Mar 2, 2015
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"You look a bit lost. Are you looking for something?"
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"You look a bit lost. Are you looking for something?"
Long after the fleshy man had left with the Explorer, the podlings followed after them both, sheltered by the bushes and trees that made up their home. He was such a curious thing to look at, this stranger, and the more he walked, the more his feet looked like their roots. Exchanging glances, the little ones giggled together, sounding like the rustling of leaves in the wind. The smallest among them, a lithe one with short vines curled tightly to their head, climbed up into the trees and watched from above. The pair were walking... talking and laughing together. Even if they couldn't hear because of the distance between them and the adults, they could tell from the soft shift of the wind and the scent of freshening lilacs that Ryson was imparting knowledge that hadn't been told outside their borders in ages and ages.
Story time was always something important and something wonderful, so together the podlings moved to grasp the words, ready to flatten themselves into the bushes if either of the pair turned around to see who was following them. ...Why couldn't they speak up and make it easier for everyone to hear...?
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”Can I help you, or are you just going to stand there and stare?”
A Bone to Pick!
Or: Meet Me In The Bone Pit, Sucker
In the lowlands outside of a city called Kirkwall, on a continent known as Thedas, lay a deep, dusty bit of bad land known as the Bone Pit. Riddled with holes dug by miners and less savory beings alike, the Bone Pit earned its name for its chronic accidents that left myriad casualties and skeletons beyond count beneath the skin of the ground. That, and the stone was particularly calcified; Enough to dry out the skin of any foolish tourist without the sense to equip themselves with a good brand of Antivan lotion.
It has been said that the toil, trouble, and death within the Pit may have thinned the Veil there - that the boundary between the material world and the Fade was much less substantial. It was true enough that spiders, dragons, skeletons, and perhaps a demon or two were known to lurk there at times, but in the times since Kirkwall's Hero, Hawke, slew the last high dragon to act like it was somehow a nice place to live, it was quite barren both of wildlife and of tourists.
Not corpses, though. The Bone Pit was certainly full of bones, and bodies like to become bones soon. Today, exactly two visitors had come to check on the decay process. The first to arrive was a small black raven, eyes tinted gray and feathers tinted a slight red. The second was probably outside, but we'll get to him after the meal.
Right then, the bird was working on picking a bit of desiccated flesh from the red silk ribbon around its neck, a nasty bit of spilled meal that would have been fine were it just blood, but the pit's corpses were as dry as the pit itself, so the poor bird had gotten green-gray flesh on its bright red scarf - and how that clashes!
He had to look presentable, he thought, even if he hadn't a clue where he was. The raven was quite lost, not only having snuck out of his usual haunts, but out of his world altogether! In his aimless gliding about, the little feathered foreigner had torn his own little hole through the Fade and into the Free Marches at the bottom of a nasty, dusty mine, and decided to make the best of it.
Once he was clean, he took wing and sniffed his way toward where the air was cleaner by just a bit, crouching in front of a thin wooden door. "Well," he crowed to himself, "That's a bit of an obstacle!! I better find some thumbs quickly." Settled into think about how he, at a foot high, would open the door, he didn't even hear it creak open...
(That's not fair, you can't turn that around and make me blush like that)
♥ omg
♥ : HIS SMILE. His smile is so adorable, with those dimples. It's not much, but it can certainly brighten Solas's day, especially with those adorable dimples.
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Do I Follow Them?: HECK YES.
Why Did I Follow Them?: Because they write so lovely, and Roland is a cutie pieeeee.
Do We Role Play?: LOL, yes we doooo. :D
Do I Want To Role Play With Them: I SURE DOOOO.
An AU Idea For Our Muses: hmmmm. Arlathan AU!!!??!! Roland is a slave, and Fen'Harel is like 'I am your master', and all that stuff. DDDD: Actually, no, that would kill me. But I do like the idea that a slave or someone changed his view on the whole thing. WE CAN THINK OF MORE, OH YEAH.
A Song For Our Muses: Mystic's Dream by Loreena Mckinnit. ( I cannot spell her name.)
Do I Ship Our Muses?: No, but things happen.
What I Think About The Mun: YOU ARE SUPER SWEET AND NICE, -pulls you close- I'm gonna keep you here forever.
Overall Opinion: Adorable muse and adorable mun, EVERYONNE SHOULD FOLLOW.
Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10++++
{ enablingapostate sent in a ♪ } Varúð - Sigur Rós
Cold, silent and serene. Snow had been falling steadily for hours, piling atop itself inch by icy inch. It was almost ethereal, how what little light was left in the dark of night could catch on the flakes and make them into little flashes of crystal. Vau had been observing this quiet spectacle from beneath the gnarled branches of a petrified oak for some time. Snow had already piled neatly along the contours of his frame, and he had felt no inclination to shake it away. If any were mad enough to be traveling these hills in the dead of night through a snow storm, they might have mistaken the beast for one of the various carvings strewn throughout this land. All that set him apart was the occasional puff of breath from his nostrils, and the faint glow of silver from his eyes. The sharp chill in the air was of no concern to him - though the same could not be said for whoever had started a fire nearby. Muzzle shooting skyward and ears swiveling forward, Vau inhaled slowly, catching the very clear scent of dry, crackling smoke. There were also traces of leaves, loamy soil, leather - a traveler, likely from one of the many surrounding forests. Certainly a long way from anything familiar. Shifting his gaze, Vau caught a faint glimpse of flickering reds and yellows just a few paces uphill. Hm. Was it really worth investigating...? Of course it was. Snorting quietly, Vau jumped into a vigorous uphill trot, powering through the blanket of snow. It took far more work than he would've liked, but eventually he found himself standing on the very edges of the light's reach. Caution told him a direct approach would be unwise, and besides - he'd never been overly fond of fire. Gradually, he began sidling around the small camp, never taking his eyes from the form of the traveler bundled next to the fire. As soon as he was parallel to the huddled form, Vau came to a halt. “... Are you lost?”