@DREADHUNTS
“Steel is precise, but poison is patient. Used well, it can erase an entire army without ever drawing a blade.”
@crims0nblack “Depends on the poison. Not all of 'em can be cooked out afterwards. Especially the stronger ones, the stuff really ruins the meat.”
SILENCE FALLS UPON THE WOODS, NIGHTFALL CREEPS ALONG THE HORIZON. Light flitters between the leaves, casting golden rays across the soft ground.
Further in, they stand in a clearing, eyes trained on the shadows that flicker with movement. The sound of twigs snapping catches their attention, head shifting towards the sound on instinct. [THERE] they think, eyes staring at the dense foliage. “You out there. Come out here. I want to see what stalks me.”
Suspicions grew, weaving deep into their bones as their eyes narrow. There had been many attempts on their life since they have defected, a vast trove of knowledge and secrets that could not be spilled.
Orin had done a terrible job at ensuring they had perished, and their life held a pretty bag of gold for retrieval. Alive or preferably, dead. “Hunting was not my style, perhaps it was yours but I never truly enjoyed it.” Their words are careful, plucked carefully to avoid arousing suspicion towards themself. Their eyes never leave the stranger, mentally preparing themself for a fight.
@7s2live “Ohh...” His grin grew despite the whine sounding so disappointed, head falling and gaze focusing on the ground as he chuckled. Not that he was a particularly prominent part of the cult, fairly easy for the higher ranking to brush off. He would refrain from jumping to connect any vague dots this story was providing him. “You wound me, saer,” Anrel raised a hand over his heart dramatically, clutching at the fabric of his shirt as his head picked up to look to them again, “And I thought you enjoyed our hunts.”
They pay no attention to their words, waving them off with a (PSH); “I am not lost. I think I’m in my natural environment, so to speak. Hard to tell when—“ at the memory, they cut themselves off. Lips pursing into a thin line.
The glint of the blade catches their eye, raising an eyebrow as the others hand seems to (itch) at the lack of opportunity to slay them down. “You are familiar in a sense, not many are fortunate to hear that from myself; do I know you? Perhaps we walked the same halls once—or participated in the same activities.” Each word spoken is careful, an attempt to goad more information from the stranger (without) giving up too much information themself.
“Mm , I’ve only just had my fill of a meal not long past. But I’m certain the new recruits would be keen to try your latest recipe — it should be supper time for them by now. ”
[@DREADHUNTS] “ Ah , yes . . . I’ve heard many tales of your kind — very . . . carnivorous , by nature , ” she said with a soft chuckle. “ I suppose that’s something we share. I’ve never been much for vegetarian fare myself; meat has always been my preference. ” She paused , humming thoughtfully , then tilted her head toward him. “ Have you ever tried moon sugar ? It’s a staple for my people — a sweet touch we love adding to our dishes. Perhaps . . . one day I’ll share a meal with you. My mother had some truly exquisite recipes when I was growing up. ”
@hailsithis “Ahh,” Anrel chuckled, raising a hand to point up to the other with a sharp grin, black eyes glinting in the nearby light as he shifted lightly on his feet, “*That's* what I like to hear. And you're asking the right person. While I am still working out how to... mix the different spices from here and there, I can certainly use the blood. Those who follow the Green Pact are no strangers to it.”
[@DREADHUNTS] She paused , considering for a moment. Solid food had become a rarity since succumbing to the darkness — being a vampire meant a simple drink of blood could fill her just as well as a full meal. Still , she missed the rich flavors of the dishes this frozen land had to offer. “ Hm . . . what do you think a little blood would do for your recipe ? ” she asked , raising an eyebrow. “ I’m no chef , of course , but I’m certain it would make for a delightful meal for both me and Babette. ”
/ he is.liek.... a bugg.... i can imagine him in that meme format of "bugs when you lift up a rock"
/ anyway, he welcomes new recruits with "beef" stew, it's like a rite of passage in the sanctuary atp <3
/ this is an adult man that you're looking at. you're looking at an adult man bosmer /ref
Mind if I drop something?
@DREADHUNTS However the chatter switched from "lookout dragon!!" To more surprised talk "is they a knight getting off the beast's back?" Everyone around went into confused chatter at this stranger who seemed to have tamed a dragon. Harken walking into the small town as everyone kind of stared at him though he did not mind.
@-FlamingSwords- The only relatively populated place Anrel cared to linger in was the sanctuary. However, he couldn't always be there. Today, for one, he decided to indulge in a few drinks after a completed contract not too far from the tavern. Mostly because he was ordered *not* to eat them. While he didn't go by the Pact anymore, he would still prefer the meal. He didn't react when he heard chatter of a dragon spotted nearby. Such a common event lately, it seemed. Not always cause for alarm. Until a dragon actually attacks this town, he chose not to give it much mind, tapping idly at the side of his tankard as he eyed the patrons.
@DREADHUNTS (Yay Flying high over the landscape harken was far from home. His dragon steady as it donated on the winds, spotting what looks like a settlement below the marauder guided his dragon down to the ground. Once landing a good distance away he got off and began walking towards it.
/ i'll write up his info laterrr, i actually have a lot to refine on him since it's been so long :sob:
/ btw he does have horns/antlers and sharp teeth, add in those pure black eyes and he is a pretty ominous looking little guy tbh <3
/ "oh wow anrel, this is good! what kind of meat is this?" "it's seafood." "... say, what was your last contract again?" "an argonian. :)"