#annora

[amphoraeus]

Unwittingly journeying into the land of Apocrypha, the realm of Oblivion belonging to the Daedric Prince Hermeus Mora and his monsters.

[memorystormsanctuary]

KH OC Week 2024~

Day 1: Introductions

Back again for another @khoc-week and as always so excited to see what everyone does. This week, I will be introducing and showing off Annora! Annora is my official keykid oc, who for the most part takes the role of the player. But things don’t completely go to plan, and as the week goes on her story will stray from the original players story.

For basic information, Annora is a member of Unicornis. She’s stubborn, strong willed, and filled with sass. Above all else she values honesty, making it a goal to never lie. Her favorite past time is photography, though her party members will often tell you she can get a little stalkerish with the camera. She fights fiercely to protect her friends and does everything in her power to fight the up coming war. Though there’s only so much one person can do.

[dt75artblog]

i think baldur's gate 3 should let you hatch the owlbear egg :)

[tiamatscalybond]

having a terrible time. i had to draw annora about it

[ratboyred]

flirting at the function feat. neriym (he/they) and @bird-with-pen's annora (they/them)

[pleinsdemuses]

Open starter:

Annora’s voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes a mix of disbelief and anger. "How—how can you even say such things," she whispered, the words catching in her throat, "on an evening you are meant to choose another as your bride?"

Her gaze fell to the floor, and she clenched her hands to still their shaking. She could feel her heart pounding as she fought the urge to step away.

[goatedgreen]

Annora in cybercore outfit :) been a bit obsessed with this aesthetic lately but wont wear it myself... so i draw my ocs in it to scratch that itch

[skelewins]

[deeannora]

Tuhan...

Tolong jangan jadikan apapun permasalahan yang aku rasakan dan aku pikirkan ini menjadi penyakit fisik yang semakin melemahkan ragaku...

Aku masih memiliki tanggungjawab untuk membesarkan amanahmu yang engkau titipkan kepadaku sampai mereka bisa bertanggung jawab terhadap dirinya sendiri kelak...

Tolong Kuatkan aku dalam segala kondisi dan jika aku merasa ingin menyerah dan tidak mampu untuk mengatasinya, Tolong Peluk aku sejenak agar aku mampu untuk berdiri kembali...

Mampukan aku dalam mengatasi segala permasalahan ini, mampukan tubuhku untuk tidak goyah dan tetap kuat...

_Annora, 20092024_

[ieatbladesofgrass]

Here's Fugi and Annora, @beuhakkaka 's awesome characters!!! Can't wait to see more of them :D

[tiamatscalybond]

theyre. friends :)

belated artfight post of @tiamatscalybond 's annora and @dragontamer75 's hulderic :)

[amphoraeus]

Unearthing the mystery of why this Dunmer is wanted across the lands of Solstheim and Windhelm.

[memorystormsanctuary]

KHOC Week 2024

Day 4~ Dreams

Today's prompt for @khoc-week is Dreams. The first note I made to myself is one that still holds true, and that is Annora avoids the realm of dreams. After all she's been through she struggles to find dreams to be peaceful, especially following the possession at the end of union cross. And without Chirithy around, her dreams easily turn to nightmares.

And in a less literal sense, she can't really picture a future she wants. It's all wound up and confusing. All she knows is she doesn't want anyone to suffer like she and her friends did.

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It was cold. So cold it was starting to burn in her arms and fingers. She couldn’t feel where she gripped onto her keyblade. Was it her keyblade anymore? Or was it his? The one he had pointed at her. She wasn’t angry at him. She knew that though the cold was making it hard to think. It was her keyblade. She was still fighting him. And her. Her friends. And their friends too. She could see their faces, through the darkness that smoked in front of her eyes. Flashes of color so she knew. The silver stars. The red scarf. The feather. She could see it.

It was cold. She didn’t feel the strike that pushed her back. She couldn’t breathe, the crowding darkness freezing her lungs as she stumbled back. The last thing she could see was the look on his face, the sadness and resolve. The pain.

Then it was just darkness, shadows rushing around her. Flashes of all the things she wanted to forget. The sounds of the war. The thunder and rain. Her friends and all the blood. The hearts filling the sky as she sat back and did nothing. She could do nothing. All she could do was watch their pain. Play a role that she didn’t want. Change nothing. Change nothing.

Annora awoke with a start, gasping for breath as she gripped her sheets. The darkness that greeted her didn’t comfort her. Her heartrate jumped even more, pounding against her chest with a force that she thought might break her ribcage.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light streaming through her window, she slowly managed to bring herself back to the moment. To her home in the new city. In Scala as Caelum. His city. She ushed herself up, first to sit with her legs over the side of the bed and then to her feet as she crossed to the balcony.

There was more light outside. With all the stars filling the sky and the city lights beneath her. She could see plenty of the city, though not all of it. From here, it almost looked like Daybreak Town. She could convince herself she wasn’t in a new city. That all her nightmares were just that. That the war had never happened and she would be able to meet with her party in the morning. That they would be able to talk and laugh and it would all be the same. They could dream of a future together.

“Chirithy?” Annora said softly, the words echoing into the air. There was no answer. There never was. She sighed, looking back over the city. It was beautiful. At least it looked it. With no way to seem the shadows that filled the world.

Calling for her Chirithy had become habit, from the moment she had regained her bearings and remembered Chirithy. This all seemed so much like a dream it was all she could do. It would only be right for a Chirithy to be here. At least one. Something to protect the dreams that made this place. A world built on dreams with no protectors was bound to turn into a nightmare.

Many days had been spent once, dreaming of the future with the Dandelions. They had all had so many ideas for the world they would rebuild. Ephemer and Brain had debated for hours about the best way to do things. And Annora had gladly listened then. Though she often had pulled them back down to reality, forcing them to take things more seriously. Great minds like theirs always ran wild.

It never came close to this. To the societies that might as well have been unions. They were at each others throats just the same. To the obsession with a book a prophecy that was yet to come. They had dreamed and dreamed and dreamed. And all that they saw was history bound to repeat.

Annora gripped the balcony railing, leaning forward. It all looked the same. Her dreams once again turning to nightmares even in her waking moments. There was the same choice she had been offered before.

There were dreams to protect, and no Chirithy’s to protect them any more.

She couldn’t protect her own dreams.

Maybe she could protect the dreams of others.

She could go off script for a moment.

[dt75artblog]

some artfights for @lizardmagus and @tiamatscalybond... dadwin au...

[tiamatscalybond]

the livius family r like we've got, a blank flank, a criminal, and a fucked up alicorn. friendship is something.

[mishkinis]

practicing disco elysium portrait style with the ROs from coaaf: if by @coeluvr :]