The Black Talcn

This is just another test! Ah'm sure of it!

[blacktalcn]

The young acolyte awakens with a startle, the black fog having finally cleared... or so she thought. Taurie observes her surroundings, a campfire in a clearing of the woods, her field of vision clouded by the fog just past the tree line. "Wait..." she says aloud, her voice full of wonder. "By the Bleed, I've made it to her realm!"

But something was off... She turns and spots several individuals returning to the clearing, their eyes fixated on her. Mortal, each and every one of them, one of which she recognized. {No, there's no possible way!} A Kaur, the sister of the man she was supposed to sacrifice before she was brought into the realm of the being she so longingly worshiped.

All of the pieces were falling into place; the failed sacrifice, the black fog, the clearing with the campfire. At long last; after years of rituals, missions, and constant trials to prove herself to the inner circle, the namesake of the Black Talon herself, the entity, had brought Taurie to her domain...

Only now, she was the one to be sacrificed over and over again to appease the being she worked for, and she wasn't going to let it happen without a fight.

[condxmnxd]

Deep in prayer to the being that saved her, Adiris stops suddenly, the light taps of footsteps approaching behind her. Turning to face the sound in a calm, yet cold demeanor, she speaks, her words dripping from her lips like a bitter honey. "You are either valiant or a fool for stepping foot in this sanctum."

The priestess slowly approaches the other, her fingers gripping around the chain of the censer as she chokes down the bile to speak. "Tell me, why are you here?"

[blacktalcn]

Stopping in her tracks, the acolyte fidgets with the beads dangling from her wrist. Never has she met with a killer outside of a trial, let alone... her. The one who set forth a course of events that led to her very existence, and the existence of the Cult of the Black Talon.

In awe of the very presence in front of her, she can't think of what else to do but slowly descend to her knees, kneeling before the grotesque, yet still statuesque woman. "Forgive me, priestess, for Ah mean no disrespect."

Taurie looks up from her knelt position, observing every feature of the other, only part of her form before the pestilence that contorted her features still visible. She was divine, even with the necrosis blemishing her flesh. "Ah know ya don' know who Ah am, but..."

Slowly rising to her feet, the young woman's demeanor is confident, but not to a fault as she reaches toward the back of her neck. she lightly grasps a weathered leather cord, pulling it over her head. Extending it upward to the figure that stands nearly a foot taller than her, the end of the cord that had been tucked into the front of her garb is now visible, revealing a small bone, pristine and preserved through time.

"Ah know you, an' yer impact 'as lasted thousands o' years."

[blacktalcn]

@prvtocol (Brianne Landry) | continued from x

The acolyte scoffs lightly, looking the other up and down as she crosses her arms behind her back, the beads around her wrist cascading gently against the metallic facade that lay just below the hood of her ceremonial garb. "Ya really don' know who Ah am... do ya?"

Holding her chin high, she traces the marking on her neck lightly with her fingertips, remembering the scarification imbued upon her by the elders once she proved herself loyal to the Talon. "She who brought ya 'ere, who brought all o' us 'ere..."

Taurie closes her eyes as she lowers her chin, opening them for her piercing, icy gaze to meet the soft hues of the other. She raises her forearms to her sides, her palms facing the sky as her lips part in proclamation. "I was supposed to be 'er vessel, 'er disciple... But she brought me 'ere to be sacrificed with the lot o' ya."

[crownmemes]

Paranoid Sentences

(Sentences for paranoid muses and those interacting with them. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"It's not paranoia when it's real."

"Paranoia doesn't make you smarter. It just makes you look like you want to shit yourself all the time."

"Are you aware of recent theories concerning what is known as paranoia?"

"People close to you, people who claim to know you - how can you ever really know them?"

"I can assure you that nothing sinister is going on here. Why are you so paranoid?"

"I know you're lying, I just can't figure out why."

"How is it you seem to know more than I do?"

"It's very dangerous to believe people. I haven't for years."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but you don't sound very calm right now, Little Miss Paranoid!"

"I don't work with liars. It's not a moral thing - it's a safety issue."

"I always have the feeling that there's somebody listening who shouldn't be."

"Paranoia must go with the job. You're starting to sound just like your predecessor."

"You don't trust anybody, do you?"

"Why are you being so weird about this?"

"I'm not hallucinating, and I'm not paranoid, and I'm not questioning my own sanity!"

"Did someone put you up to this?"

"You're a very suspicious person."

"You're being paranoid, even for you."

"You're not paranoid if someone's actually trying to kill you."

"Paranoia is the by-product of being consistently right. You should aspire to it."

"You don't think that's a little paranoid?"

"If you really must know, I'm here because I damn well don't trust anybody else!"

"Your reasoning follows the pattern of classic persecution mania."

"Look, are you going to let me in on what you're thinking here?"

"You've been following me since I arrived, haven't you?"

"Is that what they say about me now? Paranoid?"

"You're up to something! I know the signs!"

"Just when you think you're too paranoid, you realise you're not paranoid enough."

"Why are you being nice?"

"You always live in a dark place. No joy. No love."

"You don’t trust me. Actually, it’s more fundamental than that. You don’t like me."

"You sound paranoid! Why? I was only doing you a favour!"

[blacktalcn]

❝ You left. ❞

The acolyte turns on her heels to face the other, her prayer to the Talon interrupted by the woman's remark. She crosses her arms, standing straight as her eyes scan the woman from head-to-toe. "Of course Ah did," the words pouring heavily through her Scottish brogue. "Any o’ them would've done the same to me."

Twirling one of the beads of the occult rosary hanging from her wrist, Taurie looks off, away from the other. Her mind drifting to the other survivors, she rolls her eyes in an irritated fashion. "Besides," she starts, looking back to the woman, "They've got every right to feel tha' way."

[winterhelps]

✧ ｡ —  angst starters, part III

( part I ) ( part II )

❝ You don’t care, you never did. ❞

❝ Stop pretending that you care about me. ❞

❝ I don’t care about you/us. ❞

❝ Why do you care? ❞

❝ Why do you have to be so harsh? ❞

❝ What the hell are we doing? ❞

❝ I’m just trying to do the right thing. ❞

❝ So… you’re leaving. ❞

❝ It’s not easy, but you have to let me go. ❞

❝ Please, just leave me alone. ❞

❝ Fuck this, fuck you. ❞

❝ Why did you make me think that you loved me? ❞

❝ I thought you were the one… I guess I was wrong. ❞

❝ How can you act like nothing happened? ❞

❝ Because nothing happened. ❞

❝ Why are we still arguing about this? ❞

❝ This’s bullshit. ❞

❝ I didn’t think you’d have the nerve of coming here after all you’ve done. ❞

❝ I thought I knew you. ❞

❝ You never really knew me. ❞

❝ You left. ❞

❝ What did you expect me to do? ❞

❝ I waited for you. ❞

❝ I didn’t wait for you. ❞

❝ We weren’t meant to be. ❞

❝ It was always you. ❞

❝ How could you do this to me/us? ❞

❝ We were kids, we didn’t know what we were doing. ❞

❝ How about we start over? ❞

❝ I can’t pretend this didn’t happen. ❞

❝ I never forgot. ❞

❝ Why me? ❞

❝ I thought you hated me. ❞

❝ I’ve always loved you, even when I hated you. ❞

[exmortiis]

taurie cain 〃 @blacktalcn

That accent. The way it grated his ears, making his synapses light up in the worst kind of way. A low growl resonating from deep within his chest, he never cared about the so called survivors nor during or outside of trials, he was simply unwillingly bound to do a job he had always excelled at, even before being dragged here; even before turning into something less human and more monster. " Bloody hell. Yer daft git. " Accent heavy on his tongue.

" Y'ain't gonna find what yer lookin' for, not in 'ere. " A pause, the familiar dark mist bristling underneath his skin when he tilted his head to the side, a glimpse of sharp teeth at the fleeting smirk. " Bu I reckon ya could do with a proper wake-up, muppet. "

[blacktalcn]

Taurie pauses for a moment before looking back at him, an accusatory finger raised pointing at his chest as she looks up at him, her frustration boiling into anger. saliva strings from her teeth as her voice escalates, "Yer not tha one needin' answers from 'er!"

His teeth, sharp and ready, and she notices. "Like tha'!" The acolyte's finger shifts in direction from his chest to his mouth, tears welling up in her eyes as her voice begins to break, "Why do ya get to be 'er blade? Why do ya get to sacrifice for 'er?!"

She collapses to her knees, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks as she tries desperately to choke back the sobs. "I-it isn't... fair."

[breakdcwn]

All DnD-Verse Muses

@breakdcwn :

Jeff Johansen - Vampiric Half-Dwarf Paladin : Oath of Redemption {Lawful Good}

Jake Park - Satyr Ranger : Beast Master {Chaotic Good}

Yoichi Asakawa - Kender Cleric : Life Domain {Lawful Good}

@breakcut :

Yui Kimura - Harengon Artificer : Battlesmith {Neutral Good}

Yun-Jin Lee - Tabaxi Bard : College of Eloquence {Lawful Neutral}

Feng Min - Gnome Monk : Way of the Drunken Master {Chaotic Good}

Rika Nishina - Fairy/Fae Wizard : School of Abjuration {Neutral Good}

Claudette Morel - Duergar Druid : Circle of Spores {Lawful Good}

@blacktalcn / Taurie Cain - Shadar-Kai Cleric : Domain of Death {Chaotic Neutral}

@nx-spin / Ji-Woon - Yuan-Ti Bard : College of Glamour {Chaotic Evil}

@condxmnxd :

Rin Yamaoka - Air Genasi Fighter : Samurai {True Neutral}

Sadako Yamamura - Gniefling (Gnome Tiefling) Warlock : The Undying {Neutral Evil}

Kazan Yamaoka - Earth Genasi Barbarian : Path of the Berserker {Lawful Evil}

Adriana Imai - Astral Elf Artificer : Artillerist {Lawful Evil}

Frank Morrison - Deep Gnoblin Rogue : Assassin {Chaotic Evil}

[fluffernuttermemes]

Fluff Interactions

Send a symbol for sender’s muse to…

🫂 hug receiver’s muse

🥩 cook for reciever’s muse

✨ watch the stars with receiver’s muse

🚿 help receiver’s muse wash up

😘 kiss the receiver’s muse (sender specifies where)

💅 do-up the receiver’s muse (with makeup, a nice outfit, sender’s choice)

🪥 brush the hair of the receiver’s muse

✋ hold the hand of the receiver’s muse

🐸 watch wildlife with receiver’s muse

🐶 play with a pet with the receiver’s muse

🔥 wrap a blanket around the receiver’s muse and themselves

🏋️ help receiver’s muse with duties or chores

✍️ get an appreciative text or letter from receiver’s muse

[blacktalcn]

Does anyone know an Adiris rp-er who would wanna rp with a Taurie? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

[blacktalcn]

Idk if this’ll get hate or not, but I low-key ship Adiris and Taurie, even if it’s one-sided👉🏻👈🏻

[memepocalypse]

A Little Bit Fairytale

"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?"

"Are you afraid of me?"

"I've come to blow your house down!"

"Oink oink, little piggies..."

"My, what big teeth you have."

"Your bed was too small."

"Your bed is too big."

"Your porridge is too hot."

"Your porridge is too cold."

"Run, run, as fast as you can!"

"You will go to the ball."

"I'm your fairy godmother."

"Is this your shoe?"

"I made you a dress."

"I want to fall asleep for a hundred years."

"I pricked my finger on a spinning wheel."

"You can't catch me!"

"I left a trail of breadcrumbs."

"Don't worry, we'll get out of here."

"There's tiny people in the walls."

"You have how many dogs?"

"You're just a little frog; and I am a scorpion."

"How could a frog ever trust a scorpion?"

"I got some magic beans!"

"You're a real golden goose."

"I'm going to stick you in the oven and cook you."

"Did you fall in the well?"

"I can hear voices in the walls."

"This isn't helping me sleep."

"I'm tired."

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

[blacktalcn]

"Taurie... Taurie, snap out of it and finish the job!"

The young woman opens her eyes, her attention back to the ceremony before her: a young man tied to a chair, Jordan, surrounded by the inner circle of the Cult of The Black Talon, all of which are now facing her. The heat of embarrassment building a slight condensation underneath the resplendent mask, she re-adjusts her grip on the dagger, the moment of hesitation finally behind behind her.

While the occultist looks into the eyes of her sacrifice, he cannot do the same, only finding the pearlescent of the chromic facade. "Please, you don't have to do this. I won't tell anyone what happened- I-I'll delete the footage. Please!"

Taurie lowers the blade as she inches towards the restrained man, lifting a hand to stroke his cheek. Before he has a moment to register the gloves against his skin, she plunges the kriss into his chest, forcing her weight onto the handle as she whispers in an ancient language, "Šumšu ša bītu."

As the words leave her lips, the forces the knife down his torso, causing blood to spill from his lifeless body... only the blood wasn't falling. Travelling up the blade and past the ornate hilt, the blood continues through the acolyte's gloves, onto her skin. She quickly takes off the mask, the soft clanking of the golden facade echoing as it hits the floor.

Panic is the only thing filling Taurie's mind as she looks around the room, the elders removing their hoods in awe as they rise from their seated positions around the giant sigil. "By the Talon..." she hears one exclaim, whipping her head around to meet his gaze, her arms outstretched in front of her, her palms facing the sky. "What is this," she asks, her voice escalating in tone. "What the hell does this mean?!"

Before she can still herself, the eldest falls to his knees before her, causing further confusion to flood her mind. One by one, the other occultists bow to her, her father being the only one who raised from the formation. "It means you've been chosen, Taurie. Yer no longer a disciple..." His eyes widen in elation as he continues, "You're a priestess of the Talon."

She finally did it. She'd finally proven herself more than just an errand-girl, a follower doing whatever was asked of her. As the new blood coursed along her skin, it formed an intricate spike, elongating into a staff as another pool solidified, fashioning itself into a horned, spindly coronet upon her head. Tears well up in the newly anointed priestess as she looks around to the flock she was now in command of.

"If the Talon wants me to be 'er voice," she smiles, "then Ah will gladly spread word of 'er dominion."

[blacktalcn]

Taurie's lips form a soft grin at the young woman's words, understanding the feeling of spells, rituals, or incantations mot having much of an outward effect. However, she still firmly believed in the powers beyond human understanding long before she was taken. "Oh, but of course."

The acolyte reaches around her back and clasps her fingers around the lip of the ceremonial mask, an eternal reminder of her last deed outside of the Talon's realm. She holds it up towards the other, mixed feelings of both disdain and pride of what she did for the entity. "Ah wore this when she took me... During a sacrifice."

Suddenly, her emotions shifted, a bit of disappointment hanging off her words. "Ah'd done blood rituals before, mah own blood, tha' is, but tha' was tha first time someone else was to be offered." Her eyes begin to light up, a slight twinge of a smile at the corner of her lips, "Before ah could do it, she showed herself. The Black Talon herself had finally appeared to us... and then she took me."

Taurie snaps back to the current moment, having been lost in reminiscence, putting the mask back on the cord that lay gently on her back. "Sorry, ah didn't mean to ramble- but yes, ah've had mah fair share of magick."

[styxisms]

Sable watched calmly and listened. It seemed like she was far more acquainted with this place and the entity that controls it. Looking at the mask was interesting. Sable could vaguely remember seeing pictures online that might have resembled it. But then again, she could be wrong. But the word sacrifice had her listening even more intently.

She had often allowed herself to bleed for so called black magic, even if it was just a show or to possibly let off some steam (and free some emotions that tainted her soul black like tar) but... Someone else? Sable wasn't certain if she could actually kill someone. While she had thought about it before... The idea of doing it had never been overly appealing outside of the moments in which she was totally pissed off.

"So like killing a person for black magic?" She asked. "And you got swallowed up before you got the chance to?" There was a lot to think about on that one. Was this girl in front of her really capable of killing someone?

"So maybe like 2 seconds later, you would have been on the other side... Huh?" She asks, her tone not as serious as it probably should be. "You ever think about trying to do something to one of us? Get a chance to play for the other team?" Not that Sable could blame her, honestly.

[blacktalcn]

A few seconds pass, Taurie's thoughts feeling scrambled. Recalling the moments before her being taken, she tries to make sense of it. Even she isn't sure of what the Talon has had planned for her anymore. "Tha's tha thing..."

"Ah couldn't do it. Ah hesitated, and when I put my... humanity aside, was when The Tal- er, the entity took me."

The acolyte's eyes widen with a sudden realization, a possible sign that had been looking her in the face through the form of her black fog. She wasn't meant to kill. She only ever offered her own body, her own blood, during the gatherings, ceremonies, and rituals she had been involved in.

Her eyes meet Sable's cool, piercing gaze, "She must 'ave put me on tha side of survival fer a reason." Her head droops to a solemn bow, "Tha', and..." a lump forms in her throat, the thought of turning on the others, stuck in this never-ending game of her idol's creation, who were gracious enough to help her, knowing who she was before the fog.

"Ah don't know if ah could cast mah humanity aside. Not again."

[blacktalcn]

Taurie curling up at the campfire with a new sweater bestowed unto her by the entity like:

"Hehe, mum got me a sweater for Christmas."

[memepocalypse]

Bit chilly out

"I'm so cold."

"It's freezing out here."

"My teeth are chattering."

"Oh my god I forgot my scarf."

"I can't stop shaking."

"I need a jacket."

"I am wearing three layers and I'm still cold."

"Do you think anyone would notice if I wore a hot water bottle?"

"I ca-n-n't sto-op sh-hi-ver-vering-"

"I can't feel my fingers."

"I need a hot chocolate."

"Give me that flask."

"I've never been so cold in my life."

"Can I crawl back into bed?"

"I need a heated blanket."

"You're freezing!"

"Here, take my jacket."

"Oh, your hands are cold - let me hold them -"

"I bought you a scarf."

"Here, use my gloves."

"One hot chocolate for you, and one black coffee for me..."

"Hey, look, I'm a dragon!"

"My breath is misting."

"Oh, my god, it's snowing."

"Let's go make snow angels!"

"There's not enough snow for a snowman..."

"Mind the ice -!"

"It's slippy out h- augh!"

"Wheeeee, I'm an ice skater!"

"Careful you don't fall - gotcha!"