Elves Everywhere

A multi-muse OC Skyrim RP blog.

[merofnirn]

The wolf towered over her by nearly two feet, but she wasn't worried about him. Amber eyes were narrowed, watching the stranger warily. Aedhelian growled, baring sharpened teeth and flexing her hands to show off the pointed nails. She was unusually small for a Bosmer, standing at only four feet and five inches tall. But she made up for her lack in height in fierceness.

"What want?" She growled at the stranger, her expression frozen in a snarl. It was obvious from her speech that she wasn't used to talking, and that she'd never been properly educated.

The Dire Wolf standing at her side growled deeply as well, snarling, teeth bared, same as the Bosmer he seemed to be protecting.

[merofnirn]

Aedhelian made her way to Riften. But as soon as Brynjolf approached her, she growled at him.

"I can take a hint, Lass." That's what he said before walking away.

God, it was perfect.

[fleurinthenight]

Send me "Shut up or I'll bite you." to see my muses reaction.

[merofnirn]

A small snow fox ran across the path into the woods. It paused and looked back at the traveler with curious eyes before it continued on its' way. The fox hurried on its' way, glancing back now and then to see if the stranger was following. When it stopped running, it came to a clearing where a young mer knelt on the snowy ground.

The pads of her feet were flat against the ground, one hand extended in front of her fingers gently stroking the leaves of a plant. She seemed focused on her task, whatever it was. After a moment, her hand moved while the other drew a dragonbone dagger from her hip. Clipping the plant, she stored the ingredient in a pouch and turned her head.

Pale, almost pure white eyes gazed blindly in the direction of the stranger. Seles blinked, ears twitching as she tried to determine the mood of the other. "Did you follow Frost?" She asked in a quiet voice. Her empty hand hovered a few inches over the ground, and the snow fox moved over and rubbed against it. Her lips quirked into a smile. "He's a strange one. He actually really likes people." She managed.

[ancientspecter]

((Gonna toss another character at you from mer-of-nirn.)) She didn't like the smooth stones beneath her feet as they made it harder to detect vibrations in the ground. Seles stood by a door, ears perked as she listened to someone speaking in the lecture hall nearby. Regardless of all that though, she was staying put as she knew she would get lost here. Her brother had even led her across the bridge to this place, as there had apparently been a long drop, and no protection from falling. "Hello?"

The large metal door opened, and the speaking stopped. Two mer stood in the center of the room. A Dunmer and.. another, larger elf. Upon realizing that someone was there, the Dunmer promptly walked into the shadows and vanished, leaving only the tall Mer behind. He looked towards the snow elf. “… Greetings.”

[merofnirn]

Pale eyes blinked as her head turned towards the sound of the metal door opening. The first thing upon looking at them would be to notice the near non-existent pupils. Her eyes were foggy, and the fact that she was neither looking directly at him were all clear indications of her condition. Yes, she was blind.

She had felt the slightest of movements in the stone floor through her bare feet, but otherwise nothing. "Hello." She said again, this time with a smile. "I'm sorry to bother you, but... my brother went upstairs to the Arcaneum. He told me to wait here but he's been gone awhile and..." Her voice trailed off. "It has been a little uncomfortable waiting here."

[delicatefashionistas]

[larmoyante]

We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.

George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via larmoyante)

[kvzh29]

[quote-book]

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Josephine Hart (via quote-book)

[jungletribela]

[mildrevolution]

From left to right: Egyptian collar, Story, Imperia,  Orientalism II, and Venetian Fountain by harleyquinromantique

[ancientspecter]

How truly dull. Humans living in the remains of a once great Dwemer city. And they hadn't even thought to settle in the parts underground. They were just as stable as any other part. Pathetic. Truly. Yadheln was, annoyed by these humans. "Drab, dull, pathetic." She muttered to herself, walking through the city, the darkness of night was coming, not that she cared. She had dealt with worse, had seen worse. She had seen, Oblivion. "Now you," she thought, "you might be interesting." (mer-of-nirn)

He emerged from Understone keep. Carefully ensuring his hood covered his face and hair.. And yet there was something he could not hide. His eyes. He knew that the guards had to know.. But they either did not care or were too frightened to do something against him. He did know better than to go out in his usual clothes, so he donned a simple black robe. He could not hide his metallic leg though. 

His glowing eyes fell upon the Womer before him as she spoke up. Many had come up to him with mundane questions, but she.. She was different. His eyes narrowed, he frowned. “… Can I help you?” A rather unfriendly gesture that he caught. With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes, mentally correcting himself. He had to remember, what had been acceptable in Dwemeri society could very well be rude in this… In Skyrim. 

"I apologize, I was rude. What is it that you seek from me?"

[ancientspecter]

Mzark stayed his hand, she had not done a thing to hurt him— For now. His yellow eyes remained narrowed and a scowl still was etched in his face. Could it be possible for one to despise his own race?  "I’ve every right to be tense." He growled. "Giving my back to one of you would be a death sentence…” Mzark’s head perked however, when she had mentioned Kagrenac. He froze. She knew what had happened. In fact, she knew it all along.  He had so many questions, he could receive answers from her.

And yet his pride did not allow him to ask. His prejudice did not allow him to trust. And his anger made him turn away from her, taking a few steps back.

‘I, for one, wished I would never see any of my kin.’ He retorted.

[merofnirn]

"How quaint. You’re so mad at your own kind…" She breaks into a laughing fit. "Oh yes, a death sentence… surely. Because I’m obviously so dangerous that you can’t put even the slightest bit of faith in me, just because of what I am." Yadheln clutches her side. "I may be what I am, but I was never like the rest." She hissed. "Cold, cruel, calculating, yes. But all shared these traits, or at the very least, most did."

‘Perhaps my name might ease your mind. I am Yadheln.’ She knew the most major thing that would come up in memory would be the Aetherium Forge. She had played a major part in designing it, and choosing the location. She’d had such a knack for that sort of thing. Not that she really cared if the name rang a bell. She had kept her name out of most records. However, she had taken no part in the enslavement and torture of the Falmer. It had been beneath her.

[ancientspecter]

How truly dull. Humans living in the remains of a once great Dwemer city. And they hadn't even thought to settle in the parts underground. They were just as stable as any other part. Pathetic. Truly. Yadheln was, annoyed by these humans. "Drab, dull, pathetic." She muttered to herself, walking through the city, the darkness of night was coming, not that she cared. She had dealt with worse, had seen worse. She had seen, Oblivion. "Now you," she thought, "you might be interesting." (mer-of-nirn)

He emerged from Understone keep. Carefully ensuring his hood covered his face and hair.. And yet there was something he could not hide. His eyes. He knew that the guards had to know.. But they either did not care or were too frightened to do something against him. He did know better than to go out in his usual clothes, so he donned a simple black robe. He could not hide his metallic leg though. 

His glowing eyes fell upon the Womer before him as she spoke up. Many had come up to him with mundane questions, but she.. She was different. His eyes narrowed, he frowned. “… Can I help you?” A rather unfriendly gesture that he caught. With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes, mentally correcting himself. He had to remember, what had been acceptable in Dwemeri society could very well be rude in this… In Skyrim. 

"I apologize, I was rude. What is it that you seek from me?"

[ancientspecter]

He tilt his head, his iridescent eyes narrowed as he picked up on the malice behind her words. “… I see. Then I will gladly be of any help you desire.” The tone of his words changed, it became tense. He bit down on his aggressiveness. 

His hand slowly moved behind his back as he turned to fully face her. That was when he noticed the lexicon. His eyes widened, and that was when he saw her. It became obvious now, she was a Dwemer. Just like him. 

A low growl rose from his throat and he bared his teeth. “What are you doing here?” He sounded like some sort of animal, utterly rabid. The hand on his cane gripped so tightly that the thing might break any moment now. And yet.. his hand shook. He shook. Livid.. yet terrified. 

"I thought you— I thought that we had all disappeared." 

[merofnirn]

His reaction was unique, hardly anything she would have expected from her kin, but interesting. "So tense..." She muttered in a flat tone, watching him with grey eyes. "You look positively terrified." She smirked as she went back to studying the Lexicon. "As for the disappearance of our kind, I've read all about it. Heard about it. Even studied Kagrenac's notes. Ha! The fool. I warned him. I warned... all of them." She sighed. "Oh, but they didn't listen."

'I didn't expect to meet any of our kind at all on my return.' The thought was projected directly to him, a smile curling her lips as she ignored his obvious distress. "I was in Moonshadow when it happened. Terrible shame, really. I'm sure there were young ones who didn't deserve to be banished like that. Oh well..." She drawled on.

[selallero]

[ancientspecter]

How truly dull. Humans living in the remains of a once great Dwemer city. And they hadn't even thought to settle in the parts underground. They were just as stable as any other part. Pathetic. Truly. Yadheln was, annoyed by these humans. "Drab, dull, pathetic." She muttered to herself, walking through the city, the darkness of night was coming, not that she cared. She had dealt with worse, had seen worse. She had seen, Oblivion. "Now you," she thought, "you might be interesting." (mer-of-nirn)

He emerged from Understone keep. Carefully ensuring his hood covered his face and hair.. And yet there was something he could not hide. His eyes. He knew that the guards had to know.. But they either did not care or were too frightened to do something against him. He did know better than to go out in his usual clothes, so he donned a simple black robe. He could not hide his metallic leg though. 

His glowing eyes fell upon the Womer before him as she spoke up. Many had come up to him with mundane questions, but she.. She was different. His eyes narrowed, he frowned. “… Can I help you?” A rather unfriendly gesture that he caught. With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes, mentally correcting himself. He had to remember, what had been acceptable in Dwemeri society could very well be rude in this… In Skyrim. 

"I apologize, I was rude. What is it that you seek from me?"

[merofnirn]

A metallic leg. Oh yes, she had noticed that immediately about him. Deep auburn hair was pulled back into an intricately braided bun. Gold gems and bells tied into the strands, shifting and chiming with every movement. Her clothing was unlike anything of human or ordinary Mer standards. In fact, the fabric alone was of a creation known only to the Dwemer, baring many of the same delicate details shown in other crafts of their making. Most noticeable were the golden claws on her hands, crafted like rings, but like blades extending beyond her fingertips.

"A bit on the offensive side, perhaps, but hardly anything you need apologize for." She said, watching him with grey eyes. As soon as she saw the glow from his peeking out from under the hood she let out a single, harsh laugh. The sound just burst out before she contained herself. "Seeking... I am hardly seeking anything." Yadheln replied. A small metallic sphere was attached to her belt. She gently pressed it and a Lexicon appeared in her hand. Ignoring him, she studied the patterns for a while before smiling.

"Ohhh yes... you can certainly be of help." That smile... was not at all friendly, twisted as it appeared on her lips.

[merofnirn]

[teldrynyourface]

Oh what a vixen. Strong-willed, alluring, and aloof. What a beautiful challenge she presented to him. 

Easing the lip of his drink to his mouth, he poured a generous amount down his throat before he continued, “How rude, I know. It seems being surrounded by such desolate waste has left me unaware of a beauty and how I must act while in her presence.”

…Sure, that worked. Go with that.

"I ask gentle favor. Do forgive such an atrocious oversight on my behalf, Outlander. Welcome to Solstheim. To what name may I place with this delightful face?"

[merofnirn]

Ever sly as a fox she was when dealing with all sorts of men and mer. Her lips pursed slightly, but from her eyes it was clear to tell she was amused. This wasn't all bad, he at least knew how to play along. She was silent, looking away for a short moment as though considering his words, before she looked back. "I suppose I can forgive you, if you're willing to buy me another drink." A coy smile.

"But, since you've asked, I really can't keep you in the dark for much longer, can I?" She mused, not really looking for an answer. "It's Eilantha. Though most call me Eilan the Shadow by now." Her gaze shifted to meet his. "For you... Eilan would be just fine."

[brynja-storm-deactivated2015022]

I am not a woman. I am an inferno, I am a tempest. I am venom and fangs and claws. I am lightning and starlight, and I am hell in high heels.

A.H. (via christowitch)