new RP’s, which probably won’t be soon, I will have to be very selective with them due to the sheer amount of RP’s I currently have going on with Dal. So, apologies in advance for that.
But, like I said, totally open for asks, and I will answer them in the morning. If you guys haven’t gotten tired of waiting, that is.
The Necromancer’s Den
Though Thaerondil urged Ancano to keep going, the Thalmor wizard was painfully aware that he was unable to outrun the three approaching vampires in his current state. No… his only option was to stand and fight them there. If Ancano were not a mage his defeat in combat would have been certain. Thankfully the severe loss of blood did not entail a loss of magicka with it. Despite the fact that there were three foes facing the two of them, he still stood a chance.
One of the vampires struck first, his shock spell nearly hitting Thaerondil. Ancano immediately reacted by casting a defensive ward over himself and the smaller mer. Dropping the ward for a moment he cast a fireball at the leftmost vampire and recast the ward to deflect their retaliatory strikes. A second assault of fire from the Thalmor agent finally brought down the left vampire leaving only two enemies remaining. Perhaps there was hope of escape after all.
The two remaining vampires drew closer, knowing that they’d have the advantage with physical combat. Ancano’s magicka was beginning to run low as well, the ward being a continual drain on it. It would soon be necessary to lower the ward, and they required something that would draw away both physical and magical attacks.
Ancano turned to Thaerondil with a solution in mind, “Cast your familiar, and command it to assume a defensive position in front of us. If it falls, recast it.”
Though Ancano could easily cast his own familiar, he needed to reserve what was left of his magicka for the offensive attacks. Lowering the ward, he cast ice spike at the central vampire, knocking him back before he could strike with his sword. Sending another frost attack towards the second vampire, he missed, and she quickly approached Thaerondil with a dagger.
The young mer was trying hard to bring the Thalmor to the exit. To save him. To save them both, but Thaerondil was mostly worried about Ancano. Ancano had saved him, after all! He had to do something! But it seemed the older mer was slowing down. No, no, they were almost there! Just a little more! But Ancano stopped and faced the vampires. Reluctantly, the small half-breed turned around to face them as well, not wanting to leave Ancano behind with them.
A shriek escaped him when the shock spell manifested and was flung in his direction, Thaerondil flinching and throwing an arm up in front of himself as if to protect himself. Luckily, he did not need to. Ancano had thrown a ward over the two of them, deflecting the spell. He watched with a mix of awe and concern as the Thalmor next to him dropped the ward, threw a fireball in the enemies’ direction, and then raised the ward again. Thaerondil might not have been the best at magic, but even he knew that wards were difficult to maintain for long. Especially under such stress. But it was not in vain! One of the vampires had fallen!
But it did not seem to scare the remaining vampire off, for some reason. Didn’t they know they were beaten? Okay, well, maybe not beaten, but, Ancano was still strong! He could win! ..Right? When the Thalmor turned to him, he peered upward to listen. It wasn’t bad news, was it? He didn’t want bad news! But it was a strategy that the older mer offered. A way he could help. The short mer nodded, though a little shakily, and turned to face the vampires with an attempted look of fierce determination. It only barely passed as determination, but nothing even close to fierce.
At the sight of the female vampire approaching, Thaerondil froze a moment but then cast his spell, his familiar leaping into existence to ram into the encroaching enemy and send her backwards. Afterwards, the stag stood protectively, stomping the ground before it to appear intimidating.
