#creatures of night musing

[maidenfled]

Greetings Travellers.

May the warmth of my fire be shared so that its flames warm the absence in your soul. My food is yours, eat and be replenished. The water is fresh, and pure - drink and be refreshed.

My story is can wait, let us see to your ease first.

Whatever you need, let me be of service.

The absence in my soul? Well, that is a tale for another time.

Quick rapid fire of myself: lower 30s, Female (she/her), hetero, mental madness, monogamously married. Minors DNI.

Open To: building stories together, spooky rp, flirting, fleshing out worlds, teasing, battle/attacks, open to ideas. I also enjoy being a supporting character to help give life to your stories. As I figure out what to put here I will

Fight Worthy: Do not come at me please with expectations of sex.

Side Blogs:

@cobblers-wife for medieval postings

@mewling-cultist for lovecraftian horror postings

@feral-istic & von-stabba for vampiric horror before stuck for gore

I will share images of blood/violence, occasionally things NSFW >_> NSFT - eventually my brain will catch up on needs be, please be patience with my fumbles.

Working on posting more writings though i primarily wrote horror/gore things so this is a whole practice of genre stretching for me!

Buuuut- of course how can I reject which is within the blood itself? ^_^

New to the rp side of tumblr (thank you so much for ypur kindness and art and just spectacular minds everyone! This has been so uplifting and fun! I don't have the words to accurately express my excitement ♡ i really appreciate the chance to join in the Bloodhaven realm) I feel like all I do is bumble and step on toes - which i do not aim to do so! Im still learning and will adjust as need be.

》I struggle with word salad, truly if I say something and it makes little sense, PLEASE let me know so that I can help clarify my words. Schizophrenic《

DMs, asks, tags/reblogs are all open

[maidenfled]

Leaning out the window as the town's life creates music in the stories below. Each breeze that churned the air only blew the scorched breath of hundreds back at her. The rumble in the back of her throat was muted. There were none to clash this heat driven fury against. Sighing she pushes away from the window to splash herself again with water in hopes of it lingering longer than a span of minutes.

[maidenfled]

Was there no pure water in this forsaken land? Those who could scout and were able to returned to the motley assortment of holy men with only dust and new lines of worry etched upon their faces. The Broken Arc mountains had never been a forgiving nor patient land, but it had always had pockets of water for those who staked their claim in the wilder lands. Every thin creek, every hidden oasis had been polluted. The horribly discolored corpses that were left to rot gave life only to the most base form of scavengers to which there was no lack. Monsters from deep within the mountains had begun their own pilgrimage to the surface. The gases of the corpses gave the areas a miasma of rot. Of decay. Of hope defiled. Rib-cages picked clean and left as a testimony that life was not welcome here. The huddled masses of the survivors of the cursed carnival in the hands of the adventurers who debate openly of which of the "annoying ones" to sacrifice to the dark gods they allow to nibble at their morals. What chance do they have?

[maidenfled]

I would welcome the night terror posts, medieval or otherwise.

Then let us see what is drawn out by the rich scent of spilled blood.

(Ooc: and when I panic, I promise the [PARANOIA] in ways hurts in just the perfect way to inspire to write the night terror posts. Typically in a journal then banished somewhere, but though delayed eventual there will be a mauling)