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DrkKaiser 's cool buff Cathay-raht and my lil pale-faced sourpuss royal mage Sin-Majik the Fair gettin ready to fight (something) !!((I did not plan their positions and poses well at all but))
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
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As dawn had settled, so too did the travelers grueling pace which had been set upon that trek to the town of Riften. The waning light garnering just enough time for the two khajit to gather the wood necessary to set up camp. As the sun finally sank, and the stew of mushrooms and pork settled, amicable conversations had begun. There were no need for introductions- that had been settled earlier at the tavern, as well as the price for the large khajit's service as an escort for safe travels.
A trade was brokered between the two, and an accord settled upon- It had only been their first night upon the trek, and idle curiosities had been indulged. The large khajit was known as Derrajii, and was of a unique breed of khajit- Known as Cathay Raht, the looming nine foot tall feline held themselves with a posture of liquid power and grace, with eyes that seemed hardened by life as a roaming sellsword. The other had held themselves with an air of authority, and of one used to the arts of the arcane rather than physical. She had addressed herself as Sin-Majik.
Both had enjoyed their curt conversations, the large Cathay Raht offering tales of prior treks and excusions, while the royal Mage offered a few scraps of information regarding the daily activities of one in their noble duty. Sadly such efforts were halted as a vacant expression drew upon the snout of the large khajit, prompting a halt of the conversation shortly after.
The fire crackled in it's own merry way, seemingly oblivious to the nature of the two which sat upon either side of it's flickering form. both stared into the fire as their minds wandered towards other potential points of conversation, those eyes set alight in the campfire's twisting flames. A loud crack however drew two pairs of ears to prick, and while Derrajii swiftly stood with claws and fangs bared, the smaller form of Sin-Majik drew awash with arcane energies as they coalesced about those hands.
The khajit's sense of smell caught the interlopers before they fully revealed themselves: The unwashed smell of bandits was a giveaway far before the malicious grins were revealed upon individuals stepping forth from the cover of trees. Mocking laughs echoed with brandished blades, and the two khajit readied themselves....
Just something I felt like writing up to the image, as the idea swept across my mind!
A trade was brokered between the two, and an accord settled upon- It had only been their first night upon the trek, and idle curiosities had been indulged. The large khajit was known as Derrajii, and was of a unique breed of khajit- Known as Cathay Raht, the looming nine foot tall feline held themselves with a posture of liquid power and grace, with eyes that seemed hardened by life as a roaming sellsword. The other had held themselves with an air of authority, and of one used to the arts of the arcane rather than physical. She had addressed herself as Sin-Majik.
Both had enjoyed their curt conversations, the large Cathay Raht offering tales of prior treks and excusions, while the royal Mage offered a few scraps of information regarding the daily activities of one in their noble duty. Sadly such efforts were halted as a vacant expression drew upon the snout of the large khajit, prompting a halt of the conversation shortly after.
The fire crackled in it's own merry way, seemingly oblivious to the nature of the two which sat upon either side of it's flickering form. both stared into the fire as their minds wandered towards other potential points of conversation, those eyes set alight in the campfire's twisting flames. A loud crack however drew two pairs of ears to prick, and while Derrajii swiftly stood with claws and fangs bared, the smaller form of Sin-Majik drew awash with arcane energies as they coalesced about those hands.
The khajit's sense of smell caught the interlopers before they fully revealed themselves: The unwashed smell of bandits was a giveaway far before the malicious grins were revealed upon individuals stepping forth from the cover of trees. Mocking laughs echoed with brandished blades, and the two khajit readied themselves....
Just something I felt like writing up to the image, as the idea swept across my mind!
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