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;; Holy shit that’s awesome. :D What do you use to make icons?
thNKA YOU and I use a pretty poopy version of PS

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beastbloodx replied to your post: [ breA THeS look how pretty they’re co...
;; Holy shit that’s awesome. :D What do you use to make icons?
thNKA YOU and I use a pretty poopy version of PS
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' You there. I would ask for directions, if you have them. '
{The Dog and the Dunmer [Teldryn|Lira]}
What had triggered him to venture to Whiterun was beyond his realm of comprehension. The farther he was from the Nords, the better. Not that he hated the race itself, it was the memory he was constantly keeping at bay that determined his need to avoid the race entirely.
It was in the market that he laid eyes upon her. Her figure was what drew him in first. Robust and deadly, just how he loved them. Then came the ungodly long, ravenette hair. Mephala, give him strength! And just as he was certain she was too good to be true, his eyes fell upon her comrades: The Companions' leaders Vilkas and Farkas. He let out a long sigh of disappointment. He knew the good the Companions did throughout Skyrim, but the smell. And to add to the list, for whatever reason it was they had a war amongst the other, Vampires were always following these poor slobs about. And Teldryn had no time or want of the Vampire culture. Shame, though. She was beautiful.
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;; also, the fuck is she doing helping you cook in wolf form??? XD
she wanted to try her doggone best
"That melody reminds me of something my mother used to sing..." And she smiles at the memory, despite how painfully bittersweet it is.
Halldis turned to look at the stranger in surprise. She studied the other woman's features, noting something slightly sad in her expression, but decided it was best not to comment.
"It's one of the few Nordic songs I know," she smiled softly, "My Da taught it to me when I was little."
Have you ever eaten a giants toe?
Halldis grimaced and vigorously shook her head, “No. I’ve eaten a lot of things, but never a Giant’s toe. And I hope I never have to.”