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Assorted Media Sentences, Vol. 8 || accepting [🏹]

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Dronia took a moment to assess what just happened. She had acted without much thought, tackling the cleric to the floor before the spell could hit her. Her reflexes had been much more sharp in the last few nights since her curse finally manifested here in the Shadow Cursed lands. Shadowheart seemed okay, she might be a bit tender in a few minutes, but nothing a healing potion couldn't fix.

"Let's not keep score on that. I didn't want to see you scorched" She replied, straightening her back and letting her eyes adjust to her new dark vision. It was weird how different everything felt, now. "Just tell me you're alright. I fear we've only just entered the thick of it." Things were getting infinitely more dangerous and she wasn't going to let anyone die on her watch.

@lunarrepel : cont. from x

❝ IT'S EXACTLY THAT . ❞ SHE CONFIRMS WITH A NOD , ❝ a nightmare . nattmara translates to nightmare . it's a creature of legend of my people where i'm from . ❞ eyes look over to the fire that kept the chill of the night at bay --- though she herself could not feel that coolness as the others did . ❝ in legends it's typically depicted as a horse , but really , it can take the shape of your nightmare .  ❞

❝ for me it was a wolf . ❞ she couldn't quite describe the creature . not in words . so , instead , she gave a swirl of her hand and creatures a much smaller image of it from snow . ❝ i'm not scared of wolves --- rather i have a great respect for them . . . but it took this shape because when i was a child my mother would tell me to throw all my bad dreams to ulf the wolf --- a constellation in our skies . she said he would gobble up all my nightmares . ❞

"Does Shar answer to your prayers sometimes ?" Astarion knows this goddess doesn't, of course. Gods and goddesses are greedy; they only care about themselves and enjoy to see them suffer. That's why Astarion refuses to believe in any of them. He feels much stronger without any kind of fate. "Let me guess... She doesn't ? And you really think she cares about you ?"

❝ you didn't hear anything, did you? ❞ edelgard inquires breathlessly, cheeks still warm from the adrenaline of seeing a rat scurrying metres away from her soles. the high pitched screech was instinctual, guttural almost. she's slain beasts, conquered nations, forced lords into submission unflinchingly so, yet before a rodent she's reminded of the darkness that swallowed and upended her life.

"It would seem our leader says we are to drink naught but gruel tonight." She breaks the silence as quiet steps amble toward Shadowheart, "What say you, shall we share this..." She peers at the bottle, trying to read it as she lifts her own chalice up to her lips, before promptly giving up and speaks into the almost empty cup. "mmn... jhinrae..." Wine. That's all that mattered. Then she presents the bottle, "Shall we?"

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     ever so obedient, the dark urge sat still as shadowheart examined her vitals. her heart continued to pound against her ribcage. her thumping pulse was revealed to the cleric without an ounce of guilt. soft lips pressed themselves against each other as sylmae avoided saying something she might regret. as much as she wanted to relish in the gorey details of their last battle, she knew it would garnish some disapproval from her companions.

     finally, shadowheart breaks the peaceful silence. the question makes the other think for a moment. sylmae tried to rack her brain for any memory that resided still in her obscured memory. besides flashes of red, she couldn't think of a single hobby she enjoys besides commiting unspeakable asks.

     "i like to . . ." her words trailed off. her eyes tore off from the cleric to stare off into the wilderness as she thought long & hard. the words she searched for seemed to diminish within her skull and she gave up on trying to blend in with her companions. perhaps, shadowheart deserves to hear the truth for once.

"i can't even remember. ever since i was in infected with the tadpole , my past has been a lost cause to me . . . even little things, like hobbies i enjoy doing."

Of all the fields of magic, truthfully, Gale can't quite readily admit to his interest in the clerical. It's there, of course, even if so bashfully slight as to languish on humble, but he's a man that can summon the cradle of the heavens! And, well, the heavens and his Goddess had cradled him, too. That said, why study all those books when you've your God in your bed? Shadowheart bled for her lady, broke bones and split marrow and spilled blood for dear Shar, but every damned night, Gale had tangled with divinity. He's storms, fell tempests, and flames in his hands.