NOT the Incarnate!

This includes not only if our characters haven’t met yet, but even if they already have.

"Are you lost?" 'And you are?” "Who are you?" "I don’t think we’ve met." "How old are you?" "How long have you been there?" "Can I trust you?" "Who do you think you are?" "Are you wearing...

Is there anything I can help you with murthsera?

"You could read this," she replies, handing him a battered copy of Saryoni's Sermons, "Trust me. You'll thank me for it later."

I see you are still around, abomination. How is it that no one has exterminated you yet? Why, if we were in Morrowind...

Thavrin batted his eyelashes up at Nalvyna and smiled. His skin was warm and dark, his eyes were black and relatively normal, and his fangs were much less fangorious than the last time they’d met.

"Gee whiz, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, lady! How’s little ol’ me an abomination?"

"They’re not dumb, heathen. But since you asked so nicely, yes, yes I would.” She hurriedly begins unpacking her bag and soon has a fairly large stack of books out. She looks up at Thavrin with a somewhat unnerving grin.

"Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?"

Thavrin gawked at her, jaw slack, and then he took a couple steps away.

"Lady, you’re nuts if you think I’m gonna listen to a sermon! I ain’t stepped foot in a church since EVER! Just… wait a minute. Do you always carry all those books around with you?”

"What? Yes, of course I do-where else would I put them?"

#wrathfulandsullen

All vampires are abominations. I hope you know that.

"Aw. You are going to hurt my feelings," the vampire said with a mock pout.

He then shook his head and replaced the pout with his smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Of course they are abominations. I still reserve the right to be offended by such a statement, however. I am not them. 'Them' are the scuttleheads who skulk about in caves and make a bloody mess. Those days are well behind me.”

"If we were in Morrowind, they’d hunt you down like a *dog*, you know."

"Mm, but we are not in Morrowind, are we? I left that hellhole over two centuries ago when I realized that no one gave a steaming pile of guar dung about what I was going through. Here, I am excluded by choice, and the Nords are too dim-witted to know a vampire when they see one. Not that it is obvious, anyway. I have made friends and I have made family here, and I will protect them until my eternal life span reaches its abrupt end. An end that will not be brought about by you.

"So, yes, I am better than the others."

"It's only a matter of *time* before you succumb to the bloodlust and become like the others. That's what happens to all vampires sooner or later. Don't you ever worry you'll end up hurting the ones you care about?"

#dalamusrex

All vampires are abominations. I hope you know that.

"Aw. You are going to hurt my feelings," the vampire said with a mock pout.

He then shook his head and replaced the pout with his smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Of course they are abominations. I still reserve the right to be offended by such a statement, however. I am not them. 'Them' are the scuttleheads who skulk about in caves and make a bloody mess. Those days are well behind me.”

And what makes you think you’re any better than them, *vampire*?

"I blend with society, and even contribute to it—usually. I take only what I need and no more. I do not kill any longer unless it is necessary for my survival or the safety of the ones I care about. I do not flaunt my affliction to terrorize townsfolk. The list goes on. I am not a feral vampire, nor am I inexperienced with keeping a low profile. If you are looking to lecture someone, you have come months too late. I have already gotten that talk."

#countdown to meeting your soulmate

"If we were in Morrowind, they'd hunt you down like a *dog*, you know."

#dalamusrex

00:00:00 >:D

manwiththesilvertongue-blog

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

rpmememaker

Honestly, don't be afraid to just show up in my inbox at random

I may not be the kind of RPer that does all my drafts everyday, but I do often check my inbox/messages.

So if your muse misses mine, don’t be afraid to show up with a random text message or mini-para or sentence or question or whatever. I promise I won’t get mad at you.

This also goes for anyone who wants to interact with my muse. Just throw something random in my inbox. Even if I don’t answer it for some reason, I’ll probably message you back.

(doing the snow queen thing that everyone else is doing. Dollmaker here -> http://www.azaleasdolls.com/snowqueen.html )

#nalvie is a lovely snow queen look at her

"Be quiet. Dark elf'ssss too loud." ((bad lizard no))

Why? Is it hurting your ears?

I suppose I could preach an eeeeentsy bit quieter if it is hurting your ears.…Wait do Argonians even have ears?

#deepforesthunter

I see you are still around, abomination. How is it that no one has exterminated you yet? Why, if we were in Morrowind...

Thavrin batted his eyelashes up at Nalvyna and smiled. His skin was warm and dark, his eyes were black and relatively normal, and his fangs were much less fangorious than the last time they’d met.

"Gee whiz, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, lady! How’s little ol’ me an abomination?"

She is visibly taken aback. “H-how? Wait! I know! You—you’ve *fed* recently, haven’t you? Yes, that’s it.” She nods sagely to herself. “Thought you could fool me, did you?” she adds, smirking, though her voice is still a little tinged with doubt.

Thavrin laughed, and pulled an apple out of his bag. He took a big bite out of it, and made a big deal of chewing it.

"Sure thing, lady, I ‘fed’ recently. I ate a whole bunch of dandelions, and some salmon, and a whole bottle of wine! Then I took a nap in a sunny field, and when I woke up there was a cute li’l bunny grazing nearby! Sure sounds like things that a vampire would do, huh?" He took another bite. "Any other dumb questions? Or did you wanna tell me some dumb stories about the Tribunal or the Three Stooges, or whatever you call those guys!"