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// threeee of five
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// threeee of five
((I assume the world you came from, wherever it is, was pretty damn neat, and you had some good times there???))
You might say so. It was ever so lovely until I was slain and dismembered, left to rot in the crushing embrace of such darkness that no living creature ought ever to witness. Even that had its charms.Ah, but yes. My home. Very charming. The sky was violet, our beasts of burden had each two heads, and I was powerful.
69, 85, 86
WHICH IS BETTER:
69. Shorter or taller
"Taller, usually."
HAVE YOU EVER:
85. Fallen for a friend
A beat of silence. "Yes."
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
86. Yourself
"Only in certain matters, I'm afraid."
"Oh, its you"
((How did he become a follower of Mara?))
(( When his mother and baby sister were killed in the Oblivion Crisis, he was nearly mentally broken, and turned to Mara and the Temple for comfort.
Though, that was the turning point really. Ever since he was small, he had an attraction to Mara, and enjoyed going to mass as it was the only time he ever got an hour of quiet where he didnt have to fear his brothers’ antics. Going to the temple, when he needed the comfort, just seemed natural to him. ))
+ askerandur
Her eyes narrow in suspicion of the stranger, a flicker of caution stiffening her posture. A hooded stranger is far from the most unusual thing so far north in Skyrim's cold clutches, though wariness is something she has been taught from a young age.
With a faint smile on her lips, she nods a gentle greeting to the other, forearm resting on her dagger's hilt.
((psst ✔))
(( *cuddles and pets; then hides* ))
"What are you doing here?"
"Enjoying the weather," Dalamus said, impressively straight-faced considering how sarcastic he was actually being. Riften was warming up this time of year, and though the locals might have liked it, a vampire such as himself preferred the colder seasons. It was because of this increasing temperature that the mer found himself taking refuge within the Temple of Mara despite it being fairly early in the morning. He was going to wait until there was some more cloud cover or something before willingly walking out in that unnecessary warmth.