((Skyrim ask/RP blog. Mod is 18))
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“MIRRIAM!“ Thavrin held his fire, but kept the bow trained on his sister as she howled, searching for her attacker.
She zeroed in on him, and her ears went back. With a low growl, she took a few steps toward him.
“Here!” Thavrin dropped the bow and readied a spell, backing away quickly. “Chew on this!” He summoned a frost atronach right as she pounced, and it intercepted her with its bladed arm.
While she was occupied, Thavrin skirted the two of them and knelt next to Kade.
“Hold still!” Before Kade could give him any sass, he used a healing spell on the Altmer.
Kade was too overwhelmed with his injury to pay any mind to the impressive display of magic. He tried to grab at his back, flopping around in the fresh mud like a fish out of water. When Thavrin’s boots came into view, he quickly latched on to his legs, sobbing like a small child.
“I-I don’t want to die Th-Thavrin! P-Please don’t let me die!” The Altmer cried out pitifully, trying to hoist himself up on Thavrin’s legs. He glanced over to see the now turned Mirriam fighting with a frost atronach, the sky momentarily lighting up in a brilliant burst as another bolt of lightening struck nearby. As the Bosmer began to heal his torn back Kade buried his face into the mer’s pant leg, every now and then letting out a pitiful whine.
“Boy?” His lip curled. “Boy? Who do you think you are? I’ve been around much longer than you cat!” He called out after the Khajiit, no longer bothering to put on a friendly face. “And mind your own damned business next time!”
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“Get your stupid, dumb lips away from me!” Thavrin pushed at Kade’s face with one hand.
“Wh-What does that mean?!” Kade asked, half his face smooshed by Thavrin’s hand. “I-I wasn’t trying to kiss you! Get your hand off my face!”
“Wh-Why does this situation feel so familiar? Erm…. L-Let’s go find you some clothes…”
The slick ground was no match for Mirriam’s four clawed feet. She cleared the short distance between them in the blink of an eye, and pounced on her victim.
Thavrin knew he wouldn’t reach her in time, and that those sharp claws would rip Kade open before he got to them. Thavrin picked up his hunting bow and quiver of steel arrows—nothing nearly potent enough to kill his sister, but definitely enough to draw her ire… right? He leveled the bow and fired off a couple arrows.
He curled himself into a ball as best as he could, but his back was wide open. The Altmer screamed out in pain as wicked claws racked down the side of his exposed back. “Thavrin!” He wailed again, the pain was unbearable.
The sound of whistling reached Kade’s long ears, though his brain was unable to process quite what it was. He just hoped that he would be put out of his misery soon.
“A-And why would I ever do that? Ever?”
