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job :; huntress
species :; khajit
where :; woods
under rule of :; istoth
doing :; hunting
with :; adelaide, kai
The Khajit stayed crouched in the shade of a few trees and bushes, her sky blue eyes glowing slightly in the shade, a top with her fur color. It was too hot today to wear her normal hunting gear, so K'joor just pulled on some leather armor and a hood. Lightweight armor was needed to hunt. The Khajit's eye flicked to the right, as a huge deer stag walked out in front of her with his small herd. K'joor slowly pulled her bow from her back, strung a arrow and aimed behind the stag's shoulder. Suddenly, the animal threw it's head up, staring at her. K'joor held her breath, and let the arrow fly, hitting the stag's shoulder making it stumble to the side, and fall. Stumble an fall, she remembered, always, stumble and fall. The Khajit sprang from the shade, and put her bow on her back as she drew her dagger to start cutting up the deer. She left the head and most of the body, cutting up the rest of the meat into small bags that she held for now, walking over to her sturdy black and white Shire. K'joor put the meat in the saddle bags, and collected some grass for Turk, the Shire, letting the horse rested before she hopped on his back, tightening the reins up and then sending him into a gallop back towards her tent, near a small village. Not only a few strides, Turk neighed loudly, slowing down at the sound of voices. K'joor hushed the stallion, hopped off him and hid him in the trees while she drew her bow and climbed up into the branches, swiftly but a bit slowly, going towards the voices. There was a girl, and a man, and they seemed to be fighting. Stringing a bow as fast as lightning, the Khajit shot a arrow in front of the man and of the girl. K'joor hopped down the the ground, tilting her head to the side, her ears perked. You both are as foolish as children. Why do you fight? The Khajit said, stringing a arrow to her bow just in case.
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job :; scout/trader
species :; argonian
where :; seulghem
under rule of :; seulghem
doing :; nothing
with :; no one
Eregon walk slowly threw Seulghem town, his tongue flicking one in a while, now and again to take in the smells of the town and people. His heavy armor was hot in the baking sun, making him stop in the shade and rest once in a while, everything weighing him down. The Argonian hissed quietly, his pupils narrowing as he watched the other people. They looked almost normal, while he was just a big lizard. The reptile got on all fours and sped through down to the wall, and stood back up at the gate. He crossed his arms, his scales glistening in the sun. The king was gone, with all the guards, and he didn't have a thing to do. Eregon hissed loudly, and sulked into the shade, waiting for something to happen.
