#pahdormah

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@pahdormah

[lichwept]

@pahdormah :  ‘  everything  here  is  and  isn’t,  and  things  are  and  aren’t.  ’

        𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖔 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖘𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 , 𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 .

        every  essence  of  who  he  was ,  &  is ,  &  could  be  pulling  apart ,  shattering  him  into  a  fragmented  horizon .  somewhere ,  his  ancestors  sing ,  choired  lullabies  of  old  aldmeris .  the  mantella  leaks  in  his  hands ,  yawning  out  into  a  cocoon  around  him .  he  has  prepared  for  this  moment -  the  one  where  he  can  shape  reality  &  time  itself .

         ‘  the  dawn -  it  blinds  me ,  father , ‘  he  manages  to  get  out ,  feeling  his  fingers  grasp  out  at  nothing  at  all .  ‘  i  just  want  to  see  him  again . ‘

[nghtilk]

〈       @pahdormah   ———   gained the curse of the hunt       〉

          how   exhausted   he   was   becoming        ,        the last bit of humanity draining from his very bones.         wary of every sound        ,       of every breeze.          HE  HAD  WANDERED  ON  HIS  OWN.         dropping to knees as his sunk down into soft soil.         the pulsing of the earth beneath him offering comfort and allowing him to know     he   was   alive.          y`ffre wrapping coils around his heart        ,       forcing it to pump.        BEING    IMMORTAL    WAS     EXHAUSTING.         hands dipping into the flowing river bringing a splash of gentle water to his face.         trickles clinging to his jaw   ,   lips   ,   pasting strands of ink to olive touched skin.         GAZE   SLOWLY   LIFTING     to view the towering statue in front of him.          a   scoff         as lips twisted into a smirk bringing another handful of water to his mouth to swallow.          refreshing the ache in his throat.         akatosh      watching over him    . . .   how ironic.

it didn't feel that long ago when he was chained beneath their chantry.          chains on each wrist keeping him to the floor    &   an extra around his throat.          collared      like the beast he was.           ———        wanting information their mortal minds could not even wrap around.          it only took one final smack to the face with an iron rod     ,    drenched in aconite that had him     R I P      his bounds from the stone cobble floor.           chains wrapping around     ,    choking the priest with the steel before slamming his boot into his spine     SNAPPING    his neck.          TEARING       through the priestess with jaws that made her throat into shreds.          not even needing his daggers to kill all the surrounding members.          before finally pinning the sermonizer to the wall with the gold spear.          pools   of   blood     growing deep enough to walk through.

it was certainly his   messiest   killing      ,       but one he had never grown a regret for.          taking the sermonizer`s goblet of wine  &  drinking it down after feeding on     HEARTS.          allowing the violet liquid to flow down his chin dripping down his throat  &  chest before tossing it into the fire looking at the dead preacher with     DISGUST     in his eye.           ❛    ——    cheap  . . .   ❜               he had only left    one     alive to spread the tale       ,       the tale that the     BLACK   DOG     was real and he was to be feared.          the   memory   still   so   clear    ,     &   yet he was only coming into proper age      ,     eighteen at most.          he couldn't help the smirk or shake of his head splashing the water at the statue that looked over him      ,      coming back into the     NEW    REALITY    :    THE NOW.           ❛      if only you would have answered your people      ,     as they begged for you    ,    screamed     for you to stop    ME    ——    they may have generations even now   . . .   false   gods   never seem to answer though.   ❜

[nghtilk]

“just trust me.”

                 〈       three word starters       〉

                   trust     was such a difficult thing to    earn.         it was a given not a right.         more so when it came to     ———    beast.         but currently he was    injured   ,   blood trickling from a deepened wound.          nose scrunching as he bared fangs despite him not being taken over by his wolves hide.         &    yet he could feel it    CLAWING    underneath his skin    ,    wanting to snap the head off the    GOD.         maybe it was the daedric blood that boiled beneath his very being.         he wanted to be prideful    ,    he wanted to get out of this himself.          ———     but    he     wasn't foolish.         toxin spread threw him like decay     ,     making him wince and tremble to the feeling of his bones attempting to thrash around inside him.         forming up his throat and making him who he truly was.         but  he  held  it  down         swallowed it whole as he nodded.         he would   . . .  trust him even if just this once.

oh creator     . . .     what would his father think of him now      ?         following the light instead of wandering blindly into darkness.          he had to be the      worst      failure of the daedric lord.         he could almost hear him sneering with disgust.         questioning if his son had learned     ANYTHING      throughout the years he had been given thus far.         did wolves really get along with dragons   ?     we're they meant to be in touch with one another   ?         the thought of a ichor making like him following this   god   to safety    ,    allowing himself to be given a chance to see   light   was   . .   ——— a tragic tale on his part.

         ❛     fine !         just don't look so damn smug about it   . . .    or I'll    rip out your teeth     one at a time by my own hand ——   ❜

[mctherstarlight-blog]

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ok but like he might be big top energy but what about........ double head

[ofmeridia-blog]

❝ i’d thank the gods, but i’ll settle for thanking you. ❞ ( sneaky aka being sneaky )

——— some might say her silence is stoic, something to be admired; for true warriors are quiet and thoughtful and reserved, saving their rage and fervor for battle. letting their passions lie dormant till absolutely necessary. 

          others might find the silence eerie, wondering what is crossing her mind, filling her thoughts. was she even real? was she just a weapon, mindless in her destruction and violence that words made no sense to her - only the clanging of metal and the rending of flesh? who, or what, pulled her strings? 

          perhaps instead, it is neither, a place between both. or she was simply trying to find the right thing to say in response. what would seem the least suspicious? what was least likely to give away her strange existence? 

          an armored hand is assured as it claps against the man’s shoulder, giving it a shake that was meant to seem friendly but comes off far too practiced and almost mechanical, ❝ your gods did not slay the beast, so thanking them would be pointless, ❞ a pause, a thought, a retort, ❝ nor did they send me here. they might have told me as much, nor was i paid. ❞ a beat of silence, and then a very forced smile - a joke? that was a joke, wasn’t it?

she certainly thought it was.

@pahdormah

[mctherstarlight-blog]

pahdormah liked for a starter;

✷ DRAGON / elven GOD OF TIME, *AKATOSH / auri-el. Or would he arrive in the form of a mortal man? Such the nature of the D/AEDRA. Perhaps as a two-headed entity, of both Man and Dragon? Most exquisite. The Mother of the Roses understood, too.                       AZURA HAS SEEN YOUR COMING, TRAVELLER. And she prepared tea, too. It is not everyday the Aedra would so brazenly cross the boundaries between the Immortal Plane and the oppressively vacuous spaces of Oblivion, filled with nothing; perhaps tormented souls, but every now and then? A pocket of Oblivion commanded by a prince. 

❝Time-father.❞ She heralds the arrival of such a distinguished guest to Moonshadow, though not entirely welcome. This is Oblivion, after all. From a silver-cast and rose-adorned throne, AZURA looks into the twilight horizon outside the windowpane-less opening in the wall that lets the cool rose-scented breeze flow in. ❝What compels you to stray so far from home, if I may? Surely you took the wrong turn to the Deadlands? If I hear correctly, Dagon is but one letter away from your Dov children, but not in your highest esteem.❞

[deathcrafts]

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