Descendant of High Blood

Skyrim/Elder Scrolls RP blog (sideblog to Medawin) for Naniriel Anyndaen and Rhiandil Anyndaen, young Altmer cousins, children to noble Summerset Isles families. They were sent to Skyrim to be educated into the ranks of the Thalmor. AU Multiship & multiverse. Mun and muse are 18+

[forlikeminded]

[agameofclothes]

What Magaery would wear to the Sept of Baelor on Maiden’s day, Giambattista Valli

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Quoth the raven || Open

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Magnus tilted his head from side to side and blinked as the girl spoke to him and showed him a ring. 

He didn’t quite understand. A gift? She had not even picked up her arrow yet. Maybe she didn’t see it, or maybe she wanted to trade. He really didn’t need a ring, but he supposed it could be enchanted. It would be of little use in this form, however. Besides, it was not his arrow. Magnus picked the arrow back up with his beak and stuck it out a little, expecting the girl to take it.

[littlehighborn]

She giggled again, enthralled by by the bird’s seeming level of intelligence. She decided she needed a bird as pet. That was for sure. Maybe she could have this one? It seemed to like her, for sure.

“Fine, if you insist”, she said with a light sigh, and slid the ring back on her finger. She didn’t seem frustrated though, merely surprised. She picked up the arrow carefully from the bird’s beak, and stared at it, eyes wide with warm-hearted curiosity. 

“Thank you, this was very kind of you. Do you belong to someone, sweetie? Are you lost?”

She felt an urge to rub the bird’s neck or something, but didn’t know if birds were interested in being affectionate, like dogs. She decided to try anyway. What was the worst that could happen? She carefully extended her arm with the intention to make a light affectionate stroke on the bird’s feathered chest.

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Quoth the raven || Open

It was not all too often that Magnus took on a form like this one. It was simple and never stood out much, but it didn’t make for many fruitful interactions with the local intelligent population. People were less alarmed by a creature like this, although some did seem to dislike it. He had not thought people would fear or hate a raven, but then he got yelled at while at a farm, and he learned something that day. After that, he just took to interacting with the wild life. Others of the corvid kind seemed far more curious than some, and he liked that. Some flew in flocks, but they weren’t like the ravens. They were far louder. Crows.

He did circle them at times to check what they were being so vocal about, because it was sometimes a thing of interest. This time, however, it was just a dead animal. He kept on flying, and noticed an arrow laying on the ground in decent condition. Usually, he’d pay it no mind, but there was a person up ahead as well. It could have been theirs.

With his claws open, he swooped down to pick up the arrow and flew over to the stranger’s feet, his wings flapping a little as he came to a halt. There, he let the arrow go and started to caw at the person to draw their attention while sometimes gesturing to the arrow with his beak.

[littlehighborn]

Naniriel had never in her life seen a bird do something like this. This must have been a trained raven, even a familiar, belonging to some mage. It was alarming, since her prowess in archery was far from presentable, the arrows shooting to all directions but the one she intended. But she had been told to train, in case her magic got silenced. She looked around but didn’t see the owner of the bird around. Perhaps it was a wild thing after all?

She giggled when the creature laid her arrow at her feet. She knew very little about birds, and couldn’t remember if it was crows or ravens that were fascinated by shiny objects.

“Aren’t you cute!”, she gasped, and took out a ring from her finger. She presented it to the bird to see if it was interested.

[travelers-alike]

Stormcloak Victory AU

[travelers-alike]

“Approved procreation?” He laughed, looking at her closely and seeing she was serious. “I won’t fuck like an elf.” He asserted, pointing a finger at her. “I’m gonna fuck you like a Nord if I fuck you at all.” He reiterated. “But… Nineteen…” He managed, a bit disgusted that they just sold her off into marriage without any knowledge. Or that they let her grow up like that.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Naniriel.” He sighed.

[littlehighborn]

She grew red with both embarrassment and from keeping her rebellion inside. She was used to getting her will, but it wouldn’t be polite to argue with her newly engaged fiancé. She was raised to be a lady. Not to mention the worry that she was somehow disgusting to him. However, his assertiveness created a pleasant tingle in her belly.

“Why wouldn’t you?” she asked, clearly nervous by his words. “Is there something wrong with me? I’m a woman grown and flowered, don’t you treat me like a child... ---if you please! And I assure you if you’ll let me teach you the positions from the book, they are very clearly designed for mutual comfort!”

She blushed even further while speaking. She didn’t sound particularly commanding nor angry, just passionate - but she was showing bad manners and she knew it. But she had waited so eagerly to get to consummating her marriage!

[travelers-alike]

Stormcloak Victory AU

[travelers-alike]

Valerth laughed heartily, loud enough to be heard outside of the carriage. His laugh resonated in his belly and he ended up leaning over in hopes to quell it.

“I know how to fuck, my bride. I’m just not sure if you’d be able to handle it.” Suddenly a look of worry mixed with light disgust washed over him. “Naniriel, how old are you exactly?” He asked.

He wouldn’t put it past the Thalmor to sell young girls into arranged marriages. He’d seen it before. He was so caught up in her innocent charm he had nearly forgotten to ask. His own morality wouldn’t let him take her, should she be of a younger age. The idea bothered him greatly.

[littlehighborn]

She blushed heavily at his brusque language, but finally ended up letting out a nervous giggle she tried to hide in the fur of her kitten. She calmed down to answer his question though.

“Nineteen, soon to be twenty”, she said, almost apologetically. She didn’t know what he was expecting. “And I’m sure I can handle it! I’ve studied the book of Approved Methods of Procreation with care! It doesn’t look that bad. Pretty interesting actually! There are many ways to do it other than leaning your weight on me!”

She had had to hide how often she had read the book. It had always interested her perhaps a bit more than it should, as it wasn’t considered appropriate to study too hard into all the graphic guides to procreation.

[hinata-goth]

[bubblegumdomme]

I want the second one

[somepretty-things]

I like the last one (last two pics) with the dragon.

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Stormcloak Victory AU

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Valerth chuckled again. “It’s a pet, as you say.” He reassured. “It’s more of a guard animal, but pet will do just fine.” He decided. “It’s kind of like a mule, how it’s between two of ‘em.”

“Both. I got it in Cyrodiil. It’s a cross between a Sabe and a Mountain Cat.” He reached out and scratched behind its ear. “It’s like a hound in that how you raise it will affect what it will be. If you give it enough love it will set you well. If not it might eat you.” He jested. “But I won’t let that happen.” He promised before remembering something.

“We’ll have to take yearly trips to Cyrodiil.” He groaned. “Part of this arrangement is that we go before a court to show both of us are alive and setting a good example with our marriage.”

“I don’t know if we’ll be able to produce heirs what with are different races but…” At this Valerth began to grow uncomfortable, blushing and shifting in his seat. “We don’t have to uh… Consummate, if you don’t.. Want to.” He managed, completely flustered by the subject. Normally it wouldn’t throw him off like this, but there was an obvious difference in size that genuinely worried him. He didn’t want to break her.

[littlehighborn]

She nodded eagerly while he spoke. She didn’t have a problem with trips to Cyrodiil, she heard there were many fine dressmakers and Imperial jewelry was known for its beauty.

At his mention of consummation though, realizing what he meant, made her equally flustered. Right! There would be that. But she wouldn’t even think about not trying to have children, she had always pictured herself as a mother. She realized that now it was her time to start being the mistress of the house, and take care of her husband. The thought made her smile, though she was quite thoroughly blushing.

“I’ve heard of many many cases of human and elf having a family!” she said quickly, nodding fiercely. “If you don’t know how the consummation process goes, worry not! I have a book that all young mer get, that tells you how it goes! I’m fairly certain it works the same way with you Nords as it works for us!”

[travelers-alike]

Stormcloak Victory AU

[travelers-alike]

Valerth chuckled lightly, and couldn’t help but grin boyishly. Her childlike antics caused him a feeling he thought dead to him, after killing so many people. He picked her up in a big hug, barely able to contain himself. “You can call me whatever you like, dear.” He laughed and set her down in the carriage. He reached up and pulled the waxed canvas over it, to shade her from the bright sun, and oncoming snow. He stepped in himself and sat across from her, hoping for friendly conversation. 

Before forgetting, he picked up a large basket with a woolen blanket over it. “It is… a nordic tradition to present a loved one with the corpse of an animal you killed, something to show them your capability as a partner. But I didn’t see that fitting.. if I were to wed an elf or Imperial.” He coughed awkwardly, suddenly nervous. “H-He’s uh… a little heavy.” He managed and sat the basket in her lap.

[littlehighborn]

She grinned against his chest. She had never felt so safe than she did while he hugged her, even though she realised this man could literally crush her. Yet she felt that he never would.

She looked very worried for a while, until she was assured that he wasn’t going to gift her a dead animal. She took the basket, trying not to look suspicious, still worried about what it might contain - but when she lifted the sheet to discover a kitten - even if it was larger than the average cat - she let out a squeal of excitement. She lifted the kitten in her lap, and pressed it against her chest. Luckily it seemed sleepy at the moment.

“What is it?” she asked happily, stroking the cat’s fur. “A mountain lion? Or some local thing? Sabercat? This... This is a pet right, not to be... Eaten or something?”

She tried to look as polite as possible, despite being horribly worried.

[travelers-alike]

Stormcloak Victory AU

[littlehighborn]

She giggled happily at the demonstration, seemingly relaxing. She mimicked the motion herself. She had expected so much worse from him, and now she felt guilty for it. She guessed she would probably never learn to pronounce the last name of her husband, but she liked him already.

She lowered her head and took up a sad smile when the subject was changed to her father.

“Turns out I didn’t know him as well as I thought. He was never cruel to me, but I should have seen the darkness in him, in little things. I saw him in his trial, and what I saw wasn’t the mer I knew as my father. But what I mean is... Thank you.”

She was embarrassed at the fact that Valerth even knew her father, but then, everybody did, really. His trial had been one of the most public and notorious. Even as he had been dragged away, he had spat on the face of a Nord general and expressed his regret for not skinning and slicing all Nords ‘like the pigs they were’.

Luckily her fiancé took her mind off such an atrocity quickly when he stood up straight.

“Oh my!” she tittered while walking with him to the carriage. “You look even taller up close! If I forget how to pronounce your name I might just call you ‘big sir’! I mean, before I can get to call you husband. But so! Did you say a gift?” She was obviously filled with childlike excitement.

[travelers-alike]

Stormcloak Victory AU

[travelers-alike]

Valerh stared, unbelieving that the small thing in front of him could be his new wife. She didn’t look older than 20, if That. He glanced around before bending so that he was on his knee. Being interest into stories of chivalry had the perks of he knew what to do, for the most part. He took her small, delicate hand gently and kissed the knuckles, hoping to settle the nervousness he saw there. A big smile graced him, even if it was forced. There was no need for both of them to be unhappy, and he imagined she was very far from home.

“I’m Valerth Sjornson.” He said. “You’re very beautiful.” He said truthfully. He had expected an equal. Some Imperial man or woman littered with scars. Instead he got a fresh faced bride from the Isles. He stifled a sigh of disappointment and decided not to make this hard on either of them. “Come, we are to wed in Whiterun.” He said, mentally adding that he was most likely going to leave her with Micyne. Let that squishy Reachman deal with it.

[littlehighborn]

Her hopes had gone drastically down when she had seen the huge Nord make his way out of the wagon, having hoped for a lean, elf-like Imperial noble, and the last thing she had hoped for was a battle-beaten burly man wearing a bear pelt - but when he knelt down before her, some unexpected warmth lit up inside her.

“Thank you”, she said, corners of her mouth curling into a flustered smile. Having the giant hold her hand made her feel safe. “Whiterun sounds good.”

That was partially a lie, she had hoped for Solitude, where all Imperial weddings were often arranged, but it could have been worse. She followed him without much of a doubt at all.

“I have to confess I feared getting promised to a Nord, in case you would communicate with grunts”, she said before thinking, her nervousness getting the best of her. “I mean, not that I thought you would, there was just this joke around and.... No wait, I didn’t mean it like that... I mean, I’m pleasantly surprised...”

By the time she finished, she was flaming red with embarrassment.

[littlehighborn]

The (un)able bodyguards || Naniriel,Rhialdil, Eksfer

[eksfer]

Eksfer was a bit confused about Naniriel’s interest to dolls with that age, but left it without comments. Instead, while grinning to his favorite word, he started talking to Rhiandil. “Interrogator’s job… It must be the perfect job for me. I mean, I’m very worried about distribution of such heresy of the Nords. So the interrogating must ne done, huh? Yes. I think that’s the job for me.” He seemed to be amused again what it this case might looked a bit scary.

Surprised, he turned to Naniriel. “Perfumes… I think now we still have SOMETHING common. I’m into alchemy as well-” he took a tiny bottle from his inside pocket “-and made this by my own hands. I want you to give your opinion on this.” He gave the bottle to Naniriel. The smell was like sleeping on rose pillows under the moonlight next to flowing river after a windy, fresh day. The liquid was clear with spark-like glitters in it.

[littlehighborn]

Naniriel took the perfume vial and opened it, letting the scent come out. It was absolutely perfect, but damned if she would admit it to the unpleasant old weirdo.

“It’s alright”, she said under her breath, with an uneasy pout on her face. “I could hold onto this if you insist.”

Rhiandil rolled his eyes at his cousin’s poor lying attempt, but perhaps it was for the best that she was horribly bad at being rude.

*“I suppose it’s settled then. My lord will no doubt become an excellent interrogator.” That much he could see without doubt. There was a certain coldness to the piercing blue eyes that resembled the one his uncle, Naniriel’s father, had in his. That coldness had more than once turned out to be cruelty.

“Does my lord have... Experience on the matter?” he inquired carefully, simply out of curiosity. “Not that there needs to be, obviously. Or that there are any requirements at all in your case, my lord, I didn’t mean to imply such a thing!”

[travelers-alike]

Stormcloak Victory AU

Valerth stared at the floor of the carriage. There were many arranged marriages between Imperials and Stormcloaks now that the war was over. It was demanded by the Emperor and endorsed by Ulfric. He swallowed thickly and looked around. They were almost at Solitude. 

“She’s gonna be Thalmor.” Someone said to him. “Yours is.”

Valerth shook his head. “No, Ulfric wouldn’t allow that. He or She is gonna be Imperial.” He corrected and glanced at the looming gates. He was escorted by an Imperial warrior, who now acted as a guard for the city. 

“She’s young.” The guard said. “Virgin, too.” He added, noting how large Valerth was when the man had to duck to avoid hitting his head on the arched door way.

“That’s got nothin’ to do with anything.” Valerth hissed. He glanced to see an Altmer girl, then looked around. Where was his Imperial?

[littlehighborn]

It took Naniriel a moment to realize that huge bear of a man who stepped out of the carriage was most likely her future husband. She wished her mother had been there with her, but she was heavy with a fatherless child back in Summerset Isles. After Naniriel’s father had been sentenced to death for war crimes, she knew she was lucky to even receive the usual treatment. But the man looked more like a bear than a man.

“A--- are you my fiancé?” she asked, taking a small step closer. “I’m Naniriel of--- Naniriel Anyndaen.”

She had been taught to present her house with pride, but after the things that had happened, disgraced her family name, it was best to be modest. She bowed deeply before the man, which made her look even smaller in comparison, if possible. She continued quickly with the words she had been taught to say.

“I’m honored to meet you, and become your bride, sir.”

[travelers-alike]

Micyne immediately put hers on before hugging her again and kissing all over her face. “You’re the best, Nani. I love it!” She smiled groggily, genuinely pleased with the display of friendship. She didn’t know how much it was worth but she silently vowed to never sell it. It was the nicest thing anyone has given her.

[littlehighborn]

Naniriel put hers on too, and grinned wide at Micyne. She laid down, and lifted her arm up so Micyne could crawl in under it.

“Sorry for leaving you in to clean all my yourself, I wanted to help you but you know how it is, the Justiciars are going to complain again. At least I spent some time with them today, and I found out that many of them actually get really pretty things for their pets, not just necklaces like these, but dresses too. So it’s confirmed, I’m allowed to buy you pretty dresses! We should get you a gown worthy of a princess, and then find an excuse to visit your home!”

[littlehighborn]

“Awh, don’t fall asleep just yet!” She whined, and tickled Micyne’s side. “I have a gift for you~!”

She had been waiting the whole day with the present, and almost trembled with excitement when she dug it up from underneath her pillow. It was a small silver box with a light spring green ribbon wrapped around it. She almost shoved it in Micyne’s hands, eyes wide and a little smile trying to remain contained on her lips.

“Well, open it!” she chirped.

[travelers-alike]

Micyne squealed and giggled gleefully when she was tickled. She covered her side and smiled at her warmly. “A present?” She asked, genuinely surprised. “R-Really?” She stammered, full lips stretched into a wide grin as she gently grasped the box and opened it, to reveal two of the prettiest necklaces she’d seen. Unable to contain her excitement for it, she flailed happily and hugged Nani tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”

[littlehighborn]

She hugged her back, her face happily buried in Micyne’s abundant hair.

“See, this one is for me”, she explained after eventually letting go. She took one of the necklaces with the letter ‘M’ carved in the middle of the intricately carved flower. Small sapphires were imbued in hers. She left the other in the box. “And this one is for you.”

In Micyne’s pendant, there were stones of pink topaz around the carved letter ‘N’.

“Now we’re always together even if we’re apart. Each pendant has something of me and something of you!” She explained fervently, almost bursting. “I didn’t know your favorite gemstone so I chose pink topaz because... Well, because they were pink!”

[travelers-alike]

Micyne crawled into the large, ornate bed with Naniriel, curling up against her and draping her arms over the girl. “Good night,” she hummed happily, tired after a long day of cleaning for her. Her situation wasn’t so bad. She wasn’t awake of her arms shaking. She felt restless and her head hurt, but she was too sleepy to care.

[littlehighborn]

“Awh, don’t fall asleep just yet!” She whined, and tickled Micyne’s side. “I have a gift for you~!”

She had been waiting the whole day with the present, and almost trembled with excitement when she dug it up from underneath her pillow. It was a small silver box with a light spring green ribbon wrapped around it. She almost shoved it in Micyne’s hands, eyes wide and a little smile trying to remain contained on her lips.

“Well, open it!” she chirped.

[medawin]

It might not be of amazing quality otherwise but this time I learned to do her facial features in a way that actually looks like her! So this is my muse at @littlehighborn !

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