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made a delightful web of a family tree involving sigrid, my ocs over on @seacalled, and @deathswcrn's kids

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He snorted. "You've mentioned once or twice that you tolerate my presence." Matching her stride, he draped an arm around her shoulder and gave her a squeeze. She'd told him before what the start of the Kherni festival did to her head. And he got it, to a point - as the head of his hold, he'd stepped back from cutting loose with his people during their own festivals, no matter how much he wanted to drink and fuck himself into a happily exhausted stupor. It was the price of power, the bargain people like them accepted in exchange for the privilege of making the choices for everyone else. But he'd taken on that role willingly, had fought for it even before he and his family were cursed, and he'd never had to absent himself entirely from the festivities. Breina, sweet Breina who was so much younger than her true age, was turned out like a dog at supper, and from what he'd gathered her choice had been no real choice at all. It was a sacrifice for her, not a trade, and she'd lost far more than she had gained.

He squeezed her shoulders and ruffled her thick mane of curls before adjusting his pack on his shoulder and striding ahead, turning to face her and walking backwards with a wolfish grin. "Speaking of clerics, who was that pretty redhead? Her eyes got as big as dinner plates when she bumped into me. And not because she was afraid, don't try to tell me that, I know the difference." He would, at some point, need to venture briefly back to the village to feed - a delicate prospect, given his history with the people of Khernheym, but needs must; it was eat or starve, and he was remarkably skilled at tracking down the oddballs who wanted to feel what a vampire's bite was like - usually along with a vampire's dick. Two birds, one very sexy stone, or something like that.

"Oh, no, I just thought you might prefer to keep seducin' pants off of clerics until I got back," she shrugged, accepting the bag with a look on her face of surprise and anticipation. The contents soothed the look into genuine humbleness. "-wait, this is real ice whisky, I haven't seen this shit outside what used to be Ísvoldur in decades, those traders don't come this way. And this is from the west coast of Karimghat -" and then she reached the bottom, and had to throw her head back and laugh a full-bellied laugh.

"- and you brought fireworks." She secured everything back inside and threw her arm fondly around his neck, leaning against him with a grin plastered across her face. "Have I ever mentioned I love it when you visit?" After scrubbing the top of his bald head with her knuckles affectionately, she led him outside the temple, away from the sound of revelry picking up from the nation camping grounds just north of the bay. Whilst Breina loved the annual holiday the solstice blackness brought to her, she always felt a pang of jealousy at sunset.

She didn't want to leave. She wanted to throw off her responsibility and run back into the campgrounds, to find the stalls of food and drink vendors to lose herself outside, to watch the plays put on by roving gangs of storytellers, to dance by the bonfires and be not the Goddess averting her eyes to allow them a chance to redeem themselves without hope of godly reward, but one of the people. One of the Kherni.

Instead, she found the path cut by the sleds that took her up to the peaks of Shnelkubbarg, the currently dormant volcano on the slopes of which she took shelter. "Dogs went up to take most of our supplies yesterday," she explained. "But I've always hiked up. Clears my head. It's not a hard walk, but you should watch your step with the weather and..." she gestured the dark sky, which was, on the horizon, beginning to light up pink and green where the sunset did not blot out the aurora.

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i'm likely gonna miss sinday tomorrow because i'm travelling to scotland and back tomorrow so:

breina once mentally failed to realise someone's hair colour until she had them naked and could see their pubic hair, at which point, she said out loud "oh! you're a redhead". he shaved his head but otherwise grew facial hair and had like. eyebrows. it wasn't a secret he was ginger.

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Isolfr snorted. "You have to know she's not going to let you go on your own anymore than you'll let her." Gods, he wished this storm would end. At least it sounded like it was maybe, possibly, hopefully starting to die down. A little. "Besides that, the reason I want her going is that I want her to keep a low profile. You're..." He paused, searching for a diplomatic phrasing. "A little conspicuous."

But there was more to it. He had no doubt that Sigrid could take on the Templars and win; she'd spent two-thirds of her life hiding her magic, learned to fight without it. She was a hell of a shot, and if it came to close quarters she was wicked with a knife. But Tore's magic had always been cherished, from the moment it first showed itself. He had never had to hide what he was. Isolfr wasn't entirely sure that he could, anymore than he himself could pretend to be other than he was, and even if he could, could he fight without magic if the Templars did whatever they did to steal mages' power? He made a show of knowing fuckall about magic because Tore's face when he did was consistently hilarious, but he'd picked up enough to know that the Chantry's soldiers were feared by mages throughout Thedas for good reason.

"Alright. Both of you go, and you watch each other's backs." Not that he needed to tell Tore that. "And you follow her lead. I want to know her take on the situation as much as yours." More, really, but there was no point in needling Tore's pride. It wouldn't even be funny.

"For no other reason than keeping peace with our neighbours, we should have a man there," Tore agreed. But the idea of sending Sigrid twisted his stomach with fear, and he felt Sigyn ripple in response to that fear. It was an unconscious agreement between the two of them, a pact formed in the moment of deliberation where both of them sought to protect Tore's wife, his happiness.

"I will go," replied Tore with a sense of finality to his tone. "If Sigrid does not agree that is, and I believe she won't, with good reason. And if she does agree, I will accompany her as her bodyguard. I am not afraid of the lowlanders and their Chantry." And, with over six foot to his height and a modestly built frame, most would not consider tangling with him regardless. It was easy for Templars to take the frail, the weak and the young, bullies they were. They would think twice before trying to subdue Tore of Skjeggestad. He was no warrior - but none had to know that.

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? i have incurable brainworms about my ocs

is there anything you don’t like to write? i don't have a lot (....any lol) experience writing smut so i'm not super comfortable with the idea but that's a comfort zone i wanna push!

is there anything you really enjoy writing? A N G S T.

how do you come up with headcanons? they haunt my nights like a sleep paralysis demon. also, hyperfixating in tandem with my fiance.

do you write in silence or do you play music? music helps as long as it doesn't have lyrics

do you plan your replies or wing them? depends on the thread!

do you enjoy shipping? i do but im PICKY and i think all of my ocs have some sort of shipping-related fatal flaw (e.g. sigrid is single-ship, isolfr is open but married, etc.)

what’s your alias/name? dany!

age? 32

birthday? february 10th

favorite color? BLOO

favorite song? at the moment it's this

last movie you watched? ..............that's a VERY good question

last show you watched? the last kingdom

last song you listened to? ruf der freiheit by dartagnan

favorite food? greggs cheese and onion bake. i miss them. greggs open in the us challenge.

favorite season? autumn!

do you have a tumblr best friend? yes! my fiance @wolfsbarbaren uwu

tagging: YOU. yes, you. do the thing.

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icewolfcaptain → seacalled

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im having A Rough Time and might go on hiatus for a bit

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Yes It Is <3

also isolfr is 5'10" which is a nice respectable height unless he's standing next to tore

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oh to lay on someone’s chest as they read to you

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he thinks it's VERY funny to call tore his little brother btw. and he's right.

also isolfr is 5'10" which is a nice respectable height unless he's standing next to tore

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also isolfr is 5'10" which is a nice respectable height unless he's standing next to tore

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ah yes as my betrothed has just reminded me i should say lmao. gonna be out of town and sans computer for a few days so i proooobably won't be replying to anything for a while

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Today on clownery from my fraternity: I started “pavlov training” this guy from my frat as a joke but now it’s actually working

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Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!