((RP account))
((21+, NSFW friendly, dark themes))
Former Chosen of Cyric, Murderer of the Mad God, Inheritor of Lies - a new god with an old portfolio, the taste of his mortal life still lingering on his tongue.
And Feyran found himself immediately choosing 'daughter', because he wanted her to look like Tulip.
It would make it easier for him to care about her.
The creation of aasimars is probably usually not so clinical and...well. >>
And Feyran found himself immediately choosing 'daughter', because he wanted her to look like Tulip.
It would make it easier for him to care about her.
The creation of aasimars is probably usually not so clinical and...well. >>
His gaze is like the point of daggers pressed gently against the back.
His gaze is like the point of daggers pressed gently against the back.
His gaze is like the point of daggers pressed gently against the back.
His gaze is like the point of daggers pressed gently against the back.
[It's so suffocatingly quiet in his realm - it makes him want to scream]
[or maybe that's just the lingering effect of Cyric's madness]
[It's so suffocatingly quiet in his realm - it makes him want to scream]
[or maybe that's just the lingering effect of Cyric's madness]
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[Fusses with them for a bit, figuring out where to best place them on his dumb broken throne that he doesn't even like]
[Fusses with them for a bit, figuring out where to best place them on his dumb broken throne that he doesn't even like]
His head tilts slowly at the unexpected presence - it's been a long time since someone has stared at him like that.
He looks up - unlike his observer, he actually bothered to match the height of the occupants of this world.
"Someone is out of place."
His head tilts slowly at the unexpected presence - it's been a long time since someone has stared at him like that.
He looks up - unlike his observer, he actually bothered to match the height of the occupants of this world.
"Someone is out of place."
This is 'advice' often repeated, and it's incorrect.
This is 'advice' often repeated, and it's incorrect.
He sits on a stone bench nearby and waits, arms stretched across the back.
He's curious what sort of person would approach the statue of a now-dead god that was so hated.
He sits on a stone bench nearby and waits, arms stretched across the back.
He's curious what sort of person would approach the statue of a now-dead god that was so hated.
He sits on a stone bench nearby and waits, arms stretched across the back.
He's curious what sort of person would approach the statue of a now-dead god that was so hated.
He sits on a stone bench nearby and waits, arms stretched across the back.
He's curious what sort of person would approach the statue of a now-dead god that was so hated.
Dark corners of halls seem livelier than they should be.
Dark corners of halls seem livelier than they should be.
*wraps himself in his patchwork quilt like armor and tries to sleep, staring at a seemly empty corner*
//hang on lemme do this properly
🎶 Asire
🍇Azem (Xander)
💤 Crammevoix
🐝 Emery
🛡️ WoL!Emmanellain
❓Eulmoran Adjutant (Siebert)
🗡️Feyran
🖌️Hwei
🌹 Hythlodaeus
🌒God of Lies
😺Mazen
🐲WoL!Sanson
📺 Teivort
💞Thancred
//yes i DO have too many muses.
//hang on lemme do this properly
🎶 Asire
🍇Azem (Xander)
💤 Crammevoix
🐝 Emery
🛡️ WoL!Emmanellain
❓Eulmoran Adjutant (Siebert)
🗡️Feyran
🖌️Hwei
🌹 Hythlodaeus
🌒God of Lies
😺Mazen
🐲WoL!Sanson
📺 Teivort
💞Thancred
//yes i DO have too many muses.
[Fusses with them for a bit, figuring out where to best place them on his dumb broken throne that he doesn't even like]
[Fusses with them for a bit, figuring out where to best place them on his dumb broken throne that he doesn't even like]
Still no followers of his own, among the souls there. Just Cyric's leftovers, and they all hate him.
So he leaves.
Interacting with mortals in his true form is dangerous to them, and being outside his realm as himself is dangerous to /him./
Lots >>
Still no followers of his own, among the souls there. Just Cyric's leftovers, and they all hate him.
So he leaves.
Interacting with mortals in his true form is dangerous to them, and being outside his realm as himself is dangerous to /him./
Lots >>
Hm...
[He sits back a little on his throne, tapping his chin]
Blood. Keep it simple.
...
Or...shiny things.
Hm...
[He sits back a little on his throne, tapping his chin]
Blood. Keep it simple.
...
Or...shiny things.
But you'll be happy with Yondolla, and the rest of your family.
But you'll be happy with Yondolla, and the rest of your family.