Listen to the loneliness

"She forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying." Indie Roleplay blog for Korra. This blog is firstly for Skyrim, secondarily for LOK. Semi-selective. Multi-fandom friendly. NSFW material like blood, gore, violence, and similar content is present. Writing style is subject to change from conventional format to poetic prose. Tracking gradient-elements and gradientelements.

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|| I’m determined to be somewhat active here again Lookin at those drafts Like this for a starter, though, or message me for a more developed plot idea

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Anerin leaned down, bracing her hands on her thighs.  Now that the fight was over and her adrenaline rush was beginning to wear off, she was beginning to feel more than a little exhausted.  ”First one I’ve seen too,” she commented in response to the other woman, “Yer lucky you missed the dragon…”  If she was going to say anything else, it trailed off when she saw the… thing coming towards them.  Immediately she readied her battleaxe again, just in case it was a threat.

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“A dragon,” she breathes, as if she had yet to ever taste the word. The roaming monstrosities were an unfathomable wonder to her, and an additional excitement to the new world she had been exposed to. Her energy and curiosity proved to be endless, even in her moments of exhaustion, and for a moment, her gaze fell upon the clouded skies above, as if she expected one to swoop down and greet her with the breath of winds so ferocious, they tore skin from bone. Or so the stories foretold. What reason would she have not to believe one slight and awesome detail, if dragons themselves had been proven to roam amongst the living once more? As foolish as it was, the idea of combating a dragon sent her into a flurry of appreciative awe, so much so, that as she returned her stare to the woman before her, the bulbous white mass moving towards her went relatively unnoticed, until the whole of it came fumbling down upon Korra, knocking her into the snow that had already been nearly waist-deep to her. A large white dog, made more massive in appearance by the snow that clumped and stuck to its fur, sat upon the female it had plowed over, and seemed to content to loll its tongue about, until it spotted the axe. A fluid and easy body-language became stiff and alert, and with its nose ducked towards the ground, it back off, long enough for the darker-skinned wanderer to pop her head back above the snow, and suck in a frigid, irritable breath, and rush to explain the appearance of the creature, apparently used to having others hop on the offensive when confronted with the dog-like being. “She’s fine, I swear, we travel together, she’s not some random bear thing mauling me.”

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The actions of the odd bear were amusing, at least. Or maybe it was his natural affinity for animals talking. His gaze switched back and forth between Korra and the mammal repeatedly, until he saw her attempts at proving her lack of agression, he lowered the outlandish knife, but neglected to sheath it. Admittedly, the creature piqued his curiosity. It seemed tame, and this woman was no Bosmer. How had she done it?

Amralas had failed to notice the fact that she was injured, instead leaning back against the half-interred rock that had been his previous perch, still eyeing her suspiciously. Many bandits could masquerade superbly at seeming vulnerable, harmless even. 

"You act like you’ve never seen an assassin before." He remarked. It wasn’t like he was a crazed killer or a total savage. He needed sustenance, even if it came from the human races or his fellow mer he killed. "This land is ripe with fools who take the side of those damn Altmer. Some of them even seem like they’re proud of it. How do I know you’re not one of their plants?"

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She eyed body-language with fervor, something she had never had to do prior to her outlandish trek. In turn, she braced herself against the tree with an aim to soften her posture. It eased the rage of her wound, and her once severe expression crippled into a state of debate and young inquiry. Her companion, seeming completely eased by the individual not too far away from them, flopped onto the earthy ground, and scratched a smaller foot against a floppy ear. “Maybe it’s because I haven’t. I mean I think one of the people I lived near used to be an assassin, or something like that, but it isn’t a commodity for me.” She scrunches her nose in a less-than-dismissive effort to follow is trail of speech. Dumbness did not plague her; purely innocence on the trials of the land. The crowned valley that once occupied her home had been far too isolated, and as she stretched her boundaries, she became astonished with how much had been hidden away from her. Dialects, species, careers, the threats of the world. She shuffled her feet, and peeked her head down, searching at her feet to the roots of the tree that wove out from the base of the plant she felt, with misinterpretation, that she had been compared to. “I thrive off of sun and water – but okay – I mean are you okay? I look nothing like a plant. You should be resting instead of hunting or babbling about Altmer.”

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At first glance, Ellie could see just how much work and thought had been put into making this place secure. She wondered for a fleeting moment just how long her newly-made companion had been here for. It had something of a homey atmosphere to it, but that didn’t sway Ellie from staying on her guard. She had no clue if there was someone lurking behind one of the rotted out cars, or if Korra hadn’t brought her here for something more than just a friendly gesture. Smothering the question in her mind of why Korra’s voice chimed so cheerily, she leaned against the grey car, her backpack still on her shoulders. “What does she eat, normally?” Pointing a thumb to Naga, her gaze lingered on the dog as she tried coming up with ideas of what kind of food could keep a dog that size…well, that size and healthy. Most of the dogs she’d seen at the Boston QZ were half-starved most of the time, and even then only got scraps if they were lucky. The thought of being given food for practically nothing was…well, she wasn’t sure. Off-putting wasn’t the right word, because she couldn’t suspect Korra wanted or needed anything Ellie might actually have. Kind was a word that just sounded wrong to her. Kind people in this day and age? Well…she knew it wasn’t that far-fetched…and she realized a large part of her was hoping beyond hope that it was true. She needed a friend right now, and maybe Korra could give her that kind of companionship.

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“She needs more than I do. She’s probably responsible for a majority of any of the small game I even get,” she confessed, sprinkling some of the feathers into the discreetly ongoing fire, if for nothing more than the fascination of watching their structure shrivel in horror at the heat of the flame. “So I give her a larger portion of the game. I’ll have a couple legs, or something, and she’s pretty content with the rest. I found a book in a scorched library. Some of the pages aren’t readable, but it has tons of information on safe plants to eat. A lot of them are around here. Since she can’t eat plants, or canned food that’s vegetation-oriented, it just makes sense to me that she gets the more suitable stuff.” Most people, she realized, did not place so much weighted importance on their animals. She could hardly ever come to associate Naga purely as a pet, however. When the pheasant was relatively clear of the feathers she wanted to bother with, she took to robbing it of its legs and wings. “Since I’m moving on from here, I can get rid of a good portion of whatever I have tonight. Don’t want too much weight.” She looked up from the bird, eyebrows high. Now that she had someone to converse with, it was almost hard to drop away from any silly thought that crossed her mind, especially when she was so used to vocalizing them to Naga without any judgmental concern. “I found fifteen cans of diced pears in the back of someone’s car when I accidentally hit their trunk. Fifteen. What the hell were they gonna do with all those in their car? Must’ve been forever ago. I have just – a whole nine left. I mean how hungry are you? I think cracking four tonight will be enough to reduce the weight and keep us going.”

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Reblog if your muse has had a near death experience.

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(hisnameisdavid) "It's alright. There's no need to be hostile."

“No need to be hostile? Are you kidding me? I’m pretty sure growing  a backbone and getting hostile is what’s gotten me this damn far, and I almost just got my head taken off.”She spoke much louder than necessary, without heavy consideration for their whereabouts, irate over circumstance with hands splayed out from her sides; universally taken for aggression."I’m about to knock your block off.”

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the p’li braid idea was taken from makanidotdot’s drawings. im so into all these hairstyles for korra uhnhg

also korra gets super nice cheekbones when she grows older

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"Can I kiss you?"

Pulling hair behind her ear, Asami looked down to her feet. Did she really just ask that? Maybe she heard wrong. God, she hoped not.“Wait-? What? I mean??” She breathed in sharply looking up, her face hot from blushing.

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"Or, or not, ahah, you know, you could totally just pass that off." Maybe if she lunged out of the window to her left, the question could be forgotten and discarded by both. She did not believe her crooked smile could become any more estranged. Her eyes grew wild at the slightest apprehension, and she waved her hands with tense passiveness. Growing up away from the majority of civilization clearly did not cater favourably to her social skills.

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"Can I help you?" 

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"Funny you should ask. I've actually lost my dog out here. I'm not familiar to the area at all. Something spooked her, and she took off into the forest. You're actually the first person I've seen our here. Have you seen a a giant fluff of white on four legs? She's a Labrador... Mix. Thing. It's hard to miss her."

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For all my roleplay partners:

Never hold your muse back. For real. If your muse wants to lash out at mine, or kiss mine, or tell mine a horrible secret, or slam mine against a wall — go for it. Don’t ever feel like I’ll get your reply and judge you or your muse. 

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Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.

Princess Arianne Martell (via mutantism)

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"I should be able to fit it in my pack." He took it from her and carefully slid it into his bag. "I wonder what in Oblivion could be up that far?"

Maybe it was the key to some kind of trap, and that's why this person had been so eager to get rid of it. Well, too late now, he'd already agreed to help her. Although his curiosity outweighed any paranoia he had. 

"I don't believe I caught your name," he said as he started climbing up with her. 

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Relief caused her once rigid disposition to move much more fluidly. She gave the other a smile, and cast her hand against her brow, squinting into the sun that, past the height of noon, began sliding off into the opposing horizon bit by bit. The mountain stood to partially block the harsh rays of the sun, leaving Korra’s peering stare less apprehended. The silhouette of the mountain offered her no answer as to what secrets it held. Like her new companion, her curiosity outweighed any apprehension. As far as she was concerned, the world was in her hands to mold and expand upon. Exploration became her life’s aspiration against the will of the ghosts of her past. “Hopefully something worth the while. But really, even this view is. Could be some God-icon for all I know. Maybe there’s treasure we could split.” Or a death to share. Foot into the crack of a rock, she pulled herself onto the next ledge, locating the small makeshift path she had come up the mountain on in the first place. Her footprints stood bold against the snow. “I don’t think I caught yours either. My name is Korra, though. Nice to meet a friendly face.”

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  Nath looked at the other girl, trying to figure out were she was from and what she could possibly want. By the colour of her skin she thought she was probably from Dorne, or perhaps even from the Summer Islands. That creature of hers, though, she had no idea of where it could be from, but it didn’t seem dangerous.

  When she heard to her predicament Nath wondered how hard sailing a both could be to end up in the exact opposite of your destination. She met sailors everyday, but they were man and often she heard that a woman on a ship was a bad omen, perhaps that was the reason why she had arrived to Braavos instead of the place she was longing for.

  “Oh, sure, there are plenty of inns and taverns I could show you if that’s what you want… But I’m not sure if they would get it in.” She said, pointing out to her furry friend. “May I ask, what kind of creature is that? I have never seen anything like that.” Perhaps dogs were something similar but she had never seen one of such size, of that she was sure.

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She looked to her companion with something akin to forlorn debate. Of course, she had been sleeping beneath the stars for so long that she had not even considered the lodging of the furry thing. But the creature’s weakness certainly did not lie in the coldness of any night, for the chill of snow was their home better apart from any dismal land that they trekked upon. She was slowly bettering her own disposition, reflecting upon her plighted adventure. It had been her fault for not properly identifying the ship’s course. She was paying the price. As a land she had never stepped foot into, however, Korra opened herself to the better possibilities. Pessimism did not thrive long in her youthful heart.

Her expression relaxed as she glanced to the side at the companion, whom of which had then been regarding the stranger with an oddly sentient curiosity, having been notable brought to attention in the conversation. Korra reached over and rubbed a floppy ear. “She’ll survive outside.” Maybe Korra could squish her in through a window if she were to be gifted with such on a ground floor. It would only be for a night, until she could re-gather her own bearings, right? “I’m not sure, actually. The monks I lived with said she might have originated from beyond the Northern walls of Westeros.” She kept the claim of origin vague. Korra could be talkative, but considerate of foreign ears. To trust easy was to have a blade in the back just as well. “She acts like a dog, so that’s what I call her. Aside from Naga. That’s her name.” Quickly feeling foolish over her supposedly humorous commentary, Korra felt her face heat, and stood from where she leaned against the creature, swiping a hand along her cheek as if to erase the warm embarrassment. “Do you work at an inn yourself? You seem pretty native to here. If you’re up to it, I wouldn’t mind being shown around. You’re kinder than a lot of people I’ve run into.”