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[atrabclla]

[ @cruorrors​ | s.c. ]

         ❝ You have the eyes. The ones that know death more intimately than a person ever should. ❞

[lionbled-archive]

@cruorrors

It took some time getting used to the presence of the new thane. Especially one of similar nature to him and Sybille. One could say the altmer was rather suspicious of the dunmer, wondering about his motives. He had a feeling that the deeds he had done for thaneship weren’t exactly out of the goodness of his heart.

He stands there in his usual corner, listening to the court muse about war tactics and politics when he notices a familiar presence in his midst. To no surprise it was the dunmer, ❝ I was beginning to wonder when you’d show up... ❞ he doesn’t even turn his head to acknowledge the other ❝ Though to be entirely honest, you hardly missed anything. Just reports from the Thalmor Embassy and such. ❞

[screamcr]

five senses     /    @cruorrors​​​ inquired :     ​❝ did you hear that ?   ❞

     she follows the melody of the night, hungry flames cracking wood betwixt warmed teeth as sparks dance to the rhythm of the gentle breeze that threaded through auburn leaves and wild grasses, slender fingers deftly following the lead of y’ffre as to better pass the night away . far from the noise of townships and cities her strumming notes seemed more welcome, made to match the wandering rhythm of tamriel’s heart as each plunked cord fell into place with the order of nature surrounding the two travelers, a barrier to swallow their foreign presence and let the night pass till morning broke through the dark .

     time had passed easily betwixt the two travelers as scattered cobbled roads guided them from hold to hold, conversation light as disparities in their handling of fate kept a comfortable silence a far more welcome companion ; she benefited from the safety of his company, deadric influence woven through his flesh a ward to fend off most rabble which she easily avoided on her own, and he was one of few who seemed to care for her sharpened fangs stained with the flesh of man and mer .

     consumed by the syncopated accents of skyrim, the voice of her mer companion stalls her languid gestures of comfort and piques to attention her long ears in search of what stirred out of place ; her senses were hindered by the frozen temperatures which assaulted the jungle elf, forcing layers upon layers to build a barrier betwixt her flesh and that of the earth . there were no shortage of those who hunted them both, the mantle of dovah an enticing scent which seemed to draw feral, starving beasts after them, nipping at their heels with every few feet they managed to grasp in freedom . how she hated such a life .

      ❝    your senses are far greater than my own, you know,    ❞  smile nothing more than a blood tinged frame for filed fangs she replies with a subtle jest, poking at the other’s deadric senses which far outshined her own hunter’s expertise, the cold scent of the night carrying little to warn her beyond the shiver which ran down her spine,  ❝    should we be concerned ?    ❞

[lionbled-aa]

@cruorrors​ -  “ you’re covered in blood . is it yours ? “

It’s not an unusual sight for the altmer to be smeared with blood, especially if it wasn’t mostly his. He wipes whatever stains his hands onto his satchel. ❝ Most of it, no not really. ❞ he admits, ❝ They got a few good hits on me though, ❞ a finger then points to a small hole in his armor, where an arrow had previously resided ❝ like here. ❞ A brow then raises, ❝ Why do you ask? Most importantly, why do you care? ❞ He says in a harsh tone. He doubted the dunmer had any genuine concern for him, after all when they ran into each other outside of Solitude they were butting heads or clashing swords, or both.

[edilaith]

Shal says kiss kiss 😘

        𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤  𝔥𝔢𝔯  𝔴𝔞𝔶       out  of  eternal  slumber  bore  a  curse  of  isolation,  damning  her  to  prowl  the  earth  as  a  blood-hungry  beast  by  her  lonesome.    poison  concocted  by  newfound  bitterness  flows  cold  in  her  veins,  replacing  the  vigor  once  bloomed  from  her  center     /     trust  acclimated  within  her  hands  lay  limp  between  her  strangling  fingers  until  it  was  pried  away  by  shal’van  and  resurrected,  ownership  reclaimed  by  him  forever.

        a  phantom  ache  haunts  her  stilled  heart  with  every  kiss  they  share     /     though  lifeless,  it’s  also  in  his  possession.             sometimes,  she  thinks  their  crossing  fates  was  a  gift  given  to  her  by  her  divines  as  a  thank  you  for  her  devoutness.     like  stolen  saccharine,  she  would  become  hollow  if  starved  of  him.

      ❝        𝐦𝐲  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞,        ❞           she  coos  as  lips  depart,   pallid  touch  gracing  raven  locks  like  snowfall.     an  imprint  of  bloodied  petals  is  left  upon  his  neck  as  her  mouth  meets  his  skin.                                                                                   ❝        𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫’𝐬  𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞  𝐦𝐞  𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥       { . . . }       𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐢  𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭  𝐚  𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞  𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭.        ❞

[edilaith]

𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖉 💬  𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗.     |     { @cruorrors }

     ❝         𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐦𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.         ❞

[edilaith]

@cruorrors       ;       ❝   𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔱  𝔦𝔱  𝔬𝔯  𝔦'𝔩𝔩  𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢.  ❞

        𝔞  𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔱  𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥     evades  ruby  velvets,  honeyed  ringlets  gracing  spine’s  center  as  her  head  tilts  back.        onyx  claws  graze  across  his  skin  as  she  slings  an  arm  over  his  shoulder,  curvature  propping  her  chin  as  bared  whites  meet  his  jawline,  teasing.

       tone silken as she quips,            ❝         𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐭𝐨  𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧  𝐨𝐫  𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞  𝐦𝐞?         ❞

[ulfhrafnx]

how do I smell to you 👀 (cruorrors)

    quarters. i’m only half joking. he has a metallic aroma to him as a result of all the blood he consumes, the same overwhelming smell of blood in the air after blood shed. it’s still uniquely his own. vampires have a certain scent that marks them as vampires to creatures like lira, but everyone’s body chemistry is different so no two vampires smell exactly alike. i imagine it comes down to what they come in contact with, they might smell more strongly of their prey than anything else. lira would also be able to pick up traces of where he’s travelled and the people / creatures he’s come in contact with. i also hc magic as leaving certain residue behind so in shal’s case depending on what spells he casts he might smell of remnants of that to lira as well. in my mind vampires by default smell like ice cubes abandoned in the freezer tray too long, they absorb the scents around them, its a weird cold smell, not necessarily unpleasant  but definitely strange.  // @cruorrors