My name is Kana, and I came all the way from the farthest point of Cyrodiil a handful of years ago to see my ancestral lands: Skyrim.
I'm twenty years old, a wanderer in my own respect, and a hunter by trade.
Oh, that horse back there? That's Farasi. He's got a bad habit of yelling.
((Sebya, the spirtual manifestation of Kana's lycanthropy, will speak in Italics when she finds the need to do so. Sebya is more of a quiet observer, however, and will usually only speak when Kana is purposefully meditating. Unless Kana is being an all around idiot and she feels an intervention is required.))
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dovahkiin-kora:
“He said a Thalmor group ganged up on him or something of the like. He didn’t go much into detail.” She sighed, holding her head in her palm. “He’s talking about quitting the army and going with me to rebuild my old house in Winterhold. I don’t know if that’s taking root or not.”
Kana sat and thought for a moment; the only sound to be heard was Sybil’s happy gurgling and the horsey snoring of Farasi outside the window. She knew that Caius was… a bit intense. But yelling at his wife and ripping open wounds was strange, even for him.
“Maybe quitting would be a good thing,” Kana said,” and moving to Winterhold as well. Something new.”
9:30 am • 8 April 2013 • 24 notes
kanathenord started following you
ocnaimhin:
Caoimhe clicked her tongue sweetly at the horse to get his attention, holding out a careful hand so he would understand she wasn’t an aggressor.
“Who’s a pretty boy?” she cooed at the animal. “He really is pretty, you don’t see this color a lot around here.”
Farasi regarded the Atlmer with ambiguity; he stayed rooted in place, even when she offered her hand and spoke softly, but he did not charge or bite or commit any type of awful violence. To Kana, that a happy miracle. Maybe, for once, she wouldn’t have to pay for any ‘equine grievances’ or damaged property.
“Thank you,” Kana said, “I got Farasi in Cyrodiil, but Skyrim’s cold weather doesn’t suit him much.” Indeed, his leanness and more delicate bone structure made it entirely inconvenient to live in a subarctic place.
9:30 am • 8 April 2013 • 12 notes
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9:33 pm • 1 April 2013 • 38,365 notes
withtalosasourwitness:
Dagur huffed, “A lot of good talk does,” he muttered spitting on the ground. His elbows fell onto his knees and he sneered. “Talk didn’t spare Sahria now did it?
Kana shook her head and murmured, “No. It didn’t.”
She looked around for a moment, taking in the darkness of Dagur’s prison fully. It made her feel closed in, like she was being buried alive. Kana drew her shoulders in instinctively before she said, a bit louder than before:
“I’m so sorry, Dagur. I found my mentor and asked her how to put you through the Harrowing… but she told me I couldn’t teach you how to control your beast spirit unless,” She dimmed her voice a bit, wary of guards listening in on her words, “I could control mine first.”
She absently shuffled her toes together into a point and looked down; looked anywhere except into Dagur’s eyes.
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12:15 am • 1 April 2013 • 3 notes
withtalosasourwitness:
Dagur;s lip twitched at the question before he rolled his eyes, “Really? What gave it away? The townsfolk goin’ on ‘bout werewolves, the pile of bones that used be my friend being shipped back to Riften, or a pissy half-elf stabbin’ a crude drawing of me?” he replied. Of course he wasn’t sure of all this but the speculation seemed warranted given the events of the last few days.
Kana drew away from the bars and immediately crossed her arms defensively in front of her, her eyebrows furrowed. She knew Dagur’d be upset, but she had hoped he wouldn’t be upset with her.
Even though she was one hundred percent sure this was mostly her fault for being slow and… stupid.
“I’ve heard talk.”
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11:34 pm • 31 March 2013 • 3 notes
dovahkiin-kora:
“Distant.” Kora’s features softened further and not in a positive way. “He spent months and months away in the army, not so much as a letter. He showed up a few days ago and collapsed in the house half dead and bleeding.” She rubbed her temples. “He tore them open repeatedly and wouldn’t listen when I said stay in bed. He’s lucky he hasn’t hurt them further. At least he’s up and walking now.”
Kana frowned at Kora’s description; she hadn’t picked a very good topic to switch to at all. It seemed, to her, to be one of those times when nothing seemed to go right. But worse.
“Did he say how he’d gotten wounded?” She ventured.
11:10 pm • 31 March 2013 • 24 notes
Training Day [Sleeps, Kana]
stringbeansandsnowberry:
Sleeps watched Kana closely examining her form as she attacked the dummy. Her technique had improved from before and her blows seemed to be doing damage. It was good to see that she took direction so well.
The Argonian smiled nodding his head, “Good, now just work a little on the strength of your swings then we’ll see if we can get to some sparring.”
At the mention of sparring, Kana white-knuckled the grip of her sword again. It took a good moment to release the tension, her fingers popping in a manner warranting concern as she relaxed.
Sparring? Gods… the odds of killing her father-in-law in a freakish accident felt much too high for Kana, so she slashed at the dummy as she was told. Her arm jerked back and forth like a spring under an awful amount of tension; her blows were a tad more powerful but mostly consisted of the same vector.
“Alright then…” Kana murmured, her eyes locked on the abused dummy.
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10:01 pm • 31 March 2013 • 12 notes
Anonymous asked: Is it strange to Kana how Idris embraces her wolf since she ultimately wants to cure herself?
((A bit. She finds it hard to understand how you can get so comfortable with something that kinda intrudes on the sanctity of your mind, especially when Sebya tries to coerce her to yell at/beat the crap out of/put people in their place when she’s angry. That’s just not synonymous with her personality
But at the same time, Kana wishes she could embrace Sebya the same way that Idris does her wolf spirit, if only to gain mental peace and physical safety for those around her.
She’s working on it.))
9:40 pm • 31 March 2013
kanathenord started following you
ocnaimhin:
“Oh I can help you find those no problem! I-” She stopped when the massive horse thundered out to meet them. “Oh! Is he yours? He’s gorgeous!” The Altmer gushed, admiring the shiny black coat of the stallion. “Can I pet him?”
Kana’s brows furrowed at the thought of the Altmer tagging along on her hunting trip, temporarily or not; she tended to like solitude, not endless comments on the state of her face. Luckily, the womer changed the subject before Kana had the chance to.
“You could try… he’s not good with strangers though,” She said reluctantly, “His name is Farasi.”
9:28 pm • 31 March 2013 • 12 notes
kanathenord started following you
ocnaimhin:
“Hunting? I can help with that! I get most of the meat for my redoubt!” The majority of that meat was fish because they were easy to catch, but she was learning! She could track fairly well but the actual catching of game was left to her sabrecat, who usually tore up most of the usable meat.
“What’re you after? I can help you find it!”
Kana’s eyes widened, even her deadened one, and she, strangely, let lose a surprised cannon-fire cough that rang through the forest awkwardly. She looked around as though she was confused by her own actions and ended up speaking before she could think better of it:
“Uh. Wolf, currently. Fancy ladies like their pelts for their robes, so they’re in high demand.”
She hadn’t said no… but she also hadn’t said yes. Just as she opened her mouth to finish her sentence, a black mass came crashing though the bushes to her side. Kana’s jaw snapped shut as the black presence lowered its head over her shoulder and revealed itself to be a horse. A big horse.
1:52 am • 27 March 2013 • 12 notes