Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Shavir felt a soft hand along his fur, something he normally wouldnt allow but with the calm spell, he found himself more heated with the touch. The man seemed to know what to do. He didnt tug or pull at the appendage and treated it like it was fragile, something most people didnt know how to do. Shavir couldnt help how sensitive that the appendage was. Most of the time when someone knew how to touch it, he let them and they ended up in bed together. However this calm spell seemed to take all the rules and throw them out the window. Of course he still pulled his tail away from the man and wrapped his tail around his muscled thigh. A frown covered his face at the dig on his mother. Most people said something about her. Often that she was a Thalmor, or that she was just a high elf. A part of him felt disappointed that this elf was the same as all the others. This elf who was probably getting the same amount of shit for being a Bosmer with a necromancy specialization. Of course the man wouldnt see it that way. Probably hated the Altmer like everyone else, not that it was uncommon. Snooty was not a word that Shavir would use to describe his mother, nor for that matter did she think she was better than most people. Most Altmer did and Shavir could understand the drawl, the magic of Altmer was just more plentifula reason High Elves thought they were a higher being. Shavirs mother had lost that. She was scary as fuck, no doubt about that but she commanded instead of looked down upon. She worked miracles with her magic as the people needed it. She wasnt like most Altmer so Shavir didnt like when his mother was lumped into the same category as other Altmer. Although he could understand enjoying her downfall from Thalmor. Sometimes he was so very glad she knew she was wrong at being a Thalmor. Of course he as a child in her womb helped her along that road. The words that Shavir had said seemed to have an effect. Of course he didnt think that the man would react quite like that. The elf didnt like the idea that the mercenary wanted in his pants of course the hybrid doubted that the man had any idea that Shavir had no interest in fucking the man like a dogquite the opposite. Of course that didnt mean he would allow himself to be treated like a dog. The elf slid off his hood and though the beast in Shavir wanted to kneel down right there and suck the dick of this beautiful manhe would not let this else treat him like a beast. Telling him to go into a cage? After he had just pulled a corpse out of it? Really? Who was being uppity now? I had dearly hoped you were house trained but I seem to be mistaken. Even I dont piss on things to mark my territory. Whos being snooty now? I seem to notice that it isnt the Altmer in this room, now is it? Funny, one comment over how you smell as someone of your blood should even among death and youve got your underclothes knotted so tight that I doubt you could find your balls. Shavir spoke in a dry tone, like he was less than thrilled with the man before him. That he didnt deserve respect. See, you call Altmers horrible for looking down on others but is this Altmer the one who started treating you like a dog? I think not. Wolf only respect those who have earned their spot. My dick might be hard but my mind? Youve totally shriveled it. You might have done some good for yourself by fucking me but you arent earning anything but my ire with your attitude? What crawled up your ass and died? Some poor creature you brought back because you were so frightened of letting someone touch you, living? Youre nothing but a puppy trying to be a wolf! Shavir looked at his nails, bored with the elf. Amazing really that he got all that out while the elf looked about ready to murder him. Shavir couldnt threaten him with the calm spell on him but he sure as hell could let out that huge amount of venom.