#abysstained

OBSCENELY DOMESTIC STARTERS.( A C C E P T I N G . )

            strange. normally, you could tell a knight’s standard by their armour; the templar sword, the ferelden dog, orlais and their tits, for some reason. fenriel sees none of that here --- and really, there’s quite a bit of metal to emblazon.

gently nests in ur hair

“I have decided to reject Princess Gwynverie’s offer. I will stay here in Lordran, so my Lifehunt may serve Lord Gwyndolin.”

It had been only a few weeks since the Lord of Sunlight set off with his faithful knights to the Kiln of the First Flame, never to be seen again. Gwyndolin had offered to protect

Most of the gods were leaving, after Gwyn’s funeral had been hosted in the Darkmoon Tomb. Enough to pay respect to Gwyn’s life after his death, but not enough to look over that which he had created.

The Knights of Gwyn had, essentially, become a defunct organization. Gough’s combat prowess rejected by most fools for his blindness, Captain Ornstein opting to watch over the Cathedral with that horrid executioner (why one as noble as Ornstein would spend even a moment with Smough was beyond her, but she challenged not her Captain’s judgment), and Ciarin... she did not know where she had gone, but the Lords’ Blades too were disbanded.

Still, even if she had known it would end like this, she wouldn’t have given the time spent with them for the world.

@abysstained     //    send ▲ for random generated starter.the crow knits an ugly sweater and forces artorias to wear it.

‘  WEAR IT !  ‘      they don’t demand ; they scarcely demand  &  yet here they are. it strains vocal chords too stiff for their monotone. hurts very much   and  begs for imminence to crack their voice. 

 a need carves into the pit of their chest they don’t recognize nor know how to handle : care.    they’ve worked so hard on it !    within their gloved grasp is something barely passing for garment , stitched with clothing remnants of the deceased and abandoned ,  and they fervently wave around. plea hangs onto their words that make the crow childish.

things to imagine

Darkwraith Priscilla and Artorias having a longstanding antagonistic relationship prior to the Oolacile crisis

Priscilla taking extreme pleasure in seeing Artorias finally being corrupted by the Abyss