#howlingatdawn

“Your flesh radiates with warmth. I see you are still among the living,” remarked the lord, smile waggish. 

Time, and life, had barricaded themselves up between them. This was their first meeting in a long while. 

A knock on the door woke up the commander. He rolled towards the door and grunted loud enough for the knocker to open the door.

“Sir, you have a guest.. she says she’s an old friend. I think she said her name was Sheala or something..”

Kyran abruptly sat up.

“Aela? Red hair?

“Yes sir, that’s her name. Ginger hair, she’s really pretty. I wish my girlfriend had that hair”

Kyran jumped out of bed after waving Agmaer to tell the Huntress to wait a moment. The one day the Commander decided to sleep in, in ages and he gets a visit from HER. He ran to his bathroom to freshen up before throwing on his casual clothes to meet Aela.

Mun had the best day you guys

So roguenobility and I realized awhile back that she happened to live not far from my dad

Well I’m visiting my dad right now and we were able to meet up! Her and the lovely howlingatdawn. It was just a really nice time ^_______^

{BRO does this mean you’re roleplaying again?}

Rowan aimlessly wandered the halls of the Dawnguard Fortress, careful to avoid bumping into the soldiers as they busied themselves with all their daily tasks. Some were gearing up with heavy armor and crossbows, and others were rushing about or speaking in groups. As he entered a large, spherical room that seemed to serve as a foyer, he found one of the crossbows lying unused atop a stack of crates, and curiously made to pick it up. 

{So here’s what my best friend and I decided to end the night with. I scrolled through my blog, picked a few canon lines from each of our characters, and then we acted them out. She did Rowan’s lines first, and then it was my turn to have a go. After that, we did Kyran’s. As you can tell, we had a lot of fun with the Scottish and Irish accents.}

Rowan: “I wasn’t given the choice to decide whether I wanted this life or not. I was turned after my death, by a man I don’t care to name. He stole his way into my tomb and fed my corpse his afflicted blood, and then he performed a ritual that grasped my departed spirit from the afterlife, and bound it to my body once more. I awakened as the undead, hungry for the living, and I remembered all that my life had been before. His merciless nature and contempt for humanity were all I had to learn from, until I claimed my freedom by slaying him and setting out to try and pave a different life."

Do you like butts? “Ye’ve got no bloody idea, mage. Ah like arses aboot as much as drinkin’. When it comes tae men, ah like ‘em thick an’ muscled, like the arse of a bear, if ye know what ah mean. But if it’s the bonnie lassies we’re haverin’ on aboot, ah like just enough fer grabbin’ when ah’m havin’ ah go with ‘em, ye ken? Aye, ah good arse is somethin’ tae be treasured.”