Gold etched in Bone

[knightofbone]

Loyalty at any cost...

Independent Fandomless dark fantasy OC Blog written by @starflesrphub. Icon by @slightly-gay-pogohammer

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About

Leclaire is a knight of the highest honor underneath Zara of Bone, a powerful necromancer queen. He is preparing himself for his ultimate purpose... A keystone in a dark ritual. But is there more to this ritual than he knows?

Rules

No NSFW asks. Suggestive stuff is alright, but nothing outright NSFW please. I’d rather keep that to Direct Messages, and only if I feel comfortable with you.

No godmodding or metagaming, please.

This is a multiship blog! Have fun!

 Please do not use any muses as a “punching bag.” No godmodding either. I’m not here to make you look good.

Leclaire is (currently) sort of a bad guy! He will do things that I don't agree with, so keep this in mind!

[knightofbone]

((updated Leclaire’s design a bit! Here he is!!!))

[knightofbone]

sorry for not being on for a solid month. let's get this bread.

[wylkstone]

. . . ADD THAT TO THE SEEMINGLY EVER-GROWING LIST of horrible things he has witnessed . . . Hunters were cool, but perhaps Nata forgot too often that hunting was a grueling and dangerous job when the time came to raise arms. He romanticized the job like that, so the sight of a monster rended by its prey, and said prey covered in the blood of his foe . . . serves to remind him that even Hunters must err on the side of caution.

A hand having raced up to squeeze the pendant around his neck, the apprentice hunter gently clutches his throat with the other, feeling the instinctual urge to gag. He stifled it, and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to made the image burned into them fade.

How his heart weeps for poor Soshi, one of the Keepers who had perished in far more gruesome a fashion. "It . . . it was necessary I imagine." He admits. Nata is far less concerned that the monster was a subject of study. He's more focused on wanting to erase the memory from his mind . . .

[knightofbone]

Leclaire whips out a handkerchief to wipe off his armor, but it's no use, isn't it? He sighs dejectedly.

"No good... I suppose I'll clean up later. Why don't we get away from this sorry sight? I doubt that it'll be long before the carrion beasts arrive to dine anyhow."

He wants to extend a hand for the boy to shake, but thinks better of it.

"Ser Leclaire. And you are...?"

[knightofbone]

|| Leclaire, and therefore, Zara's weapon of choice, bone magic, is inspired a lot by The Locked Tomb!

[blackvelvetofnight]

[sluttily rests my wrist on the pommel of my sword] hi

[knightofbone]

@wylkstone started following you

"Oh dear... I was sincerely hoping you wouldn't have to see that."

Leclaire sheathes his sword and approaches the boy, but doesn't draw too close. He is covered in gore after all.

"Listen, that thing I assume you were trying to study... It was being awful bothersome, and it damn near killed me too! So while I was in its mouth I used my magic and..."

He turns back to the mass of sinew and bone that was once a monster.

"...Anyway, I'm so sorry. What an awful introduction."

[honorforged]

Seeking help with groceries

Due to my insurance no longer wanting to cover my Spiriva inhaler or Tezspire infusions, I'm having to spend part of my grocery budget on them. In addition, I'm caretaking my mother for the foreseeable future, which is limiting the gig work I can do. To help raise the funds I need, I'm accepting donations to my paypal. Thank you for reading and sharing. I'm grateful for your help.

[knightofbone]

Leclaire will always remember the first ritual.

||WARNING: Graphic depictions of violence, gaslighting||

He will always remember the way he screamed himself hoarse. The feeling of the ritual knife tearing through his flesh as the first rune was carved into his chest. The lightheadedness that came as his blood went, spilling on the ground and dyeing him red all over. And of course... He will always remember the way his queen held him when it was all over, the way she wiped his tears and kissed him so tenderly he nearly forgot the horror of it all...

"You've done so well, little lamb..." She said gently. "I love you."

[knightofbone]

||Leclaire's face!

[knightofbone]

"It's really fine... I'm fine. It's always like this. I just need to sit down and I'll be fine."

The rituals always leave him in such a sorry state: shaking like a newborn lamb from both the blood loss and the pain. It's always worse than he remembers.

[knightofbone]

"Thank you all very much for the warm welcome! My Queen and I appreciate it very much."

[psyducksgfx]

comforting a lover after a nightmare

“ babe, wake up. “

“ you okay? “

“ i had a nightmare. “

“ you’re safe... “

“ are you awake? “

“ you woke up screaming. “

“ i need a minute. “

“ it just felt so… real. “

“ wanna talk about it? “

“ i’m here, okay? “

“ it's the third one this week. are you sure everything's okay? “

“ just hold me. “

“ you almost rolled out of bed, hit your head. caught you last second. “

“ will you stay up with me? “

“ it's just a bad dream. “

“ please don’t go back to sleep just yet. “

“ want me to spray the monster under the bed? “ “ “

“ can i stay with you? i had a really bad dream. “

“ here, take my hand. “

“ you kicked me... “

“ it’s just a bad dream. “

“ hey, look at me. look at me. it’s not real. “

“ wake up! “

“ i can't breathe... “

“ c'mere. lay with me. “

“ hey… are you crying? “

“ i'm glad you're here. “

“ hey, what’s wrong? “

“ let’s stay up for a while. “

“ this is so embarrassing... “

“ i woke up screaming? “

“ probably woke the entire neighborhood... “

“ you wanna tell me [about your dream]? “

“ it was like a horror movie... “

“ you good to go to sleep? “

“ i’ll stay up with you. “

“ i had a really crazy dream. like... really crazy. “

“ i think i’m gonna stay up for a while. make sure you're okay. “

“ you’re crushing my hand. “

“ hey, calm down. calm down. you’re okay. “

“ i’m going back to sleep, but don't hesitate to wake me if you need anything. “

originally posted by a now deactivated account (screnwriter)

[knightofbone]

||fucking. forgot to open asks. oh well! the ask button is there and very clickable now!

[felimemesandthings-deactivated2]

🧠 word association rp prompts ✨

reply with the first thought, memory, reaction, or action your muse associates with the word

🖤 emotional word association

home

loss

comfort

fear

hope

regret

trust

anger

love

loneliness

🔥 tension & relationship word association

touch

distance

desire

jealousy

promise

betrayal

longing

control

confession

forgiveness

🌙 atmospheric / aesthetic word association

midnight

rain

firelight

snow

silence

music

shadows

wind

glass

ink

[miratenebrarum]

"Where the hell did that beheaded excuse of a chosen one go now?!"

He left her behind! Again!! So much for the hero who will save the Island from the Malaise-- he didn't seem particularly interested to save the sorry excuse of a alliance they have going on! Truly, Esposito should check the sacred texts once more, because maybe something got lost in translations, here! Huffing and puffing as she was, she didn't think twice when she heard... something. Chains and knives, the telltale noise coming from Flame-Face's usual attire.

"There you are!", she almost yelled, turning one last corner "It's about time! If you leave me with that weird collector again, I'll--" ---aaaaand she stops, noticing the situation. A guy chained down, a bunch of. Other people with ritualistic weapons. Candles everywhere. Everyone staring at her.

"...ah.

W-Wrong guy."

Oh cool! This sucks! This sucks soooo bad!!!!

[knightofbone]

The acolytes all share a glance, clearly unsure of what to do. Ser Leclaire breathes a sigh. How awkward. He blows a strand of blonde hair out of his face.

"Unbind me," He orders. "I'll explain."

"But the ritual-"

"Can wait. The night is still young, and this won't take long." He motions his head toward the shackles, and an acolyte begins to undo them.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but you've caught me at an inopportune time." He says gently. "I promise nothing nefarious is going on here. The chains are mostly for show." As soon as his wrists are free he stands, giving her a polite dip of his head.

"My name is Ser Leclaire. And you are...?"

[knightofbone]

For @miratenebrarum

The full moon shines high in the sky, watching over the world below with its unflinching gaze. The ritual grounds are bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. Chains rattle as Leclaire is secured in place. The time is right. The ritual begins.

Leclaire gazes at the ground as he hears a knife being sharpened somewhere out of view. He's done this before, he thinks. It'll be easier this time. The worst part isn't the knife, it's the anticipation.

He swallows. Hears the acolyte's footsteps as they draw nearer. He bites his lip...

...And then someone else enters the scene.