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  1. < That Damned Arrow >

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    (Sorry, school issues. Why would anyone give homework over the weekend, or even a week off of school? I mean, you can't be mad at me for being sick... :P Anyways.) Kohl ruffled his wings disjointedly. His head turned quickly towards the voices and footsteps, coming closer and amplified in his...
  2. < That Damned Arrow >

    The Enslavement of Lady Shisha

    Oooh creepy! The eyes, I mean....I still really dislike Xiathan ;)
  3. < That Damned Arrow >

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    The very second his body transformed and his eyesight blurred into incredibly enhanced vision, Kohl felt like his insides were going to tear themselves out. His chest heaved, but the only thing that came out was a disgruntled chirp. {Gee, thanks. I've always wanted to be a midget.} He tested his...
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    Idris bit her lip. "As much as I want to slit Faldil's neck, I'm pretty sure that honor lies to you. Your bounty hunter friend seemed especially eager. I'm staying back," she said. Kohl looked at Idris and then back at Shisha. "Guess it's me, then," he shrugged. Part of him relaxed slightly...
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    Kohl was just as amazed. He quickly shook himself and followed her. Although slower than a sprint and such, his forelegs blurred slightly. The animals brought Idris close to home. They were about the size of the ones back in Valenwood. She took a deep breath to relieve herself of the choking...
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    "Try to reach out for her. I'm not sure what the Forsworn would expect," Kohl muttered. "I'll try my luck at this, too." He bent down, two fingers gently prodding various footprints. He took a deep intake through his nose, closing his eyes slightly. "Ugh," he growled, shuddering slightly. "They...
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    Kohl smiled slightly, relieved that they had befriended each other again. He walked a bit behind them, Idris to his left and completely silent. She was a bit out of her element, but Idris wasn't bothered with that. They trusted her, and she could finally get revenge on the Forsworn, get her...
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    "We should hurry." Kohl was already regretting transforming - not like he already had, but: "Who knows what she might've gotten herself into. And she did seem overly eager to just go there and kill the bastard..come on."
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    Kohl grabbed Solar and slid it back into it's sheath. He slid his armored hood over his head and jogged over to Falcion. "Sorry ... about earlier. I think you should know: I can control it." Idris immediately went over to Falcion, a frown on her face. She didn't like the Khajiit in the least...
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    "She's the one that tried to kill me. That was ... about a decade ago, I believe." His look was dark. "She told me her name before she drove the gods-damned knife up my ribcage. Riamdadra. A complicated name for a less than complicated woman. I'm still not sure if that's actually her name or...
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    Kohl had turned pale. "Did ... did you say a Dark Elf? Was it a woman? Dark, almost violet hair? Wine-red eyes and a narrow face?" He could still remember the assassin, and the way she moved as her dagger cut through his ribcage. He had nearly died that night, especially since Varmiir had...
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    "What happened the other time?" Kohl dared to ask. He also silently wondered what they had been arguing about.
  13. < That Damned Arrow >

    The Enslavement of Lady Shisha

    An assassination plot! This is exciting...
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    Kohl frowned and glanced ahead at the distance. "I've never thought such a thing possible, you two coming to an argument," he near admitted. (Btw, a random note, my new avatar (which I change frequently) is my only 'fixed' screenshot that brings a sharp light to his scars.)
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    Kohl followed. He looked down and realized he had left Solar back at camp. He kept his eyes and, more particularly, his ears open. "What happened to the others when I ran off?" he asked. Idris was looking at the Breton's sword, nearly lost in the grass. She bent down and picked it up, then...
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    He detached himself from her and looked hardly into her eyes. "Don't speak like that. Fate is on a one-way path, and no amount of guilt or distress can or will change that. You did what you felt you had to in your power. I would have done the same. What the Divines do is their own problem, and...
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    (lol - 'And to top it all off, at some point in the near future she was going to have to face a camp full of bloodthirsty enemies and a madman'....which also want to kill her. Sorry, I just found that somehow funny) Kohl let the air wash out of his chest in surprise as Shisha's arms wrapped...
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    The hurt, the loneliness, the anguish. It burned through Kohl's heart, but this time he dared not look away. "Shisha," he repeated. "I.." Don't want to walk alone. He wanted to stant and walk to her, but was afraid of her turning him away. Enough of fear, he thought to himself. He pulled on his...
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    {Wa-} he began, just as his fur danced to the ground. Cursing softly, he drew his curiass over himself so that he was at least presentable. So he could talk to her. "Shisha. Lady.." His eyes flicked to the ground. "I...didn't mean that. Not like that. I love spending time with you," he admitted...
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    He watched her, slowing quickly to a stop. {I overreacted.} He sounded calm, his mental tone a whisper, effortless with various emotions, compared to his human nature's shy and limited but vivid and more supported voice. His body stood impatiently still. {I'm sorry. All the strange raw emotion...
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