undead hunter

❝ I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. ❞ ❝ Are you going to just sit there? ❞ ❝ You expect me to shoulder the burden? ❞ ❝ Not all debts can be repaid. ❞ ❝ I’m not busting down any doors. ❞ ❝ I know why you’ve come. ❞ ❝ I know how it ends. ❞ ❝ I’d greatly appreciate it if you would assist. ❞ ❝ One day, a man came to you and offered you a chance at redemption. ❞ ❝ Stop it. Will you stop it!? ❞ ❝ I’m not here to hurt you. ❞ ❝ Who are you?  ❞ ❝ I never find that as satisfying as I’d imagined. ❞ ❝ Are you real? ❞ ❝ Feats of wonderment are at the tips of your fingers. ❞ ❝ I’m real enough. ❞ ❝ You don’t want to be here when he gets here. ❞ ❝ Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt. ❞ ❝ This will end in blood. ❞ ❝ It always ends in blood. ❞ ❝ You killed those people. ❞ ❝ I can’t believe you did that. ❞ ❝ You’re a monster! ❞ ❝ What did you think was gonna happen? ❞ ❝ You think people like that are just gonna let you walk away? ❞ ❝ What am I? ❞ ❝ It’s a bad place. ❞ ❝ From here on, it’s only gonna get worse. ❞ ❝ I’m not you. ❞ ❝ What about me? ❞ ❝ Did I ever even have a choice? Did you? ❞ ❝ I will never escape it. ❞ ❝ It’s like a wheel of blood spinning round and round. ❞ ❝ You’ve come to wipe your slate clean. ❞ ❝ Time will walk backwards before you find redemption. ❞ ❝ Some sins can’t be forgiven. ❞ ❝ The deal is off. You hear me? ❞ ❝ It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t do anything. ❞ ❝ Leave me alone. Can’t you just leave me alone!? ❞ ❝ I heard you screaming. ❞ ❝ I was coming to get you. ❞ ❝ Put the gun down. ❞ ❝ I don’t understand. ❞ ❝ I never should have left you. ❞ ❝ Shut down the machine. ❞ ❝ What are the odds? ❞ ❝ We’re not animals, you know? ❞ ❝ Please just don’t leave me here. ❞ ❝ We’ve got nothing but time. ❞

Do you hear the graveyard murmurs?

“So. A Falmer.” He leaned on the table and tapped a skinny metallic finger on it. “How did you manage to retain your original features?”

She absently rubbed one eye and twitched her awkward-sized ears. Well, he hadn’t said all. Which was nice. She hadn’t kept them all. “I was young and had a stubborn will to live,” she said, and it was all she would say. “How did you avoid disappearing?” It may have come off as a rhetorical question, but she was truly curious. “To Oblivion or the moon or wherever the Dwemer went.”

He went to place the materials back in the chest. “Any who, was it the claw mark that got you stumbling in here? What made you enter Avanchnzel?”

“I was attacked, by gods-know-what. The thing about being out in the middle of nowhere on a walk is that when you’re being chased, you don’t stop to think about where you go to hide.” Avanchnzel, Avanchnzel... the name was familiar. That Argonian woman in Riften was always ranting about an Avanchnzel.

“And, about unique names, I’ll tell you now I’m no fanatic chasing after the Dwemer. I can’t chase after the very people I lived amongst, anyway.”

Well, she was. But it was an insane notion for one to hold, and though she was proving both, Faenil only had the intent to prove the latter: it was a crazy thing to think of somebody! But she was sure she had seen mer like Vek once, a long time ago. She did not feel right here to begin with, claustrophobic and on edge in fact, but this was just ridiculous.

“That sting you felt was from my own brew of antibacterial liquid, vital for those not wanting to be infected by any outside disease.” The Dwemer closed the bottle and placed it on the table along with the wraps. “As for who I am? Vek Gamalzak. I’d prefer Vek.”

“Is that what you do down here, then?” Faenil scrunched up her face as she straightened her back. “Vek? That’s... unique, I’ll give you that. I’m Faenil.”

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“This may hurt a bit.” He carefully applied the damp part of the rolls onto the wound and wrapped it around her chest.

But then again, she’d been through worse. “What is that?!” The more pressing question, though, was: “And who are you?”

Those born in the season of Morning Star  1st - 31st Soul color: Amber Temperament: Patience, ambition, resourceful, and loyal. Those born under the ritual display the strength of independence and fearlessness against their enemies. Abilities: Their natural strengths are strongly tied to the school of restoration magic, but the star-sign seems to allow many outlets and adaptability. The Ritual might be a Jack-of-all-trades. Friendships and Family: Not all are gifted with loving families and friends, but The Ritual’s love is said to be the most unconditional. Even those with rough childhoods and relationships will find hating others difficult to do. A sincere apology will easily win their forgiveness. Forgetting others is hard, The Ritual tries to keep ties strong.  Success: Honesty is the best policy, The Ritual makes for a fair leader and a diligent worker. Secrets and gossip are not tolerated when in a professional environment. The Ritual has many options in their professions, but tend to struggle in the arts. Not to say that they are inherently bad at it, but that they are not naturally inclined to creative outlets.  Romance: A struggle, the one born under the Ritual will be attracted to those they want to help. Often it will take a few attempts before the right person will truly respect The Ritual’s sacrifices. They tend to be very selfless and giving lovers.  Struggles: While selflessly offering themselves to others and perusing ambitions, the ones born under The Ritual will commonly forget their own health and basic needs. Often others will take advantage of The Ritual’s graciousness or find themselves quickly losing interest without the struggle and depth of persona. The Ritual might also find themselves strung out between too many situations they are involved in. The Ritual is very forthright, and tends to lack any mystery, but to many that is admirable. Schemes, manipulations, and ridicule are their annoyances. 

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