Deicide

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To many, those who bolster great strength, limits untapped to the point where they could dance to the skies themselves, such a sight before him would be seen as pathetic. A normal folly made by those whose eyes become locked in the precipice of seeing achievement interlocked with success, solely the beyond. Dainsleif’s eyes through experience harbored through tribulation could see the hidden gift made due to their particular happenstance. What was once lost can always be found again.

So his eyes never turn after directing the menacing boundary that now challenges this warrior  as they’re settled well into a very human concept. Vulnerability. An aspect many find themselves eager to shred and cast forth, despite the countless possibility carried in such a fragile quality. Patience is held like a steadied pen, calm, questioning, all in the name to let them draw out their earnest emotion despite the newest twist upon their path. What is captured within those golden eyes are is a special strength that couldn’t be hidden or dulled through a grand show of strength.

Resistance has to be exercised in that moment to prevent the tilt of his lips, to reflect his silent approval through actions such as a smile, instead he allows the winds of change to be their spectator while his expression holds unreadable. As a single eye closes, Aether’s declaration is part of a new blooming path that the fate must not be allowed to turn, burned into his bones while he takes in a slow breath. “As it stands, neither.  Your courage that burns within this moment shall be recognized. And as such, what I offer is a clue.”

Courage even greater then what he holds now would become the key. For now, it seems there’s no point in beating out such potential.

”Your perceptions are that. Simply your own. Never release that treasure and it will be here..” For moment time stands eternal as everything seems to pause within their surroundings. Life within the forestry above, to the nightsong made by animals and people alike, from underneath his cloak lit with cosmic swaths of blue, one arm would be raised, one that seethes with a power similar to the elements as a striking convergence of blue would quickly concentrate towards the limb revealed, a sight that swims harmlessly path Aether’s body while Dainsleif’s eyes remained kept centered, concentration becoming his shield in the waves that aimed to devour his memory. “That you will one day stand.”

The strong drum of a heartbeat would reverberate through their hearing after a pregnant pause. In that moment, it’d seem as if reality itself was beginning to melt, growing wavy before an iridescent shimmer is cast over them both, drawing their bodies into a delicate caress with oblivion itself before their sights come to change. Standing in dominion above them would still be the sky, one that swims with a power heavily congealed into it’s atmosphere compared to the grounds of Teyvat. The gentle billow of clouds would stir at their feet, stretching upon seamingless infinity as their feet now settled upon a stone bridge. With a firm clench of his fist, the energy seethes and relents, breaking away from that connection it eagerly hungered for.

Even now that resolution to save her, someone dear to them both, managed to kindle life break into fog washed hell of his mind.

“Study it well. The door that is far from being witnessed yet so very close all the same.” Yet, no such physical concept stands prominent. So what exactly could he mean?

“A warning would be more fitting. Lose what you currently hold, what is found in the you now and it’ll all be for naught.”

@primotm​

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what if i said i want to follow & love you, but my anxiety says No

Just know when it comes to any decision, never feel forced, try to avoid any positions where being forced feels like the trial when you venture to have good fun or partake in this hobby.

My blog is as fresh and new when it comes to any other’s out here. Keep that in mind if you want to join on this adventure. I’m simply another guy here trying to give my share of interpretation about this character.

I wouldn’t mind if you join me in the least. The Genshin community is pretty fresh and new in my eyes, if you’re looking for my advice, try taking it’s early days here as a sign to experiment while many are trying to get to know each other.

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Many a day had been spent across his travels. Familiar lands graced with new perspective as the mold of time and countless hands leaving their markings and creative. His voyage was a lone one, a cool focus that led him into the desolate wilds from the borders of Mondstadt. To many he was another simply another warrior, one carrying aspirations, very human dreams or a penchant of insatiable thirst. In many ways they fell into the correct lines and also the wrong. Yet never for a second would he banish thoughts of letting them form their own stories.

It was a harmless idea as he traversed down the shades of evergreen, a bouquet settled into his arm, cradled with a particular purpose as he pushes forth into the airborne cradle of tree branches that stemmed from the wilds.

The warrior’s location was settled into certain clearing that made it’s own birthing mark upon history. Settling his eye upon the sight ahead, he could feel the primordial twitch, energy from the realms beyond shifting through the air with a particular restlessness, an understandable desire extinguished too soon. Through the invisible flow only realized by few, Dainsleif could see it clearly, proud claws and a powerful gait, one that reveals the makings of a fine pack leader as it impatiently keeps by it’s nostalgic prison. As soft winds brush and caress at the clearing, he steps, daring to intrude upon the domain of that tenses at the arrival.

Many had came to claim their hands upon this blade and failed. Through the merit of drink and the need to provw self-worth, stories flowing akin to an open bottleneck from the many wanderers of the world. One of a blade that carves the flesh indiscriminately upon approach had caught his interest, one tale forming a daisy chain with another, inevitably unveiling the truth of a knight that found a great strength by aligning alongside of nature, conjuring an unfathomable power through the bond of man and beast.

”You miss him, don’t you? The one who simply struck more than your strength within, the one who had found quelled the rage filled instincts of your heart; your cherished partner.”

Just like that the wind had frozen as if taking a bated breath.

Dainsleif had took that moment to advance to the claymore seething with a crimson wreath of energy, flowing with power bred from anguish and the agonized weight of wishes. To those who found themselves in the waters of death, life’s shores were solely a dream.

Curious, the wolf had stalled what would’ve been a violence advance, uncertain of the air this man posed. What’s more, such words that went misunderstood bled into their emotions, giving them understanding as it witnessed the man take the knee, settling a single bouquet that remained with blooming flowers.

Glaze Lilies to be more exact.

Giving little mind to the pulses of old aches within his cape hidden arm, a firm stare is given to the blade that sings with the passings of the breeze, an impossible to hear sound to all outside of a trusted friend. Such harmony that tremors from this bond manages to create a melody of it’s own, one made of the spirit, felt by the spirit. The lone wolf that held regrets could feel the precipice of home flare at the energy as these emotions were transformed into fragrance.

A touch of his power ensured that the condition of needing to be ground borne was met despite their tear from the land.

“Find him. Your last words, your intentions and everything you wish that couldn’t be said, for this fleeting moment the earth shall no longer bind you. No forest shall become your walls of restriction. Find the knight-- nay, your companion, and find your true peace before upholding your choice.”

“This blade shall simply be your epitaph.”

As a howl of gratitude rings strong through the forest grounds, so does a new tale, a finishing lace upon the story of a dangerous blade of crimson luster and lethal intentions. Many have come to find it’s glower dulled and it’s surrounding space peaceful, resting, all after one mysterious night.

Upon that navy shaded time of night, many around Mondstadts towering walls could swear a particular scent drifted that day, one that bristled the soul and invigorating the spirit. Many claimed it held a lace of sweetness, similar to meal that couldn’t quite put their finger on.

One that the Wolf spirit knew was their Knight of Boreas’s favorite.

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Based off this Weapon.

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Dainsleif vc when it comes to the topic of the divine:

truth had to get out there sooner or later.

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Human suffering serves as the sweetened wine in which gods drink.

Human devotion is the bread that fills their ethereal bellies and empowers them in their gluttony.

So what say you to this, O’ Humanity? Isn’t this proof enough that the strength of the divine centers primarily upon the very potential they ruthlessly cause to squander? Rise. Find the power made not by their chosen falsities but the life enriched only by facing death could truly grasp.

[ Dainsleif RP Blog from Genshin Impact.}

Written by Jace. (Holds enough RP exp worth over 100 level ups at this point.)

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HC o1

For a life that swims between the boundaries of memory and granted knowledge through his responsibility, a primary issue of Dainsleif is retaining memory across the long stretches of time. (From months to years.) To make due in grabbing his quarries of water by the handful through the river of time, putting portions of his life upon paper has become an essential hobby. So one shouldn’t be surprised if his supplies holds several journals enriched with knowledge, history and inner thoughts.

Doing this allows him to capture those memories once more if they were to be lost. So if you were to ever find yourself curious, just know that these in particular, he holds close, almost to a point of necessity as these manage to hold the weight as precious belongings, a dying commodity that his road upon life carries with pride. One memory that manages to carry everlasting through the flow is that of a certain woman.

Along the very flowers that both she and himself held most dear.

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Genshin Impact pls give me more official art of Dainsleif