#Think shadowheart's “wits and blades always sharp”

[mactiir]

forget online personality tests, what would your character select soundbites be if you were a character in a CRPG

[sharransepulchre]

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[ sharran shadowheart visage ] — can't afford any mistakes .

[ selûnite shadowheart visage ] — whatever's next ; i'm ready .

[ sharran shadowheart attire ] — being someone else ; even just for a while .

[ selûnite shadowheart attire ] — shame - the colour might have suited me .

[ sharran shadowheart interactions ] — darkness guide me .

[ selûnite shadowheart interactions ] — wits and blades ; always sharp .

[ faithless shadowheart interactions ] — a new church shall rise ; united , in your image , and blessed with the blood of the faithless .

[ sharran shadowheart answers ] — have to keep focused. can't afford to get attached - to anyone .

[ selûnite shadowheart answers ] — always a pleasure .

[ faithless shadowheart answers ] — which path calls to you - darkness or light ?

[ shadowheart aesthetics ] — better stop gazing at myself before someone accuses me of vanity .

[ selûnite shadowheart headcanons ] — i think i may have overdone it with the black and purple for - oh - my entire life .

[ shadowheart character study ] — i wonder how i'll feel when i remember everything .

[ selûnite shadowheart attractions ] — yes ; you sit right there and let me drink in the sight of you .

[ faithless shadowheart attractions ] — your heart swells with shadow and silver alike , and the undying love of countless followers . at last , you are whole .

[ shadowheart desires ] — i love a nice secret hideaway .

[ shadowheart skillsets ] — you must inflict pain in order to end pain .

[ shadowheart scenery ] — nothing wrong with a nice subdued ambience .

[ shadowheart playlist ] — the one pocket of light in the gloom .

[ shadowheart games ] — hilarious. you belong on stage - perhaps the bloodstained sort ; with a hooded man standing by ; axe in hand .

[ shadowheart poetry ] — that ' s either profoundly poetic or childishly simple . i ' m going with poetic .

[ sharran shadowheart body study ] — its a form of freedom - if a tragic one .

[ selûnite shadowheart body study ] — forty years of my life ; documented like i was some sort of specimen .

[ ship : shadowlach ] — you ' re a beautiful woman , karlach . i would kiss you if i valued my life a little less .

[ lycanthropy : moon drunk . ]

[ lycanthropy : moon blessed . ]

[point-maitimo]

« Wits and blades, always sharp. »

Commissioned portrait of the gorgeous Dark Justiciar. I think Shadowheart is great either way, but I like how her personality comes out when she refuses to worship Shar.

[sharransepulchre]

Her mind did wander as she lie there, thinking of everything. Recounting their memories, lying here in their home, one they built with love, from dedication. It was clear that Katya had been taking care of their animals in her absence, and that thought alone did warm her heart. She thought of how it all began - Katya's cold, unfeeling sarcastic self, snapping at any chance she got and drunk nonstop. Seeing her sober back then was a miracle. Was she still rather heavy with her drinking? Of course she was. The Selûnite didn't tell her what or what not to do, Katya was her own woman.

There was something so special about their bond, though. Bound to one another, mating in every phase of the moon, bound by love, by blood. Shadowheart wondered if she was one of Katya's pack or not. She had met them on only a few occasions before - a show of great trust. They had both come such a long way, and she lingered on that thought.

Even still, she felt sick when the massive wolf pushed into the house, coming in from the chill of the outside, and approached her. She didn't have the heart to push her away. If anything, Shadowheart immediately accepted her appearance, curling into the massive beast, her fingers lacing into thick, cold fur. She could smell the outdoors on her - a clear sign that she had spent the last four days outside, just as she had, watching. Guarding.

Shadowheart turns over onto her back as her lover lays over her, before she turns again to face the massive wolf nuzzling into her body. Something she used to be so afraid of - but now, she couldn't live her life without. She buries her face into Katya's throat, burying her nose in her frosty fur, fingers tangling further in to clutch her closer. A shaky breath escapes her lips, and she draws in deep inhales of her scent. Nuzzling, against her throat, her jaw, ensuring that Katya smells of her again, as subtle as it is.

❝ katya . ❞ She starts, shaky, hesitant. A slender hand squeezes the fur in her palm. ❝ i tried to commune with the moonmaiden . ❞ She draws in a breath, the words hanging on the tip of her tongue, held tightly and not wanting to fall with the same ease as before. But it needed to be said.

❝ she hasn ' t answered . i was given nothing . i wanted to know why - why this was her answer to my prayers before . i see now that my sarcastic calls to her before regarding you were selfish . they were selfish , and they have led to this . i may get upset - but i shouldn ' t have expected you not to . this relationship needs to be two ways , and i have been so selfish lately . ❞ It was hard to admit. Seeing the error of her ways wasn't something she had been particularly good at. It had taken a lot of work to get to where she was now, from her old self as a Sharran - but she recognized that Katya had grown, too. Even if the woman would vehemently reject that idea.

She pulls her face back, sliding her hands up to the massive wolf's head, and she presses their foreheads together, finger lost in the scruff of her black fur.

❝ please forgive me for my transgressions . i could never have guessed that i would ever end up . . . pregnant . as terrified as i am , i can ' t get rid of this . i can ' t stop this . and if you cannot accept it , then . . . i respect your decision , if you choose to leave . i love you -- and i will not trap you here , force you to stay . if you stay , it will be only of your own volition - it will always be your choice . i will never rob you of that . ❞

Shadowheart was gone for days. She had given herself a lot to think about, and decided that the best way to deal with these turbulent emotions was to spend her nights howling at the moon. It was far too cold to be in her humanoid form, and had taken to rushing through the woods, the mountains, in her full lycanthrope form, allowing her silvered wolf to barrel through the wilderness. Sleeping during the day, and hunting during the long nights. She covered countless miles in this form, seeking out whatever openings and rocky crags she could find to challenge Selûne.

Selûne, the goddess who had cursed her with this affliction, who refused to answer her calls. No matter how many nights she spent howling at the visage of the moonmaiden, demanding responses, begging for guidance, she received nothing at all. Hopeless, weighed down by the reality that this could spell the end of her relationship, the defeated wolf trudged home with her tail between her legs.

Her fur had only kept her so warm, when Shar's nasty, vindictive curse had left her perpetually cold. She padded back to their residence, through the miles she had ventured away to their homestead, tucked into the wilderness a good bit away from any passing society. She might have fled off in anger, anguish, but she followed the scent home. Back to the partner that she was dreading to see again.

The Selûnite was shivering as she reached the door, shifting back into her humanoid form, icy fingers grasping the handle of the door, pulling it open quietly. An attempt to be as silent as possible - in hopes that Katya wouldn't hear her. Maybe she wasn't here. She could smell her lover - a scent that lingered in the air, brought her so much comfort before. Now, she only dreads it. She makes a b-line for the bedroom, pulling a robe free, to finally pull it over her shaky self. Shaky, from being shifted so long, and from the cold wracking her form. She goes through the motions - refilling the food dishes for their pets, getting more water from the pump for them, before she finds herself in front of the fireplace, throwing in the logs - and starting a fire from the charcoal already in it.

❝ ignus . ❞ The priestess mutters a simple fire bolt to the fuel, divine magic dancing off of her fingertips in dazzling sparks. She eases herself onto the rug, shifting down to lay on her side, facing the low blaze to warm herself. Shadowheart was too tired to do anything at the moment but warm up - exhaustion set into her bones, worry heavy in her heart as a hand settles against her stomach. There was no way this could have been a blessing - for all it did was rend them apart. She had to apologize - and accept whatever the consequences of this would bring. Getting rid of this was not an option, no matter how it split them apart.