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#RUINMER. a private, selective, and mutuals only blog for ANEEDRIL FERNALOCK. a follower for an upcoming mod from the elder scrolls v: skyrim. 21+ only. may contain dark topics; viewer discretion advised. preformed by merlot. 28. agender. it/he/they. married. psds by gloomglimmer.

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#pinned. dni.

i am the birthday boy

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this blog will get a makeover within the few days

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aneedril biting somebody because they're planning on stealing an artifact from a ruin.

#ooc .

The Fernlock Siblings

#project notes .#baslin tag .

the green pact & her beliefs in it.

it is a common practice amongst the bosmer to practice the green pact. the pact made between bosmeri people & their god y'ffre, which is the agreement that no plant life is to be eaten or harmed, and resources they hunt and gather should not be wasted, so one would find that a lot of wood elves are strict carnivores.

aneedril follows this belief loosely for her own reasons, as she will still mainly consume red and white meats in her diet, but she was raised most of her life outside valenwood and instead in cyrodiil; so there will be very rare occasions, like once in a decade for her, where she'll indulge in plant-based dishes; but it's not without great stomach pain afterwards because she's not used to the dietary change.

so it's more of a dietary preference over a religious preference for her at the end of the day.

#lore .#project notes .

maureen2musings

A walk in the woods

tylerwayneglass

#aes .#valenwood .

leondxs

The creature's gaze is intense, despite the calm reserve of his behavior. Something he cannot hide - the hunger lingering in the glistening amber amidst a sea of pitch. But his intentions lay bare before her. He holds no ill-will towards his fellow Bosmer. He is well fed. She makes for good conversation. He sees no point in killing someone without cause or need, especially if they offer him much needed company. Indeed, there are very few who would make civil conversation with a vampire.

The question stirs memories - pleasant when he focused on the importance of the word 'before'. Dagon's forces had devastated their homeland in a blazing inferno. But before that...

❝ Beautiful. ❞ the word comes stiffly, worsened by his already stunted way of speaking, ❝ The trees flooded the sky with such greenery, you might mistake the day for night. The waters ran clearer than any mirror. The beasts were plentiful and mighty, nourished by The Green. ❞

He pauses in contemplation. A furrow manifests in his brow, a sadness lingering in his distant gaze. It no longer focuses on she, instead on nothing in particular.

❝ It was wild, untamed. It reflected its people in that manner, I suppose. ❞

ruinmer

She lingers there for a moment, taking in his words, his experience with their homeland before the devastating events tarnished it. Valenwood was scarred, she was recovering sure by the time she was born, but she does wish she could've seen as he has. Maybe one day, if she lives that long, she'll see it as he's described it once again.

"I should go back one day." she admits to him, "I don't think I've been in Valenwood since I was a mere babe." she still keeps her distance but her posture is softer now, more open to the conversation. "I did get to see the Great Forest of Cyrodiil, I even got to live within her branches for a time, but I don't think she'll ever compare to the roots that birthed me." she pauses for a moment, "Do you know of the city of Woodhearth? That's where I was born, as was my brother."

#leondxs

like many in tamriel, aneedril harbors a deep disdain for the thalmor. they've caused so much damage not only to wood elves, but also to their home of valenwood.

#tbt .

OH and another thing. aneedril's teeth look like this but her canines are shorter than what's pictured here.

#project notes .#canons .#teeth //

continued. @leondxs

The bosmer pauses at hearing the answer to her question, contemplating the next. In truth, it was a rarity that she would find herself in the company of a vampire, even more so, actively engaging with one as casually as she was, but she had an opportunity to ask questions she'd been curious about. To ask about things that the mer before her has experienced in his years of immortality.

She finally speaks again, shifting in her chair as she closes her journal and puts it back on the table next to her. "What was Valenwood like, before the Oblivion Crisis?" She could've asked anyone that question in the fifty years she's been alive, but tonight she decides to ask him.

#leondxs #she doesn't know much about the oblivion crisis tbh so

werebeast verse: lioness of the moons. summary: a verse where aneedril has been inflicted by the werelion strain of lycanthrophy, while she was living in cyrodiil with her family.

most things remain the same in this retelling, but she leads a more solitary life, refusing to join a pride, even though many other werelions she's run into have tried. she uses her curse sparingly, because she fears she might kill somebody again one day, or worse, infect another. the only times she'll use it if she's alone in a ruin to defend herself against anything that might dwell in there.

hiricine whispers in her ear, trying to get her to succumb to the hunt, and sometimes he's almost successful.

#verses.

i knew it was coming but i still cried

#akotsk spoilers //#ooc .

oh btw, aneedril is on a strict carnivore diet

#ooc .#bosmer things