#thelxstdrow

[kowarenaii]

I TRIED SOO HARD ;w; I hope I didn't butcher ur sweet boy ;w; I have a lot, a lot of improving I need to do! But thank you for letting me draw ur sweet blorb ;w; @thelxstdrow

[b1oodhunt]

@thelxstdrow // from here

Their companion's state of wellbeing is obvious, not only from the change in scent that the hunter can detect, but also through his appearance. His eyes shine a different color and his skin looks like a murky grey. "If you say so," they murmur with a soft shrug. Due to having shed their many layers of armor to rest, their skepticism is made obvious through their sharp gaze. Despite their doubt they don't push the matter.

Instead, they encourage Artur to visit him. The raven hops from their shoulder and into his lap with a soft squawk. Despite eyeing the jerky the well trained raven waits for a piece to be extended his way before taking a bite.

[the--pretty--pink--princess]

ᒥ🕷ᒧ—      "Let's just stop this conversation right here, shall we?"

Pomelia recoiled slightly, her enthusiastic stream of gem facts dying on her tongue. She felt a burning heat rise to her cheeks, fuzzy goat ears flattened while the hand that held the gorgeous onyx that she had been raving about drooped. 

The two of them had been sent out by the party with two respective missions that suited their skills. Rinnill had been sent out to hunt for a meaty addition to their dinner whereas the princess with an innate knack for finding valuables in the most unlikely of places was ordered to do just that. Now Pomelia wasn't stupid, she knew to be silent during a hunt but given that they were on their way back to camp with their haul she decided it would be fine to share what she had found. Her haul included a variety of jewels, some as big as her fist, as well as some shiny silverware that would fetch a pretty silver. As jewels were something she had spent the better portion of her childhood learning about given how important they were to her kingdom's economy, the facts and appraisal of each gem's rarity just came spilling out like a dam had been broken.

"I suppose I got a little carried away there." she admitted sheepishly before her ears perked up a bit. Despite Rinnill's cold dismissal she persisted with a kind smile and held out the gem. "But I did want to give this to you."

[umbralitany-a]

ᒥ🕷ᒧ—       Never had he been the comforting kind. He was drow, after all. Rinnill had known little comfort in his own life. How easy was it to give others a thing foreign to yourself? The nightmare hadn't been missed by the drow's watchful eyes, and in a lapse of judgement he decided to extend an olive branch. With his own nightmares, he knew little mattered in the aftermath. "My Spiral...helps ease the troubled mind. You are not on watch yet...Perhaps you would like a dose?"

Random Starter ╱ always accepting !

🌑 . . . ╰──╮ Shadowheart woke from the terrible nightmare with a gasp. His right hand still burned with such intensity & he bit down hard on his lip to keep from crying out. The mark. Shar’s constant reminder of her presence, her claim on him.

He clutched his hand to his chest, breathing hard through his nose as waves of pain radiated up his arm. It felt like fire and ice at once, like something was burrowing beneath his skin. On top of that, the nightmare had left him shaken in a way he couldn’t explain ; his pulse was still hammering, and an irrational panic clawed at him. The pain made it worse, or maybe the fear made the pain worse — he couldn’t tell anymore. His eyes squeezed shut, trying to will it all away, to endure it as he always did. Lady Shar’s trials came in many forms and this was simply another test of his devotion... It must be...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤRinnill’s voice made him open his eyes.

For a moment, Shadowheart considered pretending he was fine, or perhaps scolding Rinnill for even offering him this poison, but another spike of agony shot through his hand & he couldn’t suppress a sharp intake of breath. When he finally spoke, his voice was rougher than usual.

ㅤ❝I-I don’t... I shouldn’t. This is my Lady Shar’s will... I’m meant to endure it.❞ But . . . his eyes kept drifting back to the vial.

ㅤ❝What... what does it do, exactly?❞

[bewitchedmuses]

❝ I had to get out. ❞ - Rinnill to Astarion

"I know." Astarion placed his hand on the drow's shoulder. "We're in this together now. You don't have to struggle alone." The vampire told him in a sympathetic tone. Though Rinnill wasn't the kind to be expressive, but he was able to tell how upset he was when the female drow had confronted him. Astarion of course stepped in and confronted her so Rinnill could make a quick escape.

"You aren't in the Underdark anymore, she had no right to put you down or demean you here. Horrible woman... But a wealthy one." The rogue said with a sly grin and took out o heavy coin pouch to show to Rinnill. "I'd say there's two hundred gold here. How about I treat you to a nice Inn where we can get cleaned up and a good night's rest in a soft bed?"

[awsheets]

“Could you not have merely warned me?” - To Gromph, said by the most sickly looking drow who wants to pass out, throw up, and piss himself all at once.

@thelxstdrow

"Was my presence not enough of a warning? Or must I announce every spell I cast?" The Archmage narrowed his amber eyes at the other drow. Standing tall over him using his sheer presence to will him to back down.

"Be grateful you are not worth the time it would take to cast a spell or you would be put out of your misery." He stated matter-of-factly as if it was obvious if he had a brain in his skull.

[kowarenaii]

@thelxstdrow || continued:

Drogar let go of the other’s hand before rising to his full height, canting his head just slightly, a few slow blinks following. “I have seen that, in this region, many greet others with a kiss upon the hand,” Drogar admitted. Not many did such a thing in Stonehollow; people there were… cold & distant, far more inclined to keep to themselves. Surprisingly (or perhaps not), even a kiss to the knuckles was a rare sight — something he had nearly forgotten altogether, but this region seemed to prefer that form. Drogar had seen the expressions of those who received such a greeting… how their cheeks would warm, how their eyes would twinkle in that soft, telling way. Rinnill’s reaction now earned him the very same in return. “…I thought it was kind,” he added quietly.

[umbralitany]

' i keep my anxiety bottled up, where it belongs. '

TOMODACHI LIFE: LIVING THE DREAM / @thelxstdrow

🌑 . . . ╰──╮ ❝Mm. That explains why you look so constipated all the time,❞ Shadowheart remarked with a sassy grin & nonchalantly took another sip of wine.