#Yunneth: Dark Scion of Sacrifice; Speaker for the Dead

[fatesxedda]

@grotesque-contamination​

Mercy doesn’t seem to be something that is common these days...assuming it even exists at all now. But despite coming to terms with the phrase “Might makes right” and how brutal and bleak things have become, Yunneth feels that some acts of mercy can be found...if one is willing to dig through the muck that is their entropy ridden moral compass. Not that her moral compass is non-existent. Lets say she is in need of a humane activity in order to keep her from becoming one of the beasts she occasionally judges harshly. And digging up old corpses and bones and giving them a proper burial is such an act she will partake in.

How many died a horrid death? Both in the past and in present times? No one was around to take care of any corpses, to give them their final rites, or to even care that they perished. When the world ends and all who you know die, that is when you are truly dead. To be forgotten, to be eaten by the insects and beasts...it is the way of life but such a concept left a dagger in her heart.

3 shovels, 2 mining picks, some logs and planks to be used as leverage as to move concrete and debris. Well...this place is as good as any to make a graveyard. And from the looks of things, she has already started. A pile of miscellaneous bones, some corpses she had found recently that she laid down in the most reverent way she could...they too would be buried once she was done picking the large piles of debris from long dead corpses and bones.

The sound of a hammer and breaking concrete could be heard. Labored grunts could be heard with the sounds of breaking debris and the sound of the hammer. And when not breaking stone, she would pick up what she could, tossing it away.

Was there a point? Perhaps not. No. But it’s always bothered Yunneth. The death, the thought of the people who the bones once were or those who survived long enough to receive a glorious or brutal end in the fight against those not of her blood. The dead deserve mercy too. Woe be to any who disturb this act of kindness.

[fatesxedda]

blxeflames‌:

                Rin laughed at her joke, he wouldn’t tell anyone, her powers told him that she…probably wouldn’t be received well if he told her secret to anyone else, but he wouldn’t break her trust like that, she was his friend and he’d take this to his grave.

“Oh dear…I’ll definitely keep it secret now~”

He watches the colored orbs float around and he looked up at the orbs as they floated above his head, still a little bit like an awestruck child. His tail moved, flickering a little in an inquisitive manner and he smiles, it was really cool that she could do this and unique.

She would have them spin around before having them clump together into one large orb over his head, shimmering and glowing and shifting into different colors. Like a bubble, it would pop, sparkles now falling down around him with a sweet scent now around him; a scent of chocolate and baked goods. Very basic illusion magic.

“Your very smile made it explode! As a thank you for keeping your smile despite this confusing time, the orb has gifted you with many stars and a comforting scent!”

She would say, talking almost like she was putting on a show. If life was sweeter and more fair...perhaps she would never have picked up the sword. Maybe her magic wouldn’t be used for death? Maybe she could have been a performer instead? Ah, how she wishes life would have put her on that path. But...this is a nice break...if anything.”

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@freedxm-fighters​

“HAH!”

It was a supply run day it seems. Yunneth was doing what manual labor she could by clearing debris out of the way be it in their path or in the way of a place that could harbor supplies. She didn’t want to admit it but extra hands would make this easier but...she’d rather not trouble the younger. She’ll be fine. Before she knew it, the bandage that hid her brand had fallen off, finally wearing down enough to the point that she couldn’t continue wearing it. A huff would pass her lips, an annoyed click of her tongue following. Well...at least no one here is Crysentian...

“How are you holding up? Are you alright?”

She would ask her companion while trying to clear a path to a door to a building that seems to have been barricaded for awhile.

[fatesxedda]

“I’ve been gone for so long...my body is aching. I feel like I have been eaten by demons for the last few months...how unpleasant.”

“Giggity~”

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summermiko‌:

“I think Yunneth is more of a "leg” person if you ask me.“

“I am a nothing person! My libido is in check and sexual interests are zero! Do not make such assumptions!”

Yunneth, baby...that’s repression. (Getting a bit defensive there, aren’t we?)

[fatesxedda]

“Bacon in milkshakes in an abomination and who ever came up with that should be ashamed and arrested.”

[fatesxedda]

Requiem for the Fallen

@freedxm-fighters​

As usual, Yunneth made it a point to find places with unusual spectral activity. Many don’t know this but with how many people die over the years be it by natural causes or accidents, not all pass on in an eternal slumber or move onto their next life. Many linger with regrets, fear, anger...or just outright stubborn determination that if they remain long enough they can cheat Death’s verdict. But such a thing is both in vain and foolish as those who linger merely turn into demons, seeking to take out their rage and pain on the living.

Spirit Charming is a dangerous power...but a power that those with a connection with the dead utilize the best. Calming or enraging the dead, allowing them to find peace with songs alone. A power seen as godly to her people; a power of a saint or the power of a death god depending on who you ask but it has positive and negative connotations; connotations Yunneth cares nothing for. She is neither god nor reaper. She merely wants to help the fallen souls relinquish their hatred and fear.

Like some sort of siren, Yunneth would sing and lure the spirits toward her. A line of spirits now behind her. A sad, somber requiem would sound as she sang. A song that sounds beautiful but almost inhuman as it would reverberate through the air like an echo. To those around would this find this song calming as well? Or utterly haunting? She cares not for the living. The dead are her priority for now.

[fatesxedda]

“Look who has awoken from her long slumber...”

“Hmm.”

“My lady, for someone who abhors sleep, you have been asleep for awhile.”

“Some of us have been sleeping as well, you know...”

“I want to go back to sleep...”

[fatesxedda]

So I made a Picrew of the Sinclair siblings. The images are big af so it’s under cut here!

[fatesxedda]

@thehandworld​

Continued from here

If this were anyone else? Yunneth would give a warning before fighting back like a cornered hound if they didn’t listen to her. But it was taking everything in her not to do the same to Ren despite her survival instincts telling her to get away. She felt his breath on her neck as it seemed as if he was contemplating on sinking his fangs into her. She had to wonder...would her blood affect him in anyway? She isn’t “normal” by any means but a human is still a human...right? Or is she so far removed that it doesn’t matter? It scared her a little but...this isn’t about her. It’s about Ren. She has never seen such hunger in his eyes. She wouldn’t say she’s scared. Any fear Yunneth had for her own well being died long, long ago. It was more...the unknown aspect of what will happen next that left her on edge.

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she would place her hand on the back of his head.

“...If you need my blood...then take it. I know you wouldn’t kill me. If it will help you then drink.”

She was almost inching him closer to her neck. If it is him? Yunneth didn’t mind if he drank from her. As long as the hideousness that hides in these veins don’t harm him in the end...then she has no objections if it means Ren can feel better.

[fatesxedda]

So I played around with Yunneth’s design today. I’m tempted to keep her hair down from now on with the occasional hair style here and there. Also bats. She loves bats.

Her friends probably bought some bat themed stuff for her birthday.

I’m in a Yunneth mood so expect some Yunneth centric stuff today!

[fatesxedda]

Curse of Descendants

@thehandworld​

“Something dark slumbers in my blood...” Those are words Yunneth has uttered time and again.The mark on her hand shows as much. But for 18 years...she has managed to live as a MOSTLY human girl with unnatural powers. But...in the back of her mind, she knew...this may not last. She isn’t like the vampires of this land. It isn’t like how bearing children with a human makes the vampire less powerful. That blood slumbers like a dog until it finally begins to turn you from the inside out. It doesn’t help that ingesting blood or extreme emotions can trigger it. And it doesn’t help that she knows there is a possibility she may lose her humanity as a result. As far as she knows? This is her final night of life before she, Yunneth Sinclair, ceases existence and is taken over just because her body couldn’t handle it.

She could feel it. Yunneth hasn’t been acting right, from spacing out to feeling sick to the point she stays in bed most days. But now? Thirst. She wants to die as herself...lament how she wasn’t permitted enough time to return to her homeland...to change it for the better. But no. Fate is cruel. And she doesn’t want to cling to the hope that she can keep herself sane.

While writing a goodbye letter, thoughts of her thirst would persist, making it hard to write. Her sword is already on her hip. She was going to take nothing as a corpse needs nothing. All that was left was to write her reasons and disappear into the night. But no matter how hard she tried to get her thoughts in order...it was like something else had to drown concise thoughts into darker thoughts of thirst and murder. At the corner of her eye, she could see the mirror on her wall.

She wasn’t sure if it was due to the symptoms of her turning or if this was real but...her reflection would just stare back at her...grinning at her with visible fangs. Yunneth felt as if she was losing it at this point. 

“You aren’t me...YOU AREN’T ME!”

Picking up a heavy book that was on her desk, she would throw it at the mirror, shattering it with an audible crash. Watching the mirror fall apart, she couldn’t help but cup her face in her hands and bawl. Her mouth hurt, her head hurts, she’s felt thirsty for days judging by the mess of water bottles in her room and has drank to the point she feels sick to her stomach. She doesn’t want to cling to something that can’t be guaranteed. She wants to die as herself... she felt as if she’s eating herself alive... All she can ask herself is “Why me?”

[fatesxedda]

New Years Rain

To say Yunneth is a pluviophile (A lover of rain) is an understatement. The sound of rain calms her down. The sound, the melancholy feeling, the silence that the heavy rain brings aside from the sound of water and winds... It brings about a sense of euphoria. Like precious dopamine finally filling her brain and she could feel somewhat happy when alone. What makes this even better is that it is New Years. Instead of dwelling on anxieties for the year, she could let the sound of the water calm her nerves. Closing her eyes, she could imagine herself walking through a dark forest, feeling the rain hit her, feeling this overwhelming calm... Euphoria. It’s the best word she can describe. Not a sexual euphoria but...an indescribable euphoria that beings her some measure of peace while making her feel good in some way.

Sitting here, listening to the rain...Yunneth almost wishes it could be like this forever...

[fatesxedda]

@deceitful-innocence​

“I know we talked about it before but...if we ever went to visit my homeland, where in the Empire would you like to visit? We have both green and volcanic valleys, high plateaus, swamps, deserts, among other areas.”

“The Valenzia, Terrameid, Lucilexus, and Nautalia provinces are my recommendations if you want to hear any more...”

Perhaps it would help if she grabbed a map...yeah she should grab a map.

[fatesxedda]

“....What am I seeing?”

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👀 - is your muse prone to jealousy? (for Yun, ignore if you've already answered, I'm late to the party as always xd)

@waiting-in-the-wings

(Sorry this is so late!)

Sometimes. It depends on what it is. If it's something stupid like candy, not really. But if we are talking if she is in a relationship with someone but they give someone else way more attention? Yeah, she'll become jealous but she won't say anything about it because she keeps her feelings bottled up.