She watched him, his reaction to her suddenly materializing merely feet infront. Like a child to a massive piece of candy, eyeballing it through the stainglass of a shop. The ball glowed brightly, like a small star within a darkened night. Alittle stunned herself as he stared, anyone fool enough to do that was likely to be dead. What the hell is wrong with this weirdo? she thought eyeing him up and down.

Her eyes, piercing through the darkness, when the male finally spoke she could pick up the slight falterings. Slowly she approached the rather to her frightened cat keeping a distance of about two feet. "I am not alone here. But are you..?" she spoke, her voice soft, carrying a sweet sound with it. The ball still blazed within her hand, something wasnt right, this one had a strange feel to him. Darker maybe? She couldnt tell.


ooc: And yes I would love to join next one IN

OOC: I am waiting for chaos... and have been doing so ever since he posted an OOC-only post despite seemingly having enough material from other players to post. And Sibera... here is a major tip to increase the quality of your posts: The first time you refer to your character in each post, please type out the name, and not just the relevant pronoun.

IC: Dar'shandi's plans for getting revenge against the Argonian were put on hold as another development in the party unfolded. Though his expression remained blank, inside he was fuming with.... jealousy? He couldn't comprehend what was going on. Why was Ren more interested in inscrutable kharro, after all the Ohmes-Raht's attempts to sway her heart were ignored and insulted. He had never given up on any girl before, but in this environment winning her over was becoming less and less likely. The more he contemplated his attempts, the more a new plan formed in his mind. Perhaps being left with her in Cheydinhall could work out in his favor...

All plans for bringing Fin down a level were put on hold as his objective did an immediate about-face. Now, rather than trying to prevent being left in cheydinhall, he would have to join Fin and Winna's decision to leave Ren there. However, it would not do to let him be left without her... fortunately, he had time to learn the best way to accomplish his goals.

OOC: Sorry for another completely OOC post, but I cant respond to you beginning to unobtrusively make your way to the front, because Fin does not have 360 degrees of vision and therefore cannot see behind him. He also has no reason to expect you coming up behind him, and besides shouting at him, which he blew off (And I meant to post that part), you havent actually interacted with him. Fin does not keep an eye on everything you do waiting for a moment to respond. You'd need to actually catch his attention first.

ooc: I'm really looking forward to meeting the others with Craggy. 'Specially Kharro since, as Ms. Nothing aptly put it, S'Kragki is '..like the anti-Kharro.'

ic: The vampire watched as Theresa approached him, examining her shorts and tanktop for any odd bulges that could be a concealed weapon. It wasn't that he was entirely unwelcome to the thought of being killed, he just wanted to die doing something, not assassinated by a scared-yet-clever little girl. When she halted in front of him, he gripped his blade a little tighter, making one of his knuckles crack softly. At her words, though, the grip lessened and he relaxed a bit. Shaking his head, he sighed.

"I am as alone as anything can ever be." S'Kragki replied flatly, his ears tilting backwards. And I am just that; a thing. Under his coat, a white-and-black tail switched gently in restlessness. He wanted to ask this girl something but feared her reaction to something so forward. To show her he meant her no harm, he returned his blade slowly to its ragged sheath on his back while debating on what to say to her next. It's so unlikely, but.. what if she is? What if this little lass is my granddaughter? After second of thought, he shook his head at his own question. Maybe later. For now, I'll just find out who she's with.

"But you say you are not. Please, take me to them. It's been so long since I've seen another friendly face I'd almost forgotten there were others out here still." His request was of a blunt and concise nature, but it was respectful, giving no air of command. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the girl or piss her off. "I assure you, I'm only dangerous to bandits and corprusbeasts." S'Kragki added with a small smile, for a moment forgetting his.. unique dental features. Though the light was dim, if she was looking at his face during the second in which he flashed the little grin, she'd've seen the tips of his fangs, longer and sharper than anything any normal Khajiit possessed.

OOC: I'm not saying anyone should change anything. It's just as I tried to picture "fangs, longer and sharper than anything any normal Khajiit possessed", all I got was a sabretooth. Got me thinking: what if Vampirism could change Ohmer-raht into Pahmar-raht as a spontaneous mutation? Just thought I should share it with you fine people.

OOC: This thread isn't about Ren. It's about everyone. (If it was about Ren, I'd just make a story about her.)You can bring as much of Kharro's story into this thread as you want, but do it bit by bit, and try not to make it all about him. Some of the best RPs have been ruined by players hijacking the story. RPs are about interaction between many individuals, not the individual.
@Scow: Nice turnaround. I seriously fear for everyone in the group. Dar'Shandi is nuts.
@Everyone: Also, next fight those who are completely inactive will be assumed killed.
IC:

Winna paused for a moment, then said, "I couldn't bear it if Ren died. The girl is defenseless, and while perhaps not completely innocent, she's nowhere near as experienced- or jaded- as most of us are. She's narrowly escaped death twice now, but by pure luck: she has no combat skills to speak of. My heart speaks against leaving her behind." Her expression was softer than usual... thoughtful. Winna usually appeared so hard and haunted, it was an unusal look for her.

But then her expression hardened at the thought of Dar'Shandi. "As for Shandi... my head says he would be useful to us yet. A rogue always has useful skills. But my heart... my heart says he doesn't care about this. My heart says he didn't decide to risk his life. And my heart says if he comes, he will actively seek to destroy this group in his own depraved way. He attacked Fin: he nearly attacked Ren. He clearly has no interest in what we seek to accomplish."

She shook her head. "If it were left up to me, I would leave them behind. But you have more experience in matters of a group than I, Matthew," she gave the legionnaire a respectful nod. "Perhaps you have dealt with similar matters before: I don't know. But I respect your opinion greatly." She frowned thoughtfully. "If you think they should stay... then perhaps my vote will go otherwise. Then again perhaps not.

"But it's not just down to me: you'd better wonder what everyone else is going to say..."

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Ren watched as Kharro seemed to be involved in some kind of inner-struggle, his mind clearly in a distant place. For a moment, she felt sympathy for him: he had lost as much of his world as she had hers, afterall.

Then, he spoke. "I was once a slave, in Morrowind. Born into it. My father schooled me in passive resistance, ready to leap into attack should the propper chance present itself. He died in my arms, his eyes dictating defiance even as life faded from them."

She listened with a solemn expression. Rather than leaping in and giving some unhelpful and seemingly insincere condolences, as many girls were prone to do, Ren thought about her words before she gave them. And when she did, she didn't go 'aww' or try and give him a hug, or even apologise, as if it were her fault. She merely said quietly, her eyes sad, "I could see that you'd had a hard life. People often forget that the world before Ur wasn't perfect either." She paused, then asked, "Do you ever wonder what you're life would have been like if you were born someone different?" She wasn't asking to change the subject- rather it was on the same. This question, despite it's superficial meaning, was actually asking for an emotional response to his words- she wanted to know more about Kharro, but she didn't want to hear a list of events. She was wondering how his life had effected him. She gazed up at him solemnly through her purple eyes.

ooc: My imagination went to that to. XD Maybe alittle less on the teeth length but enough to be similar

ic: Theresa had noticed the grin, such white teeth always reflected well in dim light. Either a vampire or a khajiit thats got a dental issue she thought giving a slight ponder to it. Of course her body shorts and top didnt conceal any sort of weapon. As by obvious means any such weapon would stick out something severe. Watching the male sheathe his sword Theresa slowly ended the fireballs short existence. She didnt trust him fully at all. But he wasnt going to kill her that she was definitely sure of. "Alright, though what is your name?" she asked slowly turning around cracking her neck alittle.


Meanwhile Ra'shinavi was getting nervous, his sister was gone to long. He began to pace, tail twitching nervously while the his argonian friend dealt with the breton.

ooc: I thought I'd posted here. Dammit, I've lost my mind again. *searches room for missing brain*

And I guess that teeth thing was a failure on my part; I meant it as more of like.. whereas a Khajiit has his/her fangs hang over the front of the bottom teeth, his dip down a little farther under his lip, almost touching his bottom gums. Sorry about that. I wrote the post at fifteen shy of 1AM and I'm stupid when I'm tired. ><

ic: The fireballs burned out and S'Kragki watched Theresa crack her neck, cringing involuntarily. Tamara had always done that and every time he feared she'd snap it and kill herself. Then again, he had worried over that kitten's every move until the day she left, so it wasn't really surprising; he'd been a good father, if somewhat protective and paranoid.

As the kitten in front of him started to move away, she posed a question. S'Kragki followed, his bootfalls soft thumps punctuated with the jingling of the various buckles on them. "My name is.. unimportant, you may call me whatever you desire, but it's S'Kragki." he informed her, then in a slight, futile hope that it might mean something to her, added his last name to it without any delay to indicate his thinking. "S'Kragki Zeterra. And may I be so bold as to ask yours, m'lady?"

Theresa stopped and looked back at the male, "S'kragki Zeterra. Nice to meet you. Im Theresa. Dont have a last name. Though your last name sounds alittle familiar." she gave a nod and began to walk, casting a small light spell onto herself illuminating the caverns alittle as they began their approach back towards Ra'shinavi and the argonian. Her nose began to twitch alittle as the wind blew through the caverns sending this guys scent towards her as well as the smells of mushrooms, fungie, dead things and more. "Hmm smells nice..." Theresa chuckled wincing as she spotted an over grown mushroom that looked like it had a face on it.

OOc: Ok is the guy in control of the breton gonna pop up? Otherwise Imma move on okies?

OOC: Go ahead and move on. No idea where Atomic is, and I'd like for you to meet the group at some point. (Remember, it'll be hard to catch them up just walking, so something'll have to spur you on, I guess...)

Also: all newbies to Rewriting History: I need a heroes sheet (a short description of your character, as seen in the second post). PM it to me, post it here, I don't mind.

As he waited for her to respond, Kharro was guessing what kind of a reaction could he expect. People reacted very predictably when they heard a story about a troubled past. Not that he ever told anyone his own story. The tales he told were fictitious, made up to butter up the people that would enable him to perform his missions.

"I could see that you'd had a hard life," she finally said. "People often forget that the world before Ur wasn't perfect either."

Was that all? Somehow he doubted it. After a long pause, she spoke again.

"Do you ever wonder what you're life would have been like if you were born someone different?"

A question he was not anticipating. What kind of an answer did she expect? That he would like to have been born a man or a mer?

"I've never had such thoughts," he said and knew it to be true. "My past is not mine to change. What happened cannot be undone. To wish such a thing would be pointless."

Even as he was uttering these words, an uneasy feeling engulfed Kharro's mind. By now he collected fully from the ordeal that shook the unmovable foundations of his inner calm. Suddenly the idea of pouring out his heart to a stranger didn't sound so appealing. Therefore he put on a face of grim resolve and continued his walk with a slightly faster and longer stride, putting some distance between himself and R... the Breton.

The hint was obvious: the conversation was over.

OOC: I did some brainstorming last night. If all characters survived the last battle and we intend to get rid off several inactive players, the next battle will be a real b...ch. Perhaps the battle would be going into a really bad direction and then the new players could come to our rescue?

ooc: Okay, here Illusionary. Wrote this on the spot.

S'Kragki Zeterra: S'Kragki is rather different from most vampires, hating his 'gift' rather than embracing it. After his daughter left and his wife died of old age, the immortal has wandered alone, making few friends due to his condition. He is a kind and caring soul, if somewhat tormented, and goes out of his way to help others, caring little for his own well-being.

Since the invasion, the Khajiit has devoted himself to fighting the dreamers and corprusbeasts and protecting the scattered survivors that he finds. Though he knows it is even more in vain now that it was when civilization still stood, he still hopes that he is not the last of his family line and searches for any grandchildren his daughter may have borne him.

And Sibera, you shouldn't tease him like that, getting his hopes up. Shame on you.

ic: "S'kragki Zeterra. Nice to meet you. I'm Theresa. Don't have a last name. Though your last name sounds a little familiar." The last sentence made the old vampire's heart lift and he smiled. He followed, mind absent and lost in thought until she jumped at the mushroom. His blade came out and he shouldered past her, holding the blade at the mushroom's 'face.'

"Leave her alone, you evil.." he started to growl threateningly, then saw what it was. His blade fell to his side and he blinked for a moment. "..mushroom." the last word came out flatly and his pale cheeks blushed. He put a palm over his face and started laughing gruffly. "Well.. that's embarrassing."

Turning around, S'Kragki smiled softly at Theresa. "Guess you won't have to worry about evil fungus with me around, though, eh?" Sheathing his blade, he shook his head. "Well, lead on. Scary lookin' for a mushroom, though, ain't it?" he jerked a thumb at the flora behind him, then sighed.

OOC: I realized over the course of the past few posts, I have completely flipped Dar'shandi's personality on its furry head... Time to rectify that! The RP already has too many vampires, and had I continued him down his path, he would have been the worst in the bunch! (even worse than Atomic's non-vampire)

IC: As Dar'shandi opened his mouth to comment on leaving Ren and him behind, he immediately closed it again. What was he thinking? He forced himself to answer his silent question, brought on by his realization of the massive deception over Renoit he planned. Realizing the immorality of his primary objective, he anolyzed the clever plans he unconsciously formed about each of the other members of his party. What he saw he had planned horrified the young khajiit. It wasn't the mind of the amazingly cute-and-sixy hero of Orcrest, who won the affection of the ladies by being Dar'shandi, but the dark mind of the depraved bastards of Senchal, who cared little about the emotions of those they sought to bed, and resorted to the lowest, most deceptive methods to have their way. With this knowledge, Dar'shandi immediately erased all the dark plans. It wasn't only Fin who needed the super-happy-fun-time cookie, it was himself.

With the newfound revelation, he reached into his pocket again, withdrawing the paper-wrapped sugar cookie and stuffing it in his face. With the almost immediate mood enhancement, he decided to let Ren do what Ren wanted to do, just as Dar'shandi did what Dar'shandi wanted to do. But first, he needed to make an apology to the other lady in the group, who he oddly no longer saw as off-limits. He bounded over to the silver-skinned dunmer, with a skip-step remnicient of his behavior before sleeping in the cave. Completely oblivious to the conversation between Winna and Matthew, he gave the Dunmer a firm hug from her right side, and said, "Dar'shandi is sorry for being a bad kitty," looking up to her with his almost kitten-like eyes.

OOC: That's an awesome idea, Peleus. Sound good, our soon-to-be-comrades in the cave? Also, is S'Kragki son of one of the Zeterra's I know? Presumably the phases of the moon would allow him to be a different form of khajiit, so... *looks hopeful*

And thank God. I was seriously beginning to dislike Dar'Shandi.
IC:

Ren watched first in surprise, then in acceptance as Kharro strode briskly ahead. Undoubtedly, he had been affected aversely by her constant prying. She was sad, but understanding. Memories of pain ran deep, and Kharro didn't seem like the type to bring them up often. Neither did he particularly seem interested in Ren's company. Between it all, his confused emotions must have been too much to bear.

Ren wondered briefly what would happen if she followed him. Would he grow angry? Or would he be pleased? She strongly suspected the answer was not as clear as that. Kharro isn't that straightforward... she thought. I mean... I thought he was. But there is a lot more to him.

Still, she wanted to go after him. But she restrained herself. She would seek him out later. This was not a deterrant- this was just his reaction to her snooping. He wasn't trying to hurt her.

...but then... why did she feel so hurt?

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Winna was taken aback when Dar'SHandi hugged her side and apologised, as if he had done nothing seriously wrong. Had he been listening? Was this him trying to wrangle a way back into the group, or just into her good graces?

And yet... looking at him, she wanted to believe that he was sincere. That he wasn't really as volatile and cruel as he had been displaying recently. That there was some goodness in him.

That there was some goodness in someone, in this world of ash, Ur, dreamers and corprus.

A tangled confusion of emotions whirled around inside of her. This was all just too much. She pushed him roughly away, knowing that even if he dodged, he'd still release her in order to escape. "Leave, Dar'Shandi. I don't wish for you company," her voice was, as ever, quite gruff.

ooc: Dammit! Power surges and transformer going explodie! had good post to. Cant be assed to write it again >.<


ic:
Theresa watched him muscle past her and threaten the mushroom, a big grin forming on her muzzle as she watched walking up to S'kragki she wrapped her arms around his neck, acting all like a damsel in distress "Oh Sir S'kragki you saved me from the mashroom of a thousand Faces!" she exclaimed like a damsel in distress she was. giving him a playful kiss on the cheek. She then backed off and chuckled "Its Ok big boy. Only a mushroom. Not like it will bite you. Maybe stare at you but still" she chuckled and began walking down the cavern some more, rounding the corner she came face to face with Ra'shinavi, she jumped with a loud "AAahh!"

The larger khajiit, Ra'shinavi chuckled "Well, well.,.." he smirked "Finished your hunt for the other thing here?" he smirked shaking his head.

@Illusionary: I always forget about that moon-phase-thingymawhatzit. S'Kragki is, in short, Karst's (and Zant's) grandpa. I had half a mind to use K.Z. herself at some point here, but.. I feel like she's a tad overused and.. well, I don't want her to become 'that girl that guy always uses 'cuz he's a lazy goon'. >.<

@Sibera: I know the feeling. I had a whole huge post in Those Remaining once, and then I hit the refresh button to avoid that Board Message thing that happens when you take too long to post, but the damn browser had signed me out and I got the login page instead and lost the whole post. Took me two and a half days to get the inspiration to rewrite it. Also, any more ideas on that.. thing.. you proposed to me? :hehe:

Unrelated note: Who likes me new avvy?

ic: S'Kragki's ears were back in embarrassment and shame, but they shot forward and a small, startled cry escaped his lips as two furry arms fell around his neck. He smiled at her teasing, figuring he damn well deserved it, but froze up for a second when she pecked his cheek. It'd been decades since he'd had any kind of affection from anyone and he'd almost forgotten how it felt, even if this was just a part of the ribbing Theresa was giving him.

"Well it still creeps me out." S'Kragki commented with a smile, then casually incinerated it with a blast of lightning before turning and following the young maiden down the cavern. At her scream, he was just about to draw his sword again when a male Khajiit voice laughed.

"Well, well.. Finished your hunt for the other thing here?" the voice asked and S'Kragki got the feeling he was 'the other thing.'

"Yeah, other thing's right here." the large, coated cat stepped out of the shadows behind Theresa, laughter implied in his voice. Despite the black fur, he had a feeling these two were of some relation from the way the male spoke to Theresa. He held a hand out, only his clawed fingers visible sticking out of the thing leather glove built into the Orcish gauntlet. "S'Kragki, at your service." he said gruffly, yet politely as he offered Ra'shinavi his hand.

OOC: Ok, I'll just pretend Atomic's char wasn't in the cave in the first place and I was with Ra'Shinavi the whole time.

IC: Wulm-Na was sharping his sword as he watched how Khajiit introduced himself to Theresin's brother. Argonian put his katana back in sheet and approached Khajiit in intention to greet him. "Well, welcome aboard, my name is Wulm-Na" - said Argonian as he offered a shaking hand.

ooc: Dwemer Guy, Thats a bad idea to pretend ya didnt see it when we gots like a fair few posts on mentioning him there anyways. Also yes I do Aula in which Ill be sending you a PM. And yeah Love your Avvie

IC:
Ra'shinavi smirked and took S'kragki's hand shaking it with his large dark furred paw. "Well not a thing but a khajiit! Im Ra'shinavi, Theresa's Brother" he grinned broadly. A very cute one to... he thought grinning just a tad. His eyes reading the other male over subtley checking him out even in this darkness. "Well, I think we have stood around long enough. Lets get back home in Cheydinhal. Our way there is just outside." he turned around grinning to himself, making sure none of the others noticed, his black, very smooth furred tail raises slightly, the tip twitching in happy thoughts.

Theresa knew exactly what that tail twitch meant, it was a sign her brother only did when he was having good thoughts on something, or someone else. She nodded to Wulm-na and then looked at S'kragki "Your welcome to come with us. if you want. We got plenty of room for another" she smiled being rather kind towards him. Grabbing his hand she dragged him along almost keeping up with her brother as Ra'shinavi exited the cave.

OOC: I think its alright. Afterall, it's not his fault you posted him being there, and he needs some way to catch up.

Matthew was suprised at the way Winna's face softened when speaking about Ren. The whole time she had put up a hardened front which, to Matthew anyway, was seperating her from the group. Now it seemed like the walls of seperation were coming down, and he now knew she really cared for the young breton. But once Dar'Shandi was mentioned, she immediately became her old self again. Matthew knew she was right about the young khajit since he himself noted Dar'Shandi's lack of intrest in helping and his almost constant attempts to get to Ren.

"If it were left up to me, I would leave them behind. But you have more experience in matters of a group than I, Matthew," she said with a nod to him, "Perhaps you have dealt with similar matters before: I don't know. But I respect your opinion greatly. If you think they should stay... then perhaps my vote will go otherwise. Then again perhaps not. But it's not just down to me: you'd better wonder what everyone else is going to say..."

Before Matthew could say anything, Dar'Shandi came up and hugged Winna's side. "Dar'shandi is sorry for being a bad kitty," the khajit said as he tried to win her over with his kitten-like eyes. Matthew was seriously confused as to if he was sincere or if he was just using that as an excuse to hug her. Either way, he felt sorry for the khajit as he watched Winna push him away and tell him to leave.

"Don't you think you should give him a break?" he asked hesitantly, actually fearing her reply, "He did choose to apologize after all, so maybe you should let off him a bit. As my older brother used to say, if he's man enough to apologize for his actions you should return the favor and treat him like one. Maybe the khajit can stay and be of some use now that he has grown up a little. And maybe you could teach Ren to be useful in combat as well so that she can stay with us."

OOC: I think, to perhaps hasten the meeting between the two parties... a smaller corprus-monster attack, with 3-5 of the creatures, should come to send them screaming to us... Too many for them to handle, not too many for us to take with only negligible(OOC wise) casualities.

IC: As soon as Winna's arm made contact with Dar'shandi, he jumped backward in a comical manner that would make it appear that the dunmer's push had sent him flying. His manner of landing reinforced the bizzare performance, as he landed on his back and curled up into a ball, rolling along the ground until he crashed into a large rock a good ways off the road. "But Dar'shandi doesn't want to go away! He wants to stay around the people who will save the day!" the prone khajiit insincerely moaned, a big, stupid grin plastered on his face as he looked at the world through upside-down eyes. His feet were in the air, draqed over the boulder at askew angles.

Dar'shandi made a few bogus "attempts" to get himself back on his feet, before calling out, "Could either Winna or Ren give Dar'shandi a hand? I is stuck!" He could have gotten himself free, and would do so if anyone but a woman offered to help. However, at this time, he just wanted to goof off a bit. Maybe it would lighten the group up a bit more.

OOC: No more corprus atm... and actually, there's going to be tons of casualties. We're killing off the inactives, remember?
IC:

Winna looked at Matthew, her expression one of internal struggle. Can he see how hard this all is for me? she wondered. Can he see the strain of all this on my soul? Is that why he insists on pressing on?

"He hasn't grown up." Winna said, looking down at the idiotic khajiit and then away again, expression smoothly unreadable. "He isn't safe to keep with us, and he does not care. As for Ren... I wish I could. But it takes years to become skilled in a blade, and you need more than mere skill to survive out here." Her voice was gruffer than usual, as if she were hiding some deep emotion about the two of them.

"No..." she repeated, more firmly this time, but also with a haunting sadness- a remnant of her past, made real again by the dilemma faced now. But she refused to linger on it, to relive it as if it were the same. "No, I will vote against their coming. Ren would die for her lack of preparation, and Dar'Shandi for his fool-hardiness. I will not have their lives on my conscience."

She looked Matthew in the eye. "But if the others agree... they may well be on yours," she added quietly.

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Ren heard Dar'Shandi and headed over, looking extremely sceptical at the young cat. "You can help yourself up, if you put yourself into that position, she said warily. "But okay." The breton reached down and gripped Dar'Shandi on the arm, heaving him up with what meagre strength she possessed- although it was made easier by the fact that the khajiit was rather light-weight.

She glanced at Winna and Matthew, and a frown furrowed her brow. "Be careful," she said to Dar'Shandi quietly. "I get the feeling you may have just gotten both of us in trouble..." she glanced at the ohmes-raht. "You were there. What are they talking about?"

ooc: Sorry for my scarcity. I blame Bethesda for making Fallout 3. I've been humming I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire all week.

And holy crap, is Ra'Shinavi 'checking out' my old furball?
If so, that's awesome, even though I'd hardly describe Craggy as 'cute.' Ruggedly charming perhaps, but..

ic: S'Kragki took Ra'Shinavi's hand first, then Wulm-Na's, his grip a little firmer than he might've meant it. He occasionally forgot the unnatural strength his disease lended him. "Pleasure, both of you. It's nice to see friendly faces again." he told them, then stopped to listen to the darker Khajiit. He smiled gently at them both, chuckling at the other male's mannerisms. He certainly seemed chipper.

Turning to Theresa when she spoke, he nodded. "Glad to hear it." he told them, wondering what they were all doing here. Family? Doubtful unless the Argonian was related by marriage. Friends? Quite possibly. Perhaps they were a more ballsy little band of adventurers or scavengers, even, searching the ruins for things of value. Whatever it was, he didn't much care as long as they were nice to him.

A small, surprised grunt sounded in his throat, though, as the young Khajiiti maiden grabbed his hand in hers and took off. He jogged next to her and laughed quietly in his usual gruff manner. S'kragki had certainly not expected it, in any case. He didn't say anything about it, just laughed at the spontaneity of it all.

OOC: If Ra'shinavi is reacting in such a way to S'kragki, I fear his reaction to Dar'shandi, the very definition and avatar of cute... I think I'll control Arathor for the next battle, and kill of the stupid bosmer myself. And here is a better idea than the overused Corprus monsters: Cliff racer swarm.

IC: Dar'shandi's two-stroke motor engaged as soon as Ren made contact with his arm, and he let himself be lifted up by her. He gave nominal assistance in standing up, but mostly let the girl pick him up. "Dar'shandi thanks you for helping him!" the khajiit said cheekily, just before giving her a furry hug and burying his head into her shoulder. Five seconds later, he released himself before she could entirely object to his immaturity, and skipped off in large circles around the party. He sang something, but not even he knew the song, nor really the made up, nonsensical lyrics. He just had a lot of energy to burn off, and needed a fun way to do so.

OOC: Two things. One, I dont think that anyone except for IN or someone she chooses and trusts will CC Arathor (Insert glance at Canzeri), and two, please god someone interact with Fin. Im in a slump for actions of him.