#warwaited.

[grief-worn]

a sparring session with @warwaited; continued from here.

Her feathers ruffle, just the barest edge of embarrassment coaxed into her expression. She's never been a lackluster fighter. She's nimble, sturdy, observant. Both in body and in practice, the practice her Lady hardened inside of her core. She is meant to be dependable. Unbreakable and cunning. An instrument of her own goddess' will.

It's still Shadowheart, though. She's prone to cracking. Weak to her own mind. It shows in her fighting, and it certainly shows in her sparring. She gets sloppy when she's angry. She gets reckless and fights dirty, loses sight of her own body, leaves herself open to wayward hits, and struggles to recover her own momentum. She is a woman who was never meant for the war she so readily imposes on others. Just as much a victim of her own heart as she is to her own darkness.

It doesn't matter, though. She has to get better. Has to hone her skills and accept help wherever it may find her.

"I learned plenty. If my Lady wills it, I will learn much more today." Shadowheart is already dressed for her role. Loose-fitting garb that allows ease of motion. There are still faded colors blotched across her shoulders, remnants of their last match.

"You mentioned I had … blind spots. Lots of them. I can't afford to have any. I need to make sure my walls are impenetrable."

[vilence]

A R T S

NSFW HC Meme.

A -Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't? (ANSWERED)

R - Risk: Are they into some risky kinks? (breath play, exhibitionism, blood play, etc.) If so what are their favorites? Do they practice them safely?

I'll be real with you, Vi is actually pretty vanilla at this current time. Sex is very new to her, as answered in another post - she needs the emotional connection. One of which she only had with Caitlyn. So, her sexual experiences have just begun, in regards to another being with person.

T - TMI: Your opportunity to talk about any dirty thing you want to talk about with your muse. Could be kinks they like or just facts.

This is a pretty common depiction of Vi, though I'm not sure if it's classified as nsfw. Vi does have a happy trail, one in which she takes huge pride in. When given the chance, she does like to show it off.

Vi's nipples are naturally perky/hard. Whether in a non-arousal state & otherwise.

Vi has a clitoral piercing.

S - Suspension: Are they into being suspended like on a swing or during rope play? Or if not, what's the highest place they've ever had sex?

Out of just being devious, she's convinced Caitlyn to have sex with her at the Hex Gates in off hours.

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Maybe it had something to do with the grub squirming through her skull. Or some concussive side-effect after surviving the crash. Maybe it was sheer idiocy.

Shadowheart felt optimistic. Cautiously so, but optimistic nonetheless.

In fact, it might've had something to do with the mountain of a woman she had picked up along the way. Towering, fierce, and gleefully willing to lend a hand wherever possible. Useful. The strongest chance she had at survival, anyhow. No harm in taking advantage of a lucky draw. Opportunity was a luxury not often given to people like Shadowheart, and to waste it would be utterly foolish.

Fate intertwined them up in that accursed nautiloid, and now, with nothing but a splitting headache and sand in their boots, they carved a path through the coastline, desperate for an answer to their affliction. It would take more than your run-of-the-mill healer to purge a mindflayer's parasite. Normally Shadowheart would feel quite grim, considering the tragedy of their situation …

And yet, Shadowheart felt optimistic.

"…do you hear that?" Paused mid-step, Shadowheart was quick to shoot out an arm, blocking Anthelion. (Not that she'd realistically be able to stop the aasimar if she wanted to.)

In the distance, beyond a thicket of dry shrubs and curly birch trees, sounded the unmistakable echo of a shout. A few shouts, actually. Desperate and shrill.

"Best to avoid whatever squabble might be happening up ahead. It's nothing to do with us."

Staying in one's lane has been what's kept the Sharran alive after all these years … she only hoped her newfound acquaintance shared the same idea.

(closed starter for @warwaited.)

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"Be honest... has Shar ever actually rewarded you for your devotion?"

Another little piggy nose sniffing its way into her business, the business of her own goddess no less. She gives the other a prickly glare, her quiet dinner now unequivocally ruined by such a forthright intrusion into her faith.

"Those who join Her forces for the mere promise of reward do not deserve to stand before Her." A tactical avoidance of the question. She'd see fit to leave it at that, but Rakatak's pressing gaze squeezes her, and more trickles out before she can stem the flow.

"I am not a dog to be trained. Waggling a treat does nothing but belittle my own devotion." Angrily, she stabs at a cube of meat, watching the glaze of it glisten by the firelight.

"… patience. That is what will be rewarded, and I — I believe it is not my time yet." Her appetite is waning, and she isn't sure if she can stomach much more of this, food or otherwise. "She isn't really the giving type. At least, not when it comes to rewards. I have yet to receive something so precious."

A quick glance to her right hand. No, Lady Shar does seem to give a lot. Shadowheart receives much of her generosity every day; it is drilled into her very flesh.

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I mean I was expecting to just write with the wolf lady but then you pulled out a really respectable shadowheart both in voice and internal reasoning and I went "all right this is good too" and now here we are

YAY !!! (my poor werewolf oc dying of thirst in the corner)

figuring out the enigma that is shadowheart's internal logic has been a puzzle. she's very inconsistent sometimes (i choose to believe that's the point haha) so it's been fun piecing together what goes on in her head :D

i did just start an origin run though, so maybe that'll help my understanding a lot more :3

thank you btw !!! i'm honored to be able to write with you, and everyone!

[grief-worn]

☕ LAE'ZEL

"Gith'yanki …" she spits, grumbling as she wedges the fold of a cloth into her armor, polishing it. "I'll admit, I didn't know a lot about them prior to meeting Lae'zel, but they hardly have the cleanest reputation."

Warmongering tyrants hellbent on dominating all they deem below them (which is everything). Even someone like Shadowheart assumed these rumors to be slightly exaggerated, most word-of-mouth is.

After meeting Lae'zel? She's happy to report that all the rumors are entirely inaccurate. Gith'yanki are much worse.

"Gods, the day I never have to see another gith cannot come soon enough." Her movements quicken, fingers clenching her pauldron with a shaking grip. "Just what is her problem? It's like she wakes up and chooses to be terrible. Stubborn. Disrespectful. Utterly bereft of charm."

One can hear a snort of derision as she dunks her rag into a bucket of murky water.

"Yes, she's good at killing things, but that hardly warrants such arrogance. Gale can kill just as many people with his boring lectures. If only his wealth of civility made up the difference."

Another growl. She throws her armor plate onto the pile with the rest, gathering up a muddy cuisse, intent on upholding cleanliness even in their terribly bleak situation.

"Is it so much to ask that she show a bit of restraint? Rgh, and the damn toad won't ever shut up about her glorious queen. Vlaakith this and Vlaakith that. Is she completely incapable of making her own decisions?" The pot shouts, just as black as the kettle. "As long as she stays on her own side of camp, far away from me, I'll resist the urge to glue that ugly little mouth shut."

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"What are you talking about? Elves don't eat meat."

"Hm?" Shadowheart shifts, her body very lightly turning towards the student. "Mm. A common misconception, actually." she corrects, layering herself in that standard air of haughtiness.

"We're fully capable of digesting it, though most possess a specified moral code and choose to abstain." As she speaks, she idly plucks at a bit of dirt on her sleeve.

"I am only half of an elf, to be fair. And it's not as if I was raised by them." Eyes go cloudy for a moment. Her Mother is a drow, and she certainly placed no restriction on meat. "I've always preferred fish. Red meat doesn't appeal to me."