taros / TO HELL AND BACK

[FINARFIN .]

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[atrb=border,0,true] CHARLES WITH MONSIEUR TAROS 646 OUTFIT TO HELL AND BACK - BLESSTHEFALL first fin post. yey

[atrb=border,0,true] the sanctuary was a dark place. for someone like finarfin, who had grown up practically in the woods, it was hell. he'd never coped well with enclosed spaces, and the dark brotherhood's base camp was severely testing his limits. more than anything, he wanted to escape, to breathe fresh air, but that was impossible. he didn't think his new family would take to him wandering around outside very well. fin was still learning the ropes, trying not to blunder so much that the brotherhood decided he was more useful to them dead than alive. so far, he figured he was doing well. he took naturally to a blade, although he'd been wielding an axe since he was strong enough to swing it. swords and daggers weren't too different, really. fin had to adjust his swing, so rather than chopping at the dummy's, he was swinging and slicing. truthfully, he still preferred an axe, but what kind of assassin wielded a woodcutter's axe? none that fin had heard of. it must have been the middle of the night when fin woke himself up. his dreams had been dark since arriving at the sanctuary, images of his brother's bloody and mangled corpse fresh in his mind from the nightmares. the worst part of all was his brother's eyes. they always looked so accusing, as if it was finarfin's fault he hadn't been able to save him. "it wasn't me," fin always shouted at him, but his brother's gaze never shifted. it was impossible to run, fin was always grounded to the spot. but oh, how he wanted to. even now, sweat glistened on his forehead. before getting changed, he wiped it hurriedly, hating how it made him feel so clammy. like, death. once he felt semi-normal, he donned his armor, and grabbed his blade from their resting place beside his bed. training in the middle of the night wasn't advisable, considering how tired finarfin felt, but he needed it. there was no way he'd be getting anymore sleep tonight. making his way down to the central hall was easy, his footfalls purposefully light so as not to wake anyone up. once he'd reached the training area, he drew his sword, admiring it in the low light. slowly, he raised his eyes to the dummy in front of him. in the dimness, it wasn't hard to picture it being a person. a rather deformed being, perhaps, but a person, nonetheless. slowly, fin lifted his sword, swinging it to hit the dummy's chest. the straw held out, since fin hadn't put any real power behind it, but suddenly, finarfin wanted to cause some real damage. swinging the blade again, he hit the dummy's other side, smirking satisfactorily as pieces of straw drifted down to the floor. and before he knew it, he went into a frenzy. he wasn't sure how often he hit the dummy, but his blade was like a blur. again and again, the satisfying noise of the blade hitting straw met his ears, until the dummy was hanging off the wooden support rather pathetically. but fin still didn't relent. only when he'd hacked off the straw dummy completely, and his sword rang when it connected with the stone wall behind it did fin break out of his craze. and then he realized he was weeping. hurriedly, he wiped his cheeks dry, and leaned forward so the wooden support was holding the majority of his weight. he felt exhausted, his breathing heavy and his arm aching. slowly, he turned and slumped against the wall, sliding down until he was sitting on his haunches, sword still in hand as he wrapped his arms around his legs. now that he'd worked out most of the anger he had inside him, all he wanted to do was run back home. but he couldn't do that. why did everything seem so hopeless?

I'LL BITE THE BULLET JUST TO SAVE MYSELF

[TAROS SHADOWBLADE .]

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[atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top] FIN/ INDIE FOUR SEVEN ZERO WANT YOUR BAD BROMANCE! OUTFIT HERE

[atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] working for the dark brotherhood wasn't for everyone, but for taros, it was the perfect job. blood thirsty and ruthless, the dunmer took pride in his contracts and always saw them through, no matter what. more than a few times, taros had come back bloodied or bruised form his job, but he always made it back and recovered fully. there wasn't much that he wouldn't do to get gold. though it wasn't for the same reason as many of the dark brotherhood members; his need for gold was what some would call noble. having a wife and expecting a child, taros needed the gold to keep them fed and living in luxury in solitude. his wife deserved nothing less than that and his child would be given the world, if taros could afford it. the brotherhod offered that gold and he was more than prepared to take it, especially if it included him fulfilling his need to kill and see blood flow. after coming back from a job in riften, the exhaustion was almost neough to have the young dunmer fall over and pass out. however, he knew that the sanctuary wasn't too far away and thus he pushed himself a bit farther. he figured all he would need was a good sleep and full belly before he was ready to head back out into the world to finish any contract that astrid threw at him. saying the password, the door creaked open and he walked in, feet heavy with weary. all he could think of was the warm bed and the belly full of mead when he suddenly heard the clanging of swords. curiosity besting him, taros made his way to the training area, seeing one of the new recruits there, practicing. once or twice, the dunmer had seen his fellow elf around the sanctuary, but he never really tried to get to know the boy. he figured that it wouldn't belong before he came back in pieces. however, seeing him now, attacking the dummy as if it were threaning his life, taros saw promise. folding his arms across his chest, he observed for a moment or two before speaking, "careful not to break it. those things are wuite expensive." he teased before smirking to himself. he could remember when he had just started in the brotherhood; he felt like a monster, a criminal, until he finally accepted it. soon, he found himself enjoying his work and wanting to do more. he wanted to show astrid that he was good enbough to stay in the brotherhood. over his past years in the brotherhood, he would see new recruits come in and after a month, never come back. so, he tried to disconnect himself from new members, at least not until they have proved it to astrid, or even himself.

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[FINARFIN .]

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[atrb=border,0,true] CHARLES WITH MONSIEUR TAROS 503 OUTFIT TO HELL AND BACK - BLESSTHEFALL scary taros is scary~

[atrb=border,0,true] he had thought he was alone, but finarfin was quickly learning that the more senior assassins were incredibly well practiced at blending into shadows and moving without a sound. he should have checked more thoroughly for spectators before beginning his training, but his anger and desire to hit something, anything, had left fin blind to all else. hadn't being aware of everything in one's surroundings been the very first lesson he'd had upon arriving at the sanctuary? fin recalled it had been drilled into his head somehow, but when he was angry, his judgement clouded over. anger didn't care about possible dangers; it just wanted to cause harm in any way it could. so when a voice came at him out of the shadows, fin straightened up in a hurry, eyes darting towards the direction of the source, taking a moment before settling on the form of one of his fellow assassins. in the gloom, he couldn't tell which, but the voice was certainly male. even if it were not, finarfin would have been unable to give a spoken response. instead he just looked at them blankly, the teasing going straight over his head. after a moment or two he shrugged. not with insolence, but because he had clearly just damaged the thing beyond repair. what would they think when they saw it in the morning? he stared at the figure for a moment more, making out details. it was the dumner whose name he couldn't recall, but his form was unmistakable. for a dunmer, he was large, but his dark skin made up for what stealth he might have lost otherwise. even so, fin should have been able to hear him enter the room. slowly, he averted his eyes, more ashamed at being surprised than having been caught staring. he stood awkwardly for another moment or two before deciding he had better say something. fin was sure the majority of his new family thought he was mute with the way he only spoke when prompted to directly. one of them had asked fin to poke out his tongue to prove he had one, though he could not recall whom. when he'd done as they'd asked, all they'd done was grunt and inform him he better use it, before laughing rather cruelly. the dark brotherhood was not quite what finarfin had been expecting upon his initial arrival, but it was slightly more terrifying because of it. "i.. i didn't think anyone would be awake." he said lamely, shrugging carefully again as he gestured towards the mess of straw he'd managed to spread over the ground. it wasn't the best way to explain his actions, but he hoped it would suffice. it certainly didn't help that the dunmer intimidated fin to no end. though that was also true of most of the assassins. fin just wished he had enough courage to be able to speak to them properly. for now, however, he wasn't even truly one of them. something nobody hesitated to remind him.

I'LL BITE THE BULLET JUST TO SAVE MYSELF

[TAROS SHADOWBLADE .]

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[atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top] FIN/ INDIE IDK WANT YOUR BAD BROMANCE! OUTFIT HERE

[atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] it was understandable how many of the new recruits found the dark brotherhood sanctuary a daunting and almost dreadry place. the aura of the place seemed to be coated with an invisible fog that would drag down any uplifted spirit. of course, once anyone was there long enough, they would become accustomed to such a thing. taros was one who could vouch for that; when he had first started living in the sanctuary, he felt overcrowded and claustrophobic. it was as if he was being choked on a daily basis and he almost felt like giving up. but then it all started to balance itself out and now the dunmer barely even noticed it anymore. in fact, he had grown to love it and would find it odd if it were ever to change. however, he could see by the look on the new recruit's face, that he was not accustomed to the enclosed feeling that the sanctuary held. it shocked the elder assassin to see so much of himself in someone else that he couldn't help but take a moment to just stop and think, "well, there is someone up and you've been caught, red handed...practicing. how scandelous." he teased before unfolding his arms and taking a few more steps towards the boy, "how long have you been going at that thing for?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow at the bosmer before looking at the poor training dummy that the boy had been beating on. never had it really occured to him that he was possibly going out of character to be talking to this boy in such a way. usually he would have hazed the kid, trying to see just how tough he was and see if he could stick it with the rest of the brotherhood. however, he figured seeing a bit of himself was the reason as to why he kept such a genuine attitude towards fin. it frustrated taros to catch himself be so soft; if babette saw him right now, there would be no end of it. she could easily keep making fun of him, even well passed his death bed - the bitch.

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