#vvcat

Even if the various clues already listed had not been enough to give away Trond’s position to all and sundry, the yelp which escaped him when J'hasi spoke would have alerted anybody between Whiterun and Cyrodiil as to his whereabouts. When he had regained his countenance - what there was of it - he turned the full glare of his helmet on J'hasi. ‘How am I doing? How am /I/ doing? What do you think /you’re/ doing?’

The Khajiit grinned cheekily at Trond, his tail curling in amusement behind him, still trying to stifle giggles at the outburst he’d caused. He finally bit his lip with a grin, taking a breath to calm himself enough to respond.

[J’hasi, post-Winterhold getup (UPDATED)

“Not…really? I’ve been eating people long before I was bit, just…not so often and not nearly so much. I only scavenge off those that are already dead in a pinch, and usually I get my fill from bandits and what have you on the roads. With the war going on…it’s nearly impossible for m-…my wolf to go hungry.” He fiddled with the edges of his bandages.

“Other stuff…I don’t know. I’ve been a werewolf for so long, I’ve spent more of my life as one than…normal. I don’t go around starting fights without cause, and largely I stay out of trouble with the law. But I’ve always been like that. Eh…” J’hasi rubbed the back of his head.

“Xuth...” he grumbled. He was freezing, and wet where the snow melted, which in turn made his ass feel like a block of goddamn ice. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had icicles on his whiskers. He sneezed, shaking his head before regretting that instantly, his head screeching for stillness. The Khajiit pressed his knuckles to his skull until the bits between his ears calmed down. He opened his eyes again, looking over the area he must’ve passed out in.

A fresh blanket of snow attempted to cover his tracks from last night, but where he’d fallen and tried to get back up left quite a mess, too much for even a decent snowfall to cover up. At least he’d be able to find the road again, because he had no clue where he was. Hopefully not too far from Winterhold. He’d picked up a book for Urag out of some musty old barrow, and a necklace from a grumbling Dunmer in Riften for Sergius to enchant. He checked his pack to make sure he still had both items, finding them wrapped up securely in his cloak, dry and unharmed. He let out a slow sigh of relief, fingers finding a bottle inside his pack and pulling it out with a small start of curiosity. He didn’t recall getting this...

J’hasi popped open the cork and the familiar scent from within hiked his brows up in surprise.

stolen from: @deadeyedrifter

~ Crow ~

The Crow is a very interesting, complex familiar to have, and seems to have a lot of personality to its behavior. Though it is seen by some as representing evil, it is in fact a sign of luck as well, either good or bad, and is strongly tied with magic as well. Despite its worse side of its reputation, it is not a trickster, but in fact very wise and adaptable. In the same way, you are a very intelligent and creative individual, though you may be misunderstood by your peers.

The Crow familiar brings good luck to their master, acts as a mentor or guidance to them, and inspires them with bright and creative ideas.

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