#drorah-walks

I enjoy very much how this is worded as a statement, rather than a question, as if you feel you already know the answer. 

Hi guys! I know I’ve been away for ages (yeeearrrs) and is a sucky rper (also I can’t mention some of you for some reason) - anyway, give me a headsup if you wanna continue the threads! Woooo threads from 2016~~~ Srsly tho, I miss some of our plots/ships/threads.

Also, in case you forgot who I am, it’s TECH013

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The young man had been hard at work, shuffling around the crowded city center expertly picking pockets, it wasn’t the best work to have but it was the only thing he could do, he had taught himself how to steal fairly early on when he found himself abandoned on the surface of a strange world crowded by strange beings.  He had understood early one what he needed to afford food in order to survive. He had been to young to understand what the difference would mean, but most people would avoid him, so in the end he had to cloak his face and would make his way through town pocketing what he could gather. As he was about to leave the town center He spots a potential easy target, wealthy. He told himself he would be able to afford a nice warm room for a day or two if he succeeded in picking her pockets successfully.

He Made sure to go around her and come from her side, reaching out to swipe where the money could potentially be.

Sir Skrain Dukat, Protector of the Realm. Knight of the Old Code and of the Cardassian lands pulled his warhorse to a halt. The beautiful mare obeyed her master, as did his retainer and best friend Sir Corat Damar, looking at his fellow with a confused expression, reaching for his bow at his side.

“My lord, we are stopping?” Corat asked, seeing no reason for the halt.

“We are close…” Skrain replied, his free hand gripping the charm of St. Michael around his neck, the comfort of the familiar object filling him with courage, his heart calming away from it’s pained excited tempo. “I will have to go forward on foot.”

Corat looked… uneasy at this declaration.

“My lord, should we not ride on? If what we are hunting is not the idle chatter of old women… I should like to have my seed at my side.”

“Then it is a good thing that you will be with our steeds, Damar.” Skrain said, giving his fellow a smile as he starts down the path unseen to the other man.

“Sir! You will go on alone?”

“You are my marksman, Damar.” He waves back at him. “Alert me if our foul beast flees first.”

Damar knew better than to argue with his friend and took the reigns of the other horse, starting to scout a perimeter as to do as he was commanded. He doubted very much that there was anything more wicked than a bear in these strange woods… but Skrain took all reports very seriously. He was one of the only knights from the capitol that were trained to combat the magic and the weird. A witch hunter. And a very skilled one.

And while dragons did not fall under witchcraft, it was well known in the capitol that these creatures were wicked wyrms and devils. It is fitting that a witch hunter should investigate reports of the beast.

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Sir Skrain Dukat found the path into the mountain cave without much strife. It was simple enough to his eyes that by the time he had to strike a light to see his way, any hope he had to finding a dragon was dwindling to nothing. Perhaps it was simply a great bear that the hunters had seen after all. For the simple people, a crashing in the trees and a shadow of an eagle crossing over the sun is enough to make them flee in fear and make demands of the crown and the protectors of the realm.

He was not walking with stealth. If it was a bear, he would like to hear it moving in response to his trespass then happen upon one sleep and suddenly startled.

And if it really was a dragon…

His heart squeezed painfully for a moment in his chest, making him halt and grip his charm until it passed… chaos take his weak heart! The last thing he needed was the old witch curse to slow his progress.

He kept on through the darkness, all his senses alert and ready… but for what, he did not yet know.

Tilting her head just a touch Rumple glanced from the other woman to Julian before letting out a faint laugh. “Oh yes, that is indeed one word for it.” She murmured dryly before shaking her head. “I suppose I can understand some peoples interest, but for some reason I just can’t help but be reminded of a puppy.” More humor then anything else in her voice it was clear she had nothing against Julian, but for all the mans intelligence there was a maturity she felt was lacking at certain times. 

I hate you. I hate you with the fire of a thousand fiendfires. Why would you do this to me. And I’ve killed two of them already! And they just keep coming back. I refuse to participate in such- ugh. Fine. 

I would kill...the mudblood auror. No way I am letting him live nor touch me again. I believe he can also stay dead, unlike the other two. 

The others...that depends. 

If I bedded the healer, does this mean I will never have to see her again? Or will she continue to torment me. If the former, then I suppose I would do what I must. If the latter, then I would marry her. 

If I bedded the healer, then I would marry Potter, which would also be infuriating, but easier to deal with, I think. If I married the healer, then I would bed Potter, and then perhaps pack him up in a shipping crate and send him somewhere extremely far away. 

X Continued from here

“If I had known it was you, I would not have reacted that way.  You surprised me.”  She felt awful, even worse still when she realized he seemed rooted in place.

D’rorah put a hand on Garak’s shoulder to help hold him steady and to be prepared in case he started to fall as she used her other hand to probe his lower back, looking for any tenderness or injury.

His hand rested part of his back as she tried to see what was wrong. “I think I put my back out Doctor.” his face contorted in pain. He would be able to get to his quarters but he had a feeling he wouldn't be back at work to soon. “Nonsense If I hadn’t, there’s no sense in arguing now is there?” He sighed and winced.