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@shysweet-hellhound is kooky and spooky {cassie}
“Haunted? Why of course it is, poltergeists, ghosts, the occasional demon,” He the house’s owner said with the same enthusiasm most would reserve for their garden or home decor. “It gives the place a real lived in quality. Why do you ask?”
@shysweet-hellhound at the end of a trail of blood: ⚠ From Cassie?
The blood that lead the trail had a much different look than the human variety that was for sure. An inky black that was a thick ooze had been dripped heavily on the ground. Mixed in the the ink was the ocassional bright gold, like a hint of light that refused to be snuffed out as it shown brightly against the stark void. Drips were few and far between but as the trail went on the dripping became much heavier with greater spills of void and light mixed together.
Leaning against a wall and breathing heavily was the victim at the end of the trail. Signature sunglasses that would have been on the redhead’s face were gone and wild serpentine eyes could be seen. Mouth hung open with bared teeth, sharp and read to strike if anything got to near. Needless to say it was almost like approaching a cornered animal and he certainly looked the part with disheveled he look. Dark patches of scales adorning his skin from what could be seen and hands that seemed to end a little sharply.
Hearing someone approach his head snapped and he hissed. It was a deterrent, a warning if this newcomer got too close to him. He was hurting and the bleeding wasn’t stopping and he didn’t want to deal with anyone else, he wanted to get back home.
“Who are you? What do you want? Go away.”
(@shysweet-hellhound || ♬ for a lyrics starter )
// girls, girls, girls - emilie autumn. for polly.
It didn’t take long for the shopkeep to take notice of his presence within the store, despite his light-footedness. Godric had meant to take a wide survey of the shop’s wares before engaging, first turning over each and every trinket he could find, pausing only to smell the occasional candle or incense stick as a real patron might. That plan did not last long, and he soon found himself in tow of a younger woman. Polite as it was to offer him assistance in finding that special ‘something’, everything that he has seen thus far is mundane in comparison to the enchanted item he confiscated from the evidence locker; items meant for prayer or superstition, or for youngsters trying to enrage their conservative parents.
“And that one?” he asked, cutting her off before she could reach for the next piece. His own right hand moved to set across one of the stranger’s. If she had any sense of observation, she would take notice of the fact that compass tattooed betwixt his thumb and forefinger now had its needle spinning idly to match his frustrations. (Because if she cannot notice that, there isn’t a chance she’s the person in this shop charming their wares.) “Let’s just keep passing by.”
@shysweet-hellhound will drink from the night {moraga}
It was becoming increasingly rare for travellers to venture through what was quickly becoming her forest and hers alone. Which is why she trailed silently after the strange caravan venturing through it now only pausing to play with a ribbon that fallen freely as it had passed through only pausing the caravan did.
She circled the group from the treetops as they made camp hoping for stragglers or for one to break away from the others but none did. Only when they slept did she slip in.
She wasn’t sure when she became aware she was being watched but when she did she noticed a maiden with hair as golden as her step-mother’s. It was her hair that drew Violeta’s attention and pulled her forward. Like the ribbon, she had played with she longed to touch it.
psst ur art? 10/10 would recommend
Gasps. Oh gosh. Thank you.
Send me 😍 if your muse finds mine attractive
@shysweet-hellhound said “ 😍 // pretty and deadly person. Miryem is weak.”
“I’m flattered - you are not hard to look at, yourself.”
Send “¡!” and I’ll tell you 3 ideas I have for a plot between our characters.
@shysweet-hellhound asked “ ¡! for Miryem”
FIRST. Sparring!!!! I am such a sucker for this and I know we briefly talked about it but I definitely want a thread where these two are just messing around sparring and learning new moves from eachother, practicing, whatever.
SECOND. Companion Revanelan going through the Arbor Wilds to find the Well of Sorrows with Miryem! She would have special dialogue for the Guardians and could help with the puzzles!
THIRD. Let them hang out and just talk. Either one being Inquisitor, it doesn’t matter, just let them sit down with a drink or two and just check in with eachother and be supportive of one another and what they’re going through. Let Revan actually open up about what’s going on with her, though that might be a bit far-fetched.
@shysweet-hellhound has awoken a queen
What were the seas she remembered? Ones that weren’t like this. What places had been so peaceful? Only temples and those were rare and less welcoming than they had been. Oh to have those things and the innocence that came with them once more... But to have those would mean being not herself and she could not regret who she was.
“I’ll only be here a short time,” She assured the younger vampire breaking away from her reverie. She had plans within plans within plans for all the world and all her kind and soon they shall spin through the world like the earth spins around the sun.
