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[demonwebs]

empty words , he knows those well , and yet they bring warmth , a begrudging smile to his face . it seems as though lyrthindor listens , after all , feeding him a sweet lie , rather than the unpleasant truth for once . he's thankful , even if he will not voice it .

but oh , he's going to regret this . he already regrets this . this is so much more fun when the sharran is the one tripping over his own words . ❝ why , you want me to stay interested ? ❞ it's a shallow attempt at turning the tables — he's feeling a little vulnerable , so he nips at the back of his neck with those sharp canines , trying to gain back is flimsy confidence .

despite his best efforts , his cheeks still feel hot . he's relieved he can't see him properly , and he can hide into his nape to avoid further scrutiny . ❝ you know ... ❞ it's like trying to shovel sand with his tongue . ❝ you're ... you're not ... the worst company in the world , lyrthindor . ❞ had he ever used his name before ? it tastes ... strange on his tongue .

"You're right, my apologies. I'll do better to seek you out in our next life." He chuckles a little, knowing the impossibility of his words. He would not have another life, most likely. His life was Shar's to do with as she wished, no matter what.

He wasn't surprised to hear that Vhaal was still hung up on that comment from so long ago. "So, if I tell you you're pretty you won't be interested anymore?" There's a clear teasing to his voice, even more so as he notices Vhaal begin to stumble over his words. Was he flustered?

"I suppose I'll have to hold my tongue then." A soft hum, a satisfied little look on his face knowing he was sure to get a reaction.

"What was that, what can I be?" Oh he sounds so smug.

[mvstra]

"WHY are all my lovers feral animal coded... Vhaal (cat)... Lyrth (rat)... do I own a farm now? Shall I begin a rescue menagerie as my next temple?"

[demonwebs-a]

cont. @deathratled

sing-songy and cloying-sweet , he hums into the shell of his ear : ❝ one of these days you're gonna run out of spells , sharran ... ❞ he's unrelenting , and nothing about his posture signals he's anywhere near close to stop chewing on this particular bone now that he knows he can . ❝ go on , go on , pray then ... ❞ snowy lashes weigh down his sluggish lids , flashing bedroom eyes at the sharran as he cushions his chin atop his shoulder , waiting . ❝ i'll be quiet as a mouse , promise . ❞

[se1unite]

@deathratled hit the 🤍

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. The phrase repeated in Isobel's mind as she regarded the scattered soul before her. "Can I offer you some tea?" There was not much to offer those who were suffering in a place like this, the inn a far cry from the comfort that it once was. "Something… stiffer, perhaps? I'm sure there's wine, about." In fact, she distinctly remembered a group of tiefling children serving the Harpers, last evening. "Or, something else to soothe your nerves?"

[calamitism]

EPIC THE MUSICAL: SENTENCE STARTERS @deathratled sent: ❛ this cruel world doesn't give out presents just for being good. ❜ --For Isobel!

There might have been a time where Isobel had been inclined to agree. Since her revival, she had really come to accept that nothing good remained in her home anymore. All of it had been swallowed up by shadows set forth by her own father long ago

...but a simple glimpse of Aylin across the camp now has Isobel's darkened spirits almost alight again.

"You're a cleric too, right?" Isobel finds herself asking, turning to look back at the man. "I can't say I seek to understand the teachings of your dark lady, but even she wouldn't advise you to turn down a blessing when it strikes you in the face, surely?" She asks him with a slight raise of her brow, a smirk on her slips.

"I think, for the first time in a century perhaps, there are gifts all around us. There's hope."

[silvertiefling]

"This has definitely been…an experience." (Idk what she did but it was, something.)

@deathratled

KATYA IMMEDIATELY STICKS HER TONGUE out at him, despite still being in wolf form. They had been moving too slowly for her preference so she had shifted and tossed him onto her back. At seven feet tall in this form, it was far too easy to do.

Clearly he hadn't appreciated her efficiency as much as he should. Next time she carried him in her mouth like a rag doll.

[alurlssrinbled]

@deathratled spoke: ❛ people can do worse things than kill you ❜

⚔︎ ▍ Unprompted ▍ ♪

" I can imagine. " In a way, death is an easy punishment. One slice of a blade and you're gone without any other consequences to face. Faenethra has taken a few lives in her time, but only when she had no other choice. And if she came across someone truly evil without any possibility of redemption... Maybe she would kill them too. There were worse things that could be done.

And then, she thought about her parents. She always assumed they had died, for why else would they abandon their daughter in an unfamiliar land? But maybe they didn't die. Maybe something worse happened to them... Faenethra didn't want to think about that, so she quickly pushed the thought out of her head and focused on what was in front of her.

The drow crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at the Sharran. " You say that as if you know from experience. Care to explain your point? " she asked in her usual flat, to-the-point manner of speaking.

[silvertiefling]

"NOW YOU'RE JUST BEIN' macabre for the sake of it - the bodies are gone and I get to feed, suck it up princess," she huffs before grinning in a sickeningly sweet fashion.

"Unless you rather I starve and nibble on one of you? I bet you're quite tasty..."

That only has him rolling his eyes. "Even so, there's more ways of disposing of corpses than eating them like some beast. Fire, teleportation, or even using necromancy to have them dispose of themselves." He could keep going really. He's had to dispose of many a body over the years.

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[dvilsdesire-a]

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

It feels like burning:

Everything about you is captivating. You're very intense, and passionate, and some people can't handle that. But no one loves as powerfully as you do, and some people will love that about you. You're easily excited, and tend to feel things very deeply. Your emotions are unpredictable. But you are so so beautiful. More so than you know.

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[demonwebs]

Bites him back for last night. Hard. Since we're acting like animals now--

a loud , pornographic 'AH' tumbles the drow's lips , reverberates shamelessly through ( and likely out of ) his tent as he arches his spine , an underlying hint of pearly mischief twinkling in the red shimmer of his feline eyes .

[mvstra]

MYSTRA'S HEART WENT OUT for him, as it did for anyone that lost a lover or a child. She wasn't sure if he were telling the truth, but the smallest crack in his voice made it seem like he was. She was pretty good at telling the truth from lies at this point, she was a goddess after all.

She offered him a small smile, one that spoke of understanding - though it was genuine, she couldn't help but think that he wasn't truly dealing with or over his loss. After all, speaking of it even now clearly hurt him. Shar was just praying on another lost soul.

"I would appreciate it if you could - but I'm unsure how to pay you back for so much kindness..."

Ah. So maybe a change of pace wasn't fully accurate. More like... an escape from familiarity. Something he could very much relate to, and something he could use to his advantage.

"No, of course not. Most of us have dealt with similar loss. I... lost my wife and daughter to the plague, years ago now, but I've received the help needed to deal with that loss and seek to help others with the same." There's a slight break in his voice, as he speaks, but he continues on like he hadn't noticed it at all.

"I could help you, if you wish?"

[demonwebs-a]

"if anybody asks about today , lie ."

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 .

the gauzy sunlight drapes over the pale expanse of his back in faded strokes of warm orange and honeyed yellow , flickers of warmth drawing shapes through the shadows of leaves across the blank canvas of his skin as he lounges lazily over the sharran , not feeling particularly incentivized to move . for a restless creature , he's really quite lazy in the aftermath of their escapades . even the smothering warmth of the surface doesn't seem to bother him today , he's satisfied with humming , and drawing languid , aimless shapes against lyrthindor's spine with the tip of his fingers . ❝ my , my ... if i didn't know any better i'd think you were embarrassed about being with me , ❞ oh , he knows he is ; for a variety of reasons , probably . most which he assumes aren't personal . most . it doesn't keep him from being a little pouty , though . unlike his dear sharran , vhaal'krin seems to be completely stripped of shame .

❝ and i'm supposed to say what , exactly ? ... we got ambushed by an army of hungry rats who recognized you ? ❞ with that quip , the pale drow unhinges his jaw like a spider about to swallow its prey whole , and bites down hard , sinking his fangs into his buttock with an underlying edge of possession , sure to leave two small puncture wounds behind . ❝ ... what ? i'm trying to make it believable ... ❞

[murderreign]

//Refuses to make eye contact as I set this on the floor--

@deathratled

[calamitism]

@deathratled: ( cont. from here )

Her face falls somewhat at the rather bitter response she gets back from the cleric. "Yes, because you seemed sooo happy already when I found you scurrying as a pack of rats in an abandoned temple," She reminds him, hands on her hips as she stares upwards.

Frankly, the long-abandoned temple seemed like a miserable place, especially with the shadow curse right outside its door. Wasn't there at least... somewhere else he wanted to go?

"I'm not expecting eternal gratitude. Or even for you to stay with any of us," Kore shrugs, arms falling back to her sides while she considers. "Just... I don't know. Surely this is at least better, right?"

Right? She's confused, if not.

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