The scratching, shattering electrical sound of Sondant’s lightning died down as the Dwemer centurion collapsed. The Breton mage lowered her hands, allowing the Lightning Storm spell to fade as her Dremora vanished back to Oblivion with a snarl. She collapsed, falling onto her knees and taking deep, needy breaths as she tried to breathe. She always had that problem; she’d concentrate on her magicka to the point she forgot how to breathe. And now she was paying the price for it, loosening her collar and allowing air to flow back into her lungs.
A lock of blonde hair escaped from her tight bun, and she scraped it back crossly. She stood, swaying slightly, collecting her bag before tightening her collar again. Blackreach loomed before her, totally uncharted and full of traps. Her goal was the scroll on the other side, and already she was running out of stamina potions. The fastidious mage was unsure that she would make it if her supply burned out; she was completely unused to sleeping and regularly burned through Enthir’s stock of stamina potions. It had gotten to the point where Sondant had bags under her eyes most days and even her tutors were begging her to just lay down, just for a few minutes…
She realised she had been dozing when she heard the rasp of a Falmer not to far away, and jerked back into attentiveness, hurrying quietly down the path towards the river. A ball of venom flew over her head and she twisted around to see a Chaurus reaper crawling behind her with that sickening sway of their various chitin-hide segments. It disgusted her, and she gladly unleashed a powerful Lightning storm onto it, not stopping until she could smell it frying in its plate. It twitched, falling onto its back, and she gave a smug nod, turning away and continuing towards the sounds of rushing water. She yawned, wondering if she should just forget about carrying on and go back to Sinderion’s house to use his bed. Snuggle up in the fur sheets, turn his skeleton into powder and return it to Avrusa. And as her legs buckled beneath her, she realised she couldn’t continue. She turned, and, with a sigh, made it back up the path to the stone cottage and stumbled through the door, kicking it shut and locking it behind her, muffling the room, before collapsing onto the bed and falling into a deep sleep. Her snores reverberated around the tiny house, and for the first time in several days Sondant slept peacefully.
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She woke almost a day later, bolting upright, a weird taste in her mouth and a need to pee in her loins. She clambered out of bed and relieved herself, before taking a large swig from her jug of milk and dripping a drop of Skooma onto her tongue. She shuddered as the quick burst of energy flooded her, and she put the bottle away, pulling out food. She felt more energised than she had in days, and ate with a renewed vigour. Half an hour later, the Breton was practically skipping down the road. She was heading back to the water when she stopped in surprise, turning her head to the right. There was a Dwemer Centurion charging station a few feet away, but rather than a Centurion, a Dwemer Sphere the size of a Centurion was attached. This was odd, and aggravated the mage. Things were not in their right place. She stalked towards it, determined to find out exactly what it was. She raised her hands, readying her spell in case it turned hostile.
When she arrived at the scene, however, the Sphere did not move. She circled it warily, finally taking a step towards it. Nothing happened. So she paced forward slowly, and gasped as she peeked inside the Sphere. A large slab of stone was settled at its crotch level, shaped a little like a saddle. It had a long, slim rectangular opening that lead into blackness, about the width of three fingers. But that wasn’t the oddest part. No, the oddest part was the large circular gaps just after the rectangular opening. And the Dwarven metal cock that just poked out the first hole. It was tiny, barely the head of a cock, but the sight of it made her hot and bothered.
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timeasmymeasure
Curiosity, part 1
Date: 2013-06-03 01:43 am (UTC)The scratching, shattering electrical sound of Sondant’s lightning died down as the Dwemer centurion collapsed. The Breton mage lowered her hands, allowing the Lightning Storm spell to fade as her Dremora vanished back to Oblivion with a snarl. She collapsed, falling onto her knees and taking deep, needy breaths as she tried to breathe. She always had that problem; she’d concentrate on her magicka to the point she forgot how to breathe. And now she was paying the price for it, loosening her collar and allowing air to flow back into her lungs.
A lock of blonde hair escaped from her tight bun, and she scraped it back crossly. She stood, swaying slightly, collecting her bag before tightening her collar again. Blackreach loomed before her, totally uncharted and full of traps. Her goal was the scroll on the other side, and already she was running out of stamina potions. The fastidious mage was unsure that she would make it if her supply burned out; she was completely unused to sleeping and regularly burned through Enthir’s stock of stamina potions. It had gotten to the point where Sondant had bags under her eyes most days and even her tutors were begging her to just lay down, just for a few minutes…
She realised she had been dozing when she heard the rasp of a Falmer not to far away, and jerked back into attentiveness, hurrying quietly down the path towards the river. A ball of venom flew over her head and she twisted around to see a Chaurus reaper crawling behind her with that sickening sway of their various chitin-hide segments. It disgusted her, and she gladly unleashed a powerful Lightning storm onto it, not stopping until she could smell it frying in its plate. It twitched, falling onto its back, and she gave a smug nod, turning away and continuing towards the sounds of rushing water. She yawned, wondering if she should just forget about carrying on and go back to Sinderion’s house to use his bed. Snuggle up in the fur sheets, turn his skeleton into powder and return it to Avrusa. And as her legs buckled beneath her, she realised she couldn’t continue. She turned, and, with a sigh, made it back up the path to the stone cottage and stumbled through the door, kicking it shut and locking it behind her, muffling the room, before collapsing onto the bed and falling into a deep sleep. Her snores reverberated around the tiny house, and for the first time in several days Sondant slept peacefully.
-
She woke almost a day later, bolting upright, a weird taste in her mouth and a need to pee in her loins. She clambered out of bed and relieved herself, before taking a large swig from her jug of milk and dripping a drop of Skooma onto her tongue. She shuddered as the quick burst of energy flooded her, and she put the bottle away, pulling out food. She felt more energised than she had in days, and ate with a renewed vigour. Half an hour later, the Breton was practically skipping down the road. She was heading back to the water when she stopped in surprise, turning her head to the right. There was a Dwemer Centurion charging station a few feet away, but rather than a Centurion, a Dwemer Sphere the size of a Centurion was attached. This was odd, and aggravated the mage. Things were not in their right place. She stalked towards it, determined to find out exactly what it was. She raised her hands, readying her spell in case it turned hostile.
When she arrived at the scene, however, the Sphere did not move. She circled it warily, finally taking a step towards it. Nothing happened. So she paced forward slowly, and gasped as she peeked inside the Sphere. A large slab of stone was settled at its crotch level, shaped a little like a saddle. It had a long, slim rectangular opening that lead into blackness, about the width of three fingers. But that wasn’t the oddest part. No, the oddest part was the large circular gaps just after the rectangular opening. And the Dwarven metal cock that just poked out the first hole. It was tiny, barely the head of a cock, but the sight of it made her hot and bothered.
She was struck with the desire to touch it.