Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-3293219-20140907233102

“It was a very interesting conversation.” She shrugged with a smile as Emarrel opened the door and let her out, carrying the basin full of bloody water outside.

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Nadira watched as the red water splattered in the mud and ran down several tiny channels, cracks in the dry mud, that lead away from the crash site at the center. She stood back before her feet got wet, admiring the many channels of red water that she had created, it seemed like an odd thing to lose yourself in but it was the only form of entertainment she’d had in three days and she needed a moment to think.

Little did she know that someone was watching her, approaching her at this point. He wore a big hood, that cast an incredibly dark shadow over his face, making it look like a black void, with two cat eyes that shone through. The man walked with his hands tucked in his sleeves and slowly strode over to her, getting ready to ambush the young Breton; she was completely oblivious as his footsteps were so quiet that one could be forgiven for thinking that there weren’t any. Eventually, he stood on a rough patch of dirt, resulting in a crunch that got Nadira’s attention.

“Hmm?” She asked, slowly looking around and finding herself face to face with the hooded man, who had startled her somewhat. Before she could reach, he had reached up, with his furry hand and placed it on her forehead. Her vocal resistance turned into a confused or even pacified groan as he slowly fogged her mind. All confrontation left her face and it soon went blank as if her soul had been wiped clean or she had been lobotomised or something to that effect. Either way, she found herself smiling as the hooded man’s power calmed her down.

Her assailant took her hand, it was a soft, furry paw, obviously the hand of a Khajiit or… maybe a Nord with extremely hairy hands and a fear of trimming his finger nails. The Khajiit gently pulled at her hand and pulled her towards the road, their hands interlocked as they strolled off into the night, like two lovers, soon to be gone without a trace.

The empty basin and the quickly evaporating splatter on the floor was all that was left of Nadira, along with some footprints that eventually disappeared as her assailant eventually covered them up with some illusion spells.