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@djai-the-curious
A bit of a placeholder for now, but this is the introduction post
Main blog is @bookworm-driven-insane
I post stuff about my OCs and RP as my OC Djai in here!
Posts IC will be tagged as #in character
Posts OOC will be tagged #out of character
Posts with information about OCs will be tagged #oc ramblings
By the way, I've named the rabbit. Meet Inky. Because of its inky eyes.
Does anyone know what a creature from Apocrypha eats?
"Ink? At least that's what Djai eats. He said anything else just makes him vomit. I suppose he isn't 'from' apocrypha, but close enough." Ziikreh theorized in sign language.
What do you plan to do, once you find your dragon?
"I will do whatever my brother wants to do. And whatever Isabella wants to do, of course. I will follow them where they go. Isa has been urging me to visit a temple of Akatosh, but I'm still not sure if I believe that any of the divines exist. I would also like to keep an eye on Djai. No matter how annoying he is at times, the cat cannot truly care for himself in the state that he is in. I've spoken to him, the real him, when he was more lucid than usual. He seems to do much better when Isa and I are around. When he is alone for too long, he gets. . . Catatonic. I'd like to bring him with us, so he can live the rest of his life, not survive."
Dragon priest, what's your story?
Ziikreh told the following entirely in sign language:
"I was born a commoner. My home was completely destroyed, and I was the sole survivor. I prayed for the gods to save me, but none of them listened. Instead, one of the dragons found me that day. If not for him, I wouldn't have survived. He treated me as a little brother, as if we were family by blood, not just sworn to each other. I was weak and very young, but the bond between us was so strong that he made me his priest. He has always told me that something about me was different, that to him, from that day he found me I seemed like one of the dov. The dragon cult raised me from that point on – they made a great mage and warrior out of me. Though I was never a ruler, never good enough at keeping peace. I let my brother make all of the decisions, too engrossed in my research of soul magic. Binding my and my brother's souls together for eternity seemed a completely intuitive choice to the both of us, it would finally make me one of the dragons, and it did. Regrettably, not long after I could finally join our souls, the dragon war happened. My brother took Alduin's side, he was one of the dragons that were slain. I stayed out of the conflict completely, but the moment he was slaughtered I also fell dead where I was standing, as our souls were connected on a deep level. I laid dead for centuries, until the day Alduin returned – my brother was returned to life, and like him I had awoken, my body restored to its former state. Now me and the dragonborn travel together in search for our brother."
(Turns you into a magical boy)
". . . I enjoy this!"
Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there. Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell. You there. You and me - we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants. We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief. Shut up back there! And what's wrong with him, huh? Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King. Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they've captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us? I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits. No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening. Hey, what village are you from, horse thief? Why do you care? A Nord's last thoughts should be of home. Rorikstead. I'm... I'm from Rorikstead.
...looks like the Thalmor are with him.
General Tullius, sir. The headsman is waiting. Good. Let's get this over with! Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me. Look at him. General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this.
Why are we stopping? Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us.
"Uh-h?"
"No-no-no, not AGAIN!"
"Hi pruzah, briinah. . . ?"
Did you know Hevnoraak and Otar are dead?
Of course I do. And I don't exactly care that they are. They deserved nothing less than the deaths I gave them.
"Kul. Ni tiiraaz fah niin."
"Drem Yol Lok, fellow Dovah Sonaak, but I don't believe we have met before...."
"We have not." Ziikreh shook his head, starting to chew on a strand of his hair anxiously, before switching to signing instead of speaking: "I knew very few priests before death. Did not want anything to do with me, most of them."
"Eh, I have been there as well. I was.....not very popular."
"Popularity is fleeting, so there's no shame in that. I envy those who are remembered now, have done something memorable back in the day. I was never very 'enthusiastic' about my duties. Certainly not as much as other priests. I foolishly let my kin figure it out and hurt people under their tyrannical rule." Ziikreh continued in sign language, shaking his head. "If I didn't let my brother side with Alduin in the war, I would have at least been remembered as a hero by the men of skyrim. Nu zu'u aam faal mer voth dovah zii – serve the 'dragonborn' now. Both men and dov hate me."
Did you know Hevnoraak and Otar are dead?
Of course I do. And I don't exactly care that they are. They deserved nothing less than the deaths I gave them.
"Kul. Ni tiiraaz fah niin."
"Drem Yol Lok, fellow Dovah Sonaak, but I don't believe we have met before...."
"We have not." Ziikreh shook his head, starting to chew on a strand of his hair anxiously, before switching to signing instead of speaking: "I knew very few priests before death. Did not want anything to do with me, most of them."
Did you know Hevnoraak and Otar are dead?
Of course I do. And I don't exactly care that they are. They deserved nothing less than the deaths I gave them.
"Kul. Ni tiiraaz fah niin."
". . . I am starting to understand why Djai likes your kind, miin sunvaar."
The dragon priest motions "cute" in sign language.
( @djai-the-curious )
What?? I am not cute!
"Los qahnaar. . . Brit mulhaan"
"Djai lost pel daar,"
The dragon priest bows politely as a greeting, then hands Mora a paper with a speech Djai was preparing to congratulate them on the upcoming marriage. It is left unfinished but the part that is there is quite heartfelt.
( @djai-the-curious )
Oh, thank you very much... where is Djai if I may ask?
"Wo mindok. . ." Ziikreh sheepishly shruggs, voice filled with uncertainty. "Mey kaaz bo golt rok laan. Vonun fod kras. Fen daal fod pruzah?"
🫵short
Ziikreh seems to be going through the archive of letters Djai has left unanswered. This particular one seems to be a question the khajiit had already answered that was sent again, but the letter still makes the dragon priest laugh when he reads it.
"Daar kaaz los mal, haha."
. . .
For a while, it is completely silent.
The flame of the candles that previously lit the room has long died out, the melted wax was already cold to the touch again. The bookshelves has started to get dusty. Yet, the bloodied – or, rather, ink-stained – bandages that were carelessly tossed onto the table were fresh. Not that it mattered. It was painfully obvious that the khajiit had been gone.
Footsteps broke the silence. They were soft and careful, similar to the khajiit. Perhaps he was finally returning?
But a masked figure walked in instead, purple robes flowing as he lit all the candles with a single motion of his hand.
"Rok ni het. Zu'u fen cos aak erei ok daal."
🫵 Eyeballs!
"Yes, I have more eyeballs than you mortals. Honestly, I don't know how you all survive with just two. I can't imagine only being able to see in one direction."
"I must agree. Having only two eyes was torture, eughhh. . ."
They’re going to marry each other
DAMN IT
licks you
Djai, unsurprisingly, tastes like ink. . . He looks disgusted upon being licked, stepping away.
"Hey now, hold your horses. The only people who are allowed to lick me are my Lord, my wife, and some of my very good friends!"
What is a thoughtful gift you would give to your wife?
"A bottle of aged Theilul. We're not much for drinking, but we do enjoy cellaring wine, whiskey and rum."
