#q-uelaag

[soulfromcinder-blog]

ooc; Can your 'Chosen Undead' get anymore sad? Lmao He is such a bitter creature. I LOVE HIM. X'DD

𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝔼𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤 : Oh, you wouldn’t even know the half of it.  I personally believe that Quelaag, only Quelaag is getting a good treatment.  This bastard can sometimes be even worse than Patches!

[soulfromcinder-blog]

ooc; 40 (For all 3 main verses)

                                     𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕖  ▬   𝔸𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘

                                                      40. What do they wonder about?                                    What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why?                                                        How is this expressed, if it is?

𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 :

    Bound to remain a vigilante, our deity’s mind willfrequently wonder as to what remains behind the far mountains.  To be sealed in a selective portion of earthsince birth, it can be mentally exhausting; no essence was meant to becaptivated.  Hence in frequency, when notperched by the First Flame’s beacon, upon the vales edges he stands —-speechlessly peering into unreachable lands stationed beneath the bleeding sun.Even when holding the essence of old Lords and Heroes, there are lapses of timein which they all desert the walking armour…

… and this curiosity almost makes himsuperhuman.

    For those who wish to harm the flame, they too willquit their pointless pilgrimage, and when such happens?  He will venture, discover, and savor the faraway delicacies — for the flavor of blood-stained cosmos doesn’t pass for agood treat.  Furthermore when stargazing,Soul of Cinder subconsciously extends his open gauntlet, cupping thosetwinkling stellar lights in wonderment if any other soul is currently staringinto the very same star as him.

Attention: Each Lord and Hero has their own curiosities, wonders and moments.  Although, this is explicatively orientatedtowards Soul of Cinder as a whole, as a new born, as a being who isn’t beingmanipulated by a specific essence.

ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕟 𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕: 

    Money, wealth; renowned, praised; vanity andabsolute control.  Yes, superficialspeculations is what fluctuate within his vain mind, stimulating ideas as towhenever his progenitors still live.  Oftenif not frequently, Chosen Undead will be lost in thought, separated from otherhuman beings whilst traversing wild fantasies. Whenever seen leaning against a surface whilst his left gauntlet remainsresting at the waist, while the other merely hangs —- then he ispondering.  

    Now, touching regards of sparking hiscuriosity?  Other’s items andpartners.  Oh yes, Chosen Undead willdiscriminate and attempt to belittle other human beings — if their belongingsare better.  As per example, if acompanion has a worthy spouse, he will willingly attempt to attain someone whois supremely better and then rub it gently upon the companion.   If it is armament?  He won’t steal, but he might sink to theextent as to sabotage their gear and merely point out the faults later.

    This poor excuse for a human being needs arighteous hand to aid him, or perhaps a partner to augment that poisonousattitude.

𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖:

    Intermittently asks oneself, whenever his villageendured through the change of time or not. Our lion when not venturing and attending to the fixing of armament, heremains perched by cackling bonfires. Argent gauntlets will fondle with a trinket, rightfully bestowed by asupportive father in dark times.  Bearerof the Curse will always have a spark of curiosity, whenever to venture andreturn, but with an impending task as to find the ‘First Flame’, it isimpossible.

    In other occasions,if another living being is to perhaps demonstrate a new trick?  Purposely, our lion will raise from his seatand lounge closer, perhaps even next to the other.  Attentively he will barrage the ‘tutor’,wondering whenever the trick will be of any use in combat or anythingrelevant.  In conclusion, he is a verycurious being and unlike the other two above, he will always seek to learn morefrom others —- even if arrogantly.

[envidiam-blog]

   @q-uelaag​ ;;

The witch had visited countless places that could be named vile, atrocious, or simply odd. Perhaps it was her own state of being that drew her to roam landscapes deemed less favorable than others. Regardless, Blighttown was quite mild in comparison to some of the places into which Karla had strayed, even with its sea of thick, toxic muck and fire-breathing insects. That is, until she stumbled upon a towering mound that seemed entirely composed of a spider’s silk.

She would have been endlessly disappointed in herself if she had not ventured forth, as to sate her curiosity, so into the sticky, humid cave she went. An icy trepidation did not grip her until she reached its end. A vast stone cavern stretched before her, greeting her with a sweltering gust of air that seeped from depths unseen.

Hesitant footsteps carried her onward, and her hands grasped at the edges of her coat. She was not alone in this domain, but she could not tell what manner of creature awaited her.

[soulfromcinder-blog]

ooc; Okay. I officially cannot focus on drafts because of those recent voice-posts. SoC should get arrested for sounding THIS good. lmao

Out of Embers :  Ehehe, fall for his wonderful and sexy deceit.  That smug charmer, his helmet was made to scare away the unwanted. ( whispers: get beneath the helm, it is safe. )  

[ofthedarksun]

ooc; I know we didn't get a chance to interact yet, but I wish you a very Happy Birthday! ♡

( 陰の太陽 ) —

He bows, quite respectfully, to the witch, one of the daughters of Izalith. It’s not often any of them are seen about the city. But, of course, they were always more than welcome so far as he was concerned. They had much to learn from each other, he was sure.

          “ I thank thee, Lady Quelaag. ‘Tis a pleasure. ”