#carolus things

Muses that clearly hit the over 1000 years old mark.

Carolus & Gilda Gloomsdale

@capeshifters

Rioka: Carolus... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Carolus: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Rioka: Rioka: I wrote sanitize, Carolus. 

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Rioka: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Fenrir: You and me!!! Rioka, tearing up: Okay. 

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Carolus, Imperial Dragonborn, Harbringer and Archmage of Winterhold

Lia or Anurlia / Dragonborn (Is the only one that actually goes by this title) - Bosmer/Altmer (Her mother was a bosmer and her father is an altmer) - Dragonborn - Listener/Guild Master - Worships Hermaeus Mora (but has not been to apocrypha prior to Solstheim) - Master Conjuration, Sneak and Archery - Weapons: Bound Bow and Mace of Bolag Bal (if someone does come close) - Armor: Deathbrand Armor

Carolus / Vampire - Imperial - Archmage of Winterhold/Leader of the Volkihar Clan (he offed Harkon) - Worships: Nobody - Master Archery, Heavy Armor, Speech - Weapons: Auriel's Bow - Armor: Dependable

[Moony, Carnun, Fenrir and Carolus]

Moony:

There is not really one. Although she does have sex, like sometimes, she is not big on revealing what she does like. Also it is not unusual for her to just plop away because of her whole being - being death and being very busy.

Carnun:

Carnun doesn't care about sexual things at all. He is like: why does that even exist. He can get well 'horny' but that is very rare and actually very dangerous cause he doesn't like to do it in his compressed form. Considering his true from is 15 feet tall. It is understandable.

Fenrir:

Loves sex, no matter what, he does have sex as a werewolf - no judging.

Carolus:

1 Top Kink / Fetish?  Biting, BDSM, Bondage, Scratching, Dirty Talk.

2 Favourite Position? Doggy Style, Partner On Top, Against The Wall

22 Do you enjoy being called Daddy / Mommy? "Yes."

the fallen prodigy

hello old friend, it's been a while hasn't it? I remember when you were just a child, gape-smiled and beaming like the sun. where have you laid your youth to rest my love? is it buried beside your heart perhaps? I know how deeply life has wounded you, it took away everything, didn't it? oh poor soul, you held onto happiness with bloody, shaking hands but still fate ripped even that away from you. your past lovers are dead or did some betray you? turning away in fear of what they once admired. your comrades have been slain, or their priorities shifted. I've heard you too have changed your way of thought. the people fear you know, do they normally cower at the sound of your name?

ah don't fret, that makes two of us. the masses tend to despise the things they do not have the will to comprehend. the villian finds sympathy for you don't they, well I could have seen that from a mile away. you two are the oldest friends, you made a deal with them correct? to save your late love, they tried to hold their end of the bargain, really, but I fear you are cursed to forever be despondent. oh what a sad and miserable life without love. is that why you chase loneliness?

for is it truly a life of sorrow if you yourself has chosen it? but don't become bitter from the pain. trust when I say I have seen wounds unfold a man, turning the gentlest spirits into seething beasts. please, keep seeking love, even if it seems you are forbidden from it. you are the master of your own fate, I see how tired you are. the scars never healed, they twist and wrap around your entire person. your eyes are dark and lifeless, rest. but keep fighting, not with the sword you have forsaken so long ago, but with your heart. I'll be rooting for you my friend.