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[elderlionblood]

🕵  ----- my fingers are itching or write Ciri again. 

[maharixl-blog]

         “I said, it’s not what it looks like.”

Though what the shemlen woman thinks it looks like, Eloren isn’t sure. Could be anything, really. But then before anything else is said, she throws the knife with barely a glance at the rope, cutting it and the man falling to the ground. He lets out some kind of embarrsed and scared, and maybe slightly nausated noise as he scrambles into something of a sitting position and unties the rope around his leg, before scurrying off with nary a word.

          “He accidentally stepped in one of my traps.” Eloren says after a moment, to clear the air as to what really happened. 

[elderlionblood]

     Ciri could not hold back her body to wince a little and back off as she saw the man falling to the ground, it did not seem like he was injured but it did hurt for sure. An uncomfortable feeling ran down her spine and she quickly shook her body to get this feeling off. What she thought didn’t really matter much in this situation, nothing of this did but she somehow saw the person in front of her in a complete different light now - no matter how bad she tried not to, knowing the truth now - if it was true after all. 

   “ Well you need to agree that this does look pretty strange - and by all what I know, you Elf’s have some kind of addiction to strange things, don’t you?” 

[maharixl-blog]

@elderlionblood - liked for a starter

               “Ok, so this is exactly not what it looks like.”

               What it looks like is the Warden standing next to a half naked man,                who was dangling upside down from a rope tied in a tree, swaying                and looking like he might be sick. She shrugs, a throwing knife in                her hand. 

               “I’m trying to cut him down.”

[elderlionblood]

        “ You know what, no wait, stop right there --- “ 

Eyes wandering back and forth between the two of them, not really sure how to interpret this whole thing, was this some kind of adventure? Were these the Fereldener ways of being intimate with each other? She had no idea and she was kind glad that she did not. Whatever the two of them were playing over there, Ciri would not take any part in this, slowly taking a few steps backwards. 

   “ You know, the two of you just go ahead do -- the think and I .:.” 

[elderlionblood]

"Have I forgiven? Yes, I have managed to FORGIVE and control my own wrath. I did not just kill blinded by hatred. Yet I did have my VENGEANCE , and I will have it. By my own way."

Indie Ciri Roleplay Blog, multi-verse, est june 2015, revamped april 2016

[elderlionblood]

        ooc. slowly getting back on track. this blog will be a mess for a little longer. pardon my lame ass. I return after 8 months- tons of work to do. 

[thequarrelsome-deactivated20161]

so probably i’m not going to get more popular by talking about this? but you know what? it doesn’t really matter… i think it’s really sad what the witcher fandom has turned into. i thought i was alone with my opinion, being just generally grumpy, but no, now i know this issue has poisoned the experience of other people. 

i can safely say, i miss the OLD witcher fandom, where there was only about four or five of us, and yes, we wished to have a bigger fandom, but what is the point honestly, when you can’t actually get rp out of it??

yes, of course, people rp what they want and focus on what they want, but when a fandom is degraded to nothing but constant shipping and smut back and forth between all characters who are willing and IGNORING the ones who actually want to rp a story line without any romance involved is SAD and honestly pretty crap.

dear majority of the current witcher fandom, you are your little brothel club, have zero interest in actually honouring the characters you play, degrading them into an alias in a dating simulator, all you care about who can be the next person your muse can hump.

congratulations, you have alienated people away from wanting to interact with this fandom, even myself who is actually supposed to be in this fandom!

[thequarrelsome-deactivated20161]

*covers up real feelings with aggressive sarcasm*

[kovir]

Cirilla Fiona Ellen Riannon, heir to Nilfgaard’s throne, chose the life of a witcher, on the Path. Geralt taught her all he knew, every skill he possessed, then each set off on their own. Soon word of the ashen-haired witcheress had spread throughout the North, from the Yaruga to the mountains of Kovir.

[arcaenelle-a]

Lethargy

@elderlionblood closed starter

     In the wee hours of the night there he sat, watching from his perch by the edge of bed the outside candles flooding the streets with amber light past his window. The constant hubbub of excitement and music booming from the first floor seemed to bother him little, although Avallac’h himself would rather steer clear from celebrations when alcohol was involved. Such a vile drink, it was, addling the minds of men and turning them into nothing but a hoard of two-footed pigs. In secret, the elf regretted not having ripped that drinking habit from his ward when he could, not that it would have worked, but alas, it was too late now.

     Closing his eyes for a bit, the sage allowed himself some quiet in his thoughts, but it lasted no longer than a few seconds time. The battle against the Hunt hadn’t yet come to a close, and any sort of celebration before Eredin’s head was on a spike meant little to him. To think that there was even a time the two worked together… dark times those were. The days would go by as hundreds of human beings dropped dead by the passing seconds. Children, women, men… Age was no excuse of a shield when it came to conquering.

     Losing track of time, an abrupt noise coming from outside of his door snapped the elf out of his reverie, pale aquamarine hues lifting only to find a familiar face ambling – or rather, tottering – into his room with a bottle clutched in one hand. His eyes narrowed in a squint of disapproval, head angling to the side a fraction all the while he kept his gaze trained on the young woman. For a moment it seemed as though she was losing her footing, and that was when the elf bolted upright wide-eyed, lunging to catch her if she fell.

     The reckless girl had done it again… had her fill of alcohol and now she could barely stand. Oh what a splendid way to begin his evening.

[elderlionblood]

Alcohol seemed like a wonderful solution for everything, it chases away those bad thoughts during the day but also kept her nightmares which hunted her down day by day, away from her dreams. It made her laugh and feel so feathery light as if nothing ever happened to her. Life has been cruel to her indeed yet she always managed to fight herself out of it, she was a brave one for sure, a strong one. While others long would have been shattered she never gave up. Yet, days like those, where she just wanted to be normal for once and looked to deep into her glass filled with wine, those days also showed that she was just as fragile as any other twenty year old would be. 

The only negative side effect it had was the day after, but this day was not yet and would not come any time soon. The hoard of celebrating people behind her, strangers at first, but alcohol brought people together, bawled out as soon as she decided to leave them behind and to turn her friends for this night into strangers again. Maybe there was another negative side effect to this, which was that she barley could walk straight and it was mure a stumbling than a walking which did lead her to her door. As she finally managed it to open it she stumbled in to - by her own surprise - she found Avallac’h in her bed. Not knowing that her actual bed was two door from this one but she did not realize this at all. “I know you! At least I think I do? Oh yes Aval- Aval-” 

Her tongue stumbled over itself just like her feet a few seconds ago, as she was not even able to speak her friends name, the only thought that spread within her mind was the fought of a warm bed and sleep. Still thinking that this indeed was her room - which was not - she shrugged it off quickly and tried to pulled her shirt over her head in hope to find the security of her blankets just right after, but clumsy as she was when she was drunk, she got stuck in it and managed it to tangle herself within the fabric while she stumbled closer to the Elf in front of her. 

“ W-Who did turn of the lights? It suddenly is so dark what happened. However there is, I am a Witcher! Be careful you should not play prank on me like this. I got a sword - somewhere.” 

[aithreachas-a]

Atreus shrugged rather good naturedly, showing that he honestly meant no harm. While he did have position and power in the courts—partly from being a Knight Commander and partly because of his Melchor status he used neither unless it was for the benefit of the Inquisition.

“I am always on the eye out for books really, old things, rare things. I managed to misplace-” lose when my place of residence burned down “-a lot of my old collection and would like to start a new one.”

[elderlionblood]

“Books? Old Things? I doubt I am the right person for such things but who knows, I can try. Not used to smuggle -- I meant to legally get such things over the borders but if I find something interesting I for sure will let you know”, she said with a bow of her head towards the male, “But if you ever need something ... delicate, do not be too shy to ask either.” 

It was almost a casualness which made Ciri offer her talents to high ranked people, it is not something she liked to do but she had to do, smugglers you can find on each corner, they will replace you faster than you can spell coin, the only difference between her and the others, was her audaciousness and boldness, and she would make a good use of it. 

[aithreachas-a]

He gives her a small nod.

“Might I perhaps enquire about your goods then lass?  I am always on the look out for interesting odds an ends.”

[elderlionblood]

A rather shocked expression wandered through her face, she had no idea who that person was, and if he would find out what kind of goods she sold, and he had some power on court, she would probably end up in prison for a few days.

“I- ... Those are exclusive orders for the Inquisitor but I am sure, that if you tell me what exactly you are looking for Sir, I can get it to you within a week. “ 

[rebelliontales-blog]

   ‘If you knew who I was or what I’ve been through, you’ll see     that those things aren’t jokes.’ Not that she was going to dive     into her past with the other, not yet. Stern expression, one     much rather of concern, softens as she sits down next to     the ashen blonde, ‘Cheatin’ on me with cake?’ She repeats     brows knitted, ‘Should just shove it on your cheek, yeah?’ 

[elderlionblood]

      Now she’s smiling, took a minute but it’s a better           change, ‘You goin’ to tell your father you married cake?’

   Her eyes rolled back as she just let out a sigh, shaking     her   head at the other   before looking   in her eyes with     a rather   serious expression   drawn into   hers. “Come     on Elf Girl, stop being so serious all the time. LIFE  is     way too short for all this. How        boring would it be if     I couldn’t  make  fun  of you? Past is past, I don’t give    a damn about my past,  I  kick  it  in  the balls and run     away. Just like you should too. - And   don’t you dare     to waste this precious piece of art on my face!   --   “ 

   “ He would probably send this guards  and lock me        up in one of his dungeons if he would just find out        half of those stuff I did here. And of course he will       tell me all day long what a disgrace I am to him. “ 

[elderlionblood]

@rebelliontales​

  ‘Someone else? If I’m thinkin’ what you’re meanin’     you can move on then. I can move on. I don’t go     with this back & forth crap. & if you have to think     if you want them or I, then don’t bother with me.     No sharin’ ‘ere.’

     “ Oh come on Sera, why so serious suddenly?            I was trying to make a joke and tell you that            I am cheating on you with this cake here.            You are quite a possessive one ain’t you? ” 

Raising her brow at the female with quite an amused grin on her lips as she nudged her from the side, not stopping until she got all of her attention just to shove a piece of the cake up her mouth. 

      “ I told you, it is that good, marriage             material don’t you think? “ 

[rebelliontales-blog]

        Jail –

        as if that was a real place that existed. As a child the other elves always told her that if she was not careful then the guards would catch her, throw her behind bars and throw away the key. What many failed to realize however was she was a skilled rogue, and one that she was CERTAIN could break a lock and free herself from said bars. ‘Please, they get me behind bars & they ain’t lettin’ me go no where. But, you’d miss me so you’d get me free.’ She’s shorter, so she turns to look up at Ciri with a pleased grin. 

       ‘But, that won’t happen! These people are too idiot to realize what would hit ‘em, literally.’ A fun game she could play, but holds back for now. Maybe when they’re about to leave? Go out with a bang! Food was the priority however, ‘You sayin’ you want me to steal somethin’ for you? I don’t like you that much.’ A joke & while she is confident she could steal something e a s y, it would take a two people to succeed. Hand reaches for Ciri’s wrist where she lightly tugs her along to follow, ‘We will get the cleanest bed, I assure you. Breakin’ into taverns? Easy, now listen…’Once stepped aside she let’s Ciri’s wrist go, leaning in closer so tone is followed by a whisper.

        ‘I can steal lots. You think’ what I’m thinkin’?’

[elderlionblood]

     “ You know, I lived without my father for years and did not come back even if I could have, I missed him yes, but I still stayed strong. So why do you think I would free you from the bars? I would rather sell your bow and go in the next tavern for a drink”, she said with a teasing grin and nudges the female from the side. With a quick move of her arm she lied her hand onto the girls head and messed up her head, really badly. Ciri would lie if she would say it was not nice to have a companion of her own but the two of them were too much alike, too much of a trouble maker, it wouldn’t need much longer before one of them really is going to end up in the dungeons. 

     “ Think what you think? The only thing I really can think          about now are those delicious looking sausages and wine. “ 

She had to try hard to not to drool or moan out load as she just stood in front of those delicious looking market stand but sadly, she was a horrible thief so this time she had to fully trust on Sera so she looked back over her shoulder, eyeing the Elf, “You got me on clean bed, so what do I have to do? I will do it, want me to kill? Give me the dagger and it is done”, she said jokingly but she wasn’t so sure herself if it really was just a joke, the two of them hadn’t seen a white bed and warm water in weeks. 

[thereasxnableone-blog]

       “ you, an disaster?? N E V E R. “ they didn’t ONLY teached her how to curse, they taught her how to FIGHT, to make potions, and HE together with geralt and of course ( yennefer ) teached her how to be polite, geralt taught her how to be… well, sarcastic… literally. “ i’ll drink for that… ” he raised his glass. “ to the best curser in the world. ” and smirked as he brought his glass to his lips.

[elderlionblood]

Rolling her eyes with an amused grin on her redish lips as she raised her glass in agreement before she yet took a sip of her wine as well,·“That is true, I am far from being a disaster, I am simply awesome.” With a cocky grin she met his gaze, they were her family, no matter what some rich ass in Nilfgaard tried to tell her, those rough and good for nothing IDIOTS here were everything she ever cared for, they might thaught her how be a Witcher, but that all doesn’t matter as much as they took her in and cared for as if they were their own FAMILY.·

[elderlionblood]

starter for @vigiilance

   “  A warden hm? Aren’t you guys like the         nations heroes or something like that? “

She scoffed a little and leaned back against the wall while looking at the male with curious glances, she was in this way too huge castle for quite a few days now but she found it quite stuffily, everybody was so nice and hero like, she wanted to scream but this would just make her look like the idiot here.  Ciri joined her special friend, Sera, to stay here for a while, she didn’t knew why she agreed but a warm bed and free food never seemed to fail when it comes to trying to convince her. 

   “  Are you some kind of hero too? ever         killed a demon or the wild hunt?         cause I did and nobody calls me a hero. “ 

[elderlionblood]

starter for @crcwnedsacrifice​

Normal woman collected clothes or shoes or jewels, but Ciri was far from being defined as normal anyways, she was the type of girl who would collect weapons instead. She had not much and slept in the woods most of the time but as soon as she saw a nice sword or a bow, she would give her last penny for it. As she saw this one special bow, it was love at the first sight and she only had eyes left for it as she wandered over to the man who carried it on the back, “Damn you look so good I want to cry”, she said out loud, talking to the bow like nobody else would exist. Before she realized that this might have come off as weird or that she might look like talking to it’s owner she quickly shook her head to wake up from her day dream where she was running through the woods already, with the said bow on her back. 

   “ Oh don’t worry I am not a weird one I just...          talked to your bow -- “