Ellen Ripley
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"I had thought the same, though I'm questioning one thing. When have you known me to be anything but on my toes?"
Rahd couldn’t help but smirk at Cossets reply however his attention was drawn to the other warriors ahead of him and his ears pricked up at the conversation the two warriors were having. While eavesdropping on the conversation he didn’t fail to notice the other khajiits had eventually caught up and joined him and Cosset. He honestly didn’t pay much attention to the furred followers but as he heard the discussion of a forge and blacksmithing he was curious of the warriors ahead.
He wasn’t sure what skill the spell-sword had around a forge but he was curious if his own skills were better. He had been around the forge since he was young and he enjoyed it thoroughly and he made it into his hobby. His focus returned to his friend and he looked at her and raised an eyebrow as he assessed her gear. He would definitely need to check Cossets armor and weapons later on. His train of thought was interrupted once again as a stranger approached the group and he almost rolled his eyes at the groups tense reaction. Drawing weapons first was a habit for most warriors but he wouldn’t draw a weapon on a stranger until he had a motive.
His mother had always taught him to be nice and kind to others regardless of what they appeared to be. He could clearly remember his mother having a discussion about how others hid behind masks and that most of the kids were mean because they didn’t know how to express their feelings. They hid behind anger and violence to protect themselves from others hurting them. When he became bullied he didn’t fight back but when it came to others he would stand up. His Breton family worshipped Mara and that was something he grew to love and he believed in Mara. Regardless of his beliefs he was no fool and he knew when needed to end a life but he would rather save one and protect a life. No one knew their destiny and perhaps these warriors would find love or peace one day. Worshipping Mara was something he kept to himself and only his Breton family knew and his one and only friend.
As he looked at the stranger in ebony armor he frowned as yet again another enchanted weapon was made of ebony. He would definitely need to speak to Cosset about some lessons. His ears lowered and he almost let out a growl as the other male Khajiit tugged at him. Most were not careless to such acts but perhaps this Khajiit thought they were friends. Although he couldn’t be upset or show him anger because the mangy khajjit was probably the only one he felt like he could get along with. Looking at the other khajiit he saw him draw out his two daggers and gently grabbed his arm before leaning over to whisper,” Easy friend we do not know if this person is a threat. If he had a comrade we could easily handle it so there is no need to jump into battle.”
With that he smiled and gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. He could tell that this khajiit liked to stick to the shadows and because he seemed soft spoken and shy he could easily sneak about. Although the new warrior was questionable and he knew he would have to keep on eye on this one. It seemed like this adventure was just starting and yet exciting things were already beginning to occur. At least the blade had courage to stand up and speak out not even try to be nice or kind. He could appreciate bluntness instead of people trying to pretend they are someone else. Rubbing his chin lightly his tail swayed behind him as he felt the magic diffuse from his friend and he waited for a response from the stranger.
Rahd couldn’t help but smirk at Cossets reply however his attention was drawn to the other warriors ahead of him and his ears pricked up at the conversation the two warriors were having. While eavesdropping on the conversation he didn’t fail to notice the other khajiits had eventually caught up and joined him and Cosset. He honestly didn’t pay much attention to the furred followers but as he heard the discussion of a forge and blacksmithing he was curious of the warriors ahead.
He wasn’t sure what skill the spell-sword had around a forge but he was curious if his own skills were better. He had been around the forge since he was young and he enjoyed it thoroughly and he made it into his hobby. His focus returned to his friend and he looked at her and raised an eyebrow as he assessed her gear. He would definitely need to check Cossets armor and weapons later on. His train of thought was interrupted once again as a stranger approached the group and he almost rolled his eyes at the groups tense reaction. Drawing weapons first was a habit for most warriors but he wouldn’t draw a weapon on a stranger until he had a motive.
His mother had always taught him to be nice and kind to others regardless of what they appeared to be. He could clearly remember his mother having a discussion about how others hid behind masks and that most of the kids were mean because they didn’t know how to express their feelings. They hid behind anger and violence to protect themselves from others hurting them. When he became bullied he didn’t fight back but when it came to others he would stand up. His Breton family worshipped Mara and that was something he grew to love and he believed in Mara. Regardless of his beliefs he was no fool and he knew when needed to end a life but he would rather save one and protect a life. No one knew their destiny and perhaps these warriors would find love or peace one day. Worshipping Mara was something he kept to himself and only his Breton family knew and his one and only friend.
As he looked at the stranger in ebony armor he frowned as yet again another enchanted weapon was made of ebony. He would definitely need to speak to Cosset about some lessons. His ears lowered and he almost let out a growl as the other male Khajiit tugged at him. Most were not careless to such acts but perhaps this Khajiit thought they were friends. Although he couldn’t be upset or show him anger because the mangy khajjit was probably the only one he felt like he could get along with. Looking at the other khajiit he saw him draw out his two daggers and gently grabbed his arm before leaning over to whisper,” Easy friend we do not know if this person is a threat. If he had a comrade we could easily handle it so there is no need to jump into battle.”
With that he smiled and gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. He could tell that this khajiit liked to stick to the shadows and because he seemed soft spoken and shy he could easily sneak about. Although the new warrior was questionable and he knew he would have to keep on eye on this one. It seemed like this adventure was just starting and yet exciting things were already beginning to occur. At least the blade had courage to stand up and speak out not even try to be nice or kind. He could appreciate bluntness instead of people trying to pretend they are someone else. Rubbing his chin lightly his tail swayed behind him as he felt the magic diffuse from his friend and he waited for a response from the stranger.
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