#shatha

[sharkfiinn]

im a little late but this 20th of april was the 6th anniversary of the day i made aiko and shatha happy birthday aiko your gift is awesome space girlfriend samus

[oblivions-dawn]

Hello!

Which of your characters is most likely to ask their loved ones (doesn't need to be romantic) "would you still love me if I were a worm?" (Or any variation thereof)

Is it asked seriously or jokingly?

How would their loved ones respond?

HELLO!! :D Thank ye for the ask!! Apologies for not getting around to it until now

Shatha would ask this of Cicero out of the blue while probably making or cleaning something. So he assumes he misheard her and asks what the said. She repeats herself very seriously and slowly turns her head and commits her classic Stare. Y'know how the raptors in Jurassic Park have a stare? That's her stare.

Anyway. He proceeds to giggle and goes "Of course, my Listener~!" and tells her exactly how he would care for her because, well, in his time as Keeper, he's learned a few things about creatures that eat detritus. She listens, unmoving. When he finishes, she smiles wide.

"If YOU were a worm, I'd eat you."

He blinks. He's dumbfounded. She starts cackling. "Just kidding~! . . . Unless?"

They're very chaotic and I love them for it. Sigh. One of these days maybe she'll get a proper fic . . . . but until then, I just imagine them being silly in moments like this.

[dragon-kaindrorrenth]

Kaindrorrenth hated parties, but he tended to make an appearance for the sake of the food. It was a great opportunity to eat and drink, so he easily put up with the large crowds and unpleasant music to do just that. Currently digging into some lobster rolls, he looked up to spot a familiar face on the other side of the buffet. He smiled politely at her, finishing the food in his hand before he spoke. “Shatha, right?” The actress from the cafe. Another dragon, which was a welcome sight amongst strangers. “Having fun?”

@iced-dragon-shatha​

[kira-vera]

i have created some sneks!!

There are five of these kind in total cause they’re Hulda’s underlings! After Hulda ran off from her father, she created her own tiny lair where she can feel safe and call some of her own kind, some tartarus snakes she was familiar with.

The first three here are Faustus (a male demon rattlesnake who’s got a mischievous yet exciting personality), Shatha (a female demon Black Rat snake who’s got terrible but harmful breath), and Swift (a female demon Boa who’s very picky and sensitive and hates the cold).

If you wanna learn more about them feel free to ask sometime! I have two more snakes to show and then i’ll show their human aliases!

[shatharazem]

I guess I’m so addicted to perfection that’s what makes me feel depressed easily

Shatha

[loveydoveykirk]

I didn't even know you had OCs besides your D&D characters ;O can you tell us about them??

yea i have a story i had half planned for nanowrimo16 and some characters came out of it. it was fantasy races set in a modern time and how the “bad” races were being treated by the “good” races. 

the main characters were

shatha, a half orc ranger-type

she’s 23, 6 ft tall, 180 lbs, has a brown undercut sorta dealio, green skin, brown eyes, a large nose, and a tooth that pokes up out of her mouth. she’s gruff and tough. 

rie’lla, a half demon rogue-type

she’s 26, 5′8 tall, 150 lbs, has long sleek black hair, purple skin, and purple irises w yellow sclera. she has horns like a rams curved against her head and a tail with like a little heart tip. she’s sly and charismatic. 

riaravol liakiir, a dark elf sorcerer-type

he’s 110, 5′4 tall, 120 lbs, has pale blonde hair, gray skin, and pale pink eyes. elves in my world have like, folded ears like wolf puppies. so he’s got those. he’s very nervous and anxious.

i also have 3 main baddies plus a few minor characters but those were the protagonists! this was going to be called ‘undesirables’ and it was going to b my book yep

[oblivions-dawn]

It's Time

HELLO. IT HAS BEEN . . . SOME TIME. No, I am not dead--just annoyingly busy, and that makes finding the motivation and inspiration to write increasingly . . . . difficult. Alas, 'tis no matter, because I've decided I'll share not only some of the next chapter, but also a bit of another project involving my Hagraven, a certain Daedric Prince, and perhaps a housecarl. No, not the one you're thinking of. As for the next chapter of Breathless . . . for those of you that are caught up, well . . . . . >:3c Let's just say I have plans. I was tagged by @thequeenofthewinter @hircines-hunter @umbracirrus and @bostoniangirl21 and in return I tag . . . @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @stormbeyondreality @fallen-chances and . . . YOU <3 Enjoy my nonsense hehe

            A lone bird of prey circled the skies of the Reach, high above the Druadach Mountains. Alarmed gazes followed its dark flight, curious fingers pointed at its monolithic shadow, hushed whispers warbled with dreadful recognition. Craichnithrenn, they called it—a creature unworthy to be crowned umacrann, like all other hagravens made matriarch. It was other; it was rotten; it was dangerous.

            The carrion soon tired of its graceful morning glide and plummeted towards the craggy lands below. Wings unfurled; taloned digits splayed to grasp the ground with ease. It ruffled and preened its beautiful ebony plumage—so black that it merely swallowed the rays of the sun—then stalked forward, a small unassuming hut nestled between the remnants of ancient stone ruins.

            The moment it crossed the threshold, its silhouette shifted; a guttural hiss gushed from its throat as its body elongated and expanded into a human shape—until, half-transformed, something snapped. A sharp wail cut through the air, and the creature collapsed to the floor.

            They were stuck, trapped between bird and mortal. Even to broken wings, flesh was a twisted and unforgiving cage, and they would not yield to the change so easily. Every raspy breath was a dagger that sank deeper into their chest, a thousand needles dancing across their feathered, puckered skin.

            “You poor thing.”

            Another breath—the pain dulled, then slowly trickled away. Bones shuddered and creaked back into place: wings became arms, the beak receded, feathers shrunk, legs lengthened. Clawed feet uncurled as long crooked fingers loosened their grip.

            Rayyfa’szah lifted her head.

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            “Yeah, I think I’ve seen your lizard friend—near that creepy door, by the old ruins. It’s just off the road past Falkreath; you can’t miss it.”

            Vigdis lurked warily by the jagged rocks that formed the Black Door’s natural alcove. It wasn’t ideal; she was exposed to the misty rain of the gentle storm that brewed overhead, and the needles on the tall evergreens did nothing to shield her from it. Her sharp ice-blue eyes constantly scanned the dirt road, her ears strained to listen for any signs of life.

            Although she hadn’t been there long, her patience was already worn immeasurably thin, and she had half a mind to knock. Just as an aggravated sigh left her lips, she heard the door groan open. Low mumbles floated through the air, mingling with rustling armour and shuffling feet. The hunter shifted impatiently and drew closer in an attempt to discern the conversation—

            A twig snapped beneath her boot. The voices hushed; silence immediately enveloped the atmosphere. With an annoyed flare of her freckled nostrils, she stepped out—

            Only for the jagged edge of a dagger to press against her throat.

            “You’re either really brave,” a familiar voice hissed, “or really, really stupid.”

            Vigdis rolled her eyes at the thinly veiled threat, then turned her head. Tanzanite eyes widened instantly in bewildered recognition.

            “Viggy?”

            The hunter snarled. “Don’t fucking call me that.”

[oblivions-dawn]

🔪🐱☀️ For any OC of your choice, or multiple OCs!

Hello!! I won't lie, I wasn't sure which of the questions you wanted since the emotes didn't match up, but I did my best!

✑ Does this OC have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

Okay okay I know I talk about Vigdis a lot but this is simply what happens when you write an entire fanfiction surrounding a character and your favourite NPC WHEEZE Her most signature item has got to be her Stalhrim dagger. It was originally her father's, who was of the Skaal people. I have a headcanon that in the Skaal village, when you come of age, you craft your own dagger to prove yourself. Vig's dad taught her A LOT before he was killed, and it's very symbolic that she has his dagger but will never make her own. I could blab on and on but I will shush dlfkjgmlkdfmgjkf

✑ How does this OC deal with solitude?

HM. I feel like shoving Shatha into the spotlight on this one. She's my Listener and she . . . does not actually handle solitude well. At all. And this is because she's been haunted by voices her entire life aha She was born in Black Marsh under the Shadow, but her parents fled to try and avoid that fate for her. However, the Night Mother whispered to her when she was young, and then Sheogorath decided she was going to be VERY FUN to fuck with and gave her lots of different voices to listen to. A lot of murdering later and Shatha ends up in the Dark Brotherhood and becomes Listener and has a NEW family that she didn't even realise she needed! But she really really hates being alone and abandoned. She takes it very hard.

✑ How does this OC deal with physical pain?

I'll answer this one with Rayyfa'szah, my Hagraven/lich OC!! The piece I'm writing that has her at the centre actually focuses very heavily on her pain. She came down with one illness which snowballed into another, which nearly killed her until some Hagravens and Namira intervened. The problem is her life has come with a very, very high price. It's based very much on my own life experience that has taken a scarier turn over the past couple of years, so I'm somewhat using the little one-shot as . . . a way to talk about it without explicitly putting myself out there. Rae deals with the pain as best as she can, but she is always suffering in some way. She doesn't outwardly complain though; she doesn't like to lean on others, nor does she really how to. I've written it where Namira's presence takes away her pain, only for it to return once the Daedric Prince is gone, so the respite is very brief. Rae won't say it, but it's very lonely for her, even when Jordis the Sword-Maiden tries to help her. No one around her understands, which is also why she keeps a lot of it to herself.

Thank ye for the ask!! This was super fun to think about and answer hehe