#mortiium

[yateshq]

hi friends could u unfollow augie (here) and skinner (@cognitiium) i'm not leaving just scheming >:)

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[yateshq]

skinner is @ cognitiium !

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[yateshq]

sorry for having prophetic dreams. as if its my fault

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Edith stared at her dear Keeper from a house long abandoned. A heavy cloak of black draped over her shoulders, the mask of her uniform tugged over her nose. Even from shrouded in shadows filtered daylight makes her skin blistered and sore. But she could not, would not abandoned her brother even in these final hours. Her eyes train critically on her doomed brother, catching his sleepless eye. Edith pulls down her mask just enough to mouth a prayer, a goodbye. "Sithis guide you, Honored Keeper."

My character is up for a public execution, how does your muse react?

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Past Encounters

Closed scene for mortiium

Business had brought this young assassin all the way to the Imperial City. Rarely did he find himself in the country’s great capital, but once the contract was said and done, he was more than likely to be found wandering about to take in the sights. By the time the long day had waned into the cooler evening, the Imperial had ushered himself into the quiet sanctuary of the Arboretum for a moonlit stroll. 

The actual target had been less than a challenge. It was an older woman, a duchess of some wealth among the nobility, which didn’t take much effort when it came to slipping into her manor and creeping back out. As he silently wandered the public garden, he couldn’t help but reflect on his recent string of jobs and notice how unsatisfying the hits were. Either the feeble or the fair, nothing really worth telling about back home and not much to work with when attempting to weave a story. Boring, he couldn’t help but wonder if someone was hand picking these tasks with this intention. 

Tonight Masser was in her waxing phase and with it her moonlight illuminated the ivory columns of the central monument of the garden. As he passed each of the statues that represented worshiped deities, their ghostly marble faces yielded eyes that felt as if they followed him as he drifted past. 

It was enough to send a small chill up his spine, with such an active imagination he was half expected to see the stone carved figures break free from their stasis and become animated with life. He reached for his cloak and closed the front of his mantle to keep out a breeze. No, with a moment to stare they did not move, there was no one around but himself. At least he thought this true, until his eye caught the silhouette of a figure not far, and his eyes narrowed in an attempt to decipher who might lay beyond.

A man, a woman, or a shade that might vanish in the blink of an eye? 

[taste-for-trouble]

raum

raum: do you have a tendency to hoard anything? if so, what?

The snow elf slowly raised a dark brow to the question “Hoard anything..?” she looked unimpressed then sighed “I don’t know” she put a hand up in a half shrug “My spells maybe?.. Yeah my own spells, I don’t plan to share them since I created them for my own benefit.” she answered with a single solid nod.

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a childhood memory

Tender was the age of youth, and thisImperial boy was one of many who roamed the streets near dusk hopingfor a spare coin or a treasured find to steal. This night wouldunveil quite a treasure, sneaking through an alley the boy paused ata tall wooden gate. A glimmer of light had caught his eye and thesight within a hole in one of the many wooden planks revealed a sighthe had never encountered before.

A young woman, bare and pale as theface of Masser in the night sky. She stood in a basin while shebathed herself at leisure, like some siren from a fairy tale shehummed a song, unaware that she had a quiet spectator not far. Ambereyes were difficult to pry away, peeping on such a private moment wasa taboo that kept his shabby boots firmly grounded were he stood.

The moment felt like an eternity,watching this celestial goddess rapture in a moment so mundane asbathing. This tantalizing encounter was suddenly snatched away whenthe collar of his jerkin was snatched by a strength that immediatelyoverwhelmed him. He was caught, by a man who immediately addressedhimself as the owner of the home, and the keeper of the young womanbehind. The boy let out a gasp as he was pushed against the stonewall of the building near the gate.

The man, who stood tall and wieldedhands like bear paws, clutched him tightly and said, “Like watchingmy daughter?” There was a dark tension in his words next, “Let'ssee if you like it after this...”

Hours later... the boy found himself inthe town square. The moon was high and the night late, but hecouldn't remember how he got to this spot. What throbbing pain in hisribs and the bruising on his face did vividly detail the beating hehad endured earlier in the evening. His throat was sore fromscreaming, tongue parched and eyes dry from tears shed once he wasalone.

There was no water to drink. Perhaps,he thought, he might drink from the fountain nearby. It was betterthan nothing, and nothing was what he had.

[taste-for-trouble]

"Men die. It’s practically what they’re for."

deathless ♚ sentence meme

The Falmer looked over at the stranger from her book, looking over the rim of her circular glasses, she smirked a chuckle tickling the air between her and the other “Men die, Animals die, Lycans die, Mer die, vampires die” she spoke her voice solid, but amusement could still be heard “Nothing is truly unable to die… Though men are the weakest.. or tend to be” she closed her book and smiled “But then It’s when you underestimate them that their power shows, sometimes their willpower can take down even a god.”