Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20170202101117/@comment-10197675-20170210003331

(I've been holding up, haha, not to bad, how are you Keyboard?)

There was a loud crunch as Arjoir ripped open a rotted leg bone and ate the marrow within. The carcass was reduced to a pile of bones, dripping with blood and the Khajiit saliva, it barely resembled the deer anymore, its cracked skull being the main indicator left of the mammal. Arjoir licked his lips as he rubbed his hand over his mouth, before standing up to his feet. During his feast the Khajiit had been transfixed on his food, forgetting about the wind and it slowly started to dawn on Arjoir that there was a slight movement in the dead branches of a bare bush just in his field of vision beside him. The wind was starting to pick up once again, seeking some prey. Arjoir dropped to ground in an instant as he realised how foolish he had been, in a panic he then scrambled along the ground through wet peat and bog crawling under a medium sized rock, forcing himself into the wet and soggy brown grass underneath the rock which tilted up at a slight angle, giving the Khajiit just enough room to fit his body, he then listened and waited... hoping that he wouldn't be found out.

Meanwhile

As Elise moved away from the room, echo's of a foul wind could be heard throughout the ratways, coming from breaches to the outside. Riften was a mere shadow of its former self upon the surface, the thief city was unrecognisable, mainly being that of rubble and waste. The safest place mostly being that of lake hornrich where in the depths some life may still be lingering...