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[leondxs]

{ re: leo sleeps so deeply people think he's dead; how many times has he been buried "alive" due to this? )

@lionofmara

far more than he’d care to admit

[the-feline-curator]

@lionofmara

[the-feline-curator]

My ABCs | Sin / Ma’Za

It was a chilly day in Riften; perhaps one of the coldest of the season so far. A soft ‘brr’ left the mouth of a new envoy of Mara; the young man tucking the pamphlets under his arm before rubbing his gloved hands together for a brief moment.

As another person drew near, he hurriedly retrieved one of the flyers and held it out, proudly announcing that there is “all the information one could desire about Mara and sermons in Riften!”. They ignored him. They always did. 

Several hours into the song and dance, the man finally received somebody who didn’t ignore him - a Khajiit; quite small and lithe compared to others, and alarmingly had little to nothing on her feet or body to protect her from the elements. He offered a smile, and the feline took the paper. She didn’t read it, though.

From Ma’Zarabi’s view, she took the paper out of a distinct, unsettling feeling of guilt at the idea of ignoring the person - the cat had noticed that the man had been stood there most of the day, and so decided that perhaps taking it would at least mean she wasn’t as bad as others. It must be the hunger; normally, she wouldn’t care in the slightest.

Still, she made herself comfortable nearby, and stared at the paper, pretending to read. Her stomach practically roared, drawing the attention of the young envoy as he approached to ask about the Khajiit’s well-being in the freezing cold. He couldn’t help but notice that she had begun squinting at the page, as well.

Without thinking, he turned and walked back into the Temple to explain to the priests and priestesses what he saw. Ma’Zarabi was indifferent to his sudden disappearance, of course. 

Sniffing and placing the paper into her pack, she put clawed fingers between her chapped lips and whistled an improvised tune. It wasn’t long before her wolf returned; sitting beside his mutual partner and taking the brunt of the cold.

[dalamusrex]

Happy pride, here's two elves cuddling <3 (x)

Sinbadaen (left) belongs to @lionofmara

[dalamusrex]

And this one by itself because it's my favorite :)

[dalamusrex]

BOOP

[dalamusrex]

Lion Around

Dalamus' cheek presses into the fur of the lion's chest beneath him as he is gently lifted and lowered by its sleepy breaths. Beneath its ribs, a giant heart beats like a steady drum. Its rumbling exhales cause its entire body--and his--to shudder. Massive front paws lay across Dalamus' back, holding him closely, securely, strong and protective. A living pillow and blanket all at once, surrounding him in Sinbadaen's warmth, and his scent. He never thought he would come to enjoy the scent of a werebeast, but perhaps being his werebeast makes it different, somehow.

If anyone had told him but a few decades ago that he would love a werebeast, let alone have sex with a shifted one, he would have laughed to Masser and back. And yet, now, he cannot think of anything other than what happened last night.. and when they can possibly try it again. Although he might not say it aloud in such words, it felt nice to be used so thoroughly, to allow someone else to be entirely in control.

Right now his body aches--aches in ways he has not felt in decades, if not centuries. It is difficult to wear out a vampire, but 'worn out' is exactly how he would describe himself right now. Pleasantly so, having gotten some amazing sleep afterwards. He hopes Sinbadaen's sleep has been just as pleasant.

Although he is loath to accidentally wake the beast from its well-earned rest, a somewhat pained groan escapes him as he shifts slightly. Fur sticks to unceremonious places as he moves his lower half, repositioning his knees more directly underneath him so his sore abdomen does not press so uncomfortably on the end of Sinbadaen's ribcage. He also turns his head to hide his eyes from the sun which is trying so fervently to rouse them.

[dalamusrex]

🍕: How does your OC spend a lazy day?

A lazy day typically starts with Dalamus attempting to sleep in. Which works until his animals start wondering where breakfast is (if Llaara did not feed them). Once that is done, he leisurely does some cleaning around the house--he enjoys tidying up.

He will visit the stables and take care of Opal, brushing her, checking her hooves and eyes and teeth, general health stuff. At this point, he may decide to go on a slow horseback ride if it is not hot out. Or, rarely, he will try to fish if he has a fish recipe in mind (he did not like fish as a meal when he was alive, so it rarely crosses his mind).

If it is too hot out for horse riding or fishing, he may go back home and do some reading. Or see if the general store has new recipe books. Depending on which loved ones are in town at the time, he may stop by to bother them a little or invite them over for him to cook for.

If there is no one to bother, or they are busy, or he simply realizes he is tired, he might go home to lay back in bed, or read, or play with the animals.

He likes being lazy but he hates being bored, so even on his lazy days one can find him doing at least a couple chores.

The ideal lazy day is spent in bed with his partner, Sinbadaen.