--- Tarhin Mih Fanik ,.

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The mist of blood still follows, yet the wounds have sealed [/center]

"This seem to never grow Ehi, does it friend"[/color]
Placing his scaled hand on the sharp hilt of his dagger. He looked up as if someone was coming but it was nothing; just a small rabbit about 6 meters away diving under the snow, shaking his head he continued walking in what seemed to be his purgatorial loop.
The snowy prison he chose for himself wasn’t to fair from where he was; he only went to Downstar to send a letter back to client, but for some reason this walk felt longer than the others. It could have something to do with his disagreement with that troll he met along the way; whom by fact misunderstood his actions of removing unwanted food from a fire.
The fight ended shortly like always; The troll would attack and he'd simply fade away into the distance laughing. Looking out into the distance he could see the fire he left, so he could find his way back, about a mile away underground. He had become more keen with his new "sight" it even astonished him. Lowering himself off the cliff he turned to face the door, he knew too well; running his hand across it. The bone chilling metal would send the bravest of men running, its depths hollowing out the decayed skull of a man; placing his hand in the imprint of the door he tilted his head down listening. Suddenly a soul shaking whisper befell his ears
"What is Life's greatest Illusion?"[/i] lifting his head staring blankly into the iron doors dead eyes.

"Innocence, my brother.."

It seemed as if the door itself was alive, opening to whom ever knew it unbinding words. Once the door had opened his vision cleared up completely; the different heat signatures danced across room, making every nook and cranny visible to this blind argonian. He kept the candles lit at all times in his home; or else it would be nothing but a blurry mess of cold and warm spots.
Placing his stolen lunch on the table he walked over to the glass window resting in the center space and lightly ran his fingers over it; the sound always kept him at peace, it played like a music box against his nails. If he closed his eyes he could feel the vibrations in the room by not as well, he smirked quickly pulling out his dagger; twirling it around he flung it with his index and middle figures hitting its target dead on. The bat that was flying by now laid on the ground twitching, as the argonian claimed his prize and removed the dagger from its eye socket.
Ahbis sat at the table he began to eat his free meal, something was bother him though; maybe it was the same routine getting to him. Kill someone here, hide there, and steal something to eat; it was belittling his talents and just drove him insane. Knocking his food across the table,
"Cursed! Taihjak! Even those Khani Nords have a better chance than I"[/color] Standing up he shook his head and placed his dagger on the table;
"Bekiin Shaa Shadow"[/color] he griped his dagger and placed it hidden under his fine clothes, blowing out each candle praying to the Hist to guide him. He stopped at the last candle
" Ahi Ahbis-El joon tarhin mih Fanik"[/color] with that he blew out the last candle and along with it his pain, he closed the iron door behind him stepping out once more into that Blue abyss he was cursed with seeing. Setting his sights on Wind peak Inn to speak with an old friend.
The town was particularly busy today with the grand opening of the new museum opening; it didn’t seem right or just a scheme for some guy to get rich quick, and later he'd have to kill due to someone's bellyaching. The wind made it harder for him to see; blowing snow around so everything seemed like fire in the wind, losing its shape at times. This only made him seem more of a helpless old blind man than he was thankfully nobody seemed to care. The stench of nord sweat filled his nose, hissing under his breath he continued toward the inn but not before over heard two women speaking of a young redguard looking for the Dark brotherhood in solitude.

Ahbis smiled to himself he thought his fate was surely changing and his luck falling into place, reaching the doors of the end he was greeted by a drunk whom he ignored "Stupid Argonian swine!" The insult struck a nerve with him as he lower himself to the eye sight of the pig he hissed, giving him a devastating sight to see with his drunken vision.

Continuing inside he was greeted by a warm smile and embrace by Karita "Ahbis! Our Old Blind Agonian Friend, Swept through our competition, and drove them out of town!"
Smirking some
"Karita...Sinha, I’ve done nothing of the sort....Where is Thoring?"[/color]

"Third door to the right Ahbis...” Nodding his head he followed her instructions, the inn had changed since last ownership; mainly because some of these rooms the blood wouldn’t come out of the floor and walls.

"Naktis...”[/color] he said standing near the door frame

"Ahh Ahbis, my old friend what brings you to Windpeak, looking for a room? Or work?" he shook his hand with a firm grip and embraced him.

“Information Ehi Naktis...."[/color] Sitting in a nearby chair "Information. You’ll have to go to whiterun for that, I have just small rumors...like the one about the Dark Brotherhood seeker" crossing his arm he looked at Ahbis.

"As have I.."[/color] looking down knowing that was his only lead

"Well I guess this is good bye my friend, here take some food for your travels"

"I couldn't"[/color]

"No, No it’s the least I could do for you helping me with my....problems" Thoring handed him several provisions and sending him on his way, he was even kind enough to pay for his ride there.

Now this Old argonian waits at the near by Inn sipping on the finest of meads, gathering as much information as he can.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] I’m on a hunt I’m after you and I’m hungry for the wolf {WORDS } 709 {TAGGED } Ahbis-El{WEARING} Shrouded armor minus mask It had been time to look over the old Dawnstar sanctuary. With the Imperial legion having attempted to crush their current sanctuary, Astrid had begun to think of various options they might have if it came to their sanctuary being overrun. Despite it being unlikely that they would be able to find it or get inside, there was always the possibility, and she liked to be one step ahead of things that happened, and this was no different story. She had found it operational by far, but in need of some vast restoration. Delvin could help with that, he had done multiple things for her in the past when they had needed it, and so he would do so again no doubt. And now all that was left was to mount Shadowmere and return to the sanctuary. It was especially toward night that Astrid's hungry thoughts turned to her husband, and what she would rather be doing than traipsing all around Skyrim. That same hunger drove her to shift slightly in her chair and imagine that his hands were stroking her skin, and instead she was at the Inn by herself, nursing a tankard of mead to warm her flesh instead of her wolf doing so. "Hey doll." The suggestive tone was enough to cause Astrid's fingers to reach slightly toward where her dagger was hidden. Still, she pointedly ignored him until his hand reached her leg. Instantly her hand darted down until it had his wrist pressed between her strong fingers, and she started to squeeze, pinching the nerve he had there and twisting his wrist back to a painful angle. Being in the darkest corner had it's advantages. Twisting her leg, she tripped him up and with his body in an awkward position, she slammed her dagger down into his hand, covering his yelp with a hand to silence his mouth. With her body still close, she whispered in his ear. "If you touch me again, it goes through your heart." With that, she jerked her dagger back out of his hand and shoved him away until he rolled over and clutched at his bleeding hand as he stumbled back to the bar, not noticed over the loud nords bellowing in the place. Sheathing her dagger, Astrid went back to glancing around the Inn, her eyes eventually landing on an Argonian. Interesting place for one of such birth to be. It didn't take more than a few minutes watching him to realize he was after information. Taking a sip of her mead, she fleetingly wondered what it was that he was after. Not that it mattered either way to her, all she wanted to be doing was...something she wouldn't be doing tonight, she thought with a low growl in the back of her throat. {NOTES} I don't quite know what this was, but...

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Duran Duran

--- Tarhin Mih Fanik ,.

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The inn seemed quite full on a day such as this, several faces came and gone. Some only one wished would leave, apparently this was the normal. "Khani.."

[/color] He histed into his tankard as the inns keeper told her last story of the night, shaking his head he watched a man begin to address himself to her. "Ahbis...We need more information if we're to find this brotherhood...but how?" The idea struck him like a Giant protecting his pets. These worthless meat bags knew nothing of interest, even if it where to go through a transmutation right in front of them they'd still be Blind to it.

"I'll lure them out.."[/color] Turning his attention to the innskeeper. "Do you have Ohkan?..Ink?"[/color]
Ahbis-El Gathered some information that might be of intrest to him, yet most of it was useless nonsence of nordic rambles. Standing up he glanced back his sence was blurry due to the firepit burning brightly. It made it seem as if everyone was shifting sideways. He nodded to the inns keeper; in he short distraction he swiped a bottle of ink. Smiling and shaking her hand " Ghanral Night, may the Sahtee Watch over you"[/color] leaving out.

The night had crept over the land quicker then antisapated. He quickly slipped off to the side of the inn pressing his back against the wall, he watched two guards pass by wishing only to demote them from existance. Moving quickly he poured the black ink onto his hand, his face cringed at the smell but endured it. Placing his hand on the front pillar of the inn he marked it as if the Brotherhood had been there.

Making his way to the front gates, he felt as if someone was following him. "Hello?....Anybody there?...Please i'm just a Nhakik passing through.."[/color] His eyes scanned the darkness for even the slightest trace of heat, all he picked up was the lantern lights and a few stray animals. Beginning his old man routine, he stumbled more often knocking stuff down in their pathway; if someone was behind him they'd surely make some sort of noise. Surprised to hear nothing he stood up right and stopped his act. "Mih mind is playing Ahtiens on me...Khani Mead..."[/color]

Finally reaching the outside of Whiteruns walls he stopped to see if the sneaky little cats could direct him to Solitde. Of course they knew, but everything is for a price so he gave them a few septim for their time and headed NorthWest, With this ever so growing feeling of being hunted, his scaled ached for such games; and apparently it was getting to him a lot, clouding his judgment. Stopping just a few feet away from the farm he sniffed the air and got a good whiff of Death. "Reveal yourself to me!...I know you're there, You smell of Zantel"[/color] [/center]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] I’m on a hunt I’m after you and I’m hungry for the wolf {WORDS } 725 {TAGGED } THE SCALY ONE {WEARING} Shrouded armor After her skirmish with the stupid nord that had thought he could stand a chance, Astrid picked back up her tankard and returned to her seat. Despite the buzz of the place, she was glad to see absolutely no one had taken stock of what had just happened. Doing so meant gaining attention, and if there was one thing she wanted to avoid while in a city where the Dark Brotherhood probably wasn't the favorites of people, it was detection. She had no qualms about her own abilities, but she also knew when she couldn't win. Her against every guard in the city...probably wouldn't work out in her favor, either. Returning to her solitude in the middle of the buzz, Astrid's eyes went back once more to the inn, and eventually on the Argonian. Once more she wished she knew what they were talking about. It seemed...interesting if nothing else. Draining the last bit from her tankard, Astrid dropped some coin on the table and retreated out the doors until she was standing in the shadows and listening to the noises that were coming from the inn behind her. Taking a moment, she watched her own breath mingle with the cold night air before retreating to the side, knowing that Shadowmere would be awaiting her. Instead, what she saw was what...appeared to be her own symbol. Stopping suddenly, Astrid stared at it for a moment, before instantly feeling her senses kick into full gear. Someone was attempting to frame them for something they had done. With a hiss through her teeth, Astrid unsheathed her blade and started whittling away at the mark that had been made so as to at least mangle it. She was certain there was no other members of the Brotherhood around. Quickly making her way to Shadowmere, Astrid swung up and was off settled firmly on top of the horse, her eyes and ears peeled. The first obstacle that came in her path she didn't think much of, instead simply reining Shadowmere around and continuing on. Soon, however, it became obvious that someone - or something - was knocking these down in her path. Still she continued on, slowing Shadowmere's pace down to a steady walk, and finally a standstill, before allowing the mare to start back up again. The chase, however, lasted for some time. Astrid felt for sure that the person that had falsely marked the Brotherhood had to be up ahead somewhere, but where? Baring her teeth slightly, she continued until they were by a farm leading toward Solitude. It was then that she finally caught up with the Argonian. Pulling up Shadowmere, she simply sat in silence while she heard his voice call out for her. "You falsely placed our mark. The Nightmother is displeased with this action.", she said lowly, her eyes scanning around her. {NOTES} I...wasn't quite sure where they were anywhere, since your post covered quite a bit of time xD

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Duran Duran

Ahbis-el continued walking having given up on this city, even still the seed was planted and would surely bloom quiet quickly--maybe a little too quickly. He decided to head toward Solitude, yet another high trafficking place so word would get out faster of the mysterious hand print of the Brotherhood. Hearing the trot of a horse Ahbis-el readied himself, slowly gripping the hilt of his dagger as he slowed to a stop as he called out the follower.

"The Yehtis Havah?" Ahbis-el flicked his tongue grabbing her scent out of the air; he took time to log it with the others he had gathered over the years. Turning to her his white eyes peered into her soul, Ahbis-els vision seemed a bit off; she had a low blue flame almost invisible to him-- but he expected as much from a member of the Dark brotherhood. The steed she road in on also had a lower heat signature than normal, this sight was more than he expected, almost too much for him to comprehend.

Ahbis-el Held his hands up toward his head, speaking softly with his eyes stuck on her. "Ahi am Naktis...Not your enemy, Ahi only wished to have an audience with the well-known Zantel Sinha..." He paused for a second then translated his own words "Death child or as you call her Astrid" A small grin slowly crept across his maw showing his razor sharp set of teeth, being in this situation made his blood boil and his dagger itch to taste blood--Ahbis-el was here for other things, more personal.

"Can you take me to her?" Ahbis-el knew asking for such a request was almost impossible, yet he had to try--in this case it would cost him his life. Ahbis-els tail swayed back and forth behind him before disappearing behind him; it had wrapped around the hilt of his dagger just in case this conversation ended badly.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] I’m on a hunt I’m after you and I’m hungry for the wolf {WORDS } 575 {TAGGED } Ahbis-El {WEARING} Shrouded armor Still resting on the back of her faithful Shadowmere, Astrid kept her mask up and simply peered out from behind her shadowed armor at the argonian that she had come up to. So much traveling...but it was more than simply curiosity that had drawn her to go after the being that was now making his way across Skyrim. Soon though, no matter that she was dealing with matters for the nightmother and Sithis, she would leave this being and return back to the Brotherhood if he did not stop and make himself known to her. Her need for answers was overshadowed with her need to be ready to make decisions for the Brotherhood and be by her husband. Mere days after she had last been with him, a hunger was rising from deep within her chest, until her soul needed him and her skin needed his. But the argonian had decided to humor her, and so she sat on Shadowmere before him, not saying anything after her initial moment of speech. His words did not spur her to talk either, but merely stay steady and peer at him for a longer amount of time. She neither trusted this argonian nor thought him important, but she did wish answers. He would have to realize though, that while he might think he was the one that should be asking the questions, he really had no control over anything that happened here. The sooner he realized this, the easier things would be. His request for an audience with herself did nothing, nor his question of whether or not she would take her to 'Astrid.' "You etched the mark into that post for a meeting with Astrid. This is the same as declaring yourself a servant of the nightmother. An audience with this Astrid one might gain, but one must make that worth her time. She doesn't make herself known to simply those who pretend they are something in which they are not." Her conceited voice slipped easily through the air while she spoke, even still not making a move astride Shadowmere. {NOTES} None!

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Duran Duran