* —— no mercy.

you like to dance close to the fire, don't you?

[cunari]

cunari‌:

all my queued posts are… gone? just… gone. uh, okay. if you liked that starter call please don’t unlike it because i have to redo them all. this is fine. this is so fine.

i’ll have them done tonight at some point, i’m really annoyed right now so i’m just gonna be hiding out @ @berahtu​.

[cunari]

all my queued posts are... gone? just... gone. uh, okay. if you liked that starter call please don’t unlike it because i have to redo them all. this is fine. this is so fine.

[halrhjarta]

            WAR has clawed into your  h o l l o w e d  chest, torn you shred by porcelain shred. the FIRE that consumes you is anything but holy, and the cross you bear is shaped like the world you lost. stand before the masses, let them remember who you are. only ONE man has ever managed to chain you, and you killed him for it. — SWALLOW YOUR IRE BEFORE IT CHOKES YOU ( the same way it choked your father )      / / /       independent elder scrolls: v original character. written by billie.

[cunari]

cunari‌:

sometimes i think about making my breton healer oc.

i’m doing it because 2020 is about having fun.

[cunari]

sometimes i think about making my breton healer oc.

[cunari]

[cunari]

         starter  call,  length  will  probably  be  on  the  shorter  side.

[cunari]

respect your healers, that is all.

[cunari]

old memes. ↳ @luckydxy​ asked:  ❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜

   the  dunes  of  elsweyr  are  a  dangerous  place, and while the brotherhood and thieves guild have shops set up here  ---  the safety doesn’t come from a lack of bandits or familiarity of usual suspects. the danger lies in the creatures of the sands and the dragons that soar far above it all.  ❛  thoughts  won’t  matter  when  you’re  dead,  ❜  laresa speaks with a surprising cold tone as she keeps low to the sand. peering over the rock wall, those narrow eyes see what slumbers as she motions for the imperial thief to follow her. a red dragon is laying there waiting for something, for someone  ---  she has no doubt that the vicious beauty has already heard the sand’s disruption in their walking. anticipation and yet, the bosmer holsters her weapon.  ❛  the  worst  has  just  begun,  and  i  don’t  feel  like  tempting  herma-mora  by  pissing  off  a  flying  beacon  of  death.  ❜

[cunari]

laresa is a follower of the green pact and if you try feeding her veggies she will bite you.

[cunari]

sotha sil: exists. resa: can i have a dovahfly???

[cunari]

dcmination‌:

@cunari​ ♥ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ.

a hallowed, blackened crown at the bottom of sea of blood. it was the same image she saw over and over again in her dreams. perhaps nightmares were best to describe the horrors she saw at night, always haunted by the prince who had taken everything from her, but had given so much more. a solid night’s sleep was often missed, as her bed was often not but the floor of a forest, covered by a cave or makeshift shelter. to be in a room with a fire and mattress to lay her weary body upon, it had been a blessing and much needed to continue her way of life.

morning had come, the sun waking her, alongside the sound of the rooster in the distance. it had been the first time in months that she had woken up in a cold sweat. slowly, she moved from the comfort, as she only deserved so much and daren’t take more than that. there was still plenty to be done - many to find and bring to light the beauty of her master.  grabbing her mace, she placed it in her holster, covered should anyone recognize just what evil she carried. black leather covered her body, hood brought up and over her head and a cowl blocking her nose and mouth. only charcoal gaze remained - black enough to consider an abyss.  walking down to the main foyer of the inn, the dunmer looked around, figuring she should partake in one more drink before heading on her way. riverwood was not her favourite place to be, but the sleeping giant never seemed to ask questions, as if it held secrets of its own. that suited her just fine.  grabbing a tankard of ale, she situated herself in the back corner of the inn, simple stalking and scanning, as if prowling for her next prey. 

        the  sun  would  rise  on  bloodied  remains  of  the  forsworn, those who’d watched the wall had an arrow in the eye or somewhere lodged in the head. those foolish enough to be awake had their viscera strewn around by blades. their souls were not headed for places like sovngarde or to whichever daedric prince had claimed them. their leader, a hag by the name of cairna would be found headless. the head, in question laid in the bosmer’s hand well... that hand was tangled in hair, but nonetheless it was on her person. the innkeeper had wanted a head for the soul they stole and laresa nightrun would oblige.         it almost made her think of the days when mehrunes dagon worshippers were the height of her problems. or the harpies. oh, the harpies were fun. she doesn’t linger long in her own thoughts as the inn comes into view, dark eyes falling shut in relief at the familiarity it brought with it. as the door opens, she can feel gazes on her as a cowled figure with a head hanging from hair in hand doesn’t exactly breed feelings of warmth. there’s a look of relief on the innkeeper though as the figure moves towards her, free hand removing the hood from her head. the trickster glances around --- locals mostly, with one other adventurer.           there’s not much said between the two as the bosmer receives her payment as well as a bit of food before taking a seat not too far from the hooded figure. she shoves some of the meat into her mouth and swallows before finally addressing them.  ❛  where  d’ya  hail  from,  strang’ah?  ❜  make it seem like she’s little more than a curious, merc-for-hire local, it’d be easier -- in theory.

[cunari]

one of the most insidious things that laresa does is soul gem captures. she sells them to the mages guild, she knows it’s a horrible fate but she can’t be bothered to care.

[rosources]

i’m staying in tonight. i won’t stop you from leaving.

i know that i’m not what you wanted, am i?

it’s not worth the effort to lie.

you don’t have to remind me so much how i disappoint you.

i think if i ruin this that i know i can live with it.

maybe the emptiness is just a lesson in canvases.

maybe it’s all gonna turn out alright. i know that it’s not, but i have to believe that it is.

i can’t tell the difference when i’m all alone.

is it real or a dream? which is worse?

when i turn out the lights, there’s no one left between myself and me.

i know you don’t understand, because you don’t believe what you can’t see.

when you watch me throwing punches at the devil, it just looks like i’m fighting with me.

there’s a comfort in failure.

i know you were trying to help but you’re only making it worse.

you can’t even imagine how badly it hurts.

even you couldn’t manage to pull the fuse from the back of my head.

when you tell me you loved me, i wanted so bad to believe it.

tell me you love me. tell me you loved me.

nobody’s worried about me.

i shouldn’t have built a house in the middle of your chest.

you’re everything i want and i’m all you dread.

the harder i swim, the faster i sink.

my heart is gonna eat itself.

it’s just me, the vacant and nobody else.

i know what’s in my cannibal chest.

do i turn into light if i burn alive?

what’s it like to be empty, full of only echoes?

i could have sworn the sirens were the holy ghost just speaking in morse code.

if i scream a little louder i know you would have heard it.

if i could do what i want, i would become an electrician. i’d climb inside my ears and rearrange the wires in my brain.

a different me would be inhabiting this body.

i was just wondering if there’s any way that you made a mistake.

if it makes me feel better, how bad could it be?

i’m not fooled when you tell me you’re glad i came.

am i honest or just a hypocrite?

there is nowhere i can hide from your humiliating grace.

i didn’t see the point in trying to save myself.

damn it, we are gonna figure something out if it takes me all night.

as long as you’re not tired yet of talking, it helps to make it hurt less.

when is it too many times to tell you that i think of you every night?

i could be cruel. i could make you hate me.

it’s not that i think i’m good. i know that i’m evil.

i swear to god, i think i’m gonna die.

i’m conducting an experiment on how it feels to die.

try to stay calm, because nobody knows the violent partner you carry around.

i take it all back. i changed my mind.

i wanted to stay.

[cunari]

  ❛  you’re  not  bad  with  a  sword,  ❜  laresa remarks with a tilt of her head, she’s cautious as she doesn’t want to add to any inflated ego there might be. she shifts, holstering her own daggers. her gaze lands on the horizon before looking towards him once more, ❛  where  are you  headed,  exactly?  it’s  dangerous  to  travel  alone  these  days.  ❜  //  @demonslayvr​: sc.

[cunari]

   ❛  don’t  get  me  wrong,  elsweyr  is  nice  ---  it’s  hot,  they’ve  got  good  drink  and  real  exotic  meat  but...  it’s  the  sand:  it  gets  everywhere.  ❜  laresa remarks with a shake of her head, baandari wasn’t so bad but she’d be lying if the sand didn’t get annoying. it always had ended up in weird places too. her quiver, her cowl, oh and her mouth.   ❛  there’s  dragons  and  just... why  are  we  going  there,  again?  ❜  //  @diviinitas​: sc.

[cunari]

        ❛  morrowind  ---  the  land  of  war  and  poetry,  ❜  and too many noble houses with too many specific tasks assigned to them. the bosmer remembers the land not for it’s people, but it’s landscapes; hellish volcanoes and sky-scraping mushrooms. she also remembers ending up in clockwork city and the icy feeling of endless waves of darkness, thank you nocturnal. a faint glow, mischievous and full of ideas, is in the bosmer’s eyes.  ❛  you’re  a  long  way  from  home  then,  where  y’headed?  ❜  //  @inerevarine​: sc.