#act two.

[dreadmaiden]

@helldusked liked for a starter :/

she has grown accustomed to this ritual. every morning, just as the sun pulls over the horizon, divina sits at the mouth of myr's tent, patient and quiet as the other woman braids her hair. there used to be stubbornness on divina's part. gnashing and growling like an animal. oh, how she has changed! docile as a mouse, she remains seated with her back straight and hands folded neatly on her lap.

"where did you learn to do this?" she asks. it's the first thing she has said since she sat down. "did you have sisters?"

[dreadmaiden]

would you relax for a second? i'm just checking on you.

INSERT LINK HERE — @viciousbark

a guttural growl escapes as divina twists and turns, evading each and every attempt to allow the tiefling to inspect her wounds. she does not need help. especially gabe's. the slashes on her side suggest otherwise but divina has never shown herself to be an agreeable person.

"just leave it," she snaps through gritted teeth. her hand shifts to curl around her waist. it's sticky and lukewarm. the bleeding has stopped but has not dried.

the other hand grabs her fallen dagger and points it at his direction. in this fragile state, it's hard to keep the weapon steady. her voice is tense as she tell him, "go. away."

[dreadmaiden]

i feel like we're not alone .

PROMPT LIST WILL GO HERE ONE DAY — @sorreng4il

something is alive in the lands that were once reithwin. their druid tagalong has warned them plenty of times about the shadows that inhabit this area. regardless, his descriptions do not do the place justice. there is a haunting rot that creeps up everywhere.

divina doesn't think the moonmaiden's protection is enough to keep the curse at bay.

"stay vigilant," she responds. her hand hovers over her dagger. a voice in the back of her head goads divina into forgetting about the shadow creatures and attack her companions instead. her fingers curl around the handle but she refuses to give in.

something rustles in the dead bushes. a blessing for divina. a curse for the rest of the group.

[dreadmaiden]

stop licking the damn thing! ( from kore, simply bc i NEED this line )

GALE - ISMS — @calamitism

divina is nothing if not stubborn. her curiosity has gotten the best of her while the party wanders around the orthon's former quarters. it's nasty, for lack of better word. bloodied weapons and half-rotting bodies litter the place. even for someone who takes special interest in the gory and macabre, this is a bit much.

by this point, they've explored enough to encounter the giant spider carcass. she's been warned already to be careful when interacting with the mass of meat. and, like usual, she does not heed the warning. the first taste test reveals the true, disgusting nature of the spider's purpose.

and it easily inspires irritation from her companions. there's very little that amuses divina these days. especially things that aren't related to bloodshed and murder. she'll take what she can get.

her stare does not break as she puts the flesh to her mouth to lick it again.

[dreadmaiden]

i think we need to get you some air and perhaps have a long talk about unresolved childhood issues.

AS SAID BY GALE . . . — @rotdame

there is an unsettling feeling that has lingered ever since they set foot at moonrise. maybe a few minutes away from the wretched place would do divina some good. there is an uneasy feeling of familiarity as they wandered around. some of the tower's occupants appear to glance at her with some semblance of recognition.

she agrees without a fight. her head bows with a curt nod before turning towards the foot of the steps. "we will have to talk of your childhood," she says as they climb up the winding staircase. there is one memory that lingers in the back of her mind but divina does not wish to discuss it. the memory is foul. it reminds her of how monstrous she truly is. she decides to continue on with her amnesiac pretence instead. "i do not recall mine therefore i do not have one."

[dreadmaiden]

❛ did you miss me? ❜

MIA: THE MEME THIS IS FROM — @fina1act

divina had hoped that the inn would be the last time they'd cross paths with raphael. he has a way of popping up when she least expects it. as her companions have warned her numerous times, an audience with a devil is not exactly promising news.

confusion colours her face at the question. yes, she is aware he is jesting. yes, she knows the question is rhetorical. still, she can't help but think it's a very odd thing to say. "not really," she responds without thinking. she thinks back on their previous encounter. there was a small joy in rigging his game of lanceboard. "we just saw you. i should be asking you if you missed me."

[dreadmaiden]

“ i've seen that face before. just not on anyone living. ”

SOUTHERN GOTHIC — @theundeadgospel

the statement brings a sense of dread within divina. it's a foreboding observation. she does not pretend to understand what could elicit such a response from the body at their feet.

her feet awkwardly shuffle, refraining from giving into the temptation of nudging the corpse. there is no shortage of harbingers within these cursed lands. the intense shadows are a warning in and of itself. despite this, they have to keep going. the harper had promised a safe haven just beyond these twisted trees. "is it an omen?"

[dreadmaiden]

SNIPPY SNAPPY STARTER — @calamitism (isobel)

she has been staring for longer than socially acceptable. coming from a place of complete curiosity, divina asks, "the eyes. do you do that every day?"