I AM DEATH

I PUT THE FUN IN FUNERAL. independent and selective dungeons and dragons oc. approach with caution. penned by: fork.

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@dcstructivcs / ZAIDEN.

        SHE’S PLAYING WITH one of her knives, Mindful Wrath sits in her palm, the deep green sliding along pale fingers. But Zahirith is not focused on the weapon, her gaze is FOCUSED, settled on another pale figure littered with tattoos. He’s only a few feet away, and when he gets close enough, she catches his arm with her free hand, touch GENTLE, a small smile playing on her lips. “You wanna have some fun?”

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LIKE FOR A STARTER 🔪

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LIKE FOR A STARTER 🔪

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“You don’t need water to feel like you’re drowning, do you?”

— Jodi Picoult: Nineteen Minutes

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“Men have used her meanly. She will eat them.”

— Sylvia Plath from Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices (via skywalkerastolat)

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THE DAGGERS.

discipline - dark in hue, with hints of red along the handle, this one is a bit more archaic, thicker than most of her daggers and also larger. can rip through bone.

penalty - black, matte, with a little pipe along the handle for poison that trickles through a series of intricate holes in the blade.

mindful wrath - deep green, very thin, extremely sharp. meant to mortally wound, but for the bleeding to be slow and torturous.

rage - a series of three small daggers about the size of her hand, these are white and gray in the memory of marble, covered in little roses. 

danse macabre - similar to mindful wrath, but this one is larger, about twice the size. shaped with twists and curves that give the blades the appearance of a flame.

abstinence - purple, this one closes and is kept for emergency situations only.

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UNKNOWN.

“ you’re right. yeah, it’s fine. “ he exhales, giving her a small nod. darren shakes himself out of stupor, halfway, and turns to peer behind him. he can’t make anything out, whoever was after him didn’t follow very far. “ they looked like a group of assholes. all dressed up in hunter gear. had blades that could cut through metal. “

HIS VOICE PIERCES into her brain, and for a second the thief is standing quite still before a smirk creeps across her face. it’s almost EERIE, ghostly in presence and bloody in presentation. “well, so do i. and i bet you i’m better than all of them combined, so i’d say you’re in pretty good hands, yeah?”

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LIKE FOR A THING! 🔪

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@ofsnipcrs | ZAIDEN.

SHE’S STUDYING HIM, she has been for the past five minutes. eyes slightly narrowed, lids covering the gray that appears closer to white. if looks could KILL, this would be the one. hand twists her dagger around and around, fidgeting with danger but she never seems to cut herself despite the flash of silver. there was something BUBBLING inside of her, boiling to the top – and before the thief could let it GO, a huff passes ruby red lips, and she’s up and out the door.

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i’ll be moving all active threads i have over here also!

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  WITH FIRE IN HER EYES  &  A DAGGER IN HER HANDS

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UNKNOWN.

Keyleth tries to spot the source of the voice from above, squinting into the snow. Did Gilmore install some sort of…security device? A glyph maybe?

“Um, hello? Is someone there? Are you real?”

A SMIRK LANDS lightly on pale features, and the tiefling tilts her head. Below, there’s a flash of red and green --- something FAMILIAR to her eyes. She... knows this one. Zahirith is sure of it. 

“Of course I’m real... Or do you often talk to disembodied voices?” Amusement hints at her tone, and she climbs slowly down into view. “Sorry I can’t be more of h---” Yes, there she is. Considering where the tiefling was, it was only a matter of time that she ran into one of the group. There were so many STORIES. “Do you know where Gilmore might have gone? I’ve been asking around but no one has said a word. It’s rather urgent.”

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doodles of my DnD bard tiefling Fender who carries a fantasy electric guitar

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JOHNNY.

           & – WILD GRIN REMAINED firmly in place, a chuckle falling past pierced lips as the young rockstar wove his way CLOSER to her – just enough to hold out the flyer to her. It was BRILLIANTLY detailed, smattered with DARK, yet intriguing, IMAGERY that seemed to speak of something more than the typical GLITZ and glam of Rock ‘n Roll. ❝ Fuck yeah. I mean, better to get a FREE signing now before we make it HUGE like Metallica. ❞ Johnny offered with a smirk, a tasteful WINK following. ❝ It’s at the Whiskey, set begins at TEN O’CLOCK, sharp. Then at midnight, my band ‘n I will be hanging out an’ shit. We’ve got DEMOS, merch… ❞

        GAZE FLICKERS DOWN to the flyer, hands crimping the edges as she STUDIES the finer intricacies with a hum he couldn’t hear over the sounds of LA. It looked like the EXACT thing she’d break her rules for, but he was enough to attest to that. It wasn’t OFTEN she found someone else who dressed like she did, not here anyways. His confidence was intoxicating, and that smile on her face only GROWS. “... I’ll be sure to do that then, JUST IN CASE.” Hands take their time in folding the paper, sliding it into her back pocket with a tilt of her head. White hair slides along her cheek, “By the sound of it you’re already LEAGUES to the Metallica standard.” Is she flirting? Maybe. Zahirith might get some free stuff... things she won’t have to STEAL when no one is looking.