[meg knight]

OOC: haha it's all good guys. Kalmari, can you delete the post where you call the Dremora off? My second post had me jumping from the rise onto the roof and demanding you cease and desist, and theres still a little bit of that post left to work off of. My character may have been thinking about blood-shed, but he isnt going to attack haha.

[Tanika O'Connell]

OOC: No problem Sleeper. From your post earlier, I thought you wanted to do some writing about combat. That's why I tried to figure that in. Granted, I haven't had much experince writing combat situations.

[Gemma Archer]

OOC: haha my bad then. PVP isnt my strong point either.

[Hope Greenhaw]

OOC: I'm glad we can at least laugh about this . So let's get this show on the road

[Bellismydesi]

OOC: Aye, all is well.

IC: “Ah, a Nord has come seeking either alliance or quarry” said the Khajit woman. “This one suggests you remove your hand from your sword, lest things become...difficult."

Vulstag didn’t realize his hand was there, on his broadsword’s hilt, and he quickly moved it away. Another man down in by the river called up to him “Hyaril's always a friend, unless you're a fellow bard, in which case you can jog on.”

Vulstag was about to reply when an Altmer with some sort of conjured ally came into view. The demon that followed him was a tall, armored fellow, a huge two handed blade strapped to its back. Wicked horns protruded from his forehead, and his eyes burned a deep red color that reminded Vulstag of the fires of hell.

“Attack!” ordered the High Elf, looking rather smug. “I'll call him off when you’re done! Or rather, when he's had his fill...”

Like hell you will thought Vulstag as the armored Deadra bounded towards him, the massive claymore in his hands. The beast bolted up the rise, straight towards the Nord, excited for blood. Vulstag had his Dwarven broadsword in his hand before the Dremora could reach him, and his banded iron shield loosly grasped in his hand. The creature from hell was roughly three arms lengths away from the Nord when he threw the shield like a disc, striking the beast in the skull. The hunk of metal rebounded off the Dremora’s head, and caused it to recoil hard, giving Vulstag a small window of opportunity. Rushing to the beast’s left flank, Vulstag thrusted his broadsword in a delicate arc, tearing through the flesh behind the creature’s knee, through the gap inbetween its armor.

The Nord didn’t stop running, and leapt from the bank, landing on the shack’s roof with a loud thud, surprised that it didn’t break beneath the impact. He wasn’t a thick, bulky brute like most of his kind, but a wiry, nimble fighter. “I suggest you cease your sorcery, before I make the river flow red with your blood!” shouted Vustag to the Altmer. “I came asking if you were friend or foe. Two claimed to be friends, one showed to be an enemy. What do I make of this situation?”

[MR.BIGG]

OOC: Last OOC before we begin to clutter this up too much. Please guys lets try to keep the OOC's to no more than 5 per 10 posts, in a situation like this, no more than 5 in a row. I'm not trying to overstep my boundaries, but I just want to make sure we all don't waste time and space, and also "detatch" oursevles from the story.

Also, as far as PVP, just come to me, as I'm pretty good at that!

EDIT: Oh, but alas, it seems I was ninja'd, thus inadvertently making me seem a bit too serious, but its all good. Ill turn this into a post (if I get ninja'd again, I'll just make a new post).

[Mistress trades Melissa]

Elderin looked up at the Nord. The warrior was standing up on the riverside shack. Praying that it would not break under the weight of his armor, Elderin yelled back to him.
"Foe? I am no foe, my good man. I am a mere spellsword, one who was hoping to offer you a meal. However, that tone in your voice, it seemed as if you wanted a fight!"
The nord looked at him queerly, in an almost insulted manner. Elderin sat up, walked closer to the shack, keeping the nord in sight.
"Vazzat here is friends with none. You never can trust a Dremora. As for my conjuring, I shall seize, under your request. Don't think this is out of fright. Rather, this is an attempt to make amends."
Looking towards the Dremora, Elderin glared in focus at the oblivion walker. Vazzat started to fade away from this realm, a blue void opening up behind him. Looking towards the Atlmer, he yelled.
"Do not conjure me just because of your memories of Alanin haunt you! Rather, bring me when you require a warrior, able to handle situations a pathetic mortal like you can not! Bring me on the day I am able to make Alanin bleed blood red!" yelled out Vazzat before walking into blue void, returning to the Deadlands of Dagon. Elderin glared coldy at the point where the Dremora was. The old elf thought to himself for a momment.
The mental link allowed him to know of Alanin. This is not good.
Looking back towards the Nord, Elderin laughed.
"Forgive me, my good man! Memories made conjure forth Vazzat, and he was most unpleased at the fact that he had no one to fight! Had to throw him a bone, didn't I?"
Putting his hands on his hips, Elderin continued his speech.
"Let it be known to you that I am friend, and that I am Elderin. Now, come down from that shack. Your just in luck that I have some Salmon Steak ready"

[Miss K]

Taela looked at Vulstag on the roof and breathed a sigh of relief now that the fight was over for the moment. But upon a second look she noticed Vulstag had received a small graze to his wrist. "Khajiit see's a wound on your arm Nord. Most unfortunate...but your in luck. It seems Taela had come at the right time when she did. First Khajiit helps that kind Wood Elf, and now she is needed again." She beckoned for the Nord to climb down the roof.

[Yvonne Gruening]

OOC: I concur, Ant

IC: “Foe? I am no foe, my good man. I am a mere spellsword, one who was hoping to offer you a meal. However, that tone in your voice, it seemed as if you wanted a fight!” replied the Altmer. “Vazzat here is friends with none. You never can trust a Dremora. As for my conjuring, I shall seize, under your request. Don't think this is out of fright. Rather, this is an attempt to make amends.”

Vulstag opened his mouth to reply, but something was happening to the summoned Deadra. A blue portal was beginning to rip open, dragging the beast into its depths. “Do not conjure me just because of your memories of Alanin haunt you!” it roared. “Rather, bring me when you require a warrior, able to handle situations a pathetic mortal like you can not! Bring me on the day I am able to make Alanin bleed blood red!” And with that, the Deadra disappeared.

The High Elf looked stricken for a moment, and turned back to the Nord. “Forgive me, my good man! Memories made conjure forth Vazzat, and he was most unpleased at the fact that he had no one to fight! Had to throw him a bone, didn't I? Let it be known to you that I am friend, and that I am Elderin. Now, come down from that shack. Your just in luck that I have some Salmon Steak ready.”

“Well, Elderin, you sure do know how to make a good first impression. I have no wish to fight, I just wanted to make sure you lot were not bandits or necromancers” replied Vulstag. The Khajit woman called to him, informing him of a cut on his harm that he had yet to notice, and offered to heal it. The Nord leapt from the roof, his steel boots impacting with Skyrim’s craggy earth. He reached up, removing his horned helmet, revealing his slim and handsome features, and tucked it under his arm. “No need to heal such a minor injury, but thank you for the offer” said Vulstag politely to the Khajit, dismissing her. What Khajit he knew were distrustful creatures, so he made sure to stay away from her.

His eyes once more fell upon the attractive Redguard woman, and flashed her one of his smiles that had won over many Nord women. “I would gladly join you in your meal, if I am welcome that is.”

[Christina Trayler]

Taela, though taken aback by the sudden reaction to the Nord, let the Nord be; only offering positive words in rebuttal.

Taela: "Suit yourself. Taela only offers because this one is a priestess of Mara. It is her duty to help. But so be it."

Even if she would not have admitted it, Taela did catch herself eyeing the Nords physique to the point it could be considered ogling. Taela's attention then focused on Elderin.

Taela: "If you want to help Taela with these gauntlets, she will be near the river until sunset. When you have the time of course."

Taela walked to the near by stream and pulled out the scroll of bound gauntlets and a scroll of calm. The khajiit was remarkable in Restoration, but wanted to learn a different avenue of the arcane arts; specifically the ones that would protect her along her journies. Taela refused to learn destruction magic out of fear for taking another life. Conjuration, for Taela, was the better option as she could better hone her mind as daedra and mortal linked together telepathically. Also, having an Atronach by her side would be best to ward of potential bandits. She also wanted to learn more about illusion to avoid any fighting all together. As Taela reached for the bound gauntlets scroll, she noticed a wrinkle on her hand. She became startled and jolted up from her sitting position. Her skin became flabby and loose, swaying in the wind and aging by the second.

Taela: "The time has come again to use magics blessed. Taela thanks Mara for her benevolance."

The healer picked up a stick laying at the edge of the river bank and drew a circle with the restoration insignia drawn in the center. Taela looked around and noticed the group was still chatting away, unaware of her disappearance. She then preceeded to sit down and chant in the tongues of Elsweyr.

Taela: "Koz Nesha Dro'got! Mara Zet Qa'Jo Sezt. Haazti Vorushzi Gatoz Kish."

The chanting stopped and Taela looked at her hands again. The khajiit's skin became younger and more vibrant. Taela felt her face for any signs of aging and much to her delight, was healthy.

Taela: "Taela is your beacon for those downtrodden and in need of a healer. Khajiit will continue her journey."

She whispered silently. Taela sat down again and looked at the bound scroll. To bad for her, Daedric wasn't her forte.

[Aliish Sheldonn]

After only knowing Elderin for a few minutes, Hyaril decided he didn't like him all that much. Like all Altmer he was arrogant except his use of magic was stupid. Conjuring a bloody Dremora for no reason?! Who does that?! he wondered angrily, deciding that as of tomorrow morning, they were going their seperate ways. His eyes, once again hovering over the bag Taela carried. Watching her walk away, Hyaril remembered her calling him kind which frustrated him because his thoughts of her were anything but.

"Anyone for some music?" he posed the statement as a question but quickly reached into his backpack and retrieved a scratched and well worn guitar. He swiftly checked the strings and before anyone could interject, was strumming a light tune. Despite his many travels, Hyaril had yet to play for randomers like this and so decided to play quietly, enough to be heard but not to distract from conversation.

"What is for dinner?" he asked, wondering which one will be cooking.

[sarah taylor]

"What's for dinner?" asked Hyaril in a rather blunt manner. Elderin was watching the Bosmer. He looked overjoyed when the Khajit sat next to him, yet bored when she spoke. He was looking at Elderin in disgust at both the "Arrogance" the elf had, and his use of magic. Don't think he's going to stay long.
Looking towards the Bosmer, the Atlmer spoke.
"Salmon Steak. It's already over the fire, just needs to be cooked a while longer,. It will be done soon, and I shall get it." said the Atlmer. He got the impression the Bosmer didn't really like anyone here. Elderin was fine with everyone. Sakii seemed a just a bit gruff, but Hunters tend to be like that. The nord was brave and boisterous, someone the old elf wouldn't mind getting drunk with. He seemed like a good friend to those he enjoys. Elderin felt that wasn't one of those friends. Sending a Dremora with sword in hands to someone isn't the best way to start a friendship. Taela was the most relateable of them all. She was a mage, and didn't enjoy fighting.
Normally, I doesn't enjoy a fight. But on days where memories of Alanin and the war come back strongest I tend to be.....jumpier than a normal day.
But the Bosmer was quite a riot. He was a funny little fellow, and likely a fine bard. Fine enough company, if a little clusmy.

Remembering what Taela said about the scrolls, Elderin walked towards the where she ran off to. He was worried for her though. Conjuration is not a good school for a healer to get into, especially for a priest of Mara. Trafficking with Daedra is something that's not very acceptable for a priest to do.
All she's asking is to bind gauntlets. What is she going to do with those, punch someone to death? She has claws for that. Besides, from what I've seen, she doesn't like conflict to much. It would be fine to teach her.
As Elderin walked, he saw Taela doing some form of ritual. The odd thing was that her skin looked much older. Elderin crouched down, squatting on his legs, giving his knee's a stab of pain in order to hide. She spoke words in some other language, and her skin lost it's age, and she looked the way she did before. She thanked Mara.
That's when Elderin slipped on a rock.
He lost his balance, and fell on his back, which made a loud thump.

[^~LIL B0NE5~^]

"What's for dinner?" asked Hyaril in a rather blunt manner. Elderin was watching the Bosmer. He looked overjoyed when the Khajit sat next to him, yet bored when she spoke. He was looking at Elderin in disgust at both the "Arrogance" the elf had, and his use of magic. Don't think he's going to stay long. Looking towards the Bosmer, the Atlmer spoke. "Salmon Steak. It's already over the fire, just needs to be cooked a while longer,. It will be done soon, and I shall get it." said the Atlmer. He got the impression the Bosmer didn't really like anyone here. Elderin was fine with everyone. Sakii seemed a just a bit gruff, but Hunters tend to be like that. The nord was brave and boisterous, someone the old elf wouldn't mind getting drunk with. He seemed like a good friend to those he enjoys. Elderin felt that wasn't one of those friends. Sending a Dremora with sword in hands to someone isn't the best way to start a friendship. Taela was the most relateable of them all. She was a mage, and didn't enjoy fighting. Normally, I doesn't enjoy a fight. But on days where memories of Alanin and the war come back strongest I tend to be.....jumpier than a normal day. But the Bosmer was quite a riot. He was a funny little fellow, and likely a fine bard. Fine enough company, if a little clusmy. Remembering what Taela said about the scrolls, Elderin walked towards the where she ran off to. He was worried for her though. Conjuration is not a good school for a healer to get into, especially for a priest of Mara. Trafficking with Daedra is something that's not very acceptable for a priest to do. All she's asking is to bind gauntlets. What is she going to do with those, punch someone to death? She has claws for that. Besides, from what I've seen, she doesn't like conflict to much. It would be fine to teach her. As Elderin walked, he saw Taela doing some form of ritual. The odd thing was that her skin looked much older. Elderin crouched down, squatting on his legs, giving his knee's a stab of pain in order to hide. She spoke words in some other language, and her skin lost it's age, and she looked the way she did before. She thanked Mara. That's when Elderin slipped on a rock. He lost his balance, and fell on his back, which made a loud thump.

OOC: You might be wondering who this Alanin is. Well, that's a mystery that you can ask about....

[Chloe :)]

Sakii had just about a arms-length of the beast thick fur and was making quick work of the rest of its torso when she heard a voice bellow above her. It was a strong but slender looking Nord, strong chin, deep voice and all. She scoffed lightly.

And another one joins this party of misfits. What am I doing here?

"Hello there? Be ye friend or foe?" He echoed.

Are you serious?

The Redguard looked up warily, and noticed he was staring at her. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, as Sakii was a fetching 22 year old woman, brown skinned and black short hair cut at her shoulders. Soft but radiant eyes, complimented with a soft and even face without blemishes or freckles. She was good-looking to say the least, even to the strong racially oriented Nords oor Skyrim. Thus far she hadn't met any male Nord who could really catch her eye, but this one wasn't too bad. She didn't much care for the strong facial features, and at times found the accent irritating, but this one wasn't too bad. His approach was a turn-off though.

Then, without warning, the Dremora that she'd actually completely forgotten about walked up from behind her shouting. She lay stock still, hoping that he was too preoccupied with the newcomer to worry about her, and not wanting a face-off against a demon with little more than an elven dagger. Luckily, all its focus was on the Nord man. The Nord threw his shield at the beast-man, smacking his head and chipping one of his horns, then lunged with his dwarven sword, somehow managing to tear through his left back knee. After this, he very quickly mounted his way to the roof of the house.

"I suggest you cease your sorcery, before I make the river flow red with your blood!"

Things just got real, and to Sakii it seemed it was time for her to go, but she felt her adrenaline was watching from the fight. Slowly she backed away from the carcass, knife still in hand, and hugghed the wall, giving herself enough space to pull her bow out if heed be. She'd also pon-pointed the quickest route to the shield had she needed to make a quick getaway. But for now, she still wanted that steak . . .

Elderin and the Nord spoke for a second, and then the Dremora spoke up to its caller, mentioning a name that seemed to be prominent in the elf's past, before vanishing. Then, after a few more sentences, things went back into its normal ebb and flow for the most part. Sakii simply scurried back to the carcass and resumed her prior engagement, figuring it'd be best to just act as if she hadn't even been bothered by it.

[Blackdrak]

OOC. The Dremora shouted out something about Alanin. Sleeper mentioned Alanin when talking about the Dremora fading away. And there has been some forshadowing. Look back at my posts about Elderin seeing Sakiis elven blade and the part about seeing the campfie burn to get some hints at who Alanin is.

[Markie Mark]

Taela's blue cat-like eyes shifted behind her towards a fallen Elderin, as the loud thud echoed through the still woods

Taela: "Has someone been gawking at khajiit without her knowing? You probably have many questions to ask Taela."

A sense of guilt enveloped the khajiit and her fur stood up on end. She turned around and walked to Elderin to help him up.

[Yonah]

OOC: My bad, I actually hadn't read the post when you called the Dremora away. Sorry, if you read my post I acknowledged it.

[Veronica Flores]

OOC: it's fine.

Elderin was helped up by Taela. He didn't feel right about spying on her, but he he didn't mean to. He was coming to teach her how to bind the armor to herself. He looked at her sadly.
"I see you are quite ripe with age, like myself. I didn't mean to interupt anything. I just wanted to teach you about the scrolls."
He looked at her young face, and then felt his own. He was meant to be older, his body was. But instead, the stone that he found kept him younger. Some where in Leyawin's swamps, the Serpant Doomstone. It made him like this, kept him young. It was his curse, and his blessing.

"If I am to ask you one thing, it shall be this. How old are you truly? If it makes you feel better, I can tell you my true age."
Moving towards the Khajit's ears, Elderin spoke to her in a hushed tone.

"I am 230 years old. I saw the gates of Oblivion open. I was there when Dagon walked among men. I saw Morrowind before it's destruction. And up close, I saw the the destruction the Thalmor bring. I was there. I saw it all. And here I stand"

[ONLY ME!!!!]

Taela chuckled quietly and looked Elderin in the face.

Taela: "You are no doubt, an interesting mer who has been witness to many events.

Taela: "Ah, but to question. Do not feel wrong for your actions for they were true and innocent, while khajiit's actions were of deceit. You are more deserving of an answer than this one is deserving of pity. Taela's life begins under the atronach on the year four-hundred and ten of the third era. Two-hundred and twenty-five years ago. It wasn't until Khajiit was of the age of eighteen when she became a servant to the Mother Cat, Mara. Even then, Taela's healing magic was too pitiful to be of any used in the field. Mara took notice of this one's plight to be a model for her and bestowed a gift that could be used to help other's in her name. This gift was a spell to renew this one's body. The purpose was so that Taela would hone her restorative magics longer than most khajiit to better help those in need for as long as possible."

Taela paused and looked at a puzzled Elderin and looked down solemnly.

"But power turned into greed as Taela suddenly had dreams of granduer. With what seemed as a way to post-pone death gave Taela the vision of becoming the most famous healer in all the land. She had forgotten entirely about Mara, about others. Only for her own aggrandizement. Mara became upset with Taela and bestowed a condition to the blessing. This condition this one will tell you later."

There was an awkward pause in the air. Taela felt more uncomfortable having revealed so much.

Taela: "This one is not special from say the other priests and priestesses of other pantheons. Our Clan Mothers for example are far more important than Taela could be. This one is just a tool in the positive sense of the word to be used as Mara see's fit."

[Sarah MacLeod]

Hyaril was left in the awkward company of the nord and the redguard when Elderin decided to go for another one of his strolls. Hopefully this time he'll actually come back without endangering our lives. Although the chance of that happening was slim in Hyaril's mind, he remained positive. "So, Salmon steak eh?" He blurted out, attempting conversation.

"Who else wants a bit?" He added, standing up and walking to the fire. There was enough salmon for everyone but Hyaril hadn't eaten in quite some time. Although I've never tried sabre cat before...

[Ross Thomas]

Elderin listened so Taela. He was soaking in every word of her story, which all believed to be true. From what he saw the Khajit doing, the story did seem likely. And his own story was rather maddening in itself. He nodded to Taela's tale (Not Tail).

"You are almost as old as I. A mere five years, and we would be the same age. It's no wonder I felt that you were the most relatable out of all the others here. Now your likely wondering how I have stayed so young?" Elderin said. He looked at the Khajiit, with his blind eye, and his good eye.

"The Serpent. I was born under the sign of the Mage, that much is true. However, I found a stone before. I was back in Cyrdoili, near the city of Leyawin. In those swamps, I was out exploring, trying to find a Ayelid well out there. The well's take in magic from the sky, and I wanted to see if it would be possible to do it with out the help of the wells. However, there was a stone nearby. One of the Doomstones. It's a.....hard topic to explain. They are like the Standing Stones here in Skyrim."

"As I examined the Stone, I felt power emetting from it. I layed my hand on the stone, and I was changed. My aging was slowed down. While my friends in Cheydinhal grew old, I stayed younger than they did. At times, I would age forward, looking as I do now. Other times, my skin looses it age, and sometimes, a combination of the two results in me looking rather odd.....young in the face, yet old in the body. The curse of the serpent is rather....... out of control. I turned to pray of Julianos. He showed to me that I should not take this odd aging as a curse. Rather, I should use it to help others, including the beggers and Orismer I once shunned. I devote myself to help the helpless, and bring knowledge to all."

Looking at the bewildered khajiit, the atlmer laughed a hearty and cheerful laugh.
"Anyways, enough of all this. You needed help with the scrolls, didn't you?"

[Adam Kriner]

Taela snapped her attention back to the scrolls. She took interest in the Altimer's words and had a newfound respect for him.

Taela: "Ah yes, the scrolls. As much as khajiit knows much about restoration, conjuration she knows little about. You summoned the dremora with ease. This had peaked Taela's interest and hope for her to find a teacher. This bound scroll was given to her by the College of Winterhold to start from."

Taela handed the scroll to Elderin who took a look at it.

Spoiler

OOC: If you read my character sheet in my "About Me" you'll see the skills my character is good at. But that sheet is for when my character is more fleshed out i.e. I'm using this RP to develope Taela to reach her maximum potential in the character sheet. I like this form of development because it's more natural and interactive. Kalamari, I want Taela to learn conjuration slowly and for her to make plenty of mistakes trying to bound those gauntlets to herself.

[SEXY QUEEN]

Looking at the scrolls, Elderin laughed. "Oh, I remember this spell. I learned back in Chorrol, when I first joined the mage's guild there. Ahhh.... those were the days" he chuckled. Shaking his head back into focus, he looked at Taela.

"Ah, where were we? Yes yes, the scroll. Magic is two parts. One half emotion, one half focus. One half tends to overide the other. It's best to put more focus into your magic than emotion. Here, look at the scroll" the elf said as he handed the scroll back to the Khajiit.

"Imagine the gauntlets being real. Focus your mind on them fitting over your hands. Imagine them. Keep your mind focused. They are not in Oblivion. They are here, on Mundus. On Nirn. Think of them as real, use your focus to bring them to reality. Don't think of hate. Nor Love, or rage and peace. Just focus"

As Elderin said these words, he did not listen to his own advice. The image of the Thalmor Mage popped back into his mind. There he was again, laughing at Elderin. His hand covered his mouth, like he was trying to hide the laugh. If anything, it made the laugh louder. Rage was steaming in Elderin's mind. If he let it out of his control, a fireball might burn someone, or Vazzat would be summoned again, out of the Atlmer's control. Elderin breathed deep, and whispred to himself.

"Alanin."
The word made him mad with hate. He sniffed in air, and exhaled it.
"Alanin. Al-A-Nin. A.l.a.n.i.n. Alllllllllanin. Ninaal." he said. He twisted the words, corrupting them, sounding out the word, spelling it.
"Alanin"
"Alanin"
"Alanin"
In Elderin's mind, he didn't here himself speaking. He thought these were his thoughts, words in his imaganation. They did not help, and the Thalmor Mage in his smiled a cheerful smile. Rage built in him again, yelling out. As it did, so did he.

"ALANIN!"

[Elizabeth Davis]

Taela broke her concentration and jumped back, startled by Erenor's sudden outburst. A massive ward so thick that it was literally a wall seperated the two mages. The khajiit held the ward in place as she caught her breath. Elderin had snapped for a brief moment. His face, contorted, unnearved Taela as she peered around the ward.

[RaeAnne]

Elderin had no idea he was saying the words out loud. He breathed heavily, and looked at Taela. She had created a extemely powerful ward, thick enough to be a wall. The elf looked at her with guilt in his face.

"I'm......I'm sorry. I let my emotions get the better of me. Just thinking of someone." he sighed. Looking towards the Khajit again, he smiled.

"In fact, this a perfect example of why not to let your emotions get ahead of you in magic. You saw me summon Vazzat, the dremora earlier? That was because of rage. Anger, hate. What ever you want to call it. And just look, If I didn't control that Dremora, he would have killed everyone here! But even though, I let my emotions get the better of me, I fought it back with control and focus. Do the same to summon the gaunlets. Focus, learn from mistakes you have made, and others have made."

The cat looked at him in conufsion about the name he was yelling.

"And if you like, you can ask me about.." the altmer said. A lump formed in his throat, as if to say the word was posion.
"Ask me about...." he tried to say. The word refused to leave his lips, as if a curse of some sort.
"Alanin" he finally said. The name made him sick, but the cat deserved to know why he was yelling out that name.