A colored Ralof , 3 emotions , and without beard ( because it’s fun … )
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“So we’ve no objections, then?” Alyina smirked and looked up at Ralof, then down at Zilpah. “Fine.”
“As if I’d object,” he smirked.
“Zilpah, you get in first. I ain’t starting.”
Zilpah smirked, pulling off her boots and gauntlets.
“It’s not the first I’ve heard that before.” she said before walking into the mud, promptly tripping. She laughed, grabbing Alyina’s arm in an attempt to pull her in too.
Alyina followed suit, kicking off her boots and managing to ditch her gloves before slipping into the large pit, skidding across the mud. Pulling herself up, the blonde wiped her hair out of her eyes, glaring playfully at Zilpah. “Come now,” she says.
“Good gods,” Ralof breathed. He couldn’t believe this was actually about to happen.
“I’ll get the mead!”
“This sounds far too fun.” she said, smirking before tousling Alyina’s hair. “Haven’t had a good mudfight in a good couple of years.”
Farkas simply grinned and looked around, not quite understanding what was going on anymore.
“I keep hearing the word mudfight,” Ralof said, looking quite pleased, “Are you doin’ it or not?”
“Aye, I will — if I know where this fucking mudpit is.”
“Gods, Aly, you really haven’t been around Jorrvaskr lately, have you? We turned the fire pit into a mudpit. “
“So we’ve no objections, then?” Alyina smirked and looked up at Ralof, then down at Zilpah. “Fine.”
“As if I’d object,” he smirked.
“Zilpie,” Alyina grinned, before looking at Farkas. “Should I, or should I not?”
He grinned. “Let’s go for it.”
Ralof nodded before his brain could really register what he was agreeing to. It was the thought of Alyina mud wrestling that made him nod.
“I approve.”
“I’ll get the mead!”
“This sounds far too fun.” she said, smirking before tousling Alyina’s hair. “Haven’t had a good mudfight in a good couple of years.”
Farkas simply grinned and looked around, not quite understanding what was going on anymore.
“I keep hearing the word mudfight,” Ralof said, looking quite pleased, “Are you doin’ it or not?”
“Not that I condone fighting over each other’s sex lives, though I think we’ve got them beat, I second this mud wrestling.”
“Pfft, yeah, well, WE FUCKED IN A RIVER.”
“I heard the words mud-wrestling. Please don’t disappoint me.”
“Zilpie,” Alyina grinned, before looking at Farkas. “Should I, or should I not?”
He grinned. “Let’s go for it.”
Ralof nodded before his brain could really register what he was agreeing to. It was the thought of Alyina mud wrestling that made him nod.
“I approve.”
“What are you even doing here? You’re not a Companion.”
“Just defendin’ my wife,” he said, then added quietly afterwards, “And our sex life.”
“Pfft! What do you know about a good sex life?”
“More than you do, I’m bettin’.”
“Farkas may be a bit dumb, a bit slow, a bit weak, but his loyalty and big heart still make him my favourite NPC and follower. I fear nothing in Skyrim as much as I fear his death.”
“…Weak?”
“Aye, Farkas, weak.”
“Screw you, Alyina!”
“Ralof does that plenty enough, don’t you think?”
“I feel sorry for him.”
“You shouldn’t,” he smirked.
Alyina stood indignantly next to Ralof, crossing her arms and glaring up at Farkas. “See?”
“What are you even doing here? You’re not a Companion.”
“Just defendin’ my wife,” he said, then added quietly afterwards, “And our sex life.”
“Farkas may be a bit dumb, a bit slow, a bit weak, but his loyalty and big heart still make him my favourite NPC and follower. I fear nothing in Skyrim as much as I fear his death.”
“…Weak?”
“Aye, Farkas, weak.”
“Screw you, Alyina!”
“Ralof does that plenty enough, don’t you think?”
“I feel sorry for him.”
“You shouldn’t,” he smirked.
