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rahalduin replied to your post:Eproctophilia.
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rahalduin replied to your post:I’m having a lot of ideas of how I want to portray...
[[If you use Ben Barnes, I might not be able to contain myself because that man is the bane of my existence.]]
XD
and all those Dorian Gray gifs I'll be using
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+They're Both Hiding Something
Today was perhaps the worst day to be on the road. Well, technically it was already night, but still everything was not going well. First she had been attacked by a couple of vampires and forced to use Sun magic. While she was fighting off the undead enemies, she was found by Thalmor who tried to question her after she was done fighting. Given her distrust of the Thalmor forces, she refused to cooperate with them and they attacked in the hopes of capturing her.
She killed off one of them before taking a substantial wound to her side and forced to run. Azariel was not doing well, she needed a chance to heal herself, but she was still being pursued. She ducked into a shadowy alcove near some ruin and clung to the shadows, trying to go unseen.
"Where did she go?" She heard one of the Thalmor ask.
"Let's look over there." The other replied.
Azariel watched them head off in another direction as she crept out of her hiding place and ran in the opposite direction. She did her best to heal her wound on the run, but her magicka was running low. If she kept it up her illusion spell would falter and reveal her true nature as a Falmer. She was forced to stop the healing spell or risk exposure of her kind. Azariel slumped against a wall and stood there, her weight supported by the stone behind her as she tried to think of what to do next.
That was when her ears picked up the sound of movement nearby. Her mind was a little unfocused from the loss of blood, so she couldn't identify what kind of movement it was, but it could not be good. Azariel grabbed her sword and held it tightly, eyes shifting from side to side looking for the threat. "Who's there?" She asked.
rahalduin replied to your post: “How what where when YOu guys I’ve had this blog for 5 days ...”:
[[I admit to being horrible and having like... five of those. I have a blog problem]]
(( I'm squealing because you followed me on multiple blogs. You liked me enough to follow me multiple times.... That is so awesome!
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"And you're supposed to be...?" He rose his eyebrow at the, quite frankly, pompous looking male.