Lucifer saw the motion Cyria had made, as her general direction was all he could see anyways. He gave her a weak smile in response to the pleasant one that came over her features, and he couldn't help but see her as an average woman in that moment. He closed his eyes, however, not immediately answering her and instead thinking. Cyria was right, it was an unusual sight. Don't... I thought Senche only allowed a Khajiit to ride them... He wondered, before considering he may now be insulting Do'Jara by being on her. He really should get off.

But then, he'd rode her once before. And right now, with his head hazy and fatigue still fresh, he wasn't sure of himself. He did not fancy being a burden to the Senche, but if he got off... he could be a burden to the entire group. When he opened his eyes, he frowned. "Actually... if you do not mind Do'Jara..." He spoke softly, kindly, hoping to not insult her further. "I'm not sure of my legs at the moment. May I remain until we reach camp?"

He gave Cyria a weak smile again as he waited for the Khajiit to answer. He knew she'd healed him; who else would have? For that he was grateful. Lucifer knew he had neared death then, and most disturbingly of all; he willingly moved towards it.
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Malek tilted his head to one side as a large black dog approached and snarled at him. The wolf-eyes flashed with canine curiosity and he grinned, getting on all fours and taking one step towards the dog, sniffing the air. "Hmm... interesting... Undead dog." He murmured, before moving his jaw from side to side and his eyes rolled around.

"Relax, death hound. I'm Aric's brother, and I'm not here to kill your masters. If they don't like me, that's their problem." He replied, but when he spoke it did not come out as words. It came out as warped, awkward yips and barks, as his human mouth worked to form the language of the wolf. To be honest, it was a skill Malek was still refining, his next goal towards complete merging of wolf and man.

Aric heard Abra's voice next to him and nodded solemnly. "when we rest next.. there are still many things you do not know about my brother and myself.." He said, sounding distant. Many memories that had been buried for so long had already begun to surface, and if he tried to bury them once more, it would only make him feel much, much worse. Aric sniffed the air briefly and noticed that Malek was not here with Cyria and the others, but back near the battlefield.

Relieve that his brother had not made it to the main group yet, decided now was the time to warn them of a extra member. "Sorry for our absense.. but someone i thought lost to me has returned.." Aric said to the group, and sighed. "My eldest brother"

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Alyssa pouted at the large smelly Nord-Wolf and again heard Malek call Adeth undead. "If he was a vampire, wouldn't he have pointy teeth, and want to svck blood? I've known him all my life and he's never had any of these, so maybe you should keep that nose of yours out of businesses that aren't yours to sniff" After she spoke she heard the man begin yipping and yapping like a wolf. as her beast tongue ability allowed her to understand the animal languages, but difficult seeming it was coming from a human.

"He does understand Cyrodillian you know, Thorn's a smart dog so he can understand most things, but not speak them well, since he is still a dog after all" Alyssa added in light of the situation of Malek speaking to Thorn. When the girl decided to whistle again, this time she did hear the neighing of Ebony, making the bosmer/breton girl relieved. "I guess we should head back now, Ebony will follow at a safe distance.. since there are more than one animal here" she said looking directly at Malek when she mentioned that last bit.

"Well sorrrry I can't smell intellect, Miss." Malek drowned back, looking at Thorn and grinning. "However, if you can understand me like this, that is no fun anyways. How am I supposed to practice, then?" The question had come out as yet again a series of warped dog-speech.

Malek looked startled as he turned to glance at Adeth, though, while the girl whistled. He blinked for a moment, before tilting his head to one side and then smiling. "You're welcome. And as for why I call you undead, you smell of it. In fact, you all do, but for the others it is a mere residue. I smell undeath from you, not on you." He tapped his nose with his index finger. "And the nose knows. It's never steered me wrong before."

Adeth's eyes widened and showed anger. 'I am human not undead, got that, wolfie?' He snapped. It was so unlike him to snap or shout at someone. He wasn't a hateful person at all and usually it seemed he was incabable of hate and anger. When Adeth felt the urge to throw a fireball into the wolf's face he saw in his mind how it'd happen and shivered at the thought then went back to normal. What in Oblivion was that? Im...Im not turning into Jackorn am I? He thought uncertainly.

Adeth had always felt anger when he was near Jackorn and now he felt it stronger than ever but he forced it to go down. He would certainly not give the wolfie the satisfaction of being the victim. He wrapped his cloaks tighter around him as if feeling cold, hoping his sister hadn't heard what Malek said of him.

'Just...Don't mention it again.' Adeth said in an exhausted tone. He felt tired after feeling anger and hatred. His mind just held it back and bit his tongue.

(ok... im dumb :S just noticed my last post wa like this already)

Thorn plonked him bum down on the floor and sat staring at Malek. He was impresed that a mortal has mastered the tongue of wolf, but then he had probably done it for the wrong reasons. He wondered if he should dignify Malek with a response. He knew what his master would think of a man like him. But there was no harm in talking to someone in his tongue was there? Tp be honest he wondered how much Malek knew.
"Where did you learn this?" He asked, his bright red eyes staring thoughtully at the wolf man's face.

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Abra was looking out at where Aric's brother was standing. She didn't want to talk to him... or the people he was with, they were on Cyria's side. And she didn't want to go and see Cyria. She couldn't face her. If it wasn't for Cyria, Abra suspected she would have the courage to kill Lucifer and punish him for what he did. But if she killed him, Cyria would rip her apart in seconds. Which meant that if she wanted to kill Lucifer she would have to get Cyria first.

She had never sen Cyria sleep though, or eat anything, which meant murdering her in her sleep was out of the question, and so was poisoning food. She could however, poison Lucifer and run away. She had no family left now anyway, and to be honest Cyria didn't lok like the sort of person who would even be able to overthrough the empire anyway.

Abra's eyes narrowed as she walked towards Cyria and Do-Jara, the great khajiit made her nervous, she could kill them all here in with one chomp of the mouth. The Abra noticed Jackorn. She stopped in her tracks and walked towards Jackorn, who seemed to have a man slung over his shoulder. She paid that man no attention and when she reached Jackorn she asked.
"I don't think we've ever spoke. But you seem like someone who could help me. How do you kill a vampire?"

OOC: I've decided that I will remove Dolosus from the RP. But maybe he'll be seen again.

IC:

Acerbus slowly reawakened, his body hung in a very uncomfortable position. He groggily turned his head to see that Jackorn was the one whose shoulder Acerbus was thrown over. He rolled off the shoulder of the Montalion Ancient and wobbled for a second, grabbing on to a nearby tree to stable himself. He looked over to Jackorn and said, "Thanks."

After observing the rest of the group, Acerbus noticed that Dolosus had gone missing, "Where is my nephew?" He asked with a slight hint of worry.

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Dolosus moved quietly through the Great Forest, sensing the life force of all the creatures scuttling through the brush.

He had left the group due to a sense of worthlessness, something he had never felt before and it was strange for him to feel so. "Who needs a vampire giant? No one!" Dolosus shouted into the silence. He hoped to see his uncle again, but not in this kind of dilemma.

OOC: Bad post for Dolosus.

i'm sorry guys.. i wont be around for a ehile, as i have to move from where i am to somewhere else.. alot of stuff has been going on and now i cant stay where i am.. i should be back within a month so hopefully Aric and Alyssa dont get left behind in a ditch somewhere

I'll be back when im settled again.