— 𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝
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+ to get a potential peak into his soul, to see that he was no threat, but a potential friend and ally.

He was someone who understood what she was going through, to a extent.
ofdragonblood.bsky.social
+ her grip tightened on it when he approached, which, was entirely fair.

"You hahdrim, your mind, is troubled. . .I am willing to be a listening ear, should you wish."

There was no hostility in his tone, but a softness and. . .understanding.

His bright blue optics shined bright, allowing her +
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+ arcs of it to zap away the rust as he cleaned the weapon.

". . .You don't seem all too satisfied with cleaning your weapon, lass." An innocent observation, glancing her way.

He could practically feel her conflicting emotions, the way she looked unsatisfied with her weapon, the way +
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+ weapon and pulled out another, this one a gilded bronze war axe that seemed to attract the snow.

Small snow crystals grew on the Irkngthand War Axe of Frost's bladed edge and handle.

Small bits of rust dotted the weapons surface, but his hand sparked and crackled with lighting, using small +
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+ metal shining brighter against the snow, snowflakes landing on the weapon but almost seeming to burn off.

Steam rose from the blade, small flickers of flame igniting and dancing across the weapon as he looked it over.

He could have attacked her, but he didn't. Instead, he just sheathed the +
ofdragonblood.bsky.social
Instead of trying anything aggressive, the male just sat down nearby, one of his own weapons appearing in his hands.

A simple katana, one made of a golden material as he unsheathed it, its sheath made out of scales.

He pulled a rag from his pouch, beginning to clean the weapon. The golden +
pyrrhicapologies.bsky.social
Pyrrha, unbothered by the noises of those around her, finished the song she'd been humming and stopped wiping Milo's blade for a moment. She lifted him gently in the gentle glow of the city's lights, her bright green optics scanning over the shining blade, inspecting her own work. Seemingly +
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+

His ears twitched at the sound of a sword being cleaned, his hypersensitive hearing picking up on it, so he made his way over, looking at her weapon.

He wouldn't reveal that he knew who she was yet. . .he understood the need for secrecy.

"A fine weapon you have there, lass. . ."
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+ to reconnect with itself and healing over, not even leaving a scar!

"of course, if it isn't healed right away, it will leave a scar, but it will still be healed."

he said, sheathing his dagger.
ofdragonblood.bsky.social
"aye, it heals all, even if the injury is old and has lingering pain, it will heal it."

to demonstrate, he pulled a dagger out from a sheath, proceeding to cut his own arm before casting a healing spell.

the cut, which was deep, glowed faintly as the muscle and skin moved, beginning +
minutesniper.bsky.social
bathed in the golden light, the general’s honey eyes softened slightly. healing magic… something like that could’ve helped her back in Quincy. but she wouldn’t spiral again—not over all the things she 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 done but didn’t.

" that… actually heals .ᐣ to what extent .ᐣ "
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the dovahkiin just offered a kind smile, he understood the distrust, he really did.

"the magicka i control chills the air around my hand, allowing me to direct the flow of it."

he said, looking at the golden energy swirling around his hand.

"this spell in my hand is part of the restoration +
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+ school of magic, a healing spell to be specific."

he said, allowing the magic to dissipate into thin air.
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the dovahkiin just offered a kind smile, he understood the distrust, he really did.

"the magicka i control chills the air around my hand, allowing me to direct the flow of it."

he said, looking at the golden energy swirling around his hand.

"this spell in my hand is part of the restoration +
minutesniper.bsky.social
" I've seen many strange things, but nothing like that. " right now, she missed the rifle in her hands. the wasteland teaches you never to trust anyone. and those powers seemed dangerous.

" well, back then, before the war, we had refrigerators. Those could create ice. how… do you do it .ᐣ "
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"hmm? oh, no, just gifted in the arcane arts."

he said, holding a hand up as it ignited on fire, then shifted to lighting, then to frost, and then to a soft gold energy."

"where i'm from, magicka is common. . .is it not here?"
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"hmm? oh, no, just gifted in the arcane arts."

he said, holding a hand up as it ignited on fire, then shifted to lighting, then to frost, and then to a soft gold energy."

"where i'm from, magicka is common. . .is it not here?"
minutesniper.bsky.social
" and it’s been far too long since anyone called me that. "

to the world, she was the General—too accustomed to functioning within hierarchies, perhaps. lost in thought, until she… noticed what his hands were doing.

" ... please tell me you’re 𝗻𝗼𝘁 radioactive. "
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"well, I have an amazing sense of humor, lass."

he said, his grin turning into a smile as he hummed in thought, pulling a bottle of mead from his bag and using frost magic to chill it.

"been far too long since i've met someone with good humor."
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"well, I have an amazing sense of humor, lass."

he said, his grin turning into a smile as he hummed in thought, pulling a bottle of mead from his bag and using frost magic to chill it.

"been far too long since i've met someone with good humor."
minutesniper.bsky.social
the general’s lips twitched a little, and she looked away exhaling softly through her nose—the closest thing to a laugh one would ever hear from her.

" all my jokes are good. though, for now, only you and my daughter seem to find them amusing. "
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he was silent for a moment before he snorted, followed soon by full-blown laughter.

"oh, by the nine, that was a good one."

he said, nodding his head with a wide grin.
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he was silent for a moment before he snorted, followed soon by full-blown laughter.

"oh, by the nine, that was a good one."

he said, nodding his head with a wide grin.
minutesniper.bsky.social
she leaned on the bar, cheek resting on gloved her hand.

" 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦—𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 " she whispered the word, raising her eyebrows.
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"most notice the fangs before they notice the canines."

he said, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned against the counter, looking at her.

"hmm. . .don't know, what do ya call it?"

he asked, a grin on his face as he raised a brow upwards in curiosity.
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Name 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐀

Age: 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

Ethnicity: 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂/𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐄

𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐃‼️
ofdragonblood.bsky.social
+ charging at him and sheathing his weapon in favor of magic.

the staff of the dragon priest sent a wave of fire at him, which he responded in kind with frost magic, canceling out the fire.
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+ blazing hot blue flames erupting from his mouth as the flames consumed most of the undead horde.

once he was done breathing fire, he turned to the dragon priest, narrowing his eyes.

"alduin's lordship is over. . .your master is dead. I will send you to him."

he growled at the dragon priest, +
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"fair enough, lass!" he called out over the sounds of their battle, his blue eyes glowing brighter with power.

he knew that she was not of these lands. . .her magic gave her away in that regard.

taking a deep breath, his pupils turned into narrow slits.

"𝙔𝙤𝙡. . .𝙏𝙊𝙊𝙍 𝙎𝙃𝙐𝙇!!!" he shouted, +
ofdragonblood.bsky.social
He has a dagger sticking out of his shoulder, but he's just. . .calmly reading a book.
ofdragonblood.bsky.social
"most notice the fangs before they notice the canines."

he said, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned against the counter, looking at her.

"hmm. . .don't know, what do ya call it?"

he asked, a grin on his face as he raised a brow upwards in curiosity.
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"i'm sure she will. it's a classic." the dovahkiin said with a smile, nodding his head.

"my name is Torden. it's a pleasure to meet ya, Kala."
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"he didn't have the guts."

he said, a full-blown smile on his face, revealing long fangs and large canines as he chuckled softly.

"finally, someone else who has a good sense of humor."

may the gods have mercy on the wasteland. . .
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the dovahkiin let out a snort, which turned into a chuckle, then a laugh as he nodded his head.

"that was a good one, lass."

he said, looking at her, his blue eyes giving off a faint glow.

"why couldn't the skeleton ask out his crush?"

oh gods above, he has terrible jokes too—.
ofdragonblood.bsky.social
the dovahkiin looked over at her, humming in thought before nodding his head.

"aye, suppose a joke couldn' hurt. laughter is good for the soul."

torden, your sense of humor is shit. you laugh at anything remotely funny—.
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³.

Torden stands at a staggering height of 6'10". . .which is considered short for Nords—.