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les8ean · 4 years

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Who are these OCs of yours?

lesse here we got...

Alliya (picrew used)Gardener, Cryptozoologist, Conspiracy Theorist, Alien Hunter, and all around cutie

Alyren (picrew used)Master Restoration Mage, Ex-Psijic, Effectively Immortal (through her masterful restoration magic (and some stolen Psijic knowledge)), and your local trans lesbian

Corvo (picrew used)My first real OC, i made her as a HUGE coping mechanism while i was going through some really tough shit. she’s got the most tragic of tragic backstories and has also been through a lot of trauma but!!!! as i’ve gotten into a better place so has she!!!!! she’s now a happily married lesbian who studies entomology in her spare time and works at the local animal shelter and library

E-K (picrew used)Homeless Wandered, Friends with Everyone, genuinely one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet, kinda a himbo. He’s Fish’s dad

Fish (picrew used)Feral Goblin Baby Supreme. jus a littel creachur

Junnaya (picrew used)Immortal Dark-Brotherhood Assassin. Cicero is the only motherfucker in the Skyrim sanctuary that she has any respect for. has a love-hate relationship with the Night Mother (it’s complicated). she’s actually a khajiit but.......... i haven’t made her in many furry picrews yet sdhfksdjahgfshglhdk

Ketiit (picrew used)another khajiit OC, Ketiit used to be a child-slave on a small remote island in Summerset, along with @69420coolman‘s OC Har-Kanain (an argonian). the two escaped when they were teens (Ket 14, Har 16) and Junnaya found them and took them in. Ketiit has a lot of pent up anger from her years of being mistreated, and is using adventuring to help her get through it. she’s also a werewolf, and a member of the Companions, and is a pretty damn good alchemist. she killed her bitch-ass master and freed all the other slaves there. She and Har have a really complicated backstory involving Hircine and reincarnation and ancient khajiit and argonians fighting the invading imperials, but i won’t get into it right now skjghksdfhgk

Llelewyn (picrew used)another of my first real OCs!!! along with Corvo, they were made around the same time and both helped me deal with different stuff. Llel is also Corvo’s wife now!!!!!! the two both went through HELL cause of me so i figured i might as well give them a happy ending UwU

Magpie (picrew used)Corvo’s older sister, Magpie is a punk-rock rebel girl who doesn’t take shit from anyone. she’s in a rock band that’s just one big happy poly relationship. they have a cat named Titan, he’s a deaf maine-coon they rescued and sometimes he’ll just wander on stage during gigs. all of her bands songs are either: - fuck the government- there can be no ethical consumption under capitalism- yeah i’m queer you wanna fuckin fight about it- i’m gonna scream my emotions out in the car at 3am while doing 90 down the highway

Marren (picrew used)grumpy hacker who’s always tired because they stayed up for 3 days straight trying to get a program to work. built a robot with a self-aware A.I when they were 8 because they couldn’t make any friends. is dating Alliya and cannot believe she puts up with their bullshit (and is constantly questioning whether Alliya is just dating them out of pity because they had a p difficult childhood (dw, Alliya genuinely loves them, and they love her)). they probably watch Rick and Morty

Nova (picrew used)ghosty boyyy!!!! he can see ghosts and talk to them! he’s trans and gay and has lesbian mums! he’s Corvo’s cousin and cares for her deeply. his bf (E-K) is the love of his life and he wishes they got to spend more time together (dw, they get married one day ;3)

Oberonn (picrew used)the middle child in between Corvo and Magpie. he’s a college drop-out who runs an illegal chemist/apothecary out of his garage where he sells people medication that they need but can’t afford to get elsewhere (anti-depressant, adhd meds, etc). there’s a 90% chance at any given time that he hasn’t left the house in a week and hasn’t slept that entire time. insomniac “““doctor””” who just. needs to learn some self-care. please. go take a shower.

r0bb1e (picrew used)Marren’s robot friend! he’s an asshole. but really, he’s very much like Marren (also an asshole (kinda, they tend to push people away so they can’t get hurt)). will download your favourite show and spoil the ending. had to spend a month as a roomba once when his body broke and Marren had to fix it.

Raven (picrew 1 - picrew 2)is she alive, living with witches and also amnesia? is she dead, haunting her twin sister? who knows! it all depends on the AU baby!!! Corvo’s twin sister who may or may not be dead. schroedinger’s Raven

Urndresi (picrew used)Dark elf mercenary. can and will steal your girl. dating Junnaya. ex-communicated herself from House Telvanni because she can’t fucking stand them, the slavery, the manipulation tactics, the magic (she sucks at magic and is petty about it), the “we’re better than you” attitude. goes around freeing slaves (mostly those owned by Telvanni) in her free team. is immortal, but is a lot less angsty about it than Junnaya (just kidding haha she’s actually internalising enough emotions to kill a dragon)

#OC #alliya #alyren #corvo #e-k #fish #junnaya #ketiit #llelewyn #magpie #marren #nova #oberonn #r0bb1e #raven #urndresi #Anonymous

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les8ean · 6 years

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last night at like 11pm i got it in my head that i had to figure out what all my OCs would be as gems and ended doing all this until 1am (which is why her eyes look weird (i redraw a sample this morning next to her) and she has no hands) will probably draw the others later, i'm trying to get into drawing again reblogs > likes ♥️

#morgan draws #gemsona #OC #junnaya #black diamond #if anyone wants to try drawing any of them you can check out my OCs in their tags 👀👀👀👀#su #Steven universe

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les8ean · 6 years

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The Snow and The Stars (p 2/2)

AKA: I was writing a short OC story to show my friend and it turned into a fuckin novel (story under readmore (please tell me if the readmore didn't work, i'm on mobile))

"we can travel across the world seeing all it has to offer us. I want to offer you freedom to do as you wish, and assistance in all your endeavors in life" she paused, to wait for a reply or reaction.

315 stared back at the Khajiit, his eyes welling with tears again. no one had ever spoken to him with such genuine kindness in their voice. in the day he'd known her, this khajiit assassin had shown him more love than anyone else had in his entire life.

He started nodding, trying and failing not to cry, then jumped forward and wrapped his arms around her, and she returned the favor. he didn't know what this interaction was called but he loved it.

After a few moments they released and 315 wiped the snot and tears from his face.

"well, i do believe" Junnaya declared, standing up "that a celebration of sorts is in order". She picked up some of the clothes from the gift and placed them in the boys lap. "Why don't you get dressed, and i'll start making us some breakfast. You can meet me downstairs when you're ready." she went to ruffle his hair before remembering his head was shaved, so she sort of just ended up rubbing his head, then she headed out the door and towards the kitchen.

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315 walked carefully down the stairs, drawn by a smell so sweet and delicious it made his mouth water. As he walked he looked around the house.

It was quite large, and yet still seemed to feel a tad cluttered, with overflowing bookshelves and precarious piles of things leaning against the walls. Lining the walls of the stairway were portraits, some done with simple charcoal on paper, and others in beautiful oil paintings. All of them seemed to feature the Khajiit who'd rescued him. There was one in particular that caught 315's eye, which was helped in a gorgeous dark brown wooden frame that was covered in gorgeous and painstakingly done carvings. In the painting she sat with a khajiit child in her lap, and a khajiit man standing at her side with his hand on her shoulder. Her hair was tied back into a bun and she wore an expensive looking blue dress, as well as a bejeweled golden necklace and a silver crown with blue jewels. The man was wearing a well fitting white and gold suit, with a red Cape off one shoulder which had fur lining, and upon his head sat a golden crown with the same blue jewels embedded into it. Both the man and the woman were wearing matching rings on their fingers, and the child had the womans eyes but the man's fur. and although the painting looked quite old, the woman in the portrait looked near identical to how she looked now, bar the scar across her nose that the portrait didn't have.

when 315 reached the end of the stairs he found himself in a larger open room, with a fireplace at one end and a long, elaborately carved wooden dining table in the middle. the walls of the room were lined with display cases holding artifacts and gems and jewelry, and on plaques above them hung weapons of all shapes and sizes.

As 315 gazed around the room, the khajiit woman came out of a sideroom carrying a plate in each hand, both ladened with golden brown disks covered in a golden sauce.

"ah, good, you're here. i was worried you might get lost, this place is rather large." she remarked as the placed the plates down onto the table and sat down.

the boy sat down at the seat opposite Junnaya, and she pushed the plate of food towards him.

"pancakes with honey" she said. the boy stared at them for a moment, then picked one up with his bare hand and nervously licked it. immediately, his eyes went as big as saucers, and he attempted to shove the entire thing into his mouth. Junnaya laughed.

"careful now, don't make yourself sick" she joked, but as soon as the words left her mouth the boy stopped and looked at her in fear, then dropped his eyes to his plate guiltily, and ate slower. the smile dropped from Junnaya's face and she sighed. she decided to change the subject.

"I believe we are well overdue for introductions, no?" Junnaya asked. "My name is Junnaya Tsavassii, professional assassin and thief. This is my home." she said. "Do you... have a name?" she asked, taking a bite of her pancakes. The boy shook his head.

"The hosts are never given names. we're just given a designated number that we're addressed by... and that reminds us of all the ones before us who fail where we must succeed" he added the last part sadly, his eyes losing their light. "my number is 315." as he said the numbers he held up his hand and helped up the corresponding number of fingers.

Junnaya immediately wanted to yell and scream. those damned cultists had done this to 314 other kids?! she tried not to show her rage, but couldn't stop her tail flicking about.

She took a moment to compose herself.

"well that simply won't do" she said after a moment. she learned forward and rested her chin on her hands. "Do you have any idea of what sort of name you'd like?" she asked. 315 thought for a while, then shook his head.

"what name do you think i should use?" he asked. Junnaya was taken aback.

"well... a name is a very personal thing. it is something you will carry with you for your entire life, and even after it will stay with you."

"yeah, but i don't know anything about names or the world. you seem really smart and your name is really pretty! M- maybe you could suggest names and i'll pick one i like?" he asked.

Junnaya stared at him blankly for a moment. it had been a long time since anyone had called anything about her pretty.

"i suppose i could try. let me think..." Junnaya stared at 315, trying to think of a fitting name. first, she considered suggesting the name Lucien, the name of her long dead mentor and good friend. But she cast that idea aside; no point churning up the past, the name only filled the pit of her stomach with guilt and sadness at not being able to save him from murder at the hands of a traitor- no no stop that. she quickly locked up those swirling emotions and put them away to deal with later.

next, her eye was caught by the portrait in the stairwell of her with her husband and daughter. But again, she ignored that idea. naming this child after her long dead family would not only be confusing, but it would cause even more emotional toil than 'Lucien' would cause her.

No, she needed to think of something new, and fitting for the boy.

Then, she had an idea.

Junnaya raised one hand and clicked her fingers, causing a green spark. From somewhere upstairs came a thump and a crashing sound, which made 315 jump and made Junnaya swear in khajiiti under her breath. then, a book came floating down the stairs and towards Junnaya, held aloft by a green glow. she held her hand out and the book dropped into it.

As Junnaya flipped through the pages, 315 read the cover. it read "Tamrielic Stars, Constellations, and Celestial Bodies". he held his breath in anticipation.

"How about... Apollo" she finally suggested, lowering the book. "It is the name of a moon, and is also believed to have once been the name of an ancient and long forgotten deity. the name can mean Lion, strength, or light." she read out.

315 said the name out loud, feeling it on his tongue. he imagined being addressed as it. did it feel right? He did like the idea of having a name related to the stars, and even more so he liked the idea of having a name that related him to some deity OTHER than Herma Mora.

he looked up and smiled at Junnaya.

"yeah" he grinned "i really like that name!". Junnaya smiled back, then stood up and walked around to his side of the table.

"Well, Apollo," she held her hand out to him "shall i show you around?"

Apollo took her hand and stood up, taking his first steps in a new life.

#Morgan writes #OC #Junnaya #315

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les8ean · 6 years

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Been working on reference sheets for my OCs, 3 down ?? To go!

#Morgan draws #OC #junnaya #alliya #marren #please validate my art

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les8ean · 4 years

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Ur ocs.. what are they like? Are they in the same universe or different? How did they meet (if they know eachother)?

1) they all have varying personalities, but most of them are just. me. whatever state of mind i was in when i made them2) i have a billion different AUs for all of them. gemsona AUs. trollsona AUs. TES AUs. DA AUs. AUs where Raven didn’t die. AUs where she did. the list goes on3) *breaks fingers* time to pull out the ol’ relationship chart i spent 3 hours making

there they are, my bastard children

#OC #Alyren #Alliya #Corvo #E-K #Fish #Junnaya #Ketiit #Llelewyn #Magpie #Marren #Nova #Oberonn #r0bb1e #Raven #Urndresi #Anonymous

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les8ean · 4 years

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i'm not familiar with any of your ocs! but i would love to hear about them! are there any that can do magic/have some sort of supernatural abilities? or are just really, REALLY good at what they do (art, music, etc)?

well I have a million different AUs for all my OCs sdkgjhkfshg but my main magicky OCs are Alyren and Nova

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Alyren is a high-elf mage, mastering in restoration. she grew up in Shimmerene with parents who were diplomats. they very much followed the Aldmeri culture of needing everything to be perfect, and The Best™️. They pushed Alyren to be a mage, and everything she did as a child was to get their approval and affection (which didn’t come often). One day when she was 9 she decided to do something to really impress them. She found a spell tome for a powerful fire spell, and spent hours practising it, trying to make it work, trying to make it perfect. But she fucked it up. the spell raged out of control and burned her body extremely badly. she lost her left arm (where she’d been focusing the spell) and had the left side of her face badly burned (the burns are bigger than than they are in that pic, but not many picrews have options for burns scars so i did what i could sgjhkfjh). Her parents found her before the fire killed her, and put it out, but Alyren had been extremely badly scarred. she turned to her parents, whimpering for help. they looked at her, then each other. they threw a blanket over her, and grabbed her, running out of the city in the dead of night and deep into the forest. They abandoned Alyren in the forest, scared and scarred. They called her hulkynd. Alyren wandered through the woods as best she could, trying to find her way, half blind. but eventually she collapsed, and accepted that she was going to die here. and with her being hulkynd now? she thought she deserved itIt surprised her when she woke up, in a bed, her wounds covered in ointment and bandages. the bed was rattling, and through a small window nearby she could see trees going by. she was in a caravan. she sat up, and saw an argonian woman sitting at a table nearby.Alyren had been saved by some travelling mage’s guild scholars, who had been given exclusive access to the summerset isles for their studying (Alyren was born before the second era, when the Isles were opened to outsiders). they’d found Alyren collapsed on the side of the road, and had picked her up.after that, they took Alyren back to Black Marsh with them, to their guild hall. they got Alyren a prosthetic arm, and had their best healers help her with the pain and scarring. It took Alyren a long time to learn to love herself again. in a lot of different ways. her appearance. her being hulkynd. her failure at that spell. her being trans (although being around argonians when she came out, it was much easier for her than it might have been back in summerset).

Alyren never used fire magic again, instead mastering in Restoration (tho she of course dabbled in the other schools. Alteration in particular fascinated her). She had a natural talent for magic of all types, being the top of most of her classes. as she got older, people told her it was a waste of her talent for her to choose to master in restoration (it’s not a very well respected school (*cough cough* Colette Marence *cough cough*)). this just made her more spiteful to be better at Restoration magic.while Alyren learned not to live for perfection and the approval of others, she still somewhat wanted to prove to others that Restoration was not the useless school of magic that others saw it as. it could be a dangerous, powerful tool in the right hands. most people only saw the school of restoration as healing magic, but it was so much more.(this is gonna get kinda gross here and also probably not lore friendly becuase this is all just my personal speculation on the possibilities of the school of restoration, so feel free to skip this is you want, i just hate that restoration is always seen as weak and shitty) you see, above everything else, the school of restoration was about inspiring growth. who's to say that you should stop the growth once the broken bone is healed? you could continue the growth , make the bone thicker and stronger, or perhaps have it grow in shards, piercing through the muscle and flesh or even the vital organs if you choose the right bones. you could flesh upon flesh, weighing a person down, incapacitating them. you could grow more red blood cells, more blood, drowning a person in it. with strong and complex enough restoration magic, you may be able to regrow an entire body simply from a severed finger. and the growth doesn't need to be limited to a person. it could apply to any living thing. plants, insects, animals, the smallest bacteria. really, Alyren couldn't help but think, Necromancy and Restoration were simply two sides of the same coin. (okay gross stuff over it’s safe to read again now) she thought that earning a title as a professional teacher of restoration in the Arcane University might give her the respect and approval she would never admit she still craved.

When she was in her 40s, Alyren was invited to join the Psijic Order for her incredible skill in magic and her amazing discoveries regarding restoration. Here, Alyren thought she might finally have her skill recognized, and not have to constantly try to prove Restoration’s worth to others anymore.....NOPE. if anything, things got worse. she knew her peers made fun of her mastery behind her back. her books and notes would be stolen. people would make a point of loudly talking about the usefulness of healing potions while she was in the room. But she put up with it. not every psijic looked down on restoration, and she found herself befriending those that respected it. Artaeum’s halls held more knowledge than she could ever have imagined, and she wasn’t going to let that opportunity pass her by . the collection of ancient tomes and dangerous artifacts fascinated her, and she made every day count.

But she couldn’t stay there. it wasn’t only the other psijic’s view of restoration that drove her away. it was the way they looked down on everyone back on Tamriel. their refusal to use the knowledge they had to make the lives of everyone else better. the policy of not getting involved in anything in Tamriel, wars or plagues or even end-of-the-world scenarios. they would only get involved if it benefited them (I.E, the Eye of Magnus). Alyren couldn’t stand it.So, after nearly 60 years, Alyren fled. she enchanted a bag of holding, and filled it with as many artifacts and books and relics she could. She made a pendant that would hide her soul-signature from other Psijics (Psijic’s have their soul-signature edited to allow them to get to Artaeum, which is essentially in another dimension). and she ran, to live with an old friend. an immortal khajiit named Junnaya (it’s a long story). Junnaya and Alyren had been friends since Junnaya was just a child (again, long story) and Alyren was like a big sister to her.

these days, Alyren lives with Junnaya at her home, a manor hidden deep in the mountains between Cyrodiil and Skyrim. Junnaya has her own reasons to hide, and already had the manor’s location hidden behind many magical barriers to stop anyone finding it, so adding one more to hide Alyren wasn’t difficult. the two are close friends, and often antagonize each other in the way only best friends can. Alyren continues her study of Restoration (and the things she stole from Artaeum >:3c), and uses what she knows to help those in need.

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Nova can see ghosts! he’s been able to since he was born. it has something to do with his unusual eye colour.as a child, his mums would joke about him having imaginary friends, when really he was talking to the many spirits that were around. it wasn’t until he was 8 that he realised no one else could see what he could see. since then, he’s been filling journal after journal with everything he’s learned about how ghosts and spirits work, where they come from, how they pass on (this post is already long enough so........ i won’t get into the unreasonably long ghost lore i have written specifically for this singular OC..................)

#OC #Nova #Alyren #Anonymous

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les8ean · 6 years

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The Snow and The Stars (p 1/2)

AKA: I was writing a short OC story to show my friend and it turned into a fuckin novel (story under readmore (please tell me if the readmore didn't work, i'm on mobile))

Junnaya ran across the rooftops of Bruma, careful not to slip on the fallen snow. Curse this city and its freezing cold weather. She jumped from roof to roof, until finally she stopped by the chimney of a particularly large manor in one of the darker corners (darker still under the moonlight) of the city. she pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and unfolded it, double checking the information, struggling to read through the awful scribbled hand writing.

"Your target is Mannius Arcasta, a high-elf in Brooma. I hav diskovered that he is a very danjerus cultist, but do not hav the skills to take him down myself. Kill him and burn down his maner in the western corner of Brooma and you will be rewarded gratly.

Hale Sithis, assassin"

Junnaya put the note back in her pocket and prepared for the break-in. She slipped down onto the balcony just below her and immediately set to work on the lock, which clicked open with ease. she slipped inside and quietly shut the door behind her, hurrying onto the shadows and scanning the room, tinted blue through her night vision spell. empty. she stood up and searched the room for valuables, if she was going to burn it down she may as well get what she wants out of it, but an open tome on a desk near the bed. she read the open page.

"25th of Morningstar

Everything is almost perfect; we have the artifacts, the Host is being prepared daily, and soon a full moon will be overheard and The Ritual constellation will be bright in the sky. Soon we will be ready for Lord Herma Mora to once again walk among us and take his place within the Host body we have readied for him. My only fear is that Lord Herma Mora will reject the host body. 315 has hardly been accepting of his role, the ungrateful curr. Does he not understand what an honor it is? i will continue to prep him tonight, and pray for the best"

Junnaya couldn't help but smirk. You'd think people worshipping the Daedric prince of forbidden knowledge would be smarter, really. Hermaus Mora isn't going to take a host body, he doesn't give a shit about mortal affairs. she wondered briefly what they were trying to accomplish and who 315 was, before moving on.

Deeper in the manor, in his basement room, 315 sat on his bed and started sadly at the wall as Mannius lectured him on his role as the host body for Herma Mora and what an honor it was.

"Soon you will become the concubine for the great lord Herma Mora, and his unimaginable wealths of knowledge will fill your ungrateful mind!" he blared. 315 sighed and hugged his legs to his chest to keep warm.

Junnaya crept down the staircase into the basement. here, the manor finally began to look cultish, with banners illustrated with a depiction of Herma Mora blazed on them covering the walls. she followed the hallway, ears stained to catch any sound as she hunted her prey. she passed room after room, some filled with scrolls and books, others with statues and paintings of Herma mora, until finally she heard something. from behind a door at the far end of the corridor she could hear a voice. she grinned and headed that way.

315 looked up at Mannius, who was still rambling on about Herma Mora, and saying that some of the previous hosts had been grateful for the honor to meet Herma Mora himself.

"313 was even EXCITED to fulfill her duty. She helped us with preparations for the summoning ritual and everything! alas, her feeble body was not powerful enough to host Herma Mora and she died an agonizing death". Mannius wasn't even looking at him. 315's gaze drifted around the room, wondering how long this would go on, but something caught his attention. something Mannius hadn't noticed.

there was someone else in the room.

Junnaya look at the small child on the bed. he was meek, malnourished looking, with dark skin and pointed ears and a 3rd eye upon his forehead, and he was wearing an old ragged dark green robe. she sneered. were these sick fucks really going to use a CHILD as a host for hermaeus Mora?! as Junnaya hid near the wall, the child noticed her and his eyes widened. Junnaya put her finger to her lips, the pointed at the boy and mimed covering her eyes. the boy eventually caught on and Covered his eyes. Mannius didn't stop ranting and raving. Junnaya pulled out her dagger and lunged at the high-elf, slitting his throat and then stabbing him in the chest for good measure.

315 couldn't see anything, but he could hear. he heard the sound of cutting flesh and choking, and the sound of something falling to the floor. he began pulling his hands away from his eyes, but before he could they were gently put back in place.

"you do not want to see this, please, for your own sake keep your eyes shut" a silky voice said. 315 did as he was told. then, he was being picked up and carried out of the room. Junnaya pulled the door shut behind her, then put the boy down. he kept covering his eyes, so she crouched down and gently pulled them away herself.

"you can look now little one"

315 looked at the Khajiit woman for a moment, before quickly looking away, back to staring at the floor.

Junnaya frowned as the boy looked away and cocked her head slightly.

"don't be afraid, i'm not going to hurt you. i am here to help" she said. she hoped she was coming off as nice, it'd been a long time since she'd last actually had a conversation with a child.

the Khajiit's accent was different to other khajiit accents 315 had heard. there were a few khajiit cultists, but this one didn't talk like them. her accent was smoother, and she didn't speak in 3rd person like the others did.

"may i ask a question?" he murmured quietly. he said it with such anxiety, as though worried he'd be yelled at.

"of course, little one," Junnaya stood up "but we should get going while we speak." She was happy to answer any questions the child might have, and she was certain there were many, but she knew it wouldn't be safe to stay here very long. Upstairs, she'd already lit a few small fires, and she hadn't planned on having to make her escape with a child. She offered her hand to the boy, and he nervously took it.

"um... did you... is Mr.Mannius... dead?" he asked. Junnaya was silent for a moment before nodding.

"yes, he is." she said, trying to concentrate on navigating the maze of a basement to find the cellar door to outside. 315 didn't say anything. "i apologize for having to do that in front of you, even if you didn't see it. were the two of you close?" Junnaya wasn't sure how the boy had been raised or how he truly felt about these cultists. Had he been indoctrinated into the cults beliefs from birth? or had they stolen him from his real family and forced him into this position?

"No. i.... i hated him" 315 finally spoke up, his grip on Junnaya's hands tightening "I hate all of them! i hate this place!" he was louder now, but after saying that his eyes filled with fear and he looked around, as though scared someone else might have heard and would punish him.

"well, don't worry, i'm going to get you out of here." Junnaya said, and smiled as she finally found the door. she let go of the boys hand and pushed the door open, they had to leave quickly, she could already smell smoke.

But when Junnaya turned around the boy was staring past her out the door, his eyes so wide and full of wonder they seemed they'd fall out and his mouth slightly open.

315 stared out the cellar door up at... at SOMETHING. he didn't know what it was, but it hung above them and was more beautiful than anything he'd ever seen; pitch black with white gems glimmering out of the dark, and bigger rounder circles hanging in place. He stepped past the khajiit and walked up the steps, never taking his eyes off that huge patchwork of shining jewels that hung above.

"ah!" he cried out, his attention finally taken from above as he stumbled back and almost fell down the stairs, had the Khajiit not caught him. covering the ground was a layer of white powder, that was so cold it burned when he stepped on it.

Junnaya caught the boy as he stumbled back, then picked him up and carried him in her arms.

"ah, the snow must be cold on your feet eh? don't worry, i'll carry you" she smile gently. Then, feeling the boy still shiver, she took off her coat and wrapped it around his shoulders, and pulled the hood up to cover his head. "here, you need this more than me" she said, setting down the backroads of Bruma. 'and besides' she thought 'it's been decades since i last really felt anything'. The boy clung to her, the cloak smothering him, and continued to silently stare at the sky in wonder. it saddened her that he was so overwhelmed by the stars, had he been in that basement his whole life?

the two passed through the huge gates of Bruma and Junnaya headed towards the stables, putting her fingers to her mouth and whistling loudly. From the shadows came a horse with a pitch black pelt to match Junnaya's own and red eyes that seemed to almost glow. 315 stared at the beast with fear as Junnaya put him down so she could climb into the saddle. She reached a hand down to 315 so she could help him up. he hesitated, still staring at the huge imposing steed.

"don't worry, shadowmere won't hurt you" she pulled him up into the horse and sat him in front of her. from up so high, 315 felt like he could see forever. and boy was there a lot to see.

Junnaya pulled at the reigns and shadowmere sped off down the road.

315 had never gone so fast, the wind blew his hood back and whipped at his ears. after a while they slowed to a steadier pace, and he pulled the hood back up to keep him warm. neither of them had said anything for quite a while.

"may i ask another question?" 315 broke the silence, looking up at the khajiit.

"of course you may, i imagine you have many" she replied looking down at him "and you needn't ask permission to ask me questions" she added. 315 looked back down at the world around him, full of things he'd never imagined. where did he start? his gaze was drawn back to the beautiful swirling spots above, and he pointed towards them.

"what... are those?" he asked. Junnaya smiled and began answering his many questions about the stars and trees and roads, until the boy fell asleep in her lap.

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315 awoke slowly, pulling the blanket over his head. he didn't want to wake up, he wanted to stay asleep and savor that dream of a freedom he'd never truly know. he wondered what was really out there, in place of the things his mind had created in that beautiful dream, "stars" and "trees" and "rocks".

he sighed and prepared himself for another day, knowing that if he wasn't awake by the time Mr.Mannius came in he'd be punished.

315 pulled the blanket back and was almost blinded by how bright it was.

after taking a minute for his eyes to adjust he looked around what was most definitely not his room. instead of his small straw bed he was laying in an enormous king sized bed that was covered in the warmest, softest, and most comfortable pillows and blankets he'd ever felt. the room, rather than being a small, dirty, brick square, was large and clean, lit up brightly by the enormous window opposite of the window. 315 slipped out of the bed, careful touching his toe to the cool wooden floor, making sure it wouldn't hurt like the snow, and walked over to look out the window.

out the window he could see a beautiful landscape, lit up in a way that he'd never seen while under the moon. he was high up, on the second or perhaps even third floor of a large manor. directly in front of the manor was a gorgeous garden full of plants, flowers, fruits, and vegetables, with a cobble path running through the middle leading from the house entrance to something he couldn't see from where he was. after the garden the was a stretch of open area, which held a lake at one end. the lake was filled by a waterfall, which fell from the cliff face that seemed to surround everything 315 could see.

he stood there for a while, taking in the gorgeous landscape, until he heard a door open and shut downstairs. he froze in place, terrified, and stared at the door next to the window as he heard quiet footsteps walk through the house. the doorknob jostled as it was grabbed from the otherside and 315 stumbled back away from the window and fell into the bed. oh. oh daedra. what was happening? would it be the cultists, here to take him away for the ritual? perhaps he'd sleep walked into Mr. Mannius's room and was about to be punished (a foolish thought, considering his room was locked at all times. but, adrenaline gives us all foolish thoughts)? 315 struggled to fight back the tears he could feel coming up behind his eyes.

Junnaya opened the front door and hauled her shopping inside. she'd ended up getting quite a bit more than she'd meant to, but it had been over a century since she'd last had to take care of a child, so she wasn't sure exactly what she told he'd, and she wanted to make sure this one had a good home after all he'd been through. she stopped. a home? was she, a professional assassin and immortal, really considering adopting this child? she sighed and shook the thought out of her head; she would deal with that later. Right now, she had a gift to give the boy.

Junnaya picked a large brown paper package wrapped with twine out of her shopping, and headed upstairs. she made sure to step louder than usual, so as not to take the boy by surprise. hmmm. Junnaya added 'learn his name' to her mental list of things to do later.

she stopped at the door of the second guest room, between the alchemical laboratory and the first guest bedroom, and opened the door.

She stepped into the room, only to find the boy sitting on the end of the bed looking shocked and terrified, gripping the blanket tightly enough to pale his knuckles and tears welling in his eyes, one having escaped from his 3rd eye and rolled down the middle of his face.

Junnaya's long dormant maternal instincts kicked in full force and she rushed over to the boy, kneeling down in front of him.

"it's alright, don't be afraid! i'm not going to hurt you; i rescued you last night, remember?" she said softly, taking the boys hands in her own and wiping the tears from his face.

"I- I thought it was all a dream" he whispered, more tears falling down his face until he was sobbing. But through his tears he smiled "I can't b- bel- believe i'm out o- of that p- place" he laughed. Junnaya cooed and wrapped her arms around the crying child, purring, hoping to comfort him.

when the khajiit wrapped her arms around him, 315 panicked for a moment, before he realized how nice it felt. this wasn't like when the cultists tried to restrain him, it wasn't rough and forced and painful. it felt... kind and loving. and after one last tighter squeeze she let go and smiled sadly at him.

"are you ok?" she asked, and he nodded and sniffled.

"yeah, i was just re- really scared. I heard you w- walking a- a- and thought that Mr. Mannius or someone was coming to p- punish me" he explained. the Khajiit's ears immediately flicked back and for just a moment an indescribable rage filled her eyes, then she pulled 315 close again and whispered.

"for one so young you have been through such horrors".

Junnaya sat back and looked at the boy for a moment, then picked up the brown paper package and placed it on his lap. he stared at it for a moment, then looked at her, confused.

"it's a gift" she explained. he continued to look confused. "ah, a gift is... when you give someone something you think they'll like with no expectations of getting anything in return" she explained further. "open it, the actual gift part is inside the wrapping."

The boy pulled the twine bow undone and carefully unfolded the brown wrapping paper to reveal the contents.

Inside were several sets of new clothes in various styles and colours, some children's fiction books, an expensive set of colour pencils and a notepad, a pair of shoes, and a soft toy rabbit. he picked each of them out of the wrapping and looked them over carefully. He lingered particularly long on the books, looking shocked when Junnaya told him they were fictional and not real stories, and the toy rabbit, which he gently stroked and then hugged to his chest tightly while looking through the rest of the gift.

"I know you must have spent most, if not all of your life, with those cultists. You have much to learn about the real world, and i would like to offer you a home with me." Junnaya finally said, after mulling over her words carefully in her head. "I can teach you about whatever you are curious about, and protect you from any who might wish to harm you or use you for their own purposes." she looked up the boy and looked into his eyes, speaking with sincerity.

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