#talyn skye

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Anonymous asked:

‘Twas a snowy evening when Talyn found him: another tiefling it seemed, about his height and twice as bulky, laying unconscious in a snowdrift on the side of the path.

As hermit-like as he was, Talyn wasn’t the kind to just let someone freeze to death. His cabin wasn’t far and Feysil could viably pull the other male on their supply sled. And so it was done, even in the hardship of the scrawny tiefling practically dragging the man inside to the warm bedroom that awaited him.

Following that, he’d get started on putting on some tea, figuring it a good time to try some of the new blends he’d bought from town recently…

Mention: @silva-vinandi​

It wasn’t overly common for Ven to take jobs outside of the arena, but sometimes he was bored or needed the extra cash, and took a bounty or a guard job.. all pretty standard fair that did its job well enough.

This particular bounty job had gone a bit rough though, and though he’d done as needed, he’d walked away with some minor injuries.. and one rather nasty one by his ribs. It was fairly deep, and would likely need some attention- but the most troubling thing was the familiar burn of poison that seeped into his very being. Trust a damn bandit to poison their fucking knives.

Thankfully, Vendettas system was quite tolerant to such things- and he would very likely survive without aid, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t get ill from it.. and as he walked through the snow, he found himself feeling heavy, feverish, and felt his body begin to sway. He swore under his breath, pushing on until his claws slipped on a patch of ice, and he fell into the snow- unconscious nearly on impact. 

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When he awoke, he expected to find himself back in his room- though it only took the firmness of the bed ‘neath him for him to realize that was not the case, and soon did his memories flood back to him. Green eyes pop open, and his head swims as he sits up abruptly to look about the room. He didn’t.. know this place- where the fuck was he?? Confusion and dread settle into his still mildly addled mind, and despite his bodies protest, he rises from the bed and quietly lumbers to the doorway..

It didn’t take long for him to spot the unfamiliar figure, either.. A low growl comes from his throat, ready for a potential fight should this man have ill will towards him- his clawed hand digging into the wall slightly as he braces himself there. With a shove to give himself momentum, he rushes the man- grabbing him by the throat and shoving him to the nearest wall with enough force to keep him steady, but not enough to cause serious harm. yet.

His long tail lashes behind him as he looks over the mans face, another deep and dragon-like growl escaping him in a low rumble as he finally speaks. “you have ten seconds to tell me who the fuck are you, and where the fuck we are.”

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@cyluos​ asked:

🔪 - ft. Ven and Talyn~ 👀✨

send 🔪 to encounter my muse after they've just killed someone 

@silva-vinandi​

Ven wipes blood from his lip with the back of his hand- his scowl growing when instead of wiping it away, his bloodied hand only smears more over his skin.. His breathing is ragged as he stares down at the, now very dead, man crumpled against the wall before him.

He’d been followed by a former competitor of his- a gladiator he’d done battle with in the arena a couple times, and one who was very angry over never winning any of those fights. The man had apparently caught sight of Ven and Talyn earlier in the day, and had followed them until ven was alone for the moment- and then he’d made his move.

To his credit, Ven had held back at first- when he’d started heckling him and circling him like a shark. But the bastard had made the mistake of bringing Talyn into this when Ven was already getting agitated- making threats and comments on the other tiefling and what he might do if he had the chance..

and like hell was he going to give him that chance, let alone walk away after this.. The fight had been rough, and Vendetta was not unscathed either- bruises and cuts and scratches littering his person- but none were as bad as his opponents..

With a huff, pulls a knife from where it had been embedded in his shoulder blade- eyes so fixated on the dead man he almost doesn’t hear Talyn’s return.. but he does hear the alarmed gasp that follows.

His head snaps in Talyn’s direction as he sways slightly on the spot, and he swears under his breath- steadying himself on the nearest wall. “uh...hey..?” Is all he offers, awkwardly- adreniline still flooding his system. it had felt good to fight again, in truth..

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the softest of boys <3 @silva-vinandi‘s Talyn Skye~

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The evenings activities had gone on longer then either of them really would’ve liked. finding the chance to excuse himself from conversations to his families associates, Amanita takes his company aside to a place where they can rest away from the crowd.

Unfortunately, left alone side by side with the object of his affections had the rather surly seeming lord once more feeling flustered and at a loss on how to even speak.. Amanita takes a deep, shaking breath- refusing to turn his gaze in Talyn’s direction as he winds his tail around the other tieflings, and near feels as if he may pass out when he feels the motion reciprocated. He clears his throat, face flushed deeply. “...i do hope you haven’t found this eve entirely objectionable, my friend..? i know these are not.. quite to your taste.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Collab between @silva-vinandi and i of our ocs Talyn and Amanita <3 She did the color, i did the lines~

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Anonymous asked:

It's a dream, Ven, but it feels so strangely real. You're back in the arena, the crowd is roaring around you. You feel right at home, waiting like an animal for whatever pray happens to fall through the door on the other side.

The doors open, and a burly figure shoves another forward: A lanky, purple and red tiefling, who looked equal parts confused and terrified, clutching a simple quarterstaff and.. nothing else. It was Talyn. You recognize him in the back of your head, but you're in the arena. He was your opponent and this was a fight to the death.

You move toward him, ready to tear some flesh apart, and you can practically smell the fear on him as you back him into the wall. He's crying, begging for you to stop. It's him! It's Talyn! Don't you recognize-

It doesn't matter, there's blood on the ground anyway.

The crowd cheers.

mention: @silva-vinandi​

The cheers are deafening, just how he likes it.. the roar matching the thundering in his ears, the approval and support absolute- the only kind that was ever given to him, his reason for being.

He tastes the bitterness of copper and acid on his tongue, the forked appendage poking out to lick at blood smearing his lips.. he can feel it, on his hands, his clothes and weapon, his face... HE is a weapon, death and destruction incarnate- the personification of rage and vengeance, and this is his domain... Ven’s eyes dilate rapidly, breathing heavy and expression no unlike a lion looking at a gazelle it plans to tear to shreds. he’s a predator, a hunter and a killer and he has no need for anything else..

Vendetta stalks around the lankier man, huffing and growling- hyping up the crowd as his weapon drags on the ground next to his lashing tail. only vaguely in the back of his mind does he recognize him.. the look of fear in his eyes not one unfamiliar to him. It’s cute, almost.. in how a mouse is cute when it hides from a cat.

..no, wait- something feels wrong. something’s hazy about.. everything, it doesn’t feel normal. and theres this lingering feeling of dread, of regret- like he’s about to do something wrong. but how could it be wrong.. this is what he does, this is all he does- this is what he is, he is the beast they made him to be- he needs their approval- he needs-

Ven huffs, snarling, shaking his head like a dazed animal and pawing at his face- the cheering is suddenly so loud that it hurts- his head fit to burst. He growls, hunching over in pain and taking a step back- different angles of his mind at war with himself, and everything is so bright- so loud-

“..Run, Rabbit.” He manages, his eyes distant as he looks back up at the familiar man. He doesn’t want to fight him, it’s wrong- he shouldn’t do this, but he can’t- control himself- His legs step forwards again on their own, and he snarls- damn near feral. “Run.”

Ven lunges at him, but changes his angle and slams into the wall. it only takes a moment before he rights himself though, reaching out with sharp claws and bared teeth and-

THUD

... His eyes open, chest heaving as he catches his breath. It’s dark, and cool, and certainly no where near the city.. He fell out of bed, it seems, and is lying on the floor with one of his legs tangled in blankets. a dream.. right. a dream. Vens head falls back to rest on the ground, and he huffs in irritation as a hand runs over his face. what the fuck..

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Anonymous asked:

"oh..." Lets do Talyn to Amanita :3c

Just A Peek! Meme; #4 My Muse stretching their arms up, showing their midriff

Mention: @silva-vinandi​

Good lord, he’d picked a poor day to practice his swordsmanship.. It felt unbearably warm in the garden this morn, even with the more casual and loose fitted clothing allowing the breeze to hit sweat slick skin.

Amanita sighs, sticking the edge of his sword into the grass and taking a moment to rest. He rolls his shoulder, feeling a bit out of practice and stiff, before stretching his arms above his head- fingers interlocked and a little groan falling from his lips.

as he moves, his shirt rides up- exposing his stomach and a very little bit of his chest, lithe athletic muscles tensing with a deep inhale. as his arms lower, he rolls his neck a little and runs a hand through his sun-warmed locks, eyes scanning about the garden..

It’s then his gaze lands on Talyn as he stands near the entrance to the garden- a swell of fluttering nervousness settling in his chest, an uncomfortable feeling he’s gotten used having when the other tiefling is around.. Amanita’s face however, doesn’t betray much of this nervousness- simply remaining flat, if a little flushed. “ah. Talyn. Hello, my friend- was...” a pause, clearing his throat “..is there aught you needed?”