an independent, private & temporarily dash only roleplay for THE ELDER SCROLLS MUSES, written by emily (aelathehvntress). rules & roster
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an independent, private & temporarily dash only roleplay for THE ELDER SCROLLS MUSES, written by emily (aelathehvntress). rules & roster
under construction!
SKYRIM SCENERY Falkreath
laylaâs face as she fights her way through the dawnstar sanctuary knowing damn well she isnât going to kill ciceroâs dramatic ass
sorry for having great tits and correct opinions on everything. as if its my fault
taarie is exclusively attracted to morons and weirdos. <3
âIâm gonna pet itâ âYou realize thatâs a dragon?â âA dragon thatâs about to get petâ
@bxynjolf: âaye, i thought it was part of the act.â
The sight of him elicits a bark of laughter from her. The force behind it nearly knocks her on her ass. That would serve her right, but sheâs been evading justice since she was a street kid pickpocketing her way through the Imperial City. Why start paying for her crimes now?Â
âI lied,â she drawls, circling him. Heâs dressed head-to-toe in the jester garb she so kindly gave him âfor the jobâweâre sneaking inside with an acting troupe.âÂ
 âI wanted to see if youâd don the outfit. Youâre a perfect fool, Brynjolf.âÂ
And with a smirk, she tugs on his hat.
tiny ( 1-2 lines ) starter call for layla! i wouldnât mind the trial run to find her voice.
Because itâs đSundayđ: Vilona may be a taker of valuables, but she is a giver in bed. Her favourite form of intimacy is giving oral, whether her head is between someoneâs legs or theyâre sitting on her face. While she enjoys receiving and int*rcourse too, she finds devoting herself to pleasuring her partner(s) enthralling. In terms of dynamics, she likes being submissive or a service dom.
oh no, i wanna add my listener dragonborn khajiit. aside from the whole totally minor assassin thing, sheâs friendly. she justâŚ.itâs her, uh, hunting instinctâŚ.sheâs my little meow meow okay
layla, dash. dash, layla. sheâs a sneaky archer who also fights with her claws.
oh no, i wanna add my listener dragonborn khajiit. aside from the whole totally minor assassin thing, sheâs friendly. she justâŚ.itâs her, uh, hunting instinctâŚ.sheâs my little meow meow okay
I knew there was something a little odd about Ciralinde, and I finally figured it out: her father is a Bosmer. Sheâs very much an Altmer (proud, reserved, magically gifted, etc.), but she also has a deep love and humbleness regarding nature / life. Her backup weapon is a bow. When she isnât adventuring, ending civil wars, keeping Winterhold from imploding, and wrangling dragons, sheâs most often holed up in her alchemy lab or gardening.
@vampiric-bite:
It hadnât been long since Rei began hiding. Nobody would suspect a small vampire bat to actually be a vampire right? (Well, he thought so).
As he flew back from being a tiny menace to chickens with a few other bats, he couldnât help but notice someone. Normally he would have avoided people while in this form, but something about this person peaked his interest.
Carefully he angled himself to fly lower, keeping a good distance away. Was it a bad idea to follow? Maybe, but the person seemed friendly.
Ciralinde lingers in the doorway to The Frozen Hearth, relishing one last moment of warmth before stepping fully out into the cold. As she descends the bottom step, she whistles. The sound pierces through the night and returns her palomino horse.
âI apologize, Misca,â she says, petting the mareâs neck. A smile tugs on her lipsâthis beautiful creature is her favourite gift Skyrim has offered since her arrival. âA long night awaits us.â
She offers an apple in consolation then they set off south. Bundled in robes with hot soup warming her insides, she thinks (hopes) she can avoid a stop in Windhelm and ride directly to Whiterun, where itâs friendlier.Â
She rests along the road where she can, taking refuge in Journeymanâs Nook, not for the first time. The now frozen body of the bandit she did away with months ago is still just outside with Misca. She curls her nose at the sight but otherwise ignores it. Flames from her hand light the fire, and she is content sitting at the table with her journal.
i love the thieves guild. they're the epitome of Filthy. you ever actually stopped in the cistern for a second? those little terrors will just sit down and dip their feet in the sewer water like it's a wading pool. i could name my dragonborn Rat Piss and have them exclusively eat insects and they'd fit right in. post-questline everyone's talking about guild master Rat Piss and someone who isn't up to date on Events just thinks everyone's mad at mercer frey this month cause that's the sort of place the flagon is.
her info isnât up yet but iâm officially adding taarie
you see ciralinde, a regal altmer, eat a bee, ectoplasm, and human flesh one after the other, then yell at a dragon. what do you doÂ
Monica Bellucci in Malèna (2000)