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[Alpha Wolf 295]

Runa remained asleep, and slept surprisingly well, but there was no knowing how long it would last. Maybe if she was lucky they wouldn't happen tonight, however unlikely.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
"I'm the Son of Death. So what?"
Tagged: Runa

After about an hour or so of sitting at the bar once his meal was through, Nicholas paid for a room and headed up to the open one the woman said he could have. Nicholas settled himself on the bed and took off his boots. He didn't really have a change of clothes, but his shirt was dirty so he took it off and set aside. I really ought to consider wearing armor... He thought to himself, looking at the ragged scar that now adorned his chest. Before he laid down, Nick pulled the odd gemstone from his pocket and pulled the blanket over himself.

[Alpha Wolf 295]

Runa slept for an hour or two peacefully, but she wasn't as lucky as she had hoped. Soon enough she woke up with a bit of a scream, shaking, sweating, and in tears. She didn't break down sobbing like she used to, she's gotten kind of used to it. Instead she just laid there in the dark until she fell asleep again, but it was a fruitless effort though, it would happen again and again until she just stopped trying to go to sleep.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
"I'm the Son of Death. So what?"
Tagged: Runa

Runa heard a thump outside her door, accompanied by a few muttered curses before the door opened. Nicholas stood in the doorway, holding a candle for light. "Runa, why do you keep screaming every five seconds?" He asked her in a tired, exsaperated tone. "There are other people trying to sleep here too." Nick wasn't upset really, but there were other weary travellers that may want to scold her, sp he'd rather see if he could fix it himself.

[XxPhoenixFirexX]

Funny, un-related pictures to my character. Just wanted to make you laugh!

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Name; [Kagehoshi].
Age;; [24].
Gender;; [Male].
Factions;; [Companions].
Race;; [Khajiit].
Sexuality;; [Male].
Class;; [Stealth warrior].

Hair Color;; [N/A].
Eye Color;; [Golden].
Height;; [5'4"].
Weight;; [120 lbs].
Build;; [Stronger build].

Main Trait;; [Kindness].
[+] Traits;; [Generosity, sympathy, helper, obedient, understanding, honest, loyal, bright, intelligent, brave, honorable, and accepting].
[-] Traits;; [Quick assumer, somewhat dim-witted, absent-minded].
Likes;; [Seared Slaughterfish, sweet rolls, kind people, friends, family, competitions, jokes, and honorable people].
Dislikes;; [Enemies, horrid deeds, un-honorable people, ungrateful people, alcohol, and cold-blooded killers].
Strengths;; [Defense, offense, stealth, intimidation, bribing, and eating food].
Weaknesses;; [Using magic, persuading, using two-handed weapons, friends, family, decision-making (sometimes), and pitying enemies and sometimes sparing them.].

Crush;; [None].
Boyfriend;; [None].
Girlfriend;; [None].
Husband;; [None].
Wife;; [None].
Offspring;; [None].

Other;; [Werewolf].

[Alpha Wolf 295]

Runa flinched when Nick opened the door before exhaling, for a moment she thought someone was coming to attack her, she's way to paranoid. She looked away from him as she sat up, placing her face in her hands. "I...it's just nightmares" she said sighing in frustration "I don't know why I even try" she added, at this point fighting back tears.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
"I'm the Son of Death. So what?"
Tagged: Runa

Nicholas sighed and closed the door behind him and sat in an unoccupied chair, setting the candle on a chest. "Am I going to have to sit here and hold your hand all night so that you keep quiet? Because I will." He hadn't bothered to get dressed, so he was still shirtless and without shoes. "I don't really mind your night terrors, but other people do."

[Alpha Wolf 295]

Runa slowly shook her head "I don't know" she said, too exhausted to think "what about you, where will you sleep?" she asked finally looking up at him, her eyes hovering over the scar for a moment before meeting his gaze.

[Kveykva]

Nicholas Storm
"I'm the Son of Death. So what?"
Tagged: Runa

"You need sleep more than I do. I can tell." Nicholas glanced down at his scar. It was a thick, ragged looking one that ran from the bottom of his right shoulder all the way to the base of his ribcage on the opposite side. With the way the wound curved up his side, she could guess whatever weapon caused it had went all the way through to his back. "I suppose it's what I get for not wearing armor." He chuckled a little.

[.synthetica]

| I've got an argonian- Strides-In-Snow- Open, currently outside of Whiterun. |

After an overwhelmingly chilly reception in Winterhold and Dawnstar, and the suspicion which quickly drove him out of Falkreath, Nat was decidedly much happier to be in the relatively warmer and drier regions surrounding Whiterun - and hoped with all his little heart that its people were more friendly (and more generous).

The bard traveled light. Having shed his heavy winter cloak he remained in a deerskin jacket, a light undershirt and loose trousers, and his leather gloves and boots - dyed black. On his back was a traveling backpack, it's tip towering above his head, filled with food, clothes, trinkets and everything he needed for his performances. Despite misfortune in the last three cities he'd visited, the man had a bright smile on his face, lighting up his green eyes with merriment. He whistled a tune as he walked, until he saw a rider approaching - traveling away from Whiterun.

As they got closer he saw they were an Argonian, and seemingly in a hurry. Not one to be dissuaded so quickly, Nat raised his arm in greeting and waited for the traveler stop.

"Hail, traveler! Not to worry you, but you are traveling in the wrong direction - why, the best juggling show in Skyrim is about to start up in Whiterun." He shot a quick wink at the rider, taking his lack of riding away as encouragement to step forward and pat his horse on the neck lightly. "And all for free! Well, other than anything you happen to donate once you are well and truly amazed." The seemingly arrogant words were softened by his lighthearted delivery and the easy smile on his lips. He stepped back - he wouldn't hold the horse of a hurried man, after all - and waited for the Argonian's response.