#foulmurder

[mewmewkira]

Ah yes, tiktok sounds taking over my drawings. I felt like it was too fitting for them :P. Finally came back to my drawing tablet after a long break.

[fallout-tes-rph]

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[rsdaynia]

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              ‘  not  now ,   ‘    nerevar  says ,    staring  at  countless  diagrams    &   maps .    he  fidgets  with  his  ring ,   the  moon    &   star  so  weightily  blessed  by  his  patron ,    &   feels  his  faith  flickering .   golden  eyes  etch  themselves  in  sketches  of  the  tools ,   of  the  heart ,  of  all  that  was   &   will  be .   he  doesn’t  remember  the  last  time  he  slept ,    &    it  wasn’t  as  if  that  mattered  to  him  anyways .   ‘  thank  you  but  —   i’m  busy .  ‘

｡☽☆﹡ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘   /    𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 . ﹡✧ *

[enkikiwi]

@foulmurder || one-liner!!

          “...I used to read about you when I was younger. You’re why I was able to go free. Thank you.”

[khazun-blog]

whose  BRILLIANT  idea  was  it  to  send  an  orc  onto  the  island  of  dark  elves?  surely  none  would  note  her  towering  stance  &  protruding  lower  canines.  the  commander  was  going  to  get  a  serious  chat  when  she  made  it  back  to  her  ship   (  granted  the  voyage  back  would  be  long  so  the  she-orc’s  anger  would  have  to  endure  for  the  time  being  ).  huffing  through  her  nose  in  frustration,  yatul  continued  walking  along  the  ashen  paths  of  the  FILTHY  township  which  she  could  not,  nor  care  to,  remember  the  name  of   ─   something  having  to  do  with  a  so-called  god  of  the  dunmer.  her  true  destination  was  the  market,  where  she  was  to  locate  the  contact  that  would  assist  her  throughout  her   ─   hopefully  BRIEF    ─   stay  on  the  isle. 

once  situated  against  a  post  of  one  of  the  bustling  stalls,  yatul  impatiently  awaited  the  arrival  of  her  contact  with  her  arms  crossed  before  her,  sending  out  a  glare  as  she  kept  watch  for  whoever  this  person  was.   ❛   they  better  not  be  late.   ❜

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[silvrhunt-blog]

            THE WILD HUNT ROARED     &    they answered.  ⁃ ⁃   ( @foulmurder​ )

            ORDERS WERE CLEAR   ,   protect the esteemed guest —— make sure everything went smoothly.        to dull it down   ,   babysit a god.       he was    almost   amused at the fuss his fellow eye gave.        flicking tail in anger and cursing under his breath.        how     we should be in there     and certainly not out here   ,   awaiting for the worst to happen.        it seemed only days ago and small towns were burned by . . . radical racist.         the flash of blood spewing    ,    grasping of his armor and begging to save a child he couldn't.        damn the heritance.       his book closed on his thumb   ,    silver hues squeezing shut as his free hand pinched at the bridge of his nose. removing or attempting to remove the images from his head.       he heard racket that instantly snapped him back into the now   ,   the reality that was unfolding.        history writing itself right before his eyes.

hopping off the box he placed his book behind him for safe keeping before entering    his mode.        arms folded over his chest tightly    ,    darkened brows furrowing   ,   and a wicked look of anger.        as if he was waiting to reach out and rip someones soul.          THIS WAS HIS TERRITORY —— well to a certain extent.         raised behind the walls   ,    growing up even if he had different ears   &   antlers to compliment.        brown curls delicately cupping his cheeks instead of bright blonde or white hair.        he didn't match the beauty   ,   but he certainly showed he belonged.        tongue peeking from behind fang and lips to brush over his lower as he gave the khajiit a look of     disinterest.        ❛    —— whime am ni símen?  ❜        a scoff and the boy turned his attention back to the crowd   ,   rolling his shoulders back to crack into place.

[ichorsought]

“I trust that this is just the beginning of a long and mutually beneficial relationship.”

tes: v starters / accepting!

“ I hope so. ” The soldier chuckled, his face slightly rosy from hours under the sun. He’s had quite the day traveling with his new companion; relieved to have a friend in this strange land, even. At least now they were finally settled with a small fire & guars tied against a large fungus.

“ What was your name again, f’lah? I don’t think I caught it when we left the village. ”

[frozenages]

Stains from tears marked the pale specters cheeks in display of her eternal sadness. Free to wander Nirn for no ties bound her to a single place. For what kept her on this mortal plane was unknowable to the lingering soul. If she was to listen closely, she could hear her beloved call out to her in the wind. Or it was just something she wanted it to be? No light nor the image of her patron did she she at the hour of her death or any day since.

The amulet she wore in life was still around her neck. No dullness nor the ravages of time marked it now as the swirling sun was the brightest of all. Like her eyes, shining like stars. But there was something new. Something familiar that pulled her out of her despair. A warmth like a sun that had long set.      

If she was the moon, this being was the sun. Both bright and dark. Just before an eclipse. Ghostly fingers gripped the fabric of her gown as she slowly turned. Fully seen this being. Had Auri-El finally come? No, it was not he. Of course it was not. How could she think it so? 

“I...remember you...” Even as her presence was cold, her voice was like the tranquil peace of chimes that come from all around.

“Have you come to mock me?”

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