#whomuses

There wasn't really a good reason for Kiara to be here, at Skye's apartment: she wasn't injured or unwell and if she had been, the doctor would have just treated herself. But always hiding her abilities from her colleagues and patients at the hospital was a drain in itself, and being in Skye's company made a refreshing change.

"Mystra is terrible with you. I can't believe she wants you to die." Shadowheart crosses her arms over her chest. She worries about Gale, of course. These shadow lands should feel peaceful for her, but they're not. She has way too much on her mind; she worries so much about so many things. "Lady Shar would never want this from me. She tests me sometimes, of course, but it's always to make me stronger." At least she hopes so. She should feel comfortable here, but at the same... she feels uneasy. She just doesn't know why.

"While you're at it, take the blindfold. Tie it gently on me. Dont wanna see but feel the things you're gonna do to me"

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐛𝐚𝐠   。  。  。

             𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝: 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 。

@whomuses  bites  him  bites  him  bites  him

              𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍’𝐒   𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐒   are  unforgiving.  They  snap  Puck's  arm  with  ease,  like  a  knife  slicing  butter,  the  lower  half  of  it  plopping  unceremoniously  on  the  ground. 

The  ranger  merely  blinks  at  the  sight.  Didn't  even  wince,  though  his  mouth  yearns  to  scream. 

              ❝  Ah  .  .  .  ❞  He  murmurs,  watching  the  blood  ooze.  ❝  Yes,  what  impressive  teeth  you  have, Caedes.  ❞

It was unusual for her to be already asleep so early. But that particular day she was exhausted to the very last drop of her energy. Sleeping outdoors was also still difficult and she found herself alarmed by every foreign sound, even in her light sleep. 

That’s why, when someone collapsed behind her without any grace, she was wide awake in a second. 

She groaned, turning over on under her pelt to see who and why was now disturbing her rest. She blinked twice to focus her fuzzy vision - her mismatched eyes widened in surprise from the sight of a shirtless Caedes.

“Need something…?” she asked, covering her yawn with a hand, her voice groggy.

She hoped Caedes didn't want to nibble her horns, again.

The elven rogue was surprised, blue eyes wide. "So...I'm not the only one who's seemed to develop a memory problem." She had asked everyone else around camp, only to think she was the odd one out. Could they somehow be connected? Or maybe it was just pure coincidence?

the end of an adventure might be more of a comfort if she has a home to go back to.

for rain, it is back to the house of hope, waiting to be sent on another trip, until she came back, and the cycle repeated until she met her demise. it was not the worst fate. as a child, she had dreamed of working as a soldier for lolth. but that had ended in a betrayal that had left her here.

she stands straight in front of raphael. no expression found on her face. she is still herself, and she has him to thank for that. for the fact that she is not some feral creature, who only cared about finding their next meal.