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[lionofmara]

4 and 8!

4) In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts? 

{ gods, i have to say him being an altmer. a lot of people know i hate altmer. when i made sin in skyrim, i had randomized race and when i saw i got altmer, i groaned but decided to make the best of it. but upon playing him… i remembered subverted tropes are my favorite thing to play. so i subverted every altmeri trope i could with sin. somehow, i still managed to make an influential altmer, and. i’m not sure how.

maybe thats what made him feel so real. he sticks out like a sore thumb, but still draws upon an established narrative for his race.

8) What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story? 

the childhood. i didnt have it nearly as bad as sin, but it was easy to write a story i could embellish while having experience. )

[dragxnsfire]

does haleth ever feel the need to escape skyrim for good, especially after visiting family in morrowind? how does haleth react to being dragonborn? does she ever feel as if being dragonborn was a mistake?

Haleth has actually never been to Morrowind, even to visit family, though it is one of the things she wants to do most. Whenever she saw family— namely, her maternal grandparents, Adurla and Eldras— they would always come to Skyrim. Haleth’s mother was, of course, a single parent, and her job assisting Morthal’s alchemist rarely allowed enough time for a pilgrimage to the Shrine of Azura in Winterhold, much less enough time for a vacation to Blacklight. Sometimes she wants to go somewhere else, but isn’t quite sure where that ‘somewhere’ is; after all, Skyrim is the only place she’s ever known. 

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As far as her Dragonborn identity, she takes to it as well as an already struggling student could; that is to say, she panicked and ran back to the College of Winterhold, in the exact opposite direction of the weird talking mountain that shouted when she absorbed a dragon’s soul. Unlike the ‘in-game’ discovery of the Dragonborn, Haleth found out about her soul while returning to the College from Morthal, near the Shrine of Azura, and was only able to kill the dragon with the aid of visiting Redoran guards. She only went to High Hrothgar after speaking to Arch-Mage Savos Aren and Mirabelle Ervine, who encouraged her to go.

She often feels that Akatosh made a mistake when choosing her to be Dragonborn: she has never had any training as a warrior, though her grandfather often let her try to use his shortsword (under close supervision, of course) and taught her a few basic points of self-defense; furthermore, given the relationship between the Dunmer and Nords of Windhelm, she finds herself hesitant to let them know her status as Dovahkiin— the Nords would likely see it as a cultural insult, and she fears the Dunmer would shun her for being the hero of Nordic legend. 

[leondxs]

fears: the dark, dying, being alone!

Give my muse three fears you think they have, and they will order them from what scares them the least to what scares them the most.

@jeweledmaiden

❝ I fear dying more than anything. I do not wish to experience… my lord’s domain. Being alone, truly alone, would be a close second.. Admittedly, I do not enjoy being completely solitary. I value my alone time, but cherish the company of another. ❞

❝ The dark is not frightening at all to me. In fact, I find it very comforting. Though I must admit, it made me rather uneasy as a lad. ❞

[bluesunsdusk]

2 and 14 for any of your muses!

Questions About Creating Your OCs

Imma pick Luceras.

2. Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind? 

Luceras is based on the existence of morphoid daedra in Battlespire, and the fact that several daedra seem to be able to serve other Principalities while still following their basic natures. A morphoid is associated with Hircine and Mehrunes Dagon, so I gave Luceras ambition and hunt, making it fully possible for them to take knowledge as part of this. Luceras’ look is based partly on Hermaeus Mora, since they’ve lived in his realm for so long. The ears aren’t exactly the way morphoid ears look, as far as I can recall, but is based a little on Hircine having a deer head sometimes. Basically, Luceras is partly based on fauns in their appearance. I’ve played with the idea of them being able to have four arms, since I make them more capable of free transformation than most other lesser daedra seem able to do, due to them being a morphoid. 

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be? 

Well, in visuals, it would need to be the sharp angles and animal features. When it comes to personality, it’d say a curiosity with everything verging on dangerous to others at times and a somewhat childlike demeanor when reborn which becomes a more distinguished wisdom as time goes on. They know a lot and can be very wise, but all that knowledge is a lot to process even for daedra. Luceras always says there are many truths at any given time and one cannot possibly know them all. You know, unless they want to end up like Jyggalag.

[lyinginwait]

what is syldra's temperament like? how long has she been a huntress? what is her relationship with her family like?

{ This is an awesome ask; thank you SO much. This will probably help me a lot too, as I continue to mold her character. More’d cuz of lengthhhh.

What is Syldra’s temperament like?

{ When I first created Syldra, I wanted her to be a sort of this man-eating, fiery woman with a loud, biting temper. I wanted her to justify everything she did based off of the one, most devastating event in her life, and I’ve kind of realized that she should be deeper than that…

…and that’s about as far as I’ve gotten. I still want her to have some vitriol and bitterness without being too overt about the way she feels towards human men. When thinking of other characters in entertainment, I’d like to model her after ones like Black Widow from Marvel, Lagertha from Vikings, Petra Venj from Destiny, and Aloy from Horizon Zero Dawn. 

Short answer: it’s in the works. Idk exactly how to get there, but I want her to be a character still with a temper but have more depth and reasoning behind her actions.

How long has she been a huntress?

{ Syldra was trained by her mother early on how to hunt with a bow. As she grew older, other people in her clan took over some of her instruction. As her magical ability emerged as well, she spent equal time in learning enchanting and archery. Essentially, she’d been training with her clan how to hunt, prepare kills, learn enchanting, and some magic spells for about 5 years after her father left when she was around 14. When she was 20, she left Valenwood to track down her father. She is now 25, so for about 11 years?

What is her relationship with her family like?

{ Syldra cares for her family more than anything else. She had an older brother, Faolyn, who was murdered by their father. She loved Faolyn dearly, as he would always try to protect the rest of the family from her father’s outbursts.

He younger sister, Sylenna, is almost the pitting image of Syldra, except for the darker hair inherited from their father. Syldra took on much the same role that Faolyn did after their father had left. She took care of her a lot of the time to give her mother space and time to grieve. 

Her mother and her are...not quite on speaking terms. Though Saelswe does wish to see justice done, she still has some love left in her heart for him. It hurts her and Syldra doesn’t understand how her mother could still feel that way. Saelswe hates that there will be more death and blood-shed between family members. 

Syldra sends letters occasionally to Sylenna, though has asked her to keep the letters a secret from their mother for now. Sylenna understands how both of her family members feel, but doesn’t remember the event quite as well as either Syldra or their mother so doesn’t have quite as passionate emotions tied to it. She does wish for her sister to come home quickly, however.

[skymagpie]

mehrunes and nocturnal!

Mehrunes Dagon: Ulfric or Tulius?

Tulius may look like he is balding and collects stamps in his free time or something, but you know the Empire is shit in Skyrim but I still side with them over the Stormcloaks. So Tulius. 

Nocturnal: The most unexpected thing I discovered in Tamriel

I can’t even remember all the weird shit, but ever since I started playing ESO I discovered a lot of crap such as:

Wood elves are cannibals. They fast before fights so they can eat after...okay...

Vivec’s whole “I will plow your farm with my ass out” thing.

Actually Viviec’s entire literature.

The Dunmer eat eggs. Like at large. 

All that weird alien/4th dimensional chess/CHIM shit like listen I came from Skyrim which was some vikings eating bread leave me alone.

Argonians come from trees. Or something?

[boarchasers]

Another Day, Another Septim [Millie, Trond]

There were good days in the guard, and there were bad days. Good days were when the people of Skyrim decided they had better things to do than steal anything which wasn’t nailed down in Arcadia’s Cauldron and send the guards on a wild goose chase for one sprig of lavender, when no dragon attacks were reported just outside the city gates, and when people avoided turning up mysteriously dead in alleyways. Bad days were when all of this did happen and yet not a single soul had the courtesy to steal a sweet roll, which could be confiscated and saved for later.

Trond had yet to decide what type of day this was, as he stomped along the familiar route from the barracks to the market. He wasn’t on night duty. That was good. On the other hand, his daughter had kept him up all night anyway with her crying. That was bad. The market, when he got there, was quiet -- good -- but this was probably because somebody, somewhere, was plotting something. They usually were.

Casting the occasional obligatory Suspicious Glance at the citizens milling around the stalls, Trond settled himself into his favourite position, leaning against the post outside Belethor’s store. It was a shaded spot, the post worn comfortably where hundreds of guards had leaned against it, as far away from the stink of Anoriath’s meat stall as possible. Perhaps, if nobody felt the need to start being suspicious, Trond might get away with a nap. He adjusted the visor of his helmet. That would definitely make this a good day.

[dolorousheart]

jeweledmaiden replied to your photoset “[[@harboursregret showed me this doll maker the other day, and,...”

this is one of my favorite dollmakers omfg

[[It quickly became one of mine, well.  X’)]]

[maidenxfthemxuntains]

@jeweledmaiden sent “Pain is weakness leaving the body” from Vigdis (Always Accepting) 21.  losing part/all of their memory —————————————-

Asta slowly woke up, she wasn’t sure where she was. Brown eyes look at the ceiling , it does not look familiar. Sitting up carefully, as the movement caused her head to start pounding, she sees a woman beside her. Confusion filled her face as she tries to remember who it was. “D.. Do I know you?”

[scatteredfractals]

——— 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 !

▌𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Avalynn Marielle Ravayn ▌𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 : Single ▌𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 : Magic (elementalism, especially fire and water-based), alchemy, good sense of humor ▌𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : Bluish-green ▌𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : Blonde ▌𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 : Eiric Ravayn (father), Lynette Ravayn (mother-deceased), Skylan Ravayn (twin brother), Hadalee Artram (maternal aunt-deceased) ▌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 : Karri, blue dogla (leopard/tiger hybrid with Maltese coloring)-her familiar ▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 : Loneliness ▌𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : Learning, gardening, cooking, collecting shells (or anything natural and fun really) ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : Yes ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : Yes ▌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 : Tiger ▌𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇��𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 : Over-thinking, dwelling on mistakes or awkwardness ▌𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒 : Hadalee ▌𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : Heteromantic, bi-curious ▌𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 : If it happens, it happens ▌𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 : Dark, flowy clothing, tops that show tasteful cleavage ▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : Her father for his constant love and support and his willingness to do whatever he could to ensure his children had the best upbringing he could manage ▌𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 : Loyal and loving, including tough love ▌𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐄 : She prefers cake ▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 : Moscato, the sweeter the better ▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 : The beach ▌𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 : Lake ▌𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 : Someone caring and doting (she wants as much love as she gives), and a sense of humor is a must ▌𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 : Indoors

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 : @dionsblood​ My luv >3> 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @neomacaught, @tothevoid-andback, @finsaraan (because I’m not sure if you did one for Miraak), @jeweledmaiden, and anyone that wants to do it!

[lionofmara]

15, 23, and E!

15) How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

{ sin.. doesnt really rehearse things in his mind, but he does carefully formulate his words. he will more likely backtrack his thoughts if they arent proper for the conversation or his dialect, but he doesnt pre-plan his conversations.

23) How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

he becomes quiet and, he wont admit it, but resentful. he’ll try to remove himself from whatever he’s envious of in order to avoid thoughts he believe are negative--even if it’s telling him he needs/deserves something.

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

oh absolutely. i love sin, he’s an adorable squish that just needs some love.

i hope he would, and i certainly would try for him to, but he’s so skiddish he might be scared of me xD i’m a little outgoing these days. )

[crownedwithashes]

Tagged by @jeweledmaiden (thanks!)

Bold the muse’s aesthetic (spooky edition)

Muse: Rowan

Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner | Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along traintracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood

[shadows-of-almsivi]

FAIRY TALE AESTHETICS: BROTHERS GRIMM VERSION RULES : BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE AND REPOST

Tagged by: @warmsandstraveler

Tagging: @llerynserathis, @jeweledmaiden and @ask-seht

SNOW WHITE:

jade trinket boxes. taste of iron. fingertips on a mirror. yellow and green with envy. long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window. combs laced with pearls and poison. an apple white one side and red the other. white doves. frosted glass.

THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS:

a blunt axe. a ring of chalk. tear-stained cheeks. sweet pears. hands tied behind back. shallow rivers. aching feet. walking for days. flowing gowns. liquid silver. wax seals. blinding lights.

THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST:

lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies. tiny milk snakes. baskets of strawberries. fat toads. sparkling snow. fur cloaks. raw gemstones. kettles made of copper. red wine. a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.

BLUE BEARD:

a tiny key made of gold. pools of blood. stains that won’t rub away. galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands. dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars. marble walls. shivering with fear. screaming at the top of your lungs.

THE SIX SWANS:

sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch. nettles. white feathers. refusing to smile. needles and threads. a castle in the forest. sound of beating wings. birthmarks. climbing trees. balls of yarn. silver crowns.

LITTLE RED CAP:

wildflowers. rich-tasting cake. wicker baskets. the path rarely trod. sharp teeth. curtains drawn. a dying fireplace. grey pelts. red velvet. handmade quilts. sunlight peeking through branches. opening corks with a satisfying pop. looking someone directly in the eye.

[bluesunsdusk]

— 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀

King Logan

bloodied knuckles | tear stained cheeks | rust | a busted lip | claws | fangs | a bloody nose | chattering teeth | a dark space underneath the bed | scratching noises on a wall | creaking metal | fog | dancing under moonlight | blood dripping lips | heavy breathing in the dark | a feeling of unexplained dread | a figure in a dark corner | dirty peeling wallpaper | a bloody handprint on the wall | sobbing in the dark | bite marks on the skin | eerie whispers | a hood covering a stranger’s eyes | the growl of a hidden animal | the sound of a blade being sharpened | a deep, dark forest | walking on the streets alone at night | a cobweb-filled, abandoned building | eyes darting in paranoia | a heavy beating pulse | the feeling of being trapped | struggling to get out a scream | boards covering broken windows | a quiet graveyard | a gas station in the middle of nowhere | a road that never ends | heavy fog rolling in | the scent of blood in the air | eerie old photographs | walking along traintracks at night | a chill going up the spine | gathering crows | a dusty, dimly lit study | mist over a deserted cobblestone street | ghost towns | shadows around a campfire | the sound of chanting | church bells tolling | an orange harvest moon | a broken down carnival | a dirty stuffed animal abandoned | wiping bloody hands on fabric | nightmares | waking up in a panic | a power outage | heavy lightning storms | a secret trap door | the feeling of being watched | fear from trauma | a ouija board set out on a table | an eerie doll | a scream of anguish and pain | withered plants | a room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | owl eyes in the dark | curled, dead tree branches | a ritual altar | flickering candles | a lantern held up in the dark | fear of being followed | creaking floorboards | repressed, horrible memories | clenched teeth | soft, echoing piano keys | an old book covered in dust | many pairs of glaring eyes | stumbling in pitch black darkness | being stranded in the middle of nowhere | tarot cards on a table | a trail of blood

tagged by: Nope, sorry. Nothing.

tagging: @troubledtwins @toprotectandscrve @dedecusregiis @dimetor @generalofthenorth @jeweledmaiden @kvvatch @lordandsaviorbeaver

[sonofcyrodiil]

Muse Bravery Checklist

Reblog or repost and fill out the form all about what your muse would/wouldn’t be brave enough to do. Then tag any friends you’d like to see do it as well! Note that some of these aren’t smart things to do (don’t use Ouija boards or try getting into the Dark Web, bruh) but in this case, bravery and risk are both included.

Muse: Maximus

My muse would …

[] Spend the night in a haunted building [X] Go into a burning/collapsing building to save someone [] Take a shortcut through a dark alleyway [X] Stay calm with a weapon pointed at them [X] Be confident defending themselves from an attack [] Touch a dangerous exotic animal [X] Take someone else’s punishment to protect them [X] Travel to an unknown place by themselves [X] Spend a night in the woods alone [X] Witness (or join) a seance [] Play a scary video game in the dark alone [] Explore a pitch black catacomb with only one light [] Contact the spirit of someone they once knew [] Spend the night in a cemetery [] Sit in a room with one hundred creepy dolls [] Hang their feet over the edge of a tall building [] Swim in dark, murky waters without being able to touch the bottom [] Use or accept a powerful magic spell [] Be covered in spiders, snakes, or other insects [X] Go looking for the source of a mysterious sound late at night [] Spend an hour sealed up in a coffin [X] Go sailing miles from shore without any communication [] Use a Ouija board [] Go diving in a dark, underwater cave [] Climb through a long tunnel just big enough to fit through [X] Explore a spot where cult rituals were performed [X] Go walking late at night, alone [] Spend the night in a home where someone was murdered [] Go surfing on the Dark Web [] Play an urban legend game (bloody mary, the midnight man, etc…) [X] Stay home alone with a suspected killer on the loose [] Climb a dangerous mountain where many others have died on their way to the top [X] Explore ancient ruins where strange things have happened [] Touch a supposedly cursed object [X] Check out a creepy cellar or attic [] Cross an unstable bridge over a huge drop [] Pick up a hitchhiker in the middle of the night

Tagged by: @jeweledmaiden Tagging: nooo

[crownedwithashes]

Hunger.

Rowan found mortals often thought they were on the highest tier of kill or be killed, and when that illusion was shattered, they could not overcome the hard, shaking reality of it.

He supposed that’s what the seasoned warrioress was thinking, fighting him. He moved too fast for her when she shot her arrows and he drew his bow no slower than a flash of lightning painting the sky. So far she had deflected his projectiles with her large shield. He needed to get the upper hand.

There was another near, hiding from it all. He could smell them, hear their heart’s racing cadence. Perhaps they needed aid.

His energy reserves were getting low due to his lack of feeding the past several days, but he decided to take wing anyhow. He could replace what strength was lost to the brief change with blood, taken fiercely.

He altered himself quick. A dozen bats – more? Yes, many more – erupted from his humanlike state until he was man no more. It happened for just as long as Rowan needed to get her by surprise. He flew past her defenses, past the shield, and turned back to his normal self before he shot at her again.

Thwack.

A scream. The enemy’s arm was impaled by a thick arrow shaft, and, simultaneously, pinned to a pine tree trunk behind her. She’d gone right into his trap. He couldn’t have asked for that to go more wonderfully.

It was then Rowan honed in, taking advantage.

The Lord bit and clamped down on his prey, piercing her neck, restraining her and all her fruitless struggles. A meal was a meal, and he’d earned this one like all the rest. If only she hadn’t come down on him in the first place, launching a violent attack from the woods to try and claim all he owned… Her life would still be hers to keep.

He minded his own grisly affairs for the moment, listening for the other. Were they still around? Ah, there they were. He could smell them and hear them. Would they attack when they found him?

@jeweledmaiden