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# 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷  : independent  &  private  multi - muse roleplay  blog   𝑓𝑡.   characters from  fromsoftware's elden ring & elden ring : nightreign .   canon - based  with  some original theorizing .   primarily  plot - driven & multi - verse .   reclaimed by  imojean ( they / he ) ,   20 + .

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𝑎𝑛  𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛  𝑜𝑓 : “  the  burden  of  holding  something  that  requires  a  great  tenderness  ” ¹ , destructive / restorative rituals , “  a longing that's killing me  ”  ² ,    the lengths one can go for self - preservation , “  sanity ; a guillotine  ” ³ ,    &   the conservation of thy will .

             ¹  danusha laméris , ²  mahmoud darwish , ³  inkpressedpetals

... DRAFTS : 06 / INBOX : 05

❛ if the night demands it , i will not resist what must be done ... some would say it's all i know how to do . ❜ there are things that press at the edges of thought when she is asked to define herself as a killer⸻memories that do not belong to this place but insist on following her regardless : upon snapping out of her blood-lustful trances , the aftermath of hungers that did not feel like her own yet were answered through her hands all the same , the thick and heavy regret that followed when there was nothing left to consume .

@daylighter's voice follows , worn with effort : ❛ would that i could be a better apprentice . your sorceries rebel against my hand , sellen . ❜

her heart breaks at this small admission of failure , but she refuses for it to become a declaration of surrender . not when his own fortitude remains unshaken . ❛ you persist regardless , as any should in the face of hardship ; to keep one's gaze fixed ahead and make use of what one has been given to learn , despite poor instruction … ❜ there is only the clinical honesty of her own assessment , though it is not without implication⸺that such persistence can possibly be misplaced . ❛ … why do you continue to return here , of all places , however ? you gain little from it . less , perhaps , than you would under a more accommodating tutor . ❜

animal :  a frickin skunk colour : red & grey month : august :) i think in modern / earth verses she would be born on august 26 song :  the winner by esha tewari . listen to it please it drives me crazy with fia vibes number :  3 ! day or night : dusk :) plant :  ghost glovewort / lily of the valley smell :  spikenard & balsam , both scents associated with death rituals in the roman civilization season :  that period of time between summer & fall food :  raisins astrological sign :  virgo element : water drink :  a hot steaming cup of tea :)

tagged by : @flameskewer thank you so much zas!! tagging: @frenzie (aryn) @incertion (alecto) @noctvoid (harleigh) @daylighter & anyone who hasn't done this yet !

the undertaker is some kind of scion to / an off-shoot of the balancers like millicent is of malenia. the story told by the description of the will of the balancers are the memories that exist in her head despite it being unclear if it is actually hers

she was "born" or she one day began her existence among the hornsent of bonny village, who had mistaken her for a shaman. her strange powers rescue her from her fate as a priest recognizes the divinity (of harmonia, of the formless mother etc.) within her

the priest establishes a monastery with her and elects her as its abbess, hoping to build with her a structure that will unite the heavens with the earth. due to her great strength, she is tasked with the gruesome tasks of filling coffins with crushed corpses. u can imagine how that goes

when the night takes over, the priest sends her to limveld to "find her salvation" - not gonna set it in stone yet but it could have something to do with freeing the balancers from the night as well or literally anything else. it's just left up to interpretation what she was meant to do and if she does end up doing that ^_^

alternate universes to be determined, super open for anything!

the offering appears in her periphery , an argument that came and went without a single word passing between them . for a moment , she simply looks at the boiled prawn in @frenzie's armored hand . [ hunger . ]

❛ i had not thought , from you , there would eventually come an intervention . ❜ she says at last . the night within her does what it always does : it sustains , and still she hungers , a lowly and insubordinate thing as though some part of her remains unaccounted for in its mercy . what will become of her if she gives in ? she remembers too well the shape of that surrender⸺the ease with which flesh once yielded beneath her violent need⸺and she does not trust that she would know when to stop , should she permit it again .

she takes it .

with the awed wonder of an alien to the realm of limveld refusing to acknowledge that this is , in fact , a boiled prawn in a realm of demons and wraiths , she realizes there is no power in it for her hex to take , so she soon allows it into her mouth without resistance . ❛ … acceptable , ❜ she concludes after a moment . this small act of mundanity , the undertaker finds , is the only thing in the world still permitted to be uncomplicated . ❛ though , i maintain i was managing just fine . ❜

for a moment , she remains on the floor . her sorry head is robbed of its glintstone crown , lying cracked beside her . from the small failure of composure that follows being seen undone by something so simple , as rain continues its relentless argument with stone , she considers whether she might have preferred no witness at all⸺immediately , however , she finds that thought less convincing than it should be when it is the wylder who finds her .

her soft , dependable ... friend , he offers a hand so quickly that she wonders if @frenzie has somehow already decided she will take it . [ hand . ]

she stares and stares at it , but perhaps only because her fluttering heart would rather delay the moment a while longer . is she somehow suffering from a concussion ? when she takes his steady hand and rises , she does not immediately release him . her gaze flickers to him once , then away again , as though looking directly at him might make the warmth in her attention too obvious to survive intact . get yourself together . you are a scholar , not a fool . ❛ it seems ill-advised to even meander outdoors without the appropriate footwear . i hope you bear that in mind . ❜ so smooth .