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[anovisxllando]

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[mercyxkilling]

CARING SENTENCE STARTERS

@tar-rei​ -  ❝ i’m fine, let me see your face. ❞      she didn’t like having people touch her. too often she’d seen people use intimacy as weapon, rather than something of comfort. living her life on the streets of the imperial city, not accepted truly by anyone, even her own parents, had made her unaccustomed to being cared for, and because of that she’d be perpetually wary of anyone trying to get close to her. instinctively, she tensed up and raised her hands defensively, ready to slap the other away if need be.      a sigh visibly shifted her shoulders, though, as she chose not to fight. not this time. she knew when she was beaten, and that fight had taken a lot out of her. if this was an act of genuine kindness, she’d not brush it away.      “if you’re certain... then go ahead. are you sure you’re all right? that was... rather harrowing, if i may say so.”

[finsaraan]

@tar-rei

     He wasn’t alarmed when he felt Apocrypha shifting in the familiar way that meant a Black Book was opening; but he was alarmed when he turned and the person entering came into sharp focus. He wasn’t sure ‘person’ was even the right term. His first thought - given the way his blood was thrumming - was that this was a dragon. Some divine had decided to have another go at making them, or thought that the concept of Dragonborn hadn’t gone quite far enough. He just... stared, and was quite glad that his mask hid his stupefied expression.

Of course, magicka was tingling in his fingertips; whatever they looked like, they were something draconic enough for him to sense, and so he was ready. Not so much on the speaking front, though. He had no clue what to say to this - but being a dragon himself, he could not say nothing. He spoke, without thinking, in Dovahzul. “If you are what I think you are, then dragons have changed much since I saw them last.”

[nallron]

@tar-rei

“Move along, lizard. You’re blocking my view.”

Nallron had been people watching, like usual. Leaning casually against the wall of Belethor's General Goods and enjoying the welcome shade the building’s eave gave, he had just spotted someone interesting. Another elf - somewhat of a rarity within Skyrim. That reason alone was enough to pique the soldier’s interest. His eyes followed the mer as they walked towards the stairs to the Wind District. And then the Argonian walked right in front of his view and he lost sight of them.

“Damn, lizards.” He muttered irritably under his breath.

[marshfirc]

@tar-rei asked for a tune | x

     “ I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silhouette. ”

[ssapiesplayground]

posible helmet design for Asherahs armor that is from bone and void resin using Tarrei high magic that allows you to work with organic materials and rebuild them into new scructures sort of magibiotech? Asherah is my OC in Planescore universe :3

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[aurielswaywardson]

"Well of course you don't! You're shorter than they are... Besides, it's like wearing a blanket: a cozy, royal, intimidating or gracious blanket."

He frowned, completely and utterly befuddled, before he looked down at himself. After a moment he took his cloak and wrapped it somewhat about his body before looking back up at the Argonian with a confused and questioning expression.

[dragxnsfire]

@tar-rei

Gathering ingredients for alchemy had never been among Haleth’s favorite chores in the world; after all, it had been her job as a child (at least once she could focus on actually helping) was to follow behind her mother as she collected foul-smelling fungi and prickly nirnroot for the alchemist of Morthal. She still did not like doing it, but after meeting Rehvas’s father— her father, too, she had to remind herself— Haleth needed some time alone away from the distractions of the world and the reminders of the Dragon Crisis; so instead of bending to the dragon’s desire, to relieve stress by Shouting, by hunting, she decided to pick flowers instead. 

She was nearing the mill on Lake Honrich when she finally looked up. She had wandered far from her original campground, but perhaps it didn’t matter. It would make her a bit late to meet her father and Rehvas, but he  had been late in returning; neither the mer nor the dovah soul saw anything wrong with making the two mer wait just a little longer.