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askdusty

It’s so wonderful to actually play. Such a rare thing to enjoy this, an echo of times past when she and her sister used to scramble in the dirt and wrestle, or when she’d playfully try to pin down a lover. The pleasant stretch and soreness of worked muscles, the panting to catch her breath, the challenge and victory - however generously given. Dust cackles and rests her head on Shey’s flank, feeling it rise and fall under her cheek until she sits up in the dark.

Something’s changed. She doesn’t have the hearing of a lioness but she can see the shift in the beast’s posture, how she holds herself alert now. She rises, too, voice lowered to a whisper. “… What is it?”

The sound of an arrow cutting through the air is barely enough warning before Shey snarls in pain, the missile having scored a burning line across her shoulder. She’s on her feet, struggling to do so while shielding Dust. The challengers come out into the open now, a pair of Nords in the regalia of the Silver Hand, their swords glinting in the moonlight.

“Get away if you can!” They call to Dust, convinced she’s a victim of Shey’s feral urges, as they barrel in for the kill.

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raujel

“And here I thought Nords knew how to celebrate.”

“Well, I don’t think they’ll complain so much should I kill you, but I’ll try to go easy on you.”

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askdusty

“Ooh!” Dust leans right into that inviting grasp, swaying closer to practically nuzzle against her. They’d shared a bed before, after all, not to mention night time romps in the snow. “Mm, we’d better keep the merriment appropriate for all ages, though. Do you dance, darling? Sea shanties? I know a few! I could, I could ask the bard - which bard, so many bards…”

Her eyes lit up and she gasped. “Ooh! I know! I can’t duel in your honour, my sea queen, but I can serenade you! Let, let me just see who can lend me a fiddle…”

“I’m just saying, there’s places here you could spar...” Shey laughs, giving her waist a squeeze. “Don’t trouble yourself on my account, sweetheart. I’m here to relax, so you don’t have to go to any great lengths. Besides, won’t your date be jealous if you spend so much time with me?”

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askdusty

“Hmph. Fucker doesn’t tell me anything.” A sniff as she glanced back in his direction. “He’s a mystery wrapped in an enigma, sprinkled with secrets. He’ll probably just call you names, and then I’d have to duel you for his honour or some Bretony n-nonsense.” It’s becoming evident that Dust is a little into her cups already, grinning. “But how’re you enjoying the festival, hm? Playing any games? Dancing?”

“Actually, I’d love a duel in my honor. Please do.” Shey laughed, wrapping an arm around Dust’s waist. “I’m mostly people-watching, though I’m not adverse to some merriment with you.”

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askdusty

“Aw.” A pout. After a moment it breaks, Dust chuckling. “Well, take the caramel anyway, if you want one. Although my curiosity is going to fester all night. Well, right up until I’m too drunk to care.”

Shey accepted the caramel, popping it into her mouth with a grin. “Sorry, lovely. You could always ask him. After all, he is here with you.”

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askdusty

“Have you?” Dust’s eyes practically gleamed at this new knowledge, a wicked grin appearing. “Alright, my dear, a caramel for some knowledge! Whenever did you meet? What happened that you so dissuaded him, hm?” As she speaks she plucks up a caramel and offers it.

“As much as I love a bit of gossip...” Shey pauses, giving the old mer a sidelong glance, a moment of consideration, “...I wont embarrass him, I suppose.”

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“I think you look stunning.”

“Dear heart, I do my best.” Shey gives a little twirl, so that Dust can see all sides of her outfit. “After all, how will I win your heart if I don’t put in my best effort?”

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I understand where you’re coming from--I suppose the only solution is that I keep you supplied in hats  myself. Clearly, it’s the only way.

[Shey is in good spirits, looking well. Her ship makes trips again, her boyfriends have a thriving business--she’s still a visual mess of scars, but she’s doing fine.]

coldwindscutclean replied to your post “¦Ugh, if it’s autumn, then that means it shall be winter soon and all…”

You could wear a nice warm cap.

Courgette, that’s very true, hats are always an option, but if I get into the habit of wearing caps, then I’m always going to want to wear one and then my little pile of septims will dwindle away into nothingness because I bought a new hat for the third time that week.

[Neht is tired and already suffering from the change in seasons, but he’s doing better than he has been.  His mane of lionlike hair and the dull priest robes have been replaced by an impressively curly mohawk and sedate but colorful robes, decidedly secular.  His ears are still in tatters but glinting with gold now.]

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TES Autumn Festival Starters

[ A sentence starter meme for this week’s Autumn Festival. Fill in the blanks as needed, and feel free to alter the sentences as you desire! ]

General —

“Let me introduce myself. My name is ___”

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Did you travel far to get here?”

“You don’t look too happy to be here.”

“The food is amazing!”

“I think it’s time to go head to the tavern.”

“Were you expecting it to be this crowded?”

“Are you ____? My friend ____ told me about you.”

“I didn’t know you were going to be here!”

Activities —

“Do you know when the archery competition is going to start?”

“What were you planning on doing next?”

“So what all have you done so far?”

“I hear music!”

“Someone told me they were going to have ____. Is that true?”

“Are you going to go watch ____?”

“Do you want to go do ____ with me?”

“Wait, where did you get that ____?”

For Dates/Potential Dates —

“Are you here by yourself?”

“Is that your date?”

“Would you be interested in being my date?”

“We should go dance together.”

“I want to do whatever you want to do.”

“Maybe you and I could do ____ together?”

“I bought/won this for you. It’s a ____!”

“I think you look stunning.”

“Maybe I want to show you off a bit. Is that wrong?”

“I’m getting sort of tired. Want to go find a place to sit down for a moment?”

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Guest name: Shey Catrasius

Race: Human (Werelion)

Gender: Female

Date: Her boyfriends are probably too busy...oh well, time to flirt around!

Outfit: Only the most fantastic, fine leather pants, deep red tunic with gold trim, beautiful boots, and a high-collar coat in case the autumn fest gets a bit chilly. Also, knives.

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Greetings, fellow TES role-players! 

If you’ve become stuck in a rut with your muse lately, unsure of how to get them to interact with other muses, or if you’re simply bored and would like to devote your time and energy into a little project, well then, allow me to present: THE ELDER SCROLLS RP COMMUNITY AUTUMN HARVEST FESTIVAL!

What is it?

This community festival will be a one-week IC event that takes place between the 1st of Frostfall and the 7th of Frostfall! {October 1st through October 7th.} The event entails a large festival that all of the TES rp characters {both oc and canon alike} are welcome to attend! There will be food, dancing, games, contests, and other forms of entertainment all for the purposes of celebrating this year’s Autumn Harvest!

Do I have to participate?

Your muse is not obligated to attend this event, though they are highly encouraged to! There will be absolutely no discrimination on who is allowed to attend the festival! Whether your muse is good, evil, or somewhere in between, they are welcome!

How do I join?

If you decide that you would like to have your muse attend the festival, simply reblog this post. Then, at some point before the festival takes place, make a separate post with all of the details below filled out:

Guest name:

Race:

Gender:

Date: {Optional – if your muse so chooses, they can ask another muse to be their escort to the festival.}

Outfit: {Description or picture works.}

And please make sure that you tag all of your ongoing posts related to the festival with the appropriate tag: #tes autumn festival.

What sort of activities will be held at the festival?

There will be plenty of things to do at the event! At the moment, I am still coming up with ideas on what all will take place, but so far, I’ve come up with:

– a talent show

– a riddles game

– an art contest

– races {both on foot and on horseback}

– sparring

– an archery contest

If you would like to make a suggestion to add to this list, feel free to PM me!

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As of now, this is the most I can concoct for this little project. Please, if you’re interested, reblog this promo {or reblog it simply to spread the word}, and I sincerely hope that I see your muse attending the festival!

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askdusty

Dust giggles madly when they collapse back into the snow, cackling all the way down into the cold, pillowy fall and fighting to try and wrestle her way back atop. It’s no small task - those paws and indeed, this entire furry, lanky body is quite heavy indeed. But she struggles and laughs between gasps of breath, cheeks turned pink. With one free, scrabbling hand she grabs a clumpful of snow and tries to throw it in in Shey’s face.

“Hah!”

What Darla receives in return was mock groans, and Shey flops to the side as if mortally wounded. She plays with Dust as if she’s a cub, ultimately letting the smaller, frailer combatant win. That’s how they learn to fight, after all.

The moment is broken, however, at the sounds of a snapping twig, the subtle shiver of chainmail. Shey props herself up, alert, softly glowing green eyes probing the darkness for the sound.

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askdusty

She doesn’t miss that Shey is having some trouble keeping up with her, both when she takes advantage of her smaller size and due to her missing paw. Did she do okay, hunting? What if she were attacked again? Dammit, not now. She tries again to push worries for her friend away for now, to lose herself in the moment. And what better way to do it then -

She turns at the last second and launches herself towards the lioness with a laughing shriek. Time to even out the odds. She trusts Shey to keep her claws sheathed, and play-wrestling is always fun.

Her prey has come to her. Shey rears back in surprise, moving into a good position to accept the tackle chest to chest. Her claws are sheathed, but that doesn’t keep her paw from being heavy. Both arms wrap about Dust and the pair fall backward into the snow with a whump.

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“Oh!” Dust laughs aloud when Shey skids out in front of her, forcing her to turn back and make a break for the opposite direction. She may be missing a paw, but that seems to put them on the same level. Besides, the powdery snow clinging to fur is adorable.

For a moment, she wonders how it happened. Was she human, or lion? Who hurt her? A flare of righteous anger for her friend flared in her chest, settling with a shake of her head. No, now wasn’t the time. She’d ask later, if Shey seemed open to it. For now, it’s time to play.

She runs on ahead through the thickening brush, glancing behind her shoulder, trying to watch where Shey might come from and how she can turn the chase back on her.

Shey is putting absolutely no effort into hiding herself. Snow sprays up as she romps after Dust, the werelion finding ‘bounding’ to be a bit more effective than a straight run. As long as she keeps moving, the cold doesn’t seem to settle into her bones.

Navigating bushes is a bit trickier, Dust’s small form quicker at weaving through tight spaces. Shey huffs, doing her best to keep up. There’s a playful groan as she pushes her way through, but she’d lose the woman if this was a real hunt.

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She’s beyond words now, that much becomes clear. Still, Dust likely won’t stop talking, idly chatting as though Shey understood her. She watches as the lion crouches, the glitter of eyes in the dark. The wiggle of her bottom brings a smirk to her face.

“Oh, so that’s how it is. I won’t make it easy for you, darling.” She too tenses, then turns and breaks off into a jog, deeper into the forest. Not real running, just enough to incite a chase, to play. She fully expects to be caught and brought down into the snow. She dressed warm for the occasion, after all.

“Come and catch me, if you can!”

Running! Shey perks up and takes off after Dust, hobble-loping as best she can. Chasing is not her strong suit, but it helps that she started supernaturally fast. Losing her front left paw slows her down just enough to make it fair.

She skids in front of Dust, trying to turn her around, herd her, but not trying to pounce just yet. Each time, she nearly crashes on her face, but snow both cushions her fall and keeps it fun.

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askdusty

At first she’s quite certain she’s going to win, grinning to herself even as the icy wind makes her teeth feel brittle. Then, a blur of movement - Shey speeding by as she changes, abandoning the robe, the boots. A bark of laughter follows her. For a moment Dust slows, picking up the abandoned clothing. She’ll probably want it later.

She catches up shortly, laughing aloud at the sight of the cat rolling in the thick snow, flakes clinging to her fur. “You know, I really think changing during a race is cheating.” Although it’s like as not Shey would’ve outraced her, anyway. She pants for a moment, clouds of white wisps rising from her lips. “So. What exactly were you thinking we’d do out here in this bitter fucking cold? Make snow-weres?”

Shey watches her friend a moment, eyes glowing softly in the moonlight. The words are familiar, but the meaning is muted as the beast takes the reins. There’s nothing for Dust to fear, no real danger, but she isn’t going to get an intelligible answer for a while.

Instead, Shey crouches. There’s a tensing, shifting of muscles and, yes, her butt wiggles. She’s going to pounce.

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The town seems almost muffled by the blanket of snowfall, soft and blue-white in the darkness, their shadows long and warped on the drifts. “To die? Well, we can’t have that.” She wonders for a moment what it must be like. To have a force like that, a second nature, a primal need pushing forth out of her. A shake of her head and she’s back in the moment, grinning.

“I’ll race you, then.” And she’s off, down the path out of the village and into the woods, huffing air cold enough to make her throat tickle.

Shey watches her run for just a moment, then she’s on Dust’s heels, fast as she can, while she can. It’s harder when she’s on three legs. She passes her friend and darts into the trees, shedding her robe as she moves, kicking off boots, and then she’s down. Her form stretches, accommodating the daedric magic and replacing the small woman with a large cat.

She rolls in the snow, coating her tawny fur white, and then waits for the two-legged Dust to catch up.