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vigilantstormcloak replied to your post: Shh… ((….:’D))

“Vampire,” Kral stated with a nod, as he stepped closer to Dalamus, he continued in a formal tone, “It seems what you do, is my business after all.” ((I can only see this ending with Dalamus getting killed, or about to be. GDI KRAL.))

Dalamus turned and backed away again, trying to stay away from the Vigilant. He did not want to get killed. Not here. Not like this. Not bound like some hog about to be taken as dinner and then roasted over a spit.

Is there anyone you’re missing right now?

"Yes. There is." The Altmers' reply was blunt. Two people had flickered through his mind at the question as his eyebrows creased; Carondiil and Kraldier.  The question obviously didn't help his already deteriorating mood, and he added in a grunt, "But, I feel no need to tell you who." ---------------------He nodded his head; his armor clanking at the motion. Not sure what the point of the question was. It made a part of him uneasy as well. But, he delved out the name, "Seaghdh," and, adding in reluctance, "And, brother."

Everyone has skeletons in their closet. What are yours?

Yes. I am a Vigilant.

I happen to kill Vampires with either a mace, or axe. I take it you're inviting me to do that?

Kraldier was back to following Alaudidae at a distance, not that he minded that he could barely see him. Alau could handle himself, and he was talking to a Thalmor.

"I'm awake," he mumbled out the sentence, he was still awake. But, his vision was slowly becoming darker, and darker.

Don't be so cut up about it. 　

I feel betrayed.

Wouldn't be the first time.

[Kral snorts at the comment.]

The Gildergreen was blooming, it had been fixed by some kind stranger no doubt. It's new splendour was truly something to behold, It still didn't hold a candle to the Eldergleam. But, Kral was unable to appreciate it's beauty.

He had taken to sitting down on one of the benches beneath it. His hand was gripping into the wood, then letting go again, making marks. He recalled he did this before, waiting for someone beneath the Glidergreen. But, instead of being anxious, like before, he was happy. He was able to cure Ariana of her curse now. She wouldn't be bound to Hircine, she would be able to sleep, wouldn't be forced to hunt and have the ever constant threat of becoming feral.

Kral had taken to wandering outside Markarth, he was unsure of entering the city of blood and stone. It wasn't a place for Stormcloaks, and a Thalmor presence was established. Not to mention Rorinil was in the middle of breaking Lucielle's heart right about now. And, that was one thing he didn't want to get involved in. It saddened him that Rorinil made that decision, but he supposed it was for the best. Kral knew more than anyone, you couldn't force Rori to do something he didn't want to do. Unless, you bribed him, but that's besides the point. Love was an entirely different game. And, Rori secretly liked doing the most ridiculous things.