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4 yrs ago
Current Apologies for being offline. As if the break up wasn't enough, my parents' house caught fire and is now uninhabitable and, despite the lockdown, I've been helping them sort all that out.
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4 yrs ago
To my partners; apologies for the lax responses, I just split up with my boyfriend so things are a bit crazy.
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4 yrs ago
Playing catch up; I haven't (intentionally) ghosted anyone, sorry for my disappearance. <3
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4 yrs ago
Apologies for disappearing; had a uni deadline. Will be responding to OC and IC posts this weekend. Thank you all for your patience. <3
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4 yrs ago
Apologies for the delay in responses; I kinda quit my job for a whole host of reasons, so needless to say, things are hectic.
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Malice [mal-is] - noun -
  • Just your friendly neighbourhood goth
  • A drinker of obscene quantities of gin


British // Mid-twenties // Protector of Guinea Pigs
[[PhD Student :: Death Academic :: Forensic Anthropologist]]


  • Casual/Advanced Roleplayer
  • 10+ years experience
  • Plays M, F and NB (plus all pairings)
  • Likes dark, gritty fantasy
  • Also likes dumb, supernatural comedy
  • Dislikes having character traits dictated (e.g., must play dom/M)
  • Romance optional
  • Hit me up (or don't)






★ Current Games ★
  • Siege at Swordeye (high fantasy/expansive world/warfare) - Lysander L'Ecuyer, NB
  • Isle of Legends (reimagined Arthurian Legend) - Arturia Pendragon, F
  • They Walk Among Us (supernatural/slice of life) - Cosmin Ardelean, M
  • Contradictory (supernatural/slice of life) - Sam, FtM
  • Bayonetta May Cry (Bayonetta x Devil May Cry crossover) - Dante, M
  • The Devil You Know (Neptunia x Devil May Cry x Persona crossover) - Dante, M
  • You're My Heroin (contemporary/dark/gangs/sex work) - Zach Miller, M
  • Come As You Are (sci-fi/human experiments/war) - Tristan Verney, M
  • Luxor: Realm of Romance (isekai/otome) - Esther Arceneaux, F
  • Souls of Prejudice (high fantasy/exploration of oppression) - Khyren Iadian, M
  • Obsession of Red (supernatural/drugs/addiction) - Felix Webb, M

Most Recent Posts

Doink.
Yeah, I was wondering if maybe someone took the opportunity of Lokkir and Aeris being away to their advantage for political sabotage. And/or try to maneuver things while the pair are travelling so as to cause problems. For example, if one of them were to die in the company of the other, then it would shatter the peace treaty.

(I am, of course, not suggesting we actually kill our characters. That'd be odd. But people could certainly try.)

Also, I imagine most of the kickback re: dragon would be Hudvalr? I can't imagine dragons are seen as anything more than big, scaly monsters in Qaeltine, so doesn't have the same significance for them.
No worries! Life is super busy my end too! Thanks for letting me know though!
I'll format the post properly when I'm not on my phone. Also, I read your IC reply when I wasn't logged in, so just dismissed the notification so didn't see the OC messages until now because I'm an eejit.

I'd be happy with either of those! Though I can imagine Aeris at least would prefer something more adventurous. She never wanted to be involved in politics, particularly and would leave it to her brother if she could (she can't. Why? Because I say so and she bows to my whims.)

I'm not sure what she would think of a dragon. Though it would be a good symbol of peace for a Qaeltine Princess to have one.
Aeris’ sleep that night was deep but not restful. More than once she saw flashes of fire and blood. She dreamt she saw her father, watched him butchered and slaughtered at the hands of the Hudvalri. Aeris reached for him with both hands, flesh and bone, only to have them torn from her by a beast with wings and fangs and scales and an oppressive scent of death.

Though the nightmares had not been real, the anger and sorrow that beat in her chest upon waking were. She grumbled in a half sleep, pulling the blankets closer, as if she might be able to disappear into their warmth, never rising again. Aeris raised a hand to her face, to brush away the errant strands of hair that had fallen there during slumber. Searing panic shot through her, enough to dispel the last, groggy remnants of sleep; though she moved her arm, she felt nothing on her face where her hand should be.

The fear dissipated quickly, as realisation and remembrance flooded her thoughts. It had been years since she had lost the limb, but even now, when she had long since come to terms with it, it still managed to surprise her. The feeling of dread, the sick feeling at the pit of her stomach, while the moments she felt it lessened over time, the intensity never wavered.

Aeris raised her hand, her left one, to her face and found her cheeks damp. She had been crying, she realised, though over what she could no longer recall, as the frightful dreams became hazier and hazier with every waking second.

Aeris propped herself up on her elbow, amber eyes peering into the dusky gloom of the unfamiliar room, her dark hair tousled and the bridal makeup that had been so carefully applied was smeared and tear stained.

So yesterday had happened. For better or for worse, she was now a married woman and the houses of Hudvalr and Qaeltine were united, at least on paper if not in spirit.

There was the sound of someone clearing their throat and Aeris craned her neck, finding Lokkir at the foot of the bed, in what appeared to be a decidedly more chipper mood than she.

Lokkir; her enemy, her husband.

"Mm?" He had spoken to her, but it took a moment for the words to sink in. "Oh, your bindings. Of course," Aeris smiled as she spoke. There was something oddly comforting about knowing her husband, like she, could not let the world see his body. For him, it was his chest, for her the remnants of her arm. Few people had seen Aeris sans metal arm, and those who had were related by either the blood in their veins or the blood they shed together on the battlefield.

To others, they might appear defective, wrong or grotesque, but at least with each other they knew this to be false. Idly, Aeris wondered if Lokkir's body brought him as much mental anguish as the stump on her right still could.

Aeris rolled onto her side, scrambling for the prosthetic she had discarded the night before. With the cool metal in her grip, she sat up, legs crossed on the bed, attaching the limb with care and dexterity. It took only a few moments before there was a soft whirr as she stretched the false fingers, nerves and wires once more connected. She pushed herself off of the bed and padded towards Lokkir, not attempting to hide her nakedness. She had nothing to fear from him, and nothing to be ashamed of.

Aeris took the binding.

"This may be cold," she warned; it was surprising how many people reacted with shock at the lack of warmth in her right hand. It was silly, really. Aeris took the cloth and examined it, before indicating with her good hand for Lokkir to turn around. She wrapped the cloth around his chest, pulling as tight as she dare; while historically she may have wanted to suffocate him, she did not now. "There. Is that okay?" She asked securing the fabric in place.

"Lokkir," she began, picking her words carefully, stepping away from the other, "does it hurt? Your body, I mean. Not being the body you want." Her left hand gingerly stroked the cold, dark fastenings of her arm, tracing the sharp lines with her fingers. "Not being the body you expect to see in the mirror."
Putting a bump here.
Bump.
**gasp** How dare you. Quick, change them back. >:|

I jest. That's absolutely fine; bit easier to read, actually. I did wonder if I was going mad earlier when I read the reply though, haha.
@shylarah no worries, I understand! I'm glad you're trying, but honestly, not rush! I'm not going anywhere and I like this plot enough that I'll still be interested even if it takes you weeks/months to get something written. Don't stress yourself over it! ^_^
Bump; space for one more!
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