#malkhes

[morovozanya]

— @malkhes: “ they didn’t bury you deep enough. “ // He  reeks  of  something  terribly  familiar  and  awfully  strange  all  at  once.    The  Vampire  regards  the  Dragonborn  with  no  small  hint  of  suspicion,    those  ancient  eyes  white  from  satiation.    It  is  not  so  awful  anymore  to  be  so  seen,    but  his  perceiving  of  her  is  curious.    ❝    And  you?    Did  they  bury  you  at  all?    ❞  Perhaps  suddenly,    she  is  smiling.    And  the  oddest  thing  of  all  is  that  her  smile  is  near  tepidly  warm.    ❝    If  you  wish  to  be  quit  of  me,    you  must  try  harder  than  that.    ❞

[divineharc]

an adventure , she said . bejewelled index finger had hovered over the inked lines of map , pointing to destination . a dwemer ruin . one the woman knew that had yet to be plundered , to be explored . hand-picked soldier of imperial army , one to accompany her , one who held a strangeness about his soul . a small trap to discover who and what he was .

❛ mara bless us with some good fortune , hm ? ❜ and gods protect her if hunch be true . cautious steps taken cobble halls , spell of candlelight hovering over head as source of light . hands hold crimson fabric from floor , to avoid tripping , as eyes drift back to companion . ❛ supposedly there are meant to be some books somewhere on the dwemer , something that could benefit your hobby as a museum curator . how long have you been in that role ? ❜ / @malkhes sc.

[luckydxy]

he’s desperately holding his feral need back to catch the multi-colored butterflies that spawn around her . ✨

Misc. Asks ;; Always Accepting

The flurry of butterflies intensify. Hypnotic in their chaotic dance. A waltz of temptation, wildly circling their mistress who seems to phase in & out with them before they settle into a cloak-like formation. Floating delicately at her shoulders & down her back. She even gives him a little twirl! Cackling to herself as she senses the fire within him.

Why hold back ? She certainly wouldn't.

"Here boy!" Ara jeers at long last, whistling thrice as she rips the 'cloak' from her shoulders & holds it out as if taunting a raging bull, "Come & get it !!"

[vernades]

@malkhes​ -- ;

With Calcemo whipped into a frenzy over the recent happenings of the day, as his apprentice, Sypha was unfortunately not spared from his bickering with seemingly everyone he ran across. As Court Wizard, he directed what Sypha and his own nephew, Aicantar, were to do and that day seemed to involve readying themselves for the bevy of imperial officers and their traveling parties that would soon be descending upon the Reach. As a hold loyal to the Empire, it made sense that Jarl Igmund would want them to look their best. Every member of the court had bathed and laundered their clothing, polishing their armor and shoes. It felt begrudgingly performative, but it was one of the only times they or Aicantar had to really care about the affairs of court.

With a herald announcing the arrival of the Imperial party, the massive metallic ingress swung upon and a slant of sunlight welcomed their guests in.

Sypha only prayed it would be a pleasant circumstance.

[vernades]

6, 15, 27.

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

In their nightmares, it's definitely the genocide of their sister witches over and over again. On fairer nights, probably reminisces of past war campaigns when Sypha was younger with their monkish brothers. They weren't pleasant, but not nearly as traumatizing as the genocide itself.

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

No. Even as a child, Sypha has always lived in some form of self-sufficient poverty. While it was always within their means that they lived, Sypha has never cared for anything materialistic beyond practicality; having clothes in good shape, gear that isn't falling apart, and enough Ducats to pay for the odd necessity here or there are important but creature comforts has never been a want of theirs.

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

Like Gandalf here. Unless it's some big conflagration that leads into a huge battle, Sypha doesn't stop to ask questions--they'll just dispatch the person confronting them and move on. Nobody has time for that, Sharon--

[inferaels]

╭ @malkhes ・ “Why are you here?” [x]

entering as he so pleased. even into the lair of such a notable figure. it was not safe from his presence. why, it was just a surprise visit, no? a gathering between confidants. but tone was worth more than a thousand words! he appeared possibly annoyed, bothered. devil so bold would come with open arms, a smirk rather fiendish to match the company he would bring. " oh, how you wound me so. " grin of the mischevious monarch would read otherwise. his saunter never waning. " can't one simply visit an old friend? " tone played the role of innocent, though it should be better known that it was a false guise... — a false guise; much like the form he presented in.

" reclusive in his palace like a maimed beast cowering in fear. questioning why i come here... " words coiled in bold, burning mockery with a dash of exuberant narration. " how interesting indeed. "

[vvarden]

HIS EYES OPEN , AZURE & SHADOW-BLACK , beneath the light of two moons . her presence , a whisper to others , practically screams unto him . she , akin to him somehow , within these cold , dark lands . in ways , now , unknowable . had reality twisted as he slumbered ? he will not let her go so easily . so , he follows , shadows churning as Shal'van vanishes into the night air , his abysmal gaze carving against the woman's daedric visage . the blackened claw of his hand twitching once , calling a spell to calm , should the need arise . the moons slowly fall , and finally , beyond the crunch of dry tundra , sounds someone . from the darkness . the spell shatters . "what a surprise you are ." speaks the vampire , voice low as prowling thunder . bone-white fangs gleaming .

She had an uncanny penchant to notice when she was being followed, even without actively noticing. Was it her nose, her ears... Or did a Nightingale of Nocturnal just know these things? Regardless of the truth, it was the reason she was not terribly surprised upon hearing the crunch of footsteps on the brush.

Honestly, it seemed as time went by that a night without being followed at some point was more the rarity, anyways.

Valvossa turned to face the voice, finding herself near face to face with a vampire. The coloring of the eyes was curious, but there was no mistaking him for anything else. If the teeth didn't give him away, it was the tone of his voice. Predatory and snooty.

“Yeah, good luck getting your fangs through this, buddy.”

She took a step back, one hand falling to the hilt of her sword. Even with a helmet veiling her face, her eyes seemed to ask: What else am I supposed to think here? She wasn't going to be caught surprised at any ill intent. And the intent of a vampire approaching a lone stranger at night spelled anything but.

“What's the surprise? You never see a — uh, I don't know — a lone wanderer before?”

[lunarscaled-08152025]

@malkhes replied to your post “"Why does he get to bite people, but I get in...”:

no , no , you SHOULD bite . whatever . whoever .

"...hey, don't you worship, like, a murder god or something, Old Man? It's cool you're, like... a supportive parent or whatever, but also I probably shouldn't take advice from you."