#erkalla

[ileviathana]

whistle: goth dad

eresh: goth mom

[lycheexbee]

Friends on the Other Side? 3 Death Gods? Living With Lords of Death?

I don’t know, there’s gotta be a clever pun here somewhere. Anyway, Here’s Orisiris, Egyptian god of the underworld, Ereshkigal, Mesopotamian Queen of the Underwold, and Hades, Edgelord of the Underworld.

[sunsfyre-archive-blog]

@erkalla | cont.

    kingdoms were built to withstand the most trying of times. and her father had allowed her passage to king’s landing with the notion that she would be safe at all times. the princess had believed that to be true, as well. and in this moment she stands over a man’s body, dagger in hand – she is no longer sure how true that thought had been. how had he gotten in here? her fingers are shaking, dress wet with blood; seemingly frozen as she looks down upon the warm corpse. she hadn’t even heard the door open, she was so distraught. the more she looks at him, studying his colors - those were the colors of her father’s enemies. their rival kingdom had went through the trouble to send an assassin to murder the heiress. but then her eyes meet rhaenys’s and for a moment she’s lost on what to say. “ he was going to kill me. ”

Strangled scream escapes princess’ lips --- entering the others chambers with a smile upon her features that soon dropped when dark eyes landed on the corpse, on the blood and dagger. Rhaenys had merely wanted to see if their guest is alright and now hands cover her mouth to hide her shock. Yet quickly room is crossed in worry, hands reaching out to land upon Ereskigal’s shoulders to make sure the other princess is not hurt.     “OH GODS!”    An exclamation filled with concern; too focused on the worry for the one she has come to consider a friend to let anger overcome her ( how could anyone d a r e to attack her within family’s halls? ).     “Are you alright, princess?”   

      Gaze drops to the fabrics of her dress, red with what she hopes is the attacker’s blood, before Rhaenys glances towards the man on the floor once more. Mind is racing, a little dizzy and not quite sure what to do until she takes a slow, calming breath.     “Please, sit down--- I will send for a maester and the guards and my parents. We need to make sure you are SAFE.”

[iravinehq]

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[diiivon-blog]

his teeth clacked together every few moments literally tasting the remnants that lingered upon the air; which mostly included the aroma of decay and death. This realm was unlike most he had visited throughout his voyage, although the scents were something he had grown familiar with. Phasing out in a form of argon and stardust, he appeared a few meters elsewhere, the only sound escaping from his slender form was that ever-going teeth gnashing.