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#OC For #TESRP Verse ᠅ A Bosmer Warden following Y'ffre and The Green Pact. ᠅ Descriptive/Literate. ᠅ Dark, triggering themes present. ᠅ Ships with chemistry RT + ♡

〝 I’m not smelling like livestock. 〞

〝 Tch, I hate those too. 〞

⠀Maybe because everyone else was mindlessly meandering about. They seemed to be the only two proactive elements to this story.

⠀This wasn’t an opportunity he wanted to even entertain, the slightest possibility of being bathed was enough to make him frown.

⠀He’s alone this morning, the sweeping fog nor the chilling cold seeming to bother this body of flesh and bone.

〝 Long time no see. 〞 ⠀The day he died from the cold would be the day this whole world freezes over. Skyrim was the worst it had to offer, he wasn’t scared.

〝 You’ve gotten louder, 〞 he acknowledges, the jingling of keys notably evident with each of her steps. ⠀Alduin couldn’t pinpoint what else was different, if anything else at all.

⠀Meet me in the ragged flagon, sir.

〝 Thieves are typically ⠀⠀busy I’d suppose. 〞 ⠀He wasn’t eluding to anything with this phrasing whatsoever. She seemed rather defensive about them was all. Oh, another title.

⠀Spitting into either palm in preparation of the brawl. He may or may not brandish brass knuckles.

〝 Anyone in a position of power.. 〞 ⠀She seemed fixed on that date in particular, perhaps it struck a chord within her. Moving to walk past her, he doesn’t bother prying further. 〝 Too bad you can’t abuse me. 〞

⠀Oh, this was one hypocrite he was getting ready to fight. Alduin is a known cheat but to call out “no weapons” and then brandish your own? Wow, what a character.

⠀Perhaps no one should die of a hemorrhage tonight. He’s willing to settle this without the knuckles if at all possible.