#dulcetfanged

[starwrittenfates]

@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.

[bloodczar]

Closed starter: @dulcetfanged

❛ 𝐍ormally I’m all for chaos ˏ but even for me this seems a bit excessive 。 Shall we leave them to their petty squabbling .ᐣ ❜

[hopedflightarc]

@dulcetfanged sent — " 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.

[sungiftedbard]

@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, Vol. 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 Faerûn' 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?"

[boombambaby]

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“Uh, excuse you?? I don’t know who you think you are, but this is important EMPEROR BUSINESS, and I have it completely under control. Okay?”

Flops backwards against the pillows on his throne, completely unconcerned. “Who even let you in here? You’re interrupting.”

[hidefire]

@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?"

[vicit-vim-virtus]

Starter for @dulcetfanged

Dusk glided over the rooftops and cast tenebrous shadows over the city of Baldur’s 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 wasn’t 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 Baldur’s Gate, to his apartment. Still invigorated by their, and his own, performances tonight, he picked up his pace and turned around a corner. Unfortunately, he’d 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 didn’t grant the victim mercy and...

—He didn’t get the opportunity — thank the gods — to discover how, exactly, the stranger would meet their demise, because the hooded figure noticed him — the unwanted witness to their crime — gawking, and shouted something unintelligible at him. Luran’s 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 victim’s 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 wouldn’t 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 another’s throat?

Luran careened back down the street he’d come from, knowing up would encumber and exhaust him — he’d 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 — 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 — 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 — elf, human, he couldn’t 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 — the sound of feet was upon him and his only way out was to stay right here.

‘If they ask, tell them I went that way,’ he panted, gesturing in the opposite direction. ‘Please,’ Luran added desperately.

He didn’t wait around to receive a confirmation and hid in a recess, praying to the gods he didn’t believe in, that the criminals would take the bait and leave him alone.

[spawnmade]

❤️ maybe?? if there be more development?

Send '❤️❔' 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.

[goddessxoflight]

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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."

[mythic-trio]

Kingdom Hearts!

// Thanks newcomer! C:

[stella-sanguis]

@dulcetfanged sent: They’re a 10 but they change clothes seven times a day, holding up travel.

♢      —        send  [ THEY’RE A 10 BUT … ]  and finish it in my muse’s 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. "

[starwrittenfates]

@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.

[bloodtwin]

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❝ Am I bad ？Am I really that bad ？❞

[caniasfire]

"that color... really suits you."

he blinks rapidly, pointing at his horns. "yellow?" oh, he's got jokes.

[sungiftedbard]

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

DETAILS ABOUT OCS !

Synnove tends to run warm. She isn't sure why--- (it has to do with her family genes and abilities.)

Always tries to dress up and look her best (even with makeup on.) It's part of her noble upbringing, even if she's living in inns, taverns, and etc, appearances still matter. She knows how to dress for the occasion!

Extroverted as heck! She is pure charisma itself. Can be enveloped in talking and learning someone else's story for hours.

Very emotional. She tends to try to surpress it if it gets to be too much or she senses it getting out of control, but she feels everything deeply.

She snorts when laughing at times. It's a habit she tries to hold back on as well, especially because she can often hear her father's harsh voice reminding her a lady shouldn't sound like that.

Tea enthusiast! You can often catch her writing and drinking tea at the same time. She'll even comment on how to make the tea correctly if it's made wrong.

[spawnmade]

"Sounds easy enough." Astarion doesn't actually know how easy it is to hunt a human but how bad can he be, really? He'll have to make sure not to take too much, however. While he doesn't mind killing, he's not so sure they should draw any attention to themselves right now.

"Let's try not to kill them, hm? The last thing we need is bodies to dispose of or people finding out there are vampires amongst them. We haven't a clue how they will react."

"Only if you can't stop yourself," she says simply, and shrugs. "I find it's a lot easier to cut and spill, collect what you need and run, but something about sinking your teeth in... Feels nice."

What to expect? What to expect... Hm...

"Expect it to be... addicting." Her voice purring as she picks the stick back up again and begins poking the cinders. "If it's good out of a bottle, it's even better fresh, from the source. How about that?" "

You sneak up on someone, some poor fool who won't be noticed or missed, pull them to the side, and stop them before they can scream. Personally, I just knock 'em over the head. You don't have to kill them... But if you take too much, it might be better if you had. Poor things can't function right if you drain them too much."