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New Accounts!
I am ready!
Kraldier's new blog is:
vigilantstormcloak.tumblr.com
Alau's new blog is:
toothysmirk.tumblr.com
Go follow them or else...I'll just follow you...AHAHA.
I was also lazy with the pictures, cause I just want to RP GDI.
Semi-Reboot but not really.
In the end, I decided a lot of things are going to change. No, my characters will not forget yours.
Except for: Dominic Grohiik, and Shai'a'in (hope I spelt his name right). Anything that ever happened involving them never happened for either characters. I have a reason for this; it is OOC for Alau to not interact with them, and I feel like those two relationships are no longer necessary for him as a character. I also botched them up. And, it's just weird and un-needed cause I don't RP with those mods anymore, and I think one left(?). But, either way. My reasons.
This account will be deserted; I am making two new ones for both Alau and Kral. Expect, them to be ready...sometime tomorrow if all goes well. I am still recovering from my trip back home, and do not want to stress myself over this XD;
I'll finish up one or two rps on here? And, move some over to the new blog. (This is mainly for Mordas with Maria~ Mah bby.)
I'll list some of the changes now:
Alau's backstory has changed. (I will not go into it because your characters can find that out for themselves. And, I may make headcanons on new blog about it.)
New Werewolf headcanon; No more beast-spirit, that did my head in and I want to go back to simplicity. (Will post about those on new blog too.)
Plots have changed. Pretty much all of them; How Alau became a werewolf, and various things. I have talked to mods involved about how it's changed (and, yet again i am too lazy to go in depth right now.)
Alau has no specialization in the Destruction School; and uses all elements. He is also rather fit. ;D But, that don't mean healthy.
Lorion and Alau interactions are null and void. Because, I realized Alau hates him far more than I ever intended.
Yes, most of these are for Alau, cause he was my first character here. And, I le durped with him and it was weird. So, now I am fixing him up! Hurrah!
Morndas
The mer ran his tongue over his teeth for a moment. The faint idea occurred to him that he could always just kill Anders, bite into him and taste his flesh and blood. But, he was not a dog. No. He was not.
“Then I hope you don’t mind how rough I am,” Alau purred, long fingers wrapping around the priests robes as he pulled them off over his head. Letting go to let the priest discard it, and so his hands could rest against the man’s hips. He also thought for a moment, maybe he could just sleep with the man. And, then interrogate him later. But, that would be rather cruel of him, he supposed.
A grin now spread across the Altmers face. Hands sliding down to Anders thighs, clenching tight as he lifted them in an attempt to get Anders on his back. Because, it wasn’t like he cared about Anders opinion.
Anders’ breath hitched as the Altmer pushed him back. Well, rough suited him just fine. He kept his gaze on the ceiling, trying fervently to keep his breathing stable. He really expected to coerce the mer a little more, but this was just splendid. It meant he could spend less energy painfully persuading and more energy sucking the man off and taking it in. And when it was an Altmer, well…
It was a wonderful exchange—a win-win exchange.
“I look forward to it,” he said finally, arching his back slightly. The priest smirked, keeping his gaze on him as he rested his feet on his shoulders. “Go on, then, go play.”
Morndas
The Altmer watched carefully; wondering how to proceed with this business. He had to somehow force whatever truth the priest was hiding out of him, but how to get to it? “It’ll be up to you whether you keep your silence or not,” Alau almost purred, stepping over to the bed; looking down at Anders as he continued to speak, “So, how would you like me? I can’t exactly remember.”
“Hm, in that case, I think we’ll be having quite a bit of fun,” he drawled back. “And ah, that’s a pity—it escapes me also. Perhaps I was merely too…excited.” He smirked, standing up and running his finger lightly down the square the mer’s jaw. There was something strangely alluring about him—whether it was the curse or his own personal preference was something he wasn’t quite sure about.
“There are few Altmeri men strutting about, you see,” the priest said finally, tugging at the mer’s clothes gently. “So I try to catch the few I can. With that being said, you can play the game however you like, I won’t complain.”
The mer ran his tongue over his teeth for a moment. The faint idea occurred to him that he could always just kill Anders, bite into him and taste his flesh and blood. But, he was not a dog. No. He was not.
"Then I hope you don't mind how rough I am," Alau purred, long fingers wrapping around the priests robes as he pulled them off over his head. Letting go to let the priest discard it, and so his hands could rest against the man's hips. He also thought for a moment, maybe he could just sleep with the man. And, then interrogate him later. But, that would be rather cruel of him, he supposed.
A grin now spread across the Altmers face. Hands sliding down to Anders thighs, clenching tight as he lifted them in an attempt to get Anders on his back. Because, it wasn't like he cared about Anders opinion.
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Going to be away for two weeks. I don't intend to be on tumblr or on Skype either. But, I will be back for an incredibly long while afterwards.
Vigilant and Vampire - [Kral and Violet]
Violet grit her teeth as she watch her familiar and atronach battle the stranger that attacked her without any rhyme or reason. Feu was flinging fireballs and Griffe was latched onto the man’s side and clawing at him. But, still, he kept on coming closer and closer towards the vampire he so wanted to slay.
“You’re determined, I’ll give you that,” she murmured softly, “But, I grow bored…and hungry.” Readying her shortsword and a lightening spell in her hand, the half-breed charged out of the shadows and right at the armored man. “This is for interrupting dinner,” she hissed as she blasted him with the spell and tackled into him.
Grinning, she ripped off the man’s helmet as Griffe gnawed at the man’s legs. “Pucker up, dearie,” she cooed as she sank her fangs into his neck and began drinking the blood that flowed freely.
The shock spell was enough, it coursed through his armor and he froze a paralysis taking hold of him as the sword slipped through a crack in the armor; piercing his flesh, and he fell the ground with the Vampire on top of him.
As his helm was ripped off; his torn and broken face was revealed, the mangled face framed by hair damp with sweat. And, his movement became vicious and wild as the paralysis slowly began to fade; his legs kicked at the panther, and his hand gripped at Violet trying to tear her off him, while another mailed hand simply swung repeatedly at her. Not caring for how this would hurt himself, how it would destroy his neck, because he knew he would die otherwise.
And, he was not going to die today. Not in this way.
Vigilant and Vampire - [Kral and Violet]
Gritting her teeth, her frustration grew as she watched the man roll out of the way and the spells merely score a glancing blow against him. Even though she was still alive, she desperately wanted to end this little squabble and sink her fangs into the flesh of his neck. Violet rolled backwards and switched to her summoning spells and cast them behind the warrior. The two purple mists faded to reveal a flame atronach and a snarling, ethereal panther. “Feu, Griffe, kill this man,” she hissed as she stepped back into the shadows to rest herself. The atronach began hurling fireballs as the panther leaped to attack.
Kraldier ultimately ignored the threats behind him. Even as a fireball crashed into his back that propelled him forward even more, the heat in his armor rising. And, the panther that now latched onto him; dragging him down, and tearing parts of his armor. His axe and mace, coming up to slam into the ground; stopping the fall.
Feeling the familiar tearing at his back, he wasted no time stumbling forward; the momentum making his movements ungainly, yet there was still force behind it as his axe swung upwards again.
He had one goal in mind killing Violet. And, that's what he was going to do. Killing her would stop the Atronach, and the familiar. He was sure of it.
Two Old Drunks - [Jack, Alau]
“Good, because if you were to complain, I’d just say oh well. My brother got it for me when were last back in Cyrodiil. Long story short, it was not a fun time, so to make up for it, he got me this pipe from a Khajit caravan we were passing,” he replied with a shrug as he puffed on the pipe.
“Ah, well, I already have to deal with everyone else at home, so you singing tunelessly and off-key would most likely warrant me punching you in the mouth for good measure.”
His eyebrow twitched ever-so-slightly at the comment about dogs. “Not in the least bit, cazzo. Reave and Carlo are getting ready to have a wedding. Violet, on the other hand, is actually dating a werewolf. What I mean is they both have green eyes, black hair, and the same behaviors and mannerisms. Just be thankful you got no kids. It’s been a rough and long twenty year slog with my kid.”
"I thought your family died? Or, is this your Black Brotherhood family?" He mused quietly, not quite sure on the specifics. Alau was never one for having or forming familial ties. Unless, necessary.
"Ah, Lycanthropy. Bane of my life, I hate mutts. But, has she taken on your finer mannerisms? Like, the whole put knife in gullet thing?" He quipped, "And, I am thankful I don't have any kids. No need to worry yourself there."
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Two Old Drunks - [Jack, Alau]
“Oh take your age and shove it up your ass,” he replied with a grin and blowing a smoke ring in his old friend’s fa, “Oh, and I hope you don’t mind my smoking. I’ve picked up more than….a few bad habits later in my life.” Subconsciencely, he shoved his other hand in his pocket as he took a long drag from his pipe.
“A pirate book? I’ve never read that one. I’ll have to find a copy to add to my library. But, anyways, I’d rather stay in my fantasies and dreams rather than keep waking up to the harsh reality that greets me every single haunted day.” Grumbling, he took another long drag and blew out the smoke before adding, “My daughter has a lover and Reave is engaged to a close friend of mine. Ya know…they both look so damn similar when you think about it…”
Oddly enough, the Altmer breathed in the smoke; enjoying the smell of it. "Oh no, I do not mind your habit, it's hardly the worst I've encountered," He chided in an almost pleasant manner. Despite being rather condescending as usual.
"It's actually an ode to the Pirate King, Velehk Sain," he said, sounding less haughty now, "I could probably sing it to you if you don't mind having your ears bleed for a while."
Alaudidae seemed to give a laugh at his comment on his daughter and Reave, "Both look like dogs? I honestly, don't know what you're implying, but I'm glad I don't have any daughters or sons. At least ones that I know of."
“Oh, I’ve always wanted to act. We’ll do it with the passion of a Sabre-Cat. So, of course. It will be a joy,” He clasped his hands together, “We should go to the tavern and try to swindle the patrons of their septims by making them bet whether or not we’ll do it or not.”
“It’s not that hard to act with such passion as you say. I’m sure someone of your age can do it with a bit of booze in your system.” He snickered and tapped a finger to his lip in thought as he added, “Making some money on the side is always acceptable. We can even do a side-bet on whether or not Heimskr will either tell us to hush or go away.”
"I'm only 70 or so, it'll be easy," he boasted, knowing that it would very well be embarrassing but he felt like he had nothing to lose anymore. It wasn't like he had friends to lose, or a reputation. "Ah yes, we can. But, it would possibly be both!"
Vigilant and Vampire - [Kral and Violet]
Violet brought the blade up to deflect the ax coming at her. The blade was able to deflect the ax, but the mace managed to hit her and stumble her back a few feet from the blow. Hissing, she grinned and decided to make this more interesting. She would bring out Bernadette, but she didn’t want the confusion of the battle and her friend’s transformation to startle the lamia and put her in danger. Instead, she sheathe her blade and let a fireball wreathe her other hand.
“Handle this,” she muttered as she shot both spells at the charging warrior.
The warrior did so; dropping into a roll moving to the side, as the spells careered over his body, he felt the heat singe his armor; and, the heat within it rising. Not that it mattered to him, as he pivoted from the ground; launching himself back up to continue his attack on Violet. Ignorant to the Lamia that would be behind him, as his mace and axe reached up again to slash and tear at the vampire.
[Werewolf] Headcanon {Age}
For me, I view werewolves as nearly-immortal. They can live for long periods of time [which depends on their race and way of living] and they do not age as a normal person.
For my werewolf characters [Gein and Rise] —
They age one year for every seven that pass. [Like weird dog years].
Now, since Gein and Rise are both human-based races, they would not live as long as say… a Dunmer werewolf. This is because a Dunmer has a naturally longer lifespan than a Nord or Imperial/Breton, and would thus have a naturally longer lifespan as a werewolf.
Vigilant and Vampire - [Kral and Violet]
The man didn’t respond as he drew near. Violet leaped backward as the mace came down at her head. Hissing, she conjured a fireball in her hand and flung it at the man who interrupted her meal. “How DARE you,” she hissed as she flung another, “Do you KNOW how HUNGRY I am? VERY!” She glared at the heavy armor and then frowned. Getting a bite would be very difficult indeed, so she opted to stay out of range.
“Leave now before I boil you alive in that stove you call armor,” she replied with a grin as arcs of lightening danced about her free hand and the grip on her blade tightened.
Kral didn't care for the vampires hissing, her words were nothing. His ears were deaf to monsters. He simply charged; the fireball slamming into his armor, warming it but failing at setting it alight. It only deterred him for a moment, and he continued to move. The silver axe at his side, being pulled out as well.
The lightening meant nothing to him, as his axe swung down, mace following; the motions smooth, graceful, fast. A contrast to the mer who wielded them, who was large, almost clunky, but his movements told otherwise.
The First Night [Kral and Violet]
Violet peered out the door of the old Sanctuary and quickly glanced around. No one was around at all. She took one last look back into her father’s former home before she closed the door and gave the door an affectionate pat. The hunger was growing, and she wanted to feed. Badly.
Suddenly, her senses picked up a smell. A man. And he smelled delicious. Padding quietly, she wandered through the forest until she came upon a hunter kneeling over his latest kill. Bloodlust overcame her as she charged through the brush and tackled the man to the ground. Grinning madly, she sunk her teeth into the flesh of his skin and drank his blood deeply.
“Thirty years old…perfectly aged,” she purred as she took a break to stroke the man’s cheek lovingly. A sudden sound made her whip around and draw her blade. “Who’s there,” she hissed angrily at having her first meal interrupted.
Falkreath; the Hold Kral could appreciate, it was his home, where he grew up. And, where the remnants of those that raised him lived. It was just unfortunate that he was their more out of obligation than anything; memories of childhood often gave him discomfort, as he always pondered the same questions: Why did my parents leave me? Who are they? Where are they?
It made the night time stroll a seeming necessity, as he took in the smell of his surroundings; fresh, yet thick and heavy. His heavy armor clanking dully as he trudged down the road; hands curling into fists, then relaxing. And, it was quiet. Was. He paused as his eyes caught onto a movement; quick, and lithe as it sped through the bush. There was more movement, but it was all hard to see in the dark. And, Kral knew; he didn't like whatever it was that had moved through the thickets.
His mace was in his hands; the blades of it curved, and wicked. Perfect for tearing and ripping. His pace quick as he approached the dark shapes, and his grip on the mace became tighter as he saw what was in front of him.
He had less manners than Violet; not even introducing himself as he saw the body of the hunter in her arms, and the blood dripping from the woman's' mouth. He did not care, his steps were quick closing in on the Vampire, as his mace came crashing down.
Imagine that Person A in your OTP saw the ghost of their dead father who told them to kill their murderous uncle so they’re pretty focused on that and meanwhile Person B keeps trying to get them to have sex with them but then Person A tells Person B to go live in a nunnery or something because they’re pretty busy so Person B drowns themselves and Person A doesn’t really seem to care that much. And then Person A dies too.
((LMAO. Just swap Uncle and Father around, and you would possibly have; Lorion, Hyaril and Alau. What Joy. And, Person B is totes Carondiil~))
