#stabsilk

AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS || accepting [🏹]

|| @stabsilk

That was part of the problem, wasn't it? A part of her had decided she was still the good person she had always been, always wanting to do the right thing, to help people to protect them. A guide to the lost. But then there was that other part of her, that new part that hungered and hungered and hungered until she had no choice but to consume. That part that wanted to kill, to drink up every last drop. Leave nothing left.

She worried that was the part that was going to decide. Some days it grew increasingly impossible to ignore and resist. The lot of them were surrounded by death, blood spilling in every battle, how long before she caved? She was fighting a three-way war against the tadpole, the vampiric tendencies that cropped up the first night they were in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, and her own sense of self-control. Some nights, losing felt like an inevitability.

She huffed, lips snarling slightly as the hint of those fangs peered out. It was never directed at Amma, though. All her frustrations were pointed inward. "I feel like I'm one day away from deciding something horrible. Like I don't know if the tadpole is going to claim me first, or this thirst is. Then it doesn't matter who I decide I am, something else will have decided for me."

🐝  *  ―  𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑾𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. || Open!

Confusion knit the druid's brows together. He prodded at the base of the campfire, stoking its flames back to life. " I do not understand. I do not cast blame upon you for anything, Amma. "

He set the stick aside and straightened up in his seat once more, hands resting on the rough bark of the log he claimed as a seat. He met her gaze, worry taking root deep in his chest. What had he said or done to instill guilt or suspicion in her?

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MAKING DEMANDS ... [ REMASTERED ]

“i ... ” a straight answer she said, but what if there was none to be found? what was there to say if she wouldn't accept an i do not know?

like a snared animal his mind sprung. he cursed himself for his initial ambivalence, now realizing it had been a foolish, ill-conceived impulse that inspired little confidence or possibility of cooperation.

“fighters are taught only so much of the illithid.” she was clearly no cleric of the dark mother. he did not even bother asking if she had other knowledge to impart. sol'rys studied her visage blankly, expertly concealing a quiet scorn and undercurrent of nervousness.

@stabsilk with to be honest, i’m tempted to slit your throat just to see what happens. perhaps i still will. - for gale

Thick brows perched themselves atop the astonishment settled within his gaze.

“Well,” the wizard started, a low drone to his vocals that’d been accentuated, “Normally, in a situation such as that, the victim of such a… gesture, we’ll say,” Gale paused, hands coming to clasp together as he spoke, “Bleeds out. Unless they’re able to acquire some form of healing, or what have you.”

Of course, his response was lacking the typical enthusiasm that coated his tone; it was rather deadpan, a hint of sarcasm if one looked close enough.

“Can I ask why you have this desire?”

🐝  *  ―  𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑾𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. || Open!

Any meaning hidden within the the syllables of Amma's statement bypassed Halsin's preliminary assessment of the phrase. That seemed obvious to him; they were two very different people after all, and that tended to be how memory worked. Perception, ideals, and time tended to shift and alter the events of the past and the recollection of them from one person to the next based on their lived experience. Thus, he could only surmise some deeper motivation behind uttering it to him specifically. What did she wish to call attention to?

A huff of a breath escapes her chest as bag is tossed onto the bed - the single bed in the entire room, apparently. All the two bed rooms in this inn were apparently occupied, and as use as she is to sleeping outside. . .it’s nice to be able to sleep in the comforts of a mattress and sheets, and the warmth of a room rather than in the chill of night.

“It’s not that big of a deal - I can take up a spot on the floor.”

Gale wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Surely he should just go along with what Amma, the de facto leader of the group, was saying. Especially when they were on a time crunch, to deal with the parasites in their heads.

That being said... it still nagged at him. Not helping when they had the means. It was barely even out of there way.

@stabsilk asked: We're not going to have trouble, are we? - from stabsilk... she may or may not be asking this while pointing a crossbow at him

↳ from this meme.

𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, taking in the loaded crossbow aimed at him, already mentally running through the potential damage it could do to him ( the answer : not enough to matter, but enough that it could be … amusing ) — then he lifts his gaze enough to watch her face ( at least, the half of it that is visible ) . There is obvious determination so he is under no illusions that she will pull the trigger if it is deemed necessary. Good.

❝ I don't plan to start any. ❞  A brief pause, then Viona shrugs.  ❝ If you feel so inclined though, go ahead. ❞