#karmaelyon

I will answer because you’re really sweet for taking the time to drop by a nice message on my blog~ (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ʃƪ)

Thank you so much for the kind words!

          Dragons weren’t something Witchers usually dealt with, especially when said witcher was Zerrikanian, a nation prominently known for its worship of dragons. Rashiida had never really felt connected with her home,  the last time she had seen it was before she was taken away to become a witcher. All the same, she knew most dragons usually meant no ill will towards people, most of their bad reputation had come from the very similar, non-sentient species, Wyverns, or other draconid monsters. Very rarely would a dragon actually burn down a village.

            Still, the coin was good, very good, and from the sounds of things, this supposed dragon had been quite a menace, killing and eating people’s livestock. From the sounds of things, this was most likely a wyvern, but there hadn’t been any decent forensic evidence for her to confirm. 

            Making her way up the mountain path, she stumbled upon what looked to be a rather petite woman sitting by a fire with some roasted goat, perhaps one prancing around the mountain range. She approached the woman, brow quirked upwards.

accepting | find spock out in the cold alone

His fingertips were numb, and through half-lidded eyes, he could see they were discolored and bruised. Spock felt his head fall backward onto the ground and his eyes were shut without effort. The Vulcan’s chest was so heavy that he felt like something was sitting on him. 

accepting | text meme

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[MSG: Karma] if you do not turn off abba right now, I will come down to your quarters and break your speakers.

A closed starter for @karmaelyon

To-Él had been wandering through the Gerudo Desert for some time now. He knew where he was, and the fastest route back to the lake, but he thought it his duty as ambassador to at least try to find sentience in the wasteland he seemed to find himself in. He’d gone at dawn this morning, and yet the sun seemed posed only half way in the sky, though it felt as if it had been days. He regularly splashed water onto himself, trying to keep himself from drying out too much. Zora are not made for this, To-Él, and yet your stubbornness and damning curiosity has led you not just away from the lake, but into a desert, a death sentence for so many Zora, back when the family saw capitol punishment as a fit option for disobedience.

He’d spent the majority of his day submerged in his own thoughts, trying desperately to distract himself from the burning sand beneath his feet and the beating sun above his head. It was a little longer after this, around 2 in the evening, when To-Él stumbled upon a desolate looking shack, deep in the desert. He quickly gathered himself, straightened his posture, and knocked sharply on the quickly deteriorating door. Don’t be foolish. No one lives here. And yet, his curiosity got the better of him. After no response from within the shack, he pushed the door open slightly.

Since when is this a problem????