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

Gwinduin continued to pace the brute that had smashed his way into his little sanctuary. He knew about the studies on lycanthopes but to see one before him that was also a feline a rather comical combination he had to admit was too good to pass up. He was so intent on studying the outer physiology of the man that he completely overlooked his subtle gestures to hide his rising indecency. Instead the single attribute that really caught his attention was the slowly swaying appendage and the small trail of fur that traced it's way up the man's spine. He reached over to touch it, curious to feel the warmth that fur retained when the body was still warm itself he had spent so long handling corpses he nearly forgotten how warm another person really was, not that it was anything was ever bothered with. He listened with silent awe as the man recited his ancestry with the slightest tint of anger that he wasn't sure if the man knew he had. Still, although he wasn't the best with the Illusion school of magic Gwinduin was confident that his calm spell wasn't going to wear off any time soon and simply ignored the feeling of the man's eyes piercing his bubble. Hearing the odd mixture was much more distracting and pulled his thoughts away from the gaze that followed his constant circling. Thalmor? Really? Gwinduin let out a low chuckle with sick pleasure at the news of the man's mother's downfall. He detested the Altmers more than the priests of Arkay, those in particular from his childhood. Few they were then but a huge pain in the ass they were to tip toe around. She got what was coming for her, damn high elves. So snooty and think they are better than all of us other elves, I can barely stand the thought of being of similar blood to them. Still... Gwinduin paused stroking his bare chin as the stared at the mans clawed hands and feet, eyes unfocused in deep thought. Absolutely mind boggling that such a genetic combination is even possible to occur naturally. Your parents didn't worship any Daedra did they? No, of course not... He leaned back onto the remains of the smashed table pondering when the man before him spoke up as he brushed his hair back and the Bosmer got a glimpse of the mutt's own interests. A quick wave of repulsion washed over him before he snapped back to attention giving the mercenary before him a heated look. What? Gwinduin narrowed his eyes further as he spoke slowly. I still smell like Valenwood? He paused and nearly spat on the floor in contempt before letting out a loud forced laugh. How fucking ironic. Spend most of my life buried in putrid rotting flesh and pursuing the darker nature of magic involving death and I smell of life! The one thing I enjoy robbing others of! He threw off the hood of his robes and scratched the back of his head. His dark hair was ruffled from being under a hood for so long and became more messy as he scratched. It was long enough to reach the back of his neck and rest on his shoulders slightly, the result of being holed up in his personal study for nearly a month. I swear if you even ask me about knowing anything about archery or trees or any of that bullshit just because I still smell of woodlands, I swear I will steal your fucking soul, smash the gem and piss on the fragments! He looked up at the beast of a man with renewed contempt, his once curiosity pushed aside by his anger and resentment for having to flee his homeland simply because of their superstitious fears of necromancy. He wasn't very much happy there anyways, but he would have rather left on his own terms rather than flee. He walked over to a cage where another body that had been locked within long enough to be stricken with rigor mortis. He opened the cage door and grabbed the body by the leg and dragged it out in it's oddly hunched over and contorted body around the sword the pierced the corpse's midsection. The unfortunate fellow kept interrupting him with begging until Gwinduin could take it no longer and had stabbed him with his own weapon. Once the body was just outside he stood by the door and gestured inside. Get in.