#its always the terms and conditions that get you: mizora||in character

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Mizora: I think I lost my warlock. Raphael: Hang on, I got this one. *takes a deep breath, then screams from the top of his lungs* "OH NO! KARLACH IS WITH ANOTHER MAN!" Wyll: *pops up from behind a rock* WHO?! Mizora: O.O Raphael: You're welcome.

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Thank you.

Huevember day 6 with Mizora! Would you take her deal? 😈

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batting his lashes coquettishly at mizora, scooting closer. "so……. hypotetically speaking… if you could just snatch the soul of anybody at camp… who would it be? who do you think has the tastiest soul?"

She could not help but peer down at Vhaal as he scooted closer to her, batting his lashes as if he wanted to let her in on a big secret. How adorable! One might almost assume that he wanted to come across as just as charming and seductive as her, showing he could be just as manipulative. It was sickeningly sweet and the temptation to rip the bandage from his eyes and break his assumptions of her boiled underneath her skin. Maybe she could indulge in it, just a little, particularly as she heard his question.

Mizora smirked darkly for as far as she was concerned, Vhaal had not just asked which soul was the tastiest. He had asked whom of Wyll's playmates, she would kill and devour last. Staring at the drow with blood-red eyes, her shadow grew behind her until it towered over them both. Several somethings were moving and slithering about at the outskirts of the shadow, long, serpentine necks and sharply cut snouts full of razor-sharp teeth. Once more, growls and pants filled the air, along with the sensation of being watched by more than just one pair of eyes.

"I can hardly say Wyll's soul", Mizora said, "Given that I have been working on shaping himself. His taste is familiar, though, of course, familiarity does not make it any less delicious. As for the others: Well, it seems you all are so trapped in your own little problems and vices. Every one of you could make for a satisfying meal. Whether that be because deep down you are still a terrified little boy, a girl without any orientation, or you have something to prove or a broken heart. Though, if we have to go with personal preferences, I would have to say Karlach."

"I still believe that one day, she will return to Avernus and into her mistress, Zariel's embrace. But I won't pretend that I had never entertained the thought of getting a taste of her soul. Someone, having been in Avernus, yet without being a lemure, experiences a special kind of trauma. They are never the same after. And though Karlach might try to hide behind an upbeat and lively attitude, her darkness, past traumas and that fear of death lace her soul like a stream of spicy oil. It is positively delectable, just thinking about it."

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TEMPTING – VERY TEMPTING. Such an offer, but this one has slipped through her claws once before, and how others had been punished for such bold and daring actions to try and read between the lines. That was her job, her contracts were ironclad and always tilted the scales into her favor, always. She cannot be cheated, she cannot be tricked, she cannot be robbed of what she is owed and this one, well let’s just say that her interest was there and that was free for the time being, everything else afterwards .. well that was going to become costly and this little mortal was already within serious debt, no point in adding to the collector and having countless fight all over the pieces once it comes time to carve her up. “Is this a bad time darling, do you need another forty winks to get some beauty sleep.” A hand on her chest and a coy smile upon her lips, false flattery and mocking words aplenty, but it is the nature of such dealings.  She already had her claws in many little pets within the land, why on earth would she want for anymore than what she had, but then again.  A deal was a deal and a contract was almost mouth watering to cut out her useless debtors and merely go right to the person causing her so much trouble and offer them, well what everyone wants, the deal of a lifetime.  No tricks, no little back doors, just a simple deal, what she wants, in exchange for what she wants, it was truly so simple. She had the blade, a hero, a legend within the land, but how he fights and denies, time and time again, how this ought to work. “I am here, to see if you wish for more from me, your sample, is it not to your liking, and that is nothing compared to what you can have, if you only ask for it.”

"Ha ha ha", Jinx called out, feigning amusement at the joke, "I cannot contain my laughter. Ha ha ha."

Her mismatched eyes drifted over towards Mizora's large, bat-like wings. Bats had hollow bones. It allowed them to fly. They also were particularly fragile and the leathery skin, too, was something, which ought not be damaged. Jinx idly wondered whether or not Mizora would be robbed of the power of flight if she yanked just hard enough, twisted her bones by a joint and caused it to snap. Or perhaps she should take out her dagger and cut into the leathery skin that way.

The thoughts felt good like dipping your bare feet into the warm waters of a boiling spring. They coaxed a sly smile out of Jinx's lips and her tail flicked from one side to the next. Still, she forced the contemplation down. As much as she wanted to do it - and that desire burned to the point her muscles cramped -, she knew it would jeopardise Wyll's safety and hers. The tiefling could not let that happen.

Hearing Mizora ask her what she wanted, if she wanted more power, the warlock began to pace back and forth like a displacer beast in a cage, large tentacles flicking back and forth. Powder peered after her, the familiar's tail matching her tail's slow curls and flicks. Jinx closed her fingers around her chin as she thought long and hard. Finally, she stopped and looked at Mizora.

"Here is the kicker", Jinx admitted, "I am not really after more power, so I really do not know how to ask for what I want. I am more invested in what's going on in here." She tapped a clawed finger against her temple. "Not the tadpole, mind yah! I am more interested in the whole other stuff. All these images and intrusive thoughts... I do not wanna get rid of them. But I do wanna understand them better. I think in the past, I specifically chose to become a ranger to understand what goes on in my head, but it didn't lead to the result, I wanted. Hunting game in the woods and even hunting people is different than the way people are, well, diabolical. Soooo, do you think you can help me on that front? Or is that out of a devil's skill book?"

@fallesto cont. from here.

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IT IS OFFICIAL! Warlocks are kittens now and they will get adopted by the fiendish horrors whether they want it or not.

Wyll, Zevlor, fucking run!

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I agree with all of this, but I also would like to add something probably a bit controversial. If we look at this from Mizora's angle, the fact that Wyll is a heroic person who is forced by very bad circumstances into becoming a warlock, also explains why Mizora for example hangs out in our camp after we freed Wyll from the pact. I know a lot of people hate and complain about this fact, but consider the following:

Mizora likely has made many deals in the past. And like OP and many of the reblogs said, warlocks are usually power-hungry or well, more clearly connotated as something evil. Wyll, as we saw, is none of that stuff. For Mizora, that would make him immediately memorable and explain why she loves toying with him and pushing him this much.

Wyll is not your typical warlock. Him, being suited for another class, is not just affecting him in my opinion, but it also affects Mizora and why she is as creepily invested in him as she is. After all, if Wyll was just like any other warlock, then her "losing" him so to speak, would not matter. Mizora could have just gotten herself a new warlock. No biggie.

Wyll, on the other hand, yeah that type of personality and those circumstances would not return that quickly. Of course, she becomes spiteful enough to attempt to hurt Wyll by seducing Tav. Of course, she plans on killing Ulder if we somehow manage to save him and break Mizora's contract. She just lost a very unique type of investment and a pretty damn effective bloodhound (something she specifically calls Wyll in his origin run) for herself.

Naturally, she is gonna be an arsehole about this!

In short, both Mizora and Wyll are shaped by the fact that Wyll is not a traditional warlock. The fact that people cannot notice that nuance will never not drive me up a wall.

"wyll shouldve been *insert class here* instead!" i mean, im glad you picked up on that, but thats kinda... the whole thing? he wouldve taken any hand before he resorted to mizora, but mizora was the only one who offered one. his line "the only thing a gods ever given me is a cold shoulder" is dropped casually, but crucial to his character. he shouldve been anything other than a fiend warlock. when he reunited with his father all those years ago, he shouldve been imbued with the power of fuckin, like, tyr or something. he shouldve been made a paladin or a cleric or even just a normal lvl 1 guy who got some greater power to do all that shit for him. the devs expected a target audience of d&d players, so him being a warlock at all was supposed to surprise players

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Jaheira and Karlach on their way to tag team boop Mizora

@iron-hearts-ablaze

With a powerful slap of her wings, the Cambion took into the air. Climbing higher and higher until she was safely out of reach, she peered down at her assailants. Mizora called down: "Cannot boop me if you cannot reach me."

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Jaheira felt a sudden weight on her shoulders, and before she could react, she was enveloped in shadow — the leathery expanse of wings unfurling behind her. She blinked, frozen in place, her eyes slowly lifting to look back and up at the fiend looming over her. She opened her mouth, but no words came out just yet — just pure, wide-eyed disbelief. Hells... even a cambion stepped up against the would-be nibblers. My situation must be dire... She laughs, but it was more of a tired sound than anything else. Rubbing her eyes, she sighed deeply. "I must really look like a snack if even shefeels the need to defend me!"

Jaheira instinctively froze up. Not that this would have done her much good. If Mizora genuinely played with the thought of biting her, she could divorce her head from her body right then and there. It was made even easier by the woman frozen in shock. However, instead, she looked down at that druid with her half-agape mouth and smiled.

"If someone genuinely wanted to eat you, they would probably deem you too gamey, Jaheira," Mizora said as one of her claws gingerly trailed over her collarbone and up her neck as if she were feeling out the elasticity of the flesh. "Of course, maybe the flesh underneath your skin is softer and juicier."

She laughed low and darkly as she leaned over Jaheira, her wings shifting slightly. "Don't worry", the Cambion teased in mild mockery, "I am not gonna bite you to find out."

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Pet Name / Nickname for Mizora From Nyssala @unhingedbutpretty Interplanar mommy :D

Nicknames/Pet Names||Accepting.

A hearty, rumbling laughter filled Mizora's belly. The Cambion buckled over in front of the drow, her wings opening just a touch and her tail swaying from side to side. Oh, that was such a droll, little thing! Drow culture had an obsession with two things: Self-preservation and the worship of the female. So, of course, Nyssala would pick a nickname based on something female.

Gasping for breath, the Cambion rose and properly looked at Nyssala. Mizora wiped away a tear from her eye, even as her stomach quivered from some left-over giggles. Her wing opened and angled itself sideways. Taking hold of the drow with the help of her claws, she urged her so close that the poor thing practically bodyslammed against her, forced to peer up at her from between her breast, stomach touching stomach.

Languid arms loosely wrapped around Nyssala's shoulders and corpse-blue, chilly hands caressed her spine. The wing, previously nicking into her shoulder with the thorn on its top, folded neatly behind her back. Mizora's voice somehow became a comforting whisper and a seductive hum, all at once, an alluring lullaby, which lowered your guard and made you want to snuggle even closer to her.

"Begs the question: Nyssala, what kind of Mummy are you looking for? Because I could easily be a mother figure if that is what you need." Her head inched closer, hot breath whispering against the drow's ear as Mizora practically purred. "Or I could be much more if that is what you desire."

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Stories To Tell

It was easy to disappear in the hustle and bustle of a tavern. Mizora sat in the shadowy corner of a corner table; her silvery eyes surveying the comings and goings of the patrons. The Cambion was masquerading as a beautiful lady with cream-coloured skin. Her fiery orange hair, tinging into an auburn tone, was adorned with several golden rings, glittering crescents and minuscule daggers to give her an air of nobility and elegance. Her silken, blue dress concealed itself in the dark, though some light fell upon a low-cut front and a warm, long, finely laced fur collar, which seemed to have been divided into a few braids, decorated with golden bracelets.

Mizora's make-up was pronouncing her beauty just right, barely highlighting the silver of her eyes, the fine bridge of her nose and the curve of her purple lips. Finely cut and trimmed nails tapped against the rim of a glass. In it swam a lonely puddle of red wine - a pitiful excuse to the liquid fire, you could down in the Nine Hells. Everything about her hide currently was a pitiful excuse. Mizora missed the weight of her wings and the sway of her tail. Without them, it felt like she was missing a vital part of her communication. But alas sometimes you had to lower yourself if you wanted to attract the right sort of people.

Like the soul, Mizora just spotted walking into the tavern. The Cambion raised a hand and waved, tantalisingly wagging her fingers back and forth. Waiting for the other person to meet her gaze, Mizora smiled and called with a soft cadenza: "Would you mind keeping a lone noblewoman company? You look like you might have some stories to tell. How about I buy you a drink? Make it worth your while."

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You know what? Fuck it

🎲 for Mizora and Jaheira

I want the K||Accepting.

7. A romantic kiss.

What could be considered romantic tended to vastly differ between a fiend and other species of Faerun. In fact, what might be read as romantic from an uncritical angle, was usually more akin to a sudden rush of endorphins and heightened arousal for the fiend in question. Usually triggered by a massive absorption of negative emotions like fear, panic, fright or anger, coupled with the sight of carnage.

Mizora was currently in the thrall of that emotional high after Jaheira and she had beaten down a surprise ambush of a group of Absolute Cultists on the route to Baldur's Gate. While the tadpole gang had been able to take out Ketheric Thorm, it seemed that for many of the survivors of the Moonrise massacre, they were now the enemy number one and many of them hungered for retribution.

The air was thick with a haze of smells. Ironrich blood, so loaded you might throw up if you took too deep a breath. Frosty chills from several bodies covered in rhyme and contorted from the thralls of the Hunger of Hadar, Mizora had trapped a large chunk of the Cultists in. The bodies, which had not been eviscerated by her devouring, cold and toxic darkness and Jaheira's thick, unruly thorns, had been ripped to pieces by the claws of a panther and reduced to ash by the single gesture of a corpse-blue hand.

Mizora was remarkably untouched by the blood as, for once, she had not thrown herself into the fray and instead kept her distance while Jaheira had leapt straight into the thicket of the ambush. As the Cambion looked at the panther, her red eyes glowed with fiery appreciation and a hunger, which differed from the ways, she inspected the corpses. The panther's paws and muzzle were dripping with blood.

Soon enough though, the animal's body was enveloped by golden light before with a sharp tearing sound and a puddle of viscera and blood, the panther shed its animalistic shape and in its place stood Jaheira herself. The half-elf was dripping with blood, her hands and arms drenched in red and even her mouth coated in viscera. The flush, making Mizora's cheeks purple, returned, darkening them even more. She gazed at the half-elf with a sense of sick pleasure and appreciation as if Jaheira had just shown her a colour she really liked.

"You have got a little something there, my dear." Mizora stepped closer and reached for Jaheira's face with her hand. "Let me help you with that." The Cambion traced her fingers over the half-elf's bloodied feature, collecting the red, which had not yet completely dried and crusted up around her mouth. Popping her fingers into her mouth, Mizora suckled off the blood with a satisfied hum as if she had just shared in a kill.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look like this, Jaheira?"

Mizora's voice was barely above a whisper. Her hand cupped the harper's chin, her thumb tracing across her lips, now mostly clean of the blood. The Cambion stepped closer. Her wings opened wide before they gingerly and carefully wrapped themselves around Jaheira's body, encasing her in a warm, leathery cocoon.

"Don't be afraid", Mizora cooed, "I promise, I will be gentle."

Her hand tightened around the harper's jawline and Mizora guided their heads closer to one another, even bending down a touch to make the following kiss easier. As their lips touched, Jaheira would hear a brief whooshing sound. It was Mizora's wings, trembling ever so slightly. Her kiss was soft and almost a bit succulent as the Cambion nibbled at Jaheira's lips, though wisely kept her tongue with its sharp hooks on the surface to itself. A low purr originated from Mizora's throat as she gave the harper a firm, yet gentle and carefully controlled kiss, which might be compared to a cat softly sniffing your nose.

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💧 How often do you annoy the mun? And with what? 

🔥 How would you spend one day with the mun if you could?

☀ Does the mun have other muses beside you? What is your opinion on them?

(all for Mizora because I can't help myself lol)

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"Well, I know one thing, which tends to annoy Miss T, though I am not the only one who does this", Mizora mused, "Almost all of the characters she writes, have moments when they don't cooperate. It annoys her, especially when she has the drive to write, but we are not in the mood to do anything. I think it annoys her with me especially because much like Silco, in her own words, I require brain power. Don't get me wrong: The sweet kitten loves writing the manipulator, but an unfortunate part of the craft is the whole three-dimensional chess playing when you write a manipulator. As easy as I tend to come to her, Miss T is very critical of how I use dialogue and body language when I manipulate people. The sweet kitten is obsessed with how this all is perceived. And it makes perfect sense. After all, if I am to manipulate someone, I need to create a certain effect in, if not the reader, at least the character I am manipulating. So, this is an annoyance of hers. Sometimes, I require a bit of work. Even if we know, she gladly does that work."

"If I could spend a day with Miss T, I would keep her company and try to help her do things she normally cannot. I would have to be so gentle with the sweet kitten, mostly because her condition means physically she cannot do a lot of the typical outdoor activities. But who is to say I could not help with that? I admit, I would be very tempted to try roping Miss T into a deal. Her disability just creates a wonderful opening for this. It would probably even work as Miss T has thought about what it would be to not be physically disabled. While she agrees that you should not cure a disabled character in fiction, especially if it is done by an able-bodied author, she is not against the idea of exploring what a cure would mean from a disabled stance. She has the belief that at least mentally imagining what it is like to be cured is a vital step to accepting being different. Or at least learning to come to terms with it. And she has had thought experiments concerning disability and the Cybermen from Doctor Who. I think she would be surprised if I did not try to offer her a pact, which helps alleviate the burdens of her disability."

"Miss T has quite a few muses outside of me, but that is nothing new. From the day, she started writing on Tumblr, she always wrote more than one character. She even has problems with adding too many muses. I am sure, people who have followed this blog for a long time, will have noticed how messy things get. Outside of me, she currently has four other characters on this blog and her two OCs on a side blog.

"Of course, I have nothing but praises for my mistress, her ladyship Zariel. She is as frightening as she is commanding and beautiful. My mother has shaped me a lot, even before Miss T eventually decided to let her hang out on the blog. I cannot express the joy I felt when I learned Zariel would become a permanent member of the blog. The Lord of the First has powers unrivalled and her singular focus in the Blood War is admirable. Where I am scary, she is a terror to behold. Mighty, commanding, direct, focussed, yet charismatic and sly - it is an honour to be in her service.

"Then there is my pet, Wyll Ravenguard. Such a loyal, little puppy. He still has his moments of disobedience and while he always tries to do the right thing, at least he has somewhat gotten the message of doing things morally sometimes. Still, compared to Zariel or me, he is not nearly as dark as he could be. Though I would not call the pupster a completely good-natured hero either. He has shades of grey and can be most cunning and clever. Furthermore, unlike the Wyll in the game, my pup here has no intention of leaving his contract with me. We may not always see eye-to-eye, but at the end of the day, Wyll is a very loyal pet and quite the skilled hunter. He just happens to be an outlier for Miss T's usual writing style, which is why she sometimes takes a bit to trust him to play around with other people.

"The other two characters on the blog are not familiar to me. Usually, I would not even meet them, but given that I am breaking the fourth wall for these asks anyway, I suppose I can also give you my opinion on the two girls, who let's be honest, were on this blog long before I ever showed up. In a way, Jinx and Vi are the original inhabitants of this blog, with Jinx even being the primary muse. They just currently are less active, partly because of bad experiences the Mun made in the fandom, but also because Miss T is waiting for season two to come out, which should be soon. Let's hope that tickles the girls' fancy.

"Jinx is the muse, Miss T is the closest too. Like I already implied, prior to me, Jinx was our Mun's primary muse. A wild, chaotic thing, from what I heard. Poor girl is plagued by a strong psychosis. And while you should pity her, make no mistake: Miss T made this girl a menace. A feral, vicious menace, that loves to maim and slaughter and has quite the love for explosives. She also seems to have an obsessive streak, being very possessive over her older sister Vi and wanting some silly Sherrif named Caitlyn dead. Honestly, Jinx is the reason, the Mun is surprised she cannot write Orin. Though to be fair, Jinx seems more terrifying than a demented, uncoordinated Bhaalspawn.

"Vi, Jinx's sister, reminds me a lot of Karlach. She too is more of a brute force fighter, rambunctious, wild and unruly. Much like Wyll, she is not Miss T's preferred type of muse. Not just due to the physical nature of her attacks, but also that despite being a brawler, Vi is a heroic character. At least, she has her heart in the right spot, though she has a potty mouth to match it, cursing and rebelling every chance she gets. To be honest, I am surprised that Miss T is not writing Karlach, given that she writes. Though, well Vi is not nearly as happy-go-lucky on the outside as Karlach is. So I can see why that may not be her cup of tea.

"Then, of course, there are her two newcomers who get a whole blog for themselves," Mizora smirked idly. "Felicitas and Ammit. Miss T's first attempts at creating original characters. Might explain why she feels the desire to hide them a bit. Felicitas is the more youthful of the two: Sassy, mistrustful of authority, and weary of her powers to some extent. It must be frightening to be pacted to something and have no idea about it. Ammit, meanwhile, is cold, calculating and more like a mentor figure. She may only be a rogue, but she is vicious."

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The "Yes, I am stuck in a pot, of course, I am pissed off, you genius!" energy!

OMG, I love it. I may not be a big fan of the damsel in distress stuff, but all these lines have so much personality. XD

Here's the old datamined voice lines for Mizora back in EA before the rewrite. (source)

Forever mourning the fact that Mizora was supposed to be a damsel in distress. She had so much more personality.

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Something, I really wanna explore more in roleplays at one point, which goes for both Mizora and Zariel, is that these two devils are war veterans. Mizora may no longer look like a soldier as she stopped donning armour - which I have reasons to believe is the Infernal Robe, you can get for killing Karlach -, but that does not change the fact that she, just like Karlach and Zariel, fought in the Blood War.

I dunno how many people on here have seen the Still Here music video (especially if you are not into League), but this sequence here makes me strongly think of Mizora and Zariel fighting side by side against the demons, swarming Avernus. Mizora in this case would be in Morgana's role (the lady in purple) as she is canonically a sorceress. Like literally if you gain Mizora as an ally in the final fight, she apparently plays like a sorcerer. Plus I think it would be very telling if the child born in Avernus has a more bestial, ravenous way of using magic and fighting compared to its former angelic mother.

I even think that the way Kayle looks at Morgana works for Mizora and Zariel. Even though Zariel is a devil now herself, a part of her subconscious has not forgotten that she used to be an angel. Which is why I think that subconsciously, she treats her daughter with a certain contempt because of that feral nature. Plus I like the idea that Zariel's angelic abilities did not vanish but instead corrupted alongside her. Maybe she has something like a dark smithe.

My point is that I really want to explore more than just the fact that Zariel and Mizora are devils and Cambions. They are also generals and soldiers in a war. I really like the idea of Avernus feeling and functioning very differently compared to the rest of Baator because of the Blood War. I just cannot see Avernus' devils and fiends behaving the same way. I don't think a constant war could afford them that luxury.

I doubt I can really explore this idea in rps as most characters in BG3 would have little reason to get into Avernus, much less make a point of getting to know Mizora or Zariel as people. But hey, I can still dream.

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There is a wild drow hiding behind her wings now. "I don't know who started this biting frenzy-" It was him. "-but I don't approve of this savagery," now that it has turned on him, naturally. "I'll just- stay here... where it's safe. Don't mind me."

Feeling the sudden sensation of movement behind her wings caused them to twitch. Raising the wing behind which Vhaal hid, the Cambion turned her head to look down at the sleek, dark underelf. Her brow rose as she listened to his babbling. Somewhere in her, Mizora could sense that Vhaal was lying. He had absolutely started this little biting frenzy.

"What's that then, little drow?", Mizora mocked Vhaal and used the very wing he had tried to hide behind to shove him in front of her like a lamb offered to the wolves, "Can't take a little bit of heat when it happens to be you? Oh, such a shame!"

The Cambion leaned forward, opening her wings a touch to balance herself and to shroud Vhaal in one of them. Her breath was an icy chill as it nestled into his neck. "You know, maybe I should remind you exactly why hiding behind me is not the safest bet here. After all, you wanted to nibble at everybody. It is only fair if someone gets a bite out of you. I promise with the right cleric by your side, this won't be fatal."

That was about as much warning as Vhaal got before a pair of dagger-like canines sunk themselves into the flesh of his neck. It was not a loving nibble. Instead, those four canines burrowed themselves underneath Vhaal's skin and as Mizora pulled back with teeth still clamped shut, the whole camp could hear the tearing of flesh. While large, the wound was shallow but bled a lot. Soon Vhaal's shirt was soaked around his shoulder.

Mizora's lips smacked against each other as she chewed up the ripped-off skin with a contemplative expression. Swallowing with an almost condemning look on her face, the Cambion taunted: "Well, on the bright side, when the others bite you, things cannot get much worse now, can they?"

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 💋 ❤️ (for minthara and mizora)

Simple Shipping Meme||Accepting.

Send ❤️ if you would like to explore a ROMANTIC relationship between our muses!Send 💋 if you would like to explore a SEXUAL relationship between our muses!

I am down for both of those types of dynamics. As I already told you, I think Mizora would definitely feel sexual attraction towards Minthara, but also a strange sense of kinship as she would remind her a lot of Zariel. And like you said, something similar would happen for Minthara as devils seem to have quite a few things in common with drow. I think the warlock/patron would equally be very different, much more a partnership of relative equals than something, which has a blatant power imbalance. Basically, I am absolutely down for this idea.