Shimmers-In-Shallows and Martin enjoying the scenic fields of somewhere in Cyrodiil while they aren’t being subjected to 3474829782 oblivion gates and bandit camps
The Daedra walked in a place outside worlds, not in Nirn, nor Oblivion, nor even the Void. Handsomely dressed, his hair was as red as dragonfire, his eyes twin golden stars, windows into the entity that longed for the slightest excuse to shred the form of flesh which clothed him. Yet he walked with grace, bending not a blade of grass where he trod.
“Well, well,” he said, and his voice was as if the sun turned and traveled backward. “It seems old Mora loses the bet. More the fool he, then. All his thralls must come to me in time.” - The Fallen, chapter 11
Another somewhat messy take on Daggerfall!Sheo that started as a warm-up and got out of hand haha. I wonder if perhaps red is his natural hair color, and it only turns white when the Greymarch approaches?
Whenever I see Oblivion slander in the Year of Our Lord 2023, I have to painfully remind myself that yes, it's sadly okay for people to be objectively wrong, and then scroll past the philistines at the gate.