KEEP TO THE STARS

KING  ARTHUR   /   LEGEND  OF  THE  SWORD ↳ no longer accepting

      “Not yet.”  Adhlea’s voice is barely more a whisper. It lingers only thanks to an echo from these deep, long empty halls. She refuses to touch anything of fear for disturbing that which otherwise was left untouched for millennia.

     “How can anyone simply walk away from this? It is like something calls to me from within it, as if the very walls were LONELY.”  Finally she swipes her sleeve across a mural, leaving a shining streak through a sheet of dust and grime. The elf rests her forehead against it and breathes a tired sigh.

KING  ARTHUR   /   LEGEND  OF  THE  SWORD  ↳accepting

     PAINTED NAILS trace carefully down Kalla’s jaw, her neck, along a defined clavicle and finally to the laces of her shirt. Adhlea toys with the knots there, pulling them just loose enough to go slack but no more. She bows her head to press a gentle kiss to the dwarf’s neck. She draws out the motion painfully slow, SAVORING the brief contact and letting the warmth of her breath linger on exposed skin.

     “I won and you still make demands of me? So bossy, dear Warden.”  Adhlea knows their game well, this FALSE power struggle to determine who comes out on top. Thick thighs straddle Kalla’s own, pressing firmly down to hold her in place. In terms of raw physical power there was no doubt Kalla was stronger. Any moment she could switch their positions, roll Adhlea off and claim victory and her prize, but that wasn’t part of the game. Not tonight.

     Adhlea curls a finger under Kalla’s tattooed chin and leads her into a kiss. No matter what strength the dwarf boasted Adhlea had her own power. Without magic, without force, she was ENCHANTING. Her presence demanded attention and incited a craving in others. She could draw out this kiss as long as she wanted. Pull away just enough to relish in her lover chasing the contact Adhlea would deny.

KING  ARTHUR   /   LEGEND  OF  THE  SWORD  ↳accepting

     “That is my EXACT sentiment!” Adhlea huffs in the dramatic manner most of her companions have learned to expect from their dear Inquisitor. Rosy cheeked, pouting, all she was missing for a proper tantrum were tears. Though, those were never far off either.

     “But I cannot be friends with someone like- like that!” She gestures to a MASSIVE mural depicting their current host. The heroic painting depicted the Nevarran lord shirtless, flexing muscles he absolutely did not have as he defended numerous damsels from a monstrous horde.

KING  ARTHUR   /   LEGEND  OF  THE  SWORD  ↳accepting

     “And what do you think makes an army? Do we simply pop from the ground, like armed daisies? You underestimate a single life far too much.”  Adhlea frowns most uncharacteristically, her expression of disapproval worn like a ill fitting dress pulled too TIGHT. 

KING  ARTHUR   /   LEGEND  OF  THE  SWORD ↳ accepting

     “What is power if not fickle? Something different for everyone, surely, and not necessarily a sour thing to crave.”

POWER. The word alone carried weight enough to crumble kingdoms. People heard “power” and would think of pride and greed. Their mind lends to a tyrant’s rule or the elite high, high in their towers when, in truth, those who sat atop gilded thrones relied on the power of those beneath them to aid in their ILLUSIONS of grandeur.

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                           BOLD all that applies to your muse.                          italicized  -  applicable in some way.

• EYES:   blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other • HAIR:   blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other • BODY TYPE:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight • SKIN:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan  | olive | medium | dark | discolored • GENDER:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels • SEXUALITY:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels • ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic |  panromantic | aromantic |demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels • SPECIES:   human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | vampire | alien | mutant | android | fairy | other (elf) • EDUCATION:   high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other (taught by scholars, if there was a PhD in Magic she would have that)I none • I’VE BEEN: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot (by arrows) • POSITIVE TRAITS: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident |creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal |modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving |charismatic | calm • NEGATIVE TRAITS: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous |impatient | impulsive | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive |sarcastic | self-conscious | petty | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | stubborn | avoidant | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative | disconnected • LIVING SITUATION:   lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other (lives in basically a military fort) • PARENTS/GUARDIAN:   mother  | father | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other | deceased • SIBLINGS:   sister(s) | brother(s) | none | other • RELATIONSHIP:   single (default) | crushing | dating  | engaged | married | separated | verse dependent • I HAVE A(N)   developmental disorder | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability (verse dependent missing left arm, blind) | other • THINGS I’VE DONE BEFORE:  had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

        ‘   it  sounds  WONDERFUL .  i  would  love  to  visit  someday .   ’      she  has  only  ever  read  of  rivain ,  but  ana  has  always  been  deeply  curious  &  longed  to  travel .      ‘   i  see  beauty  in  the  harshness  of  ferelden ,  biased  as  i  am  towards  my  homeland ,  but  sounds  as  though  it  pales  in  comparison  to  where  you  grew  up .   ’

Adhlea: 

 ❛ is   yours   not ? ❜      it   is   always   odd ,   to   see   how   differently   all   her   People   live .   she   has   known   many   who   see   it   as   a   loss ,   that   they   are   scattered   to   the   wind ,   alone   &   lost .   she   doesn’t   necessarily   agree ,   even   if   she   understands   the   sentiment ;   to   have   a   place   to   call   home ,   to   stop   moving   &   stay   in   one   single   spot —   it   seems   like   a   dream .      ❛ are   they   safe   where   they   are ,   your   clan ?   i   know   i   worry   about   mine   constantly .   i   imagine   its   worse   for   you .   they’re   much   farther   away . ❜

     "Some of our clan members may choose to travel, whether for personal curiosity or necessity, but no. Clan Manlaavhen dwells in a settlement that stretches into the sea.” Homes are built upon stilts far above the water and linked together with either natural islands or carefully constructed bridges. All have the option to come and go but very few choose to leave. The village was their  HOME,  crafted with love by generations upon generations.

Ameridan tilted his head back,  taking in the mist-shrouded heights around them.   He was glad for a distraction;  silence allowed thoughts to grow that he could only handle in so small quantities at a time,  of things lost and trials ahead  —  he,  too,  would much rather speak.   “ I have never seen the mountains from this angle.   I could not tell for sure. “   Perhaps,  from a tower in Halamshiral were one could see across the Dales,  or from the Dirthavaren on a clear day,  he would be able to say if the silhouette was the same as it had once been,  or different.   Those places he’d called home;  from there the peaks and valleys would be familiar.   Here in their midst,  he is a foreigner.

“ I do not know what would make them change,  though.   What could reshape a mountain?   Nothing less powerful than what scarred the sky  —  and then would you not know about it? “

     "Perhaps not, these mountains are not familiar to me in the least. Why, one could disappear completely and it would likely escape my notice! The horizon is remarkable but blends together like spilled paint at times.”