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Update

OOC;

I have tweaked and edited the Rule & Bio page as well as updating the status of my current threads for this blog. After a week of being sick preceeded by my jobs demanding much of my time and exacerbating my poor priorities, I am determined to keep this place monitored as I mentioned in a previous post (with particularly poor timing on my part.)

Feel free to send inquiries and other such things.

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AESTHETIC MEME: list your muses aesthetic. anyone can do this, list your muse’s aesthetic from tastes, smells, outfits, and sceneries. add as many subjects as you like, it can help with people tagging you in aesthetically pleasing things towards your muse! (REPOST, don’t reblog!)

TAGGED BY: @lyriumchains TAGGING: @hot-blooded-and-cocky @hoodedhawke @thekeepershand @healing-hissera and anyone who would like to do it.

TASTES: Earthy blend of elfroot and other healing herbs with sweat. Bright and subtle fruits picked fresh from trees in the morning. The smoke of a fire kept for warmth and cooking, recently extinguished. A thin but unmistakable crispy tang of the Fade, a lingering aura of the warped Veil. When he casts, it shifts in intensity for just a moment, coating teeth and tongue.

SMELLS: Wet stone coated by a rain that was yearned for months, and the petrichor thereafter. The contrast as ice is followed quickly by a searing flame struck with intent. Warn leather that requires replacement but is instead stitched and worn to see another day, smelling only of him now. A mix of sweat, smoke, and the Veil that lingers; an aura tight to the form, but heady when encountered. The pages of yellowed books pressed into a dusty shelf, long forgotten.

SIGHTS: Muted colors of the earth and wilderness, deliberately chosen. A harsh green glow of moonlight bouncing from the mirror in the back of a piercing set of eyes. The hard stalk of the gait of a hunter, shoulders and hips shifting with purpose as it glides to a more amiable stride. Hot breath in the cold night. The bounce of light as the Veil is twisted to cast, a shimmer and strike. A patient mask and a stroke of broad, proud shoulders.

OUTFITS: Simple and unadorned, comfortable with little restriction of movement. An uninteresting beige sweater, well-kept with modesty flaps that billow gently in the wind. Dark green leggings of thin leather, black cord thread through holes to keep the clothing intact, in desperate need of replacement. No shoes, though heel and arch are covered by thin leather; distinctly elven. A wanderer, an apostate. The only trinket: a dark, mummified half of a lupine jaw bone attached to a leather cord draped around his neck. A hint of a secret, but one he cannot tell. Re-emerged from rags to riches, draped in gold plating and fur from a long forgotten era. Gold and metal plating, stained by age, glint with power and authority through intricate detailing. Gold encases his legs and feet, marked in patterns to draw the eye down toward which to prostrate. A pelt haphazardly strapped over his shoulder, catching gently in the soft wind coming from the cracks in the Fade. The jawbone is no longer there, the secret no longer necessary to hide. And yet, his expression remains unhappy among the finery.

SOUNDS: Muted breath and footfalls, quiet to avoid detection. The crackle of a spell recently cast. Silence only broken by a voice marked by purpose and experience. A voice heavy with nostalgia and wonder as it slips into an unknowing meter, speaking to a rhythm unheard by everyone but him. A long, lonely sigh.

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OOC: I have recently been hired back at my old job, so my availability to reply has gone down (as I’m sure people have noticed.) That coupled with a dry spell of creativity has made replying in a caliber I felt good about a bit difficult. I apologize for the immense delay in that regard.

That being said, though my time to answer has gone down, this will hopefully kick the depressive slump I was going into firmly out of my life. I will also be making more of an effort to check this blog often.

Again, apologies to my current threads, and I humbly thank you for your patience. Do not be afraid to send me a private message to remind me of a reply. Thank you. Dareth shiral.

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WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?

BOLD ANY WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT THEY LIKE. REMEMBER TO REPOST & NOT REBLOG. FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THE LIST

fire. ice. water. air. earth. claws. fangs. wings. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses. metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. lace. silk. cotton. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud. silver. steel. sugar. salt. lavender. glass. wood. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean. bruise. scar. wind. spices. light. dark. paint. charcoal. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. bare feet. canine. feline. coffee. tea. books. scratches. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candle. sword. dagger. staff. arrow. hammer. shield. spikes. sand. rocks. roots. feathers. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. herbs. waves. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. lions. wolves.

tagged by: @lyriumchains tagging: anyone who wishes to do it.

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OOC

Mun will be on vacation for the next three to four days. May sporadically reply, but until the end of Sunday is unlikely to be on for long periods.

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☾:Favorite moment from your Muse's canon, and why. (If your Muse is an OC, then favorite aspect of their story.)

My favorite moment for Solas is the first time he’s accepted as a person worthy of respect and challenged by that same person, who is someone he has grown to respect as well.

The Inquisitor can be many things to Solas, but for me they always hold respect for one another, and the Inquisitor is the first time Solas was truly challenged in both his perceptions and his beliefs. He always professes being open to changing his mind, and he is, but an Inquisitor, or indeed if he manages to fall in love with anyone, is the first time the foundation of his experiences in Thedas are truly shaken to their core, and it forces him to re-evaluate and ascertain his own motives and courage for the actions he has planned to do, and now has to way new consequences against it. It’s a big character step for him, even if it’s one that ultimately doesn’t sway his opinion.

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♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing?

Solas’s favorite piece of clothing is, without a doubt, the wolf jaw bone necklace he wears. Although he professes that there is nothing special about it, rumors still occasionally crop up around the helpers and soldier of Skyhold about it being a container of his magical energies, and he takes a secret pride in that air of mystery.