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@dulcetfanged said: "heaven forbid. we're all entitled to our secrets." for Astarion.
"And here I thought this was supposed to be the time to share our personal stories around the campfire while roasting food and getting to know each other better? Very well then. You keep your secrets and I'll keep mine, darling." The vampire spawn replied with a smile, playing deeper into his facade. Some things were rather best not revealed. And neither would Astarion force them to reveal their secrets if it was their choice not too. His only concern was staying safe and one step ahead...the best he could.
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Closed starter: @dulcetfanged
โ ๐ormally Iโm all for chaos ห but even for me this seems a bit excessive ใ Shall we leave them to their petty squabbling .แฃ โ
#( v ; ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐ // main#dulcetfanged
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@dulcetfanged sent โ " i'm so afraid you're about to say something awful. " for fely'ene.
"no...no." fely'ene assures her, reaching out to pat her arm, gently. "it's..." a small sigh, "i'm not going to kick you out of the camp or anything. i promise." she said, with a small and sincere smile.
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| canโt believe Iโm submitting this for CAZADOR but here we are. youdidthistome
Pink: main bg3 verse
Red: blackblood/true vampire bg3 verse
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"Well, there is a reason I took you under my wing, dear child."
#dulcetfanged#not sorry at all#well a little sorry about how long it took me to answer this lol#but not sorry
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@dulcetfanged liked for a starter from Vaelith
"Something you need?" He'd been meditating, greeting the rising sun with a soft smile. Things were never certain these days, but Vaelith found that the cycle of the sun and moon kept him grounded with their predictability.
#dulcetfanged#meet my archdruid boi#๊งเผบ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ป๐ฎ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ญ๐ผ: ๐ฟ๐ช๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ เผป๊ง
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@dulcetfanged said: "You've done more for me in the past few days than my father's done in my entire life." /// Daddy Issues Sentences,ย Vol.ย 3
She can sense a story incoming--- and an all too familiar one at that. She knows what it's like to have a father who may seem so perfect on the surface, but isn't anywhere near to winning 'the greatest father of all Faerรปn' award. The words hit the elven bard to her core, making her falter a little, before turning towards her with a sad look. "I'm guessing you have issues with your father too? Glad to see I'm not alone, but yet, I wish you didn't have to experience it too. Care to talk about it?"
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[ @dulcetfanged liked for a random starter! ]
โUh, excuse you?? I donโt know who you think you are, but this is important EMPEROR BUSINESS, and I have it completely under control. Okay?โ
Flops backwards against the pillows on his throne, completely unconcerned. โWho even let you in here? Youโre interrupting.โ
#dulcetfanged#v: You Threw Off my Groove! [ Pre-Movie ]#thank you for liking for a starter!#hope this is okay#hiiii!#โโ ๐๐พ๐พ๐พ ๐๐ท๐พ'๐ ๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ๐ธ๐? โโ ๐ [ open starter ]#โโ ๐ท๐ด๐. ๐ธ'๐ผ ๐ณ๐๐ด๐ฐ๐ผ๐! โโ ๐[ ic ]#โโ ๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐ฒ๐ท๐! โโ ๐ [closed ]
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@dulcetfanged asked
"I have fangs and I'm not afraid to use them."
"Then use them..." Jaez said sweetly, hovering close to Meladi as he bore his neck to her. He smelt of rich, red wine and decadent, dark chocolate, a glint of mischief in his mismatched eyes.
"Don't be afraid, my lovely, you can't hurt me. Drink as much as you'd like, every last drop if you please... I'll bounce right back. I promise."
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@dulcetfanged ... continued.
Rain does not mean to be so power hungry, but it is simply the way she was raised. She has never met a vampire before this, at least, not a vampire that she knew was one. Not one she could ask to change her.
The rejection was expected, but that doesn't make it any less disappointing.
She sighs, and tilts her head. "Are you actually unable to do it? Or do you just have a moral objection?"
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Dusk glided over the rooftops and cast tenebrous shadows over the city of Baldurโs Gate. The night, though young and timid, gradually became more ubiquitous and undiluted, the last light dissipating behind the mountains and city walls. It promised to be just another, ordinary night. The constellations flickered in the heavens overhead and the streets and alleyways grew quieter, until there wasnโt a living soul about to disrupt the nocturnal stillness. Except maybe the boisterous chatter of inebriated patrons that was carried on the current of the wind.
When the bells struck the third hour, a male high-elf, clad in a lavish attire and a violin strapped to his back, exited the backdoor of one of the taverns; four other bards filed out of the door after him, and the last one closed it. They had performed for the majority of the evening, entertaining the patrons with their musical oeuvre, and were now homebound. After uttering words of goodbye, they each went their separate ways and vanished into the night. The high-elf set off alone, heading back up, climbing the steep streets toward the centre of Baldurโs Gate, to his apartment. Still invigorated by their, and his own, performances tonight, he picked up his pace and turned around a corner. Unfortunately, heโd barely glimpsed down the alleyway when he witnessed a rather brutal transaction; several brawny thugs, a slender, hooded figure, presumably the one in charge, and a victim stammering, begging for mercy, forced down on their knees with a dagger held to their throat. And, to his horror and dismay, they didnโt grant the victim mercy and...
โHe didnโt get the opportunity โ thank the gods โ to discover how, exactly, the stranger would meet their demise, because the hooded figure noticed him โ the unwanted witness to their crime โ gawking, and shouted something unintelligible at him. Luranโs sapphire blue eyes darted up at them, unable to discern any distinct or recognisable features. He had no clue why he even deemed himself capable of recognising someone, anyone, who was well-obscured and veiled in darkness, but he was a bard; he encountered countless of people, all sorts of people, every single day, and perhaps, they had met before... While his heart started to pound aggressively in his chest, adrenaline rushing through his veins, the leader issued another order and the victimโs perished husk was flung, unceremoniously, to the cobblestone street. The thugs now headed for him.
Every fibre in his being told him to explain his intentions, to reassure them that he wouldnโt breathe a single word of this villainy to the Flaming Fist, but a voice in the back of his head screamed: run! And so, he did. What in the hells made him think those barbarians would spare him, while they so zealously cut anotherโs throat?
Luran careened back down the street heโd come from, knowing up would encumber and exhaust him โ heโd be an easy prey for the hounds chasing him. He took a left, another left, a right, and left again, clambered, with some difficulty, over a low wall, jumped several crates, and eventually approached a junction โ straight, left, and right. The hurried footfalls of his pursuers still reverberated in his pointy ears, just like his own and his accelerated heartbeat. Those thugs, despite their gargantuan size, were fast, well-trained โ probably knew these lesser districts like the back of their hand...
He chose to take a right and in so doing, almost crashed into a young woman โ elf, human, he couldnโt quite determine in his haste. A breathless apology ensued the near-collision, prior to continuing his flight, only to come to the awful realisation that this alleyway was a dead end. Trapped. Perspiration beaded his forehead, his body ached under the exertion, and he was gasping for air like a fish suffocating on the docks. Now what? In a clarity of mind, he pivoted around to the stranger and trotted back, knowing damn well it was too late to escape via an alternative alleyway โ the sound of feet was upon him and his only way out was to stay right here.
โIf they ask, tell them I went that way,โ he panted, gesturing in the opposite direction. โPlease,โ Luran added desperately.
He didnโt wait around to receive a confirmation and hid in a recess, praying to the gods he didnโt believe in, that the criminals would take the bait and leave him alone.
#dulcetfanged#luran sageshadow // all the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players#v.| baldur's gate 3#ooc: lemme know if this doesn't work and I'll change it / toss something else your way!#a little pre-being snatched by the mind flayers starter (maybe they are about to be abducted who knows)#(or they could get into some other shenanigans)#I'm so sorry for this novel asdfghjkl
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โค๏ธ maybe?? if there be more development?
Send 'โค๏ธโ' if you'd be interested in discussing a potential ship between our muses!
I'm open to it, yes! I like the vibe they've got going so far.
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@dulcetfanged continued from HERE!
Synnove listened quietly, giving her a empathetic look before nodding, realizing it was her turn. The elven bard sat down, pulling out her lyre and strumming a small tune. It was a habit she did when even thinking about her own father. It was something that helped calm the raging storm within. "My father is a magistrate in Baldur's Gate, and he has a habit of not letting me forget it. I don't think anything I ever do will make him happy or see me as something more. He doesn't even think of me as a daughter... only as a transaction---a burden--- to sell off to a noble lord in an arranged marriage."
A harsh tune sounded from the lyre and she stopped, trying to put a smile back on her face to hide the pain. "I'm guessing from your story that vampire's aren't so welcoming towards their own children?" She wouldn't know. This was her first time being around vampires...as far as she knew.
#dulcetfanged#๐๐๐๐ โซ Synnove Willowlight#VERSE ;; The Sun's Gift (Bg3)#โจ ๐๐๐๐๐ || Our destiny is in the stars โจ
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"A creature of the darkness approaching the embodiment of light. Interesting..." She muses, scanning the vampire with a narrow stare. Her powerful stance, as though she is proving her fortitude, establishes her distrust in the woman before her. "... You're quite bold. That, or you're foolish."
#โโโโง โบ โบ ยฐ replied;#dulcetfanged#โโโโง โบ โบ ใยฐ Sorry Palutena is being mean right now!! lol#โโโโง โบ โบ ใยฐ she's just a little cautious
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Kingdom Hearts!
// Thanks newcomer! C:
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Astarion better open a perfumery because you need something to cover that STANK.
".....What your uncultured palette is most likely smelling is a traditional incense from Kozakura. It is a very rare and rather priceless blend, containing the dried blood of a Lung Wang. I would not except someone of such low-born stock to appreciate such finer things in life."
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@dulcetfanged sent: Theyโre a 10 but they change clothes seven times a day, holding up travel.
โข ย ย ย โ ย ย ย ย sendย ย [ THEYโRE A 10 BUT โฆ ]ย and finish it in my museโs inbox.
" WELL someone in this group has to be well dressed! It isn't my fault that some people think it's acceptable to walk around in clothes covered in dirt and goblin blood. "
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