Secrets.

Hidey ho! just post a little snippet of a new fic I'm working on, it's gonna be under the cut, because it's explicit language.

Tagged by @dalishthunder ! Sorry I been dead lately, been sucked back into SWTOR. Basically this fic is told from the perspective of a couple of bandits who narrowly escape being eaten by Tamar one dark and stormy night

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It was raining again.

Ma'varr had smelled the coming storm a day prior, and warned Kemmel and the others of it. After a few years of running together, they knew better than to doubt the Khajiit's sharp senses. And so they raised their tents, oiled their armour, and donned their cloaks in preparation.

Sure enough, some ten hours later, the rain arrived just as he'd predicted. Everyone sat hunched in their tents, hoods raised against the storm; some grumbled about the autumn weather, others sleeping the hours away. Ma'varr alone faced the storm, stationed on watch.

Tagged by @dalishthunder for WIP Wednesday; a bit late (and very bad) cause I been sick, sorry luvs

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Xelzaz tossed a magelight into the cell and promptly hissed a curse; Auri gasped in horror, and even Varrick gave a muffled exclamation. Gore made no sound, his cry catching in his throat.

There, beneath the magelight, was... a creature neither man nor beast, chained to the wall with shackles of silver. It snarled and snapped as it strained against the chains, flesh visibly burnt and scarred wherever the metal touched.

Arms that were far too long. Fingers that ended in claws. Legs with knees that bent backwards and elongated feet with warped bones, the heels stretching upwards and back. Eyes that gleamed gold, jaws parted in a feral snarl; lips peeled back further than should have been possible, foam and saliva dripping from bloodstained fangs. And a thin layer of fur covering most of the skin, blending with the ragged crop of hair the Silver Hand had left her with.

Tagging @dalishthunder and @totally-not-deacon and uhhhHhhh. Imma be bold and also tag @kreinvulon art counts too

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Blood, everywhere. It was painted on the floors and splashed across the walls, its metallic scent mixing with the stench of stale air and decay. Bodies lay underfoot, heads and limbs severed, chests and torsos gutted; a few lay blackened, charred, and smoking, flames still licking the corpses.

"I think that's all of them." Auri's voice was soft as ever, but none of the usual gentleness remained; only ferocity. Gore glanced back in time to see her rip a heart from one of the corpses and take a vicious bite. Behind her stood Varrick and Xelzaz, expressions tense as they surveyed the carnage. Varrick seemed to be muttering a prayer.

"Then we start looking." Gore turned to face the hallway of the prison. "Tamar's in here somewhere."

Under his breath, Xelzaz muttered, "Or at least, her body is."

Gore's head snapped back around and he shot a vicious glare at the Argonian. He said nothing, though – nor did the others. They couldn't. Not when it could be true.

Auuuugh gawd uh no this is absolutely not a week late idk what you're talking about, anyway yeah here's a thing. (originally tagged by @dalishthunder.)

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Tamar was alone, on her hands and knees in the red-stained snow, gasping for breath. The Nordic winds pierced her now-bare skin like fangs, but she welcomed the sensation -- it was proof she was human again.

"Why?" she choked out, her voice ragged, torn. "Why?"

The Wolf gave no reply.

"Answer me!" Tamar screamed, the words a howl on the wind. "Why didn't we run? Look what we've done -- look what we've done!"

...It is unfortunate.

"'Unfortunate'? 'Unfortunate'? We just slaughtered an entire village -- and you call that 'unfortunate'?"

They attacked first.

"Why didn't you run? We've always run--" A sob, sudden and strangled, cut off the rest. It took Tamar several seconds to realise it was her own.

And then it was too late to stop them. Like the breaking of a dam, the first sob paved the way for the rest, violent and distorted as they wracked her shivering body.

Why? Why, why, why? Why now, of all times?

I am sorry.

Guys, guess who girl bossed a little too hard to the sun the sun today.