emeraldruid

[emeraldruid]

Lightening the mood was his primary function in the group. Well, along with turning into ferocious animals that tore their enemies limb from limb along their path toward a cure. His preference was getting the pretty elf to laugh. Such a sweet sound.

"No funny business," he warned with a playful lilt. Turning around, he moved his hair over one shoulder so that she could see everything. "Alright. Some funny business as long as you're tasteful about it."

His response makes her laugh, which she thoroughly enjoys being able to do these days, and she smiles at him. He's trying to keep the mood light, and Eve finds herself smirking a little bit and then lifting her hand up to use a finger to make a spinning motion slowly.

❝Turn around,❞ she tells him gently, the order playful and yet firm so that he knows he really did miss a spot and she'd like to help him with it.

After all, they might as well get as clean as possible. Wash away all the blood and the dirt, though she isn't as worried about the dirt. She waits patiently for him to do as he's told, and then she gently starts to use the water to rinse off his back.

[emeraldruid]

@lcftyambiticns sent: you were supposed to be leading us out , not further back in ! ( x )

Mouth twitched in annoyance as the wizard voiced his displeasure. And not for the first time. Given his experience in the wilderness, you'd think Gareth earned some goodwill. Suppose goodwill didn't have much weight in the eyes of the GREAT LORROAKAN. The tiefling was moments away from testing just how great Lorroakan was. He had several methods in mind, each involving varying levels of physical aggression.

"I'm keeping us from wandering around in circles and out of the path of the region's predators. However, if you'd like to risk it alone, I wouldn't complain." Would any of them? "Take great care to avoid the owlbear. Insanely aggressive creatures. Never been known to be very picky regarding their meals."

He did an obvious once-over of his companion. "What would you say? Maybe ten minutes max for an owlbear to gobble you up if you were its meal? More if it shares with the offspring."

[emeraldruid]

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[emeraldruid]

@calamitism sent. we're going around in circles , we are lost . ( from kore )

His correction came without a moment of hesitation. "You are lost." While he may not know exactly where they were, their surroundings were clear to him. Every tree, every bush, different. He knew them all. Well enough to know they'd passed the same ones thrice over.

"I am following your lead, after all. Have yet to hear you ask me for directions." He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe we should try to find a path so you can catch your bearings."

[emeraldruid]

It was Gareth's time spent in cities and adventuring groups that influenced his cleanliness. Such a strict culture around the appearance of not only oneself but one another had rubbed off on him. He never minded being a little dirty, after all, he'd been raised in nature where you couldn't go all that long without getting dirtied up. However, he found a simple pleasure in washing away grime. So he'd kept up the practice.

Seems that a habit of cleanliness could put a person into inviting situations.

He barely got his hand up in time to shield his face from the water. "I was never the best with magic words. Playful action had always been my forte." Though it wasn't like he was without some home training. "Please. Honor my one request."

Eve knows that part of her need to stay at least rinsed off, is her mother's influence even from here. She was Elven royalty before meeting Eve's father and falling desperately in love with him, and regardless of raising her children in the forest in a druid circle, she believed that being the wife of an Archdruid meant staying presentable: and she raised her children thus.

She's pulled out of her thoughts by his smirk, however, and she moves her hand to cup some water and splash him with it. His playfulness is appreciated, especially after having to cut Goblins down not too long ago. It's endearing that he is able to be like this, and she taps his nose with a wet finger.

“I'm afraid, I didn't hear the magic word...”

[emeraldruid]

"This circle is in disarray. Even I had difficulty roaming freely when I first stepped into the grove. We druids aren't commonly so antagonistic to groups in need. I'm concerned that the lack of tieflings in this circle has allowed misconception of our kind to run rampant." Somewhat of an enditement on their missing first druid. He could hardly see why the absence of their Archdruid should cause such a level of disharmony.

Though, he doubted this minstrel would care about druid politics.

"I meant no offense, of course, but I can hardly give a more adequate compliment when all I've heard is your rehearsal," he defended. "Perhaps once your song has been fully written, you'll give me a proper performance? Is there a reason you find yourself unable to complete your song?"

As much as she tries not to let it show, there is relief that hits Alfira as the news is delivered to her. "Oh," Her shoulders sag ever so slightly, and she nods her head gently.

"Thank you," She expresses. "I'm sorry for the caution. It's... hard to roam the grove when it's become so evident that our welcome has gone sour. I don't wish to provoke any further tension." It's why she found herself at this cliffside more often, the longer they stay camped within the grounds.

Her gaze drops low as the tiefling takes a seat on the ground in front of her, her smile softening somewhat.

"I realize you probably meant that as a compliment. I think any other bard would be more offended at being called only 'half-decent'," She manages a to joke before her head shakes. "You're right though. It's not finished yet. It's been... a struggle, to get just right."

[emeraldruid]

❝It's less music and poetry, and more trying not to blow up.❞

#wildskissed: A selective 21+ roleplaying blog, for 'Eve Willowlark' from 𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙳𝚄𝚁'𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝟹. Multi-everything. Enchanted by Pyro (30's, she/her, PST). Triggers may be present.

[emeraldruid]

⚔ the princess bride sentence starters ⚔

“  you  mock  my  pain!  ”  “  life  is  pain.  ” “  he’s  only  mostly  dead.  ” “  i’m on  the  brute  squad.  ” “  you  are  the  brute  squad.  ” “  prepare  to  die.  ” “  we’ll  never  survive.  ” “  nonsense.  you’re  only  saying  that  because  no  one  ever  has.  ” “  who  are  you?  ” “  get  used  to  disappointment.  ” “  you  keep  using  that  word.  i  do  not  think  it  means  what  you  think  it  means.  ” “  i’ll  use  small  words  so  that  you’ll  be  sure  to  understand,  you  warthog  faced  buffoon.  ” “  that  may  be  the  first  time  in  my  life  a  man  dared  insult  me.  ” “  drop.  your.  sword.  ” “  shut  up!!  ”   “  you’ve  made  your  decision  then?  ” “  i  bet  my  life  on  it!  ” “  truly,  you  have  dizzying  intellect.  ” “  you’re  just  stalling  now.  ” “  you  guessed  wrong.  ” “  enough  of  that.  ”  “  surrender.  ” “  you  mean  you  wish  to  surrender  to  me?  very  well,  i  accept.  ” “  i  hate  waiting.  ” “  morons.  ” “  you  are  wonderful.  ” “  you  seem  a  decent  fellow,  i  hate  to  kill   you.  ” “  why  are  you  smiling?  ” “  because  i  know  something  you  don’t  know.  ” “  goodnight.  good  work.  i’ll  most  likely  kill  you  in  the  morning.  ” “  oh,  there’s  something  i  ought  to  tell  you.  ” “  think  it’ll  work?  ” “  it  would  take  miracle.  ” “  hear  this  now —  i  will  always  come  for  you.  ” “  this  is  true  love,  you  think  this  happens  every  day?  ” “  death  cannot  stop  true  love.  ” “  i  died  that  day.  ” “  we  may  as  well  die  here.  ” “  he’s  dead.  he  can’t  talk.  ”   “  as  you  wish.  ”   “  why  didn’t  you  wait  for  me?  ”   “  you  can  die  slowly,  cut  into  a  thousand  pieces.  ” “  you  killed  my  love.  ” “  it’s  possible. i  kill  a  lot  of  people.  ”   “  yes,  you’re  very  smart.  shut  up.  ”   “  you’ve  been  mostly-dead  all  day.  ”  “  inconceivable!!  ”  “  let  me  explain.  ”   “  your vote of confidence is overwhelming.  ” “  what  hideous  sin  have  you  committed  lately?  ” “  will  you  ever  forgive  me?  ” “  there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours.  ”  

[emeraldruid]

Sorrow stabbed at his heart when he noticed the level of warriness in her otherwise pretty smile. Other races could be wary of him due to his heritage but usually calm down when learning of his druidic nature. But for a fellow tiefling to be so uneasy with him because he was a druid was a new displeasure. The actions of this grove would leave a lasting negative impression on this group of refugees.

"Please, relax. I'm not a druid of this circle; you are under no threat of mistreatment from me."

His hand gestured toward her instrument. "Besides, I've always been fond of anyone who could strum a half-decent tune." Dropping down to the ground, he sat cross-legged, leaning back on his palm. "Though your song didn't sound finished. I apologize if I interrupted your process."

She's not quite sure how she failed to notice her new audience of one, but she straightens up in surprise, regardless. Despite the horns on his head, he's not any tiefling that she recognizes ...but the talk of squirrels and particular armor on his form have Alfira concerned for a moment if he's one of the grove's druids.

"It's a good thing that I wasn't playing for them then," She manages some semblance of a grin, although her caution is still evident. "I was just playing for..."

Lihala? No, not when she's so far from completion in her song still...

"...myself, I suppose," She continues on, a slight shrug.

[emeraldruid]

🐝  *  ―  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆.   (  nsfw  !  in  honor  of  sinday,  have  another  random  assortment  of  sexual  sentences  and  actions.  sidenote,  your  muse  =  sender  and  my  muse  =  receiver.  add  *  to  reverse  the  action.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses. )

❛  i can’t stop thinking about you.  ❜ ❛  i’m gonna make you scream my name.  ❜ ❛  you won’t be able to walk straight after i’m done with you.  ❜ ❛  you like it when i talk dirty to you, don’t you ?  ❜ ❛  i’m planning to turn you into a dripping mess.  ❜ ❛  you make me so horny i can’t think straight.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been thinking about bending you over that table and just having my way with you.  ❜ ❛  you’ve been a bad girl / boy, and deserve a punishment.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna come for me later ?  ❜ ❛  i’ve been touching myself to the throught of what you’re gonna do to me.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna be a good girl / boy ?  ❜ ❛  i want you to take control.  ❜ ❛  you didn’t think i’d just let you get away with all this teasing, right ?  ❜ ❛  if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve got a suprise planned for you later.  ❜ ❛  tonight is gonna be all about you.  ❜ ❛  i’m wearing some nice new lingerie for you.  ❜ ❛  do you see how hard / wet you’ve already made me ?  ❜ ❛  your moans are music to my ears.  ❜ ❛  i don’t normally do this, but you bring out this craziness in me.  ❜

[ PALM ] ― your muse palms my muse’s penis / breasts through their clothes. [ NIBBLE ] ― your muse gently nibbles on my muse’s earlobe. [ SEDUCTION ] ― my muse whispers dirty nothings into their ear. [ FRENCH KISS ] ― your muse kisses my muse with tongue. [ WATCH ] ― my muse starts to masturbate in front of your muse. [ CLOTHES OFF ] ― your muse helps my muse undress. [ WALL ] ― your muse pins my muse against the closest wall. [ GRIND ] ― your muse teasingly grinds against my muse. [ SEXTING ] ― my muse sends your muse a dirty text / picture. [ VIBRATION ] ― your muse controls a sextoy my muse has inside of them. [ MASSAGE ] ― my muse gives your my a sensual massage. [ BLINDFOLD ] ― my muse makes your muse wear a blindfold. [ FLASH ] ― my muse ‘accidentally’ flashes your muse. [ SUCK ] ― your muse sucks on a banana / lollipop in front of my muse. [ STRIP ] ― my muse gives your muse a strip tease. [ DANCE ] ― my muse dances seductively for your muse. [ TIES ] ― my muse ties your muse down on the bed. [ SPANKING ] ― your muse spanks my muses’ ass. [ PORN ] ― our muses watch a dirty movie together. [ LAP ] ― my muse sits on your muses’ lap and teases them.

[emeraldruid]

"I don't need to be reminded of our hitchhikers. Each time it's brought up, I feel it swimming just behind my eye." A reminder that he, who is so attuned to the natural world around him, has been invaded by such an unnatural being. Made him need a drink all the more. "Every pained sensation also twists my stomach."

i need a stiff drink.

"I think we all need a drink, especially when we have Ghaik tadpoles inside of our heads.."

She rubbed her temples as she stared into the campfire, then her eyes slowly went to his.

[emeraldruid]

laughter was a glorious song , certainly the simplest way to bring comfort to the nervous druid. no matter how unsettling his fellow tiefling could be on occasion laughter could melt all of that away in near an instant, merriment was a powerful cure indeed. granted, not as potent as a well made healing potion but that was all about the physical.

eyebrows lifted and eyes widened in surprise when she asked him for his assistance. might seem like a small gesture, but he'd always found that allowing anyone to freely fondle around your horns was an act of trust, if nothing else. their gang could use small trust-building exercises now and then. ❝ throw in karlach and we can't go anywhere without a dozen terrified glances, ❞ he joked while going into his own sack in search of water. when he found it, he gave the rag she offered a fair douse.

❝ i might need to . . . adjust you, ❞ he warned. always smart to warn someone before you tugged them around by the horns unless you had a special relationship. sad to say, he didn't think they were there yet.

milky hues glimpse his way , remaining silent as nimble fingers raise to smear at the gore on one of her horns . examining it , she realizes he was in fact not jesting . she hadn't noticed anymore , the stench comforting her in a way . is this what people meant when they said smell could trigger memories ? perhaps , a morbid part of her reveled in it & that that very same part of herself was the one who disregarded such a lack of cleanliness .

her shoulders sag in defeat , acutely aware of how her presence unnerves her companion . the way she stalks about on some starry nights , blade in hand & eyes crazed doing anything but remedying her reputation . she grows sheepish , letting out a soft sigh . ❝ sorry — i must've missed it . ❞

a brow raises in amusement despite herself at his last remark , a chuckle escaping berry stained lips . ❝ hm , it's a good idea but that might prevent us from entering a lot of places though , don't you think ? two tieflings stand out as it is . ❞ she rummages around in her sack for a rag prior to lowering her head , extending the dirtied thing in his direction . ❝ . . . want to help me out here ? ❞

[emeraldruid]

@starlyht LIKED MY STARTER CALL. ( for kyran )

“Must you always be so intense?” A genuine question. While there was a time to be serious or even downright severe, it was the druid's belief that all people needed downtime. A playful side. Given their circumstances they needed each second of joy that could be found.

Few of those moments were present. Each was all too fleeting.

“Are you the sort who can only loosen up when there is alcohol involved? I'm sure that I have something that at least passes for alcohol.”

[emeraldruid]

@darkdevoured LIKED MY STARTER CALL.

“All I did was merely take a peak. Nothing more than a moment of morbid curiosity that needed to be sated.”

With any ounce of luck the woman would fail to question why he even plucked the book off of the shelf of the abandoned room they'd combed through. As the cover clearly betrayed the lustful nature of the pages inside.

“Might I aid you somehow?”

[emeraldruid]

@persnas LIKED MY STARTER CALL.

Being around other Tieflings was most commonly a blessing. Whatever stigma surrounded their shared nature hardly mattered in the presence of one another. It was a breath of fresh air to meet someone who wouldn't immediately have second thoughts about you based merely on how you were born.

Same could not be said with Arabella. At times, she could be quite . . . unsettling. He pretended that wasn't the case. Played any tension off. All the same, it was there.

“Those specks of blood on your horns? I'm hoping you just missed it when you were getting cleaned up instead of leaving it as decoration. Not that I'm judging one way or another; it would be quite the intimidation tactic.”

[emeraldruid]

@dcvium LIKED MY STARTER CALL.

The Tiefling had been caught indulging in one of his oddest quirks - venting to the trees about whatever ailed him. It shouldn't be weird to consider the possibility that a druid would speak to the wild about things. However, he supposed the imagery of holding a conversation with an animal was more palatable than doing so with a cedar or an oak. To be honest, he too would rather converse with an animal for they spoke back.

But all he could find were squirrels who had more a tendency to interrupt your story versus allowing one to prattle on too long. And he already had enough travel mates that were willing to interrupt someone when they spoke.

“I'd appreciate you not juding me too harshly right now.”

“Especially given that you're interrupting a private conversation right now.” Figuring that this necessitated some sort of explanation, he continued. “Trees are fantastic listeners; you can lay all your qualms on them, and they stand as your resolute supporters. Sure, it's a one-way sorta dynamic. But there is little harm in sharing secrets with them; they share with one another through their roots but won't breathe a word to more verbal beings.”

[emeraldruid]

@calamitism LIKED MY STARTER CALL

Critters running amok through the brush or the birds flitting through tree branches had always been enough to lull him into a calm. When he was a child, he would stop just to listen to the noises of the wilds around him. Those were times when his problems were small like an ant. His troubles, at the moment, surmounted anything he'd gotten mixed up in before.

So the sound of the animals wasn't enough to make him stop and listen. However, he had taken a moment to witness the minstrel's song. Experiencing a calm he hadn't felt since this arduous adventure had begun.

“Too bad your critics weren't present for that performance,” Gareth commented when her playing came to an end. “Those squirrels from before would be forced to change their tune. If you didn't know, they didn't quite enjoy it when you were practicing before.”