dicking around with styles and oh this is a very soft ziir
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dicking around with styles and oh this is a very soft ziir
hircine tho is the one who's much more happy to toss blessings ziirs way and grant her her wishes (ie there's a wolf pack in cyrodill that ppl are rightfully terrified of bc they're fucking huge and Will fuck your entire shit up if threatened) (all bc ziir lived with them for awhile and was like hey buddy,,,,,,,i want them to be happy and healthy u dig?) (and he went a lil far)
this is mostly bc hes the one she worshipped first and was like dude im in the DB isn't this like. the Biggest Hunt? and he went :o
thinkin and ziir worships:
Hircine
Azura
Nocturnal
Malacath
And Boethia
the rest she's on semi easy ground with but doesn't explicitly worship them and they tend to have neutral opinions towards her minus mehrunes dagon who Will fist fight her and she Will stab him at the 1st given opportunity
ziir has changed a Lot in 200 years of being sorta alive y'know. when she was with martin and the brotherhood she was tiny, skinny, wraith like listening to vincente tell it
she didn't have any scars then except for the ones on her hands she earned clawing her way out of the sewers (a caught assassin is a dead assassin, so she became excellent at not getting caught by anything)
even her fur changed as the years went past, such a gradual thing but one day she woke up and it was all such a stark white and she couldn't remember when that happened
it startles her sometimes when she sees images of who she used to be. there's very few tapestries or the like with her in them but enough that it always makes her start and stare (there's no way that was her, she was never that young, she was never that small, she was never that carefree, she was never never)
I'm not a fan of puppeteers but I've a nagging fear
Someone else is pulling at the strings
im working on ziirs story to distract myself from today™ (he just. would not shut up when he came home. talking to me about stupid planes won't fix shit travis) and i forgot how fucking extra the first couple chapters of this rewrite are?
like she wakes up from a 130~ yr long nap and Literally eats a dude then deals with depression and contemplating lying down in the forest and becoming one with the moss quite literally
Ziir: I'd like to say now if you attack me I'll be deeply disappointed. Not surprised. But disappointed
sad ziir concepts under the cut bc. I Can™
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Concept: ziir tends to lose herself when she fights, it's one of the few times that she feels Actually properly alive (getting into shouting matches with Ulfric comes as a close second)
Concept: sometimes she forgets herself enough that she whips around with a laugh and a name on her lips
Concept: it takes her several moments to remember, remember that it's been years since those closest to her died most by her own hands and that's a stain she can't wash away