Yeah man, I think that would ruin the mood.
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Prompt was originally written by someone called attorilene on here but hereās prompt ā an overheard conversation about your OC ā write ur magic words friend
Sometimes, the heat of the campfire was more like a rope around her neck than a source of warmth and protection. The heat felt as though it pushed on her, the smoke of the fire thick in her throat, and the sweat that formed at the nape of her neck she became all too aware of. In those moments of overwhelm, Zulee found herself retreating into her mind to escape the sensation, which tonight was the last place she wanted to be.
She had told Gore that she would look for kindling to keep the fire alive. Her companion always kept a pile at his foot that he never let dwindle, but he did not argue. He knew her better than anyone else. He also found himself distracted by their newest tagalong, Meeko, opting to occupy himself with the hound for most of the evening.
In her walk in the woods, she felt the searing heat of the campfire cool against the harsh Skyrim winter winds. The sweat at the nape of her neck dried as well, and as the minutes passed she could feel fresh air replacing the thick, smoky air that occupied her lungs. As her ailments eased, so did her mind, and a mild sense of peace found her again.
As Zulee approached the camp again, she could make out the familiar timbre of Gore resonate through the brush.
āSheāll be back, Meeko.ā
The words brought a smile to her face. As she grew closer, the image of Gore sat upon his bedroll became clear. He looked onto Meeko as the hound anxiously paced the perimeter of the camp.
āSheāll be back, boy,ā he repeated. āDonāt you worry.ā
For all of his reassuring words that perhaps would have worked on a more fluent speaker, Meeko still anxiously trotted around the perimeter, scanning the tree-line with his nose high in the air.
āWorst that can happen out here are rusty old bear traps. Believe me.ā Gore now fiddled with a small branch between his fingers, his eyes no longer on the dog. āAnd if that happened, youād be able to smell her blood, wouldnāt you? And Iād help her out of it, same as she did for me.ā
Zulee shook her head as her smile tugged further upwards on her face.
āTruth is, I still donāt know why she helped me that day.ā
She didnāt either.
āBut Iām sure glad she did, Meeko.ā
She was too.
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Had the honor to draw the beloved Taliesin and his trusty cerimonial dagger Berwhale the Avenger for @dynamite124! I would be weary of insulting it- ahem, him, if you don't want to get this face from Tally, and... maybe something more. (go download him RIGHT NOW!!)
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and some mer friends with pointy ears :-D
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Somebody teach me how to let go re: wanting to bring inigo and Lucien and auri and Khash with me in every play through even though there are like 4 new followers I have to try.
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I haven't introduced my Skyrim MC yet so...
this is Ceseil!
My half red guard half wood elf son. Around 23 years old.
His team consists of Inigo the Brave and Lucien Flavius. Dream team š¤
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oh my god im so sorry i thought i was posting to my main
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So in light of me learning how to write in Falmeris, I have composed a letter from my Falmer oc adressed to Kaidan and Taliesin.
Translation:
"Dear Kaidan and Taliesin,
Stop drinking all my fucking alto wine. That's right, I know. Lucien ratted on you assholes. Just because I'm not in Skyrim right now doesn't mean I wasn't going to drink that shit.
Count your fucking days,
Iremyn Sivus, Dragonborn"
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Not all mer are made equal
Morning at the campsite lmao
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