out of breath;
Life got really hectic randomly but it's slowing down. Would anyone like to plot because I'd like to get threads going.
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out of breath;
Life got really hectic randomly but it's slowing down. Would anyone like to plot because I'd like to get threads going.
Ar tu na'lin emma mi. I will see your blood on my blade.
indie original character in the dragon age melava inan enansal fandom. dalish elf origin. duel dagger ir su araval tu elvaral wielding rougue/warrior. freya mavor face u na emma abelas claim. experience; almost two years on in elgar sa vir mana tumblr. style; icon, gif icons, para, one in tu setheneran din liner, novella, etc. multi-verse and emma na multi-ship. tracking the tag dalishblades. mun and muse are 18+ nsfw will be lath sulevin tagged. open to rping with any fandom so lath araval ena long as we’re both familiar with each arla ven tu vir mahvir other’s fandom. oc’s are welcome. always melana ‘nehn open to plotting although life is pretty enasal ir sa lethalin hectic at the moment. skype available upon request to mutuals. dareth shiral
"And thank the Creators for that!"
The hunter scowls as he tightens the bandage around the small rogue’s leg, where the skin has been torn by a rusty leghold trap, no doubt left by careless shem.
"The Keeper’s going to have to see that. I can’t tell if it had a poison on it." Reinier sighs, pulling Nia’s arm over his shoulder so that she can move without injuring herself further. Walking with three legs means the prey will all be scared off, and he won’t be bringing back anything from the hunt, but the care of a fellow elf takes precedence, always.
Nia couldn't help but roll her eyes as she walked beside Reinier with her arm draped over his shoulder. She was angry and frustrated as her eyes gazed back on the bandage which were now covering the deep gashes on her ankle.
"Is that really necessary? I'm sure I'm fine. There's no need to get the Keeper involved."
The asininity of the remark makes Revka give an irritated sigh, head shaking before she looks over to where the Dalish girl sits by the fire with whetstone and daggers spread out in her lap.
"I’m going to regret asking this…"
"But why?”
Nia lifted her gaze up from her daggers which were sprawled out in front of her. Her face holding little expression aside from indifference as she placed the whetstone down beside her.
"You're a woman, you should know the feeling. Growing a mustache would make me a man, not just a man but most likely a shem, therefore I would be given respect." The elven woman dropped her gaze once more, grabbing her daggers as she began to polish them. "But then again, who would want to be a nasty shem man anyways?"
The Chariot, Justice, The Moon
The Chariot: A place they’ve traveled or would like to travel to.
The Anderfels is the place that had given her life and had been where her mother was laid to rest. Where one breath was first given and the last breath was taken.
Justice: A decision they wish they could do over.
There was nothing but silence behind her but she knew they were all watching as she forced the distance between her and her clan to grow greater than it had ever been before. This fight is not just their fight, we live here as well. Nia was never one to run and hide, but rather run straight into the grasp of danger in hopes that life would be better for those around her. Then it is best that I go on my own.
The Moon: Something they fear
Heartbreak is the only way that Nia can describe the pain she feels as she watches her father’s body being covered by dirt and mud. It is hard for her to watch; on the verge of tears she refuses to show anyone how she truly feels for their kind and sentimental words will never be enough.
the fool, the magician, the heirophant
The Fool: Something they’ve always wanted to try.
The unfamiliar smell of the salt fills the air that surrounds her. Nia closes her eyes as she tries to hide the soft smile that is beginning to curl up her lips. She found her self wondering what the ocean water would feel like; would it be warm like the sun’s rays? Or would it mimic the cold, icy water that is often found in Ferelden? What would the waves feel like when they crashed against her bare, freckled covered skin?
The Magician: Something they’re very good at.
There was nothing but silence as she knelt inside of the bushes. The two, young Frelden boys had drifted too close to their camp and after careful listening, Nia knew they hadn’t done it by accident. Two daggers were being held tightly in either of her hands, occasionally twisting them cautiously around her fingers. It didn’t take them long to pass her by and with cat like reflexes, the young elf launched herself up out of the cover of the brush and immediately knocked one of the boy’s down to the ground, pressing her dagger hard against his neck.
The Hierophant: Something they believe in.
What goes around comes around. And despite not always doing the right thing, it is something that the young elven women finds to be very true.
send my muse one of the following..
"Don’t panic, but I think we’ve been through here before."
Dark, emerald colored eyes immediately focused on the woman’s face. The annoyance in which she felt showed clearly on her freckled covered face. With a slow drop of her gaze, Nia shook her head and as she rolled her eyes, an exasperated sigh escaped from between her lips.
“Panic isn’t a feeling that takes over me very often. Never would be a better way to put it — “ Her voice trailed off as she stepped lightly through the forest. "We’re surrounded by trees, I’m certain that most of them look the same. Maybe you’d be able to tell the difference between them all if you hadn’t been staring up into the sky this whole time.”
Ar tu na'lin emma mi. I will see your blood on my blade.
indie original character in the dragon age melava inan enansal fandom. dalish elf origin. duel dagger ir su araval tu elvaral wielding rougue/warrior. freya mavor face u na emma abelas claim. experience; almost two years on in elgar sa vir mana tumblr. style; icon, gif icons, para, one in tu setheneran din liner, novella, etc. multi-verse and emma na multi-ship. tracking the tag dalishblades. mun and muse are 18+ nsfw will be lath sulevin tagged. open to rping with any fandom so lath araval ena long as we’re both familiar with each arla ven tu vir mahvir other’s fandom. oc’s are welcome. always melana ‘nehn open to plotting although life is pretty enasal ir sa lethalin hectic at the moment. skype available upon request to mutuals. dareth shiral
out of breath;
Would anyone like to plot with me? I would really like to get Nia more developed and get some friendships/rivalries/whatever developed as well.
⌆ ⏀ ✑ ❖ ✭
⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do
The skin on her lower lip is torn and covered in droplets of dried blood and yet her teeth skim over familiarly and begin to pull and tug at the jagged pieces.
⏀ describe their usual smile
Dimples begin to appear like the craters on the moon; prominent and unable to go unnoticed by anyone who is around her. There is a breathy laugh that escapes as her teeth slowly begin to show. A soft blush spreads across her face and up to the tips of her ears as she shakes her head, tucking the falling strands of hair back behind her ears.
✑ describe something they like without naming it
It’s dark fragments cling to the bottom of her bare, calloused feet as she walks throughout the forest. There is something calming about it slipping between her toes as she picks up her pace; something that reminds her of all the places she has been. Whether it’s warm from the sun’s rays or chilled by the clinging snow, it is the one constant of all the places she has been.
❖ describe their hands
The examination of her hands was one that made her uncomfortable. In her eyes, they were a detailed map of the life she has lived. Long, slender fingers uncomfortably curl as an attempt to hide the dirt that piled up underneath the beds of her fingernails. Scars, both small and large, cover the top side of her hands and the occasional finger and callouses decorate the palms of her hands.
✭ what is one of their favorite items?
The leather bound journal is weathered and torn from the journey and path that her life has taken her. The words inside are precious to her, the last bit of her father kept alive in his written stories that he used to tell her as a child. It goes everywhere with her and when she has the time, she will stop and fill up more pages with her own adventures.
⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do
The palms of her hands grew sweaty as she swallowed hard, attempting to hide the nervousness off of her face. Her eyes shifted quickly at a quick pace as she began to tug at the ends of the sleeves of her tunic. The fabric was torn and began to fray as she tugged and pulled at the random strings.
❤ describe how they show affection
The dimples on her face only grow as the smile on her face pulls tighter at her lips. A rosy hue of pinks quickly spread across her cheeks and up to the tips of her ears. Nia dropped her gaze, twisting her foot slightly on the tip of her toe as a light-hearted, feminine laugh escaped from between her lips. The young Dalish elf curled her callouced hands into tightly bound fists and planted it hard against their bare arm as she walked away.
⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do
⏀ describe their usual smile
⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?
❧ describe their usual sleeping position
✑ describe something they like without naming it
✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?
❖ describe their hands
❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying
§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?
❤ describe how they show affection.
✭ what is one of their favorite items?
Put one (or more) of these in my ask box, and I’ll answer them!
☾ : Sleep headcanon
☠ : Drinking/drunk headcanon
☼ : Childhood headcanon
☯ : Genderbent headcanon
⋆ : Sex headcanon
☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
☄ : Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on)
♤ : Cooking headcanon
☻ : Mood headcanon
♒ : Any other question of your choosing
Ar tu na'lin emma mi. I will see your blood on my blade.
indie original character in the dragon age melava inan enansal fandom. dalish elf origin. duel dagger ir su araval tu elvaral wielding rougue/warrior. freya mavor face u na emma abelas claim. experience; almost two years on in elgar sa vir mana tumblr. style; icon, gif icons, para, one in tu setheneran din liner, novella, etc. multi-verse and emma na multi-ship. tracking the tag dalishblades. mun and muse are 18+ nsfw will be lath sulevin tagged. open to rping with any fandom so lath araval ena long as we're both familiar with each arla ven tu vir mahvir other's fandom. oc's are welcome. always melana 'nehn open to plotting although life is pretty enasal ir sa lethalin hectic at the moment. skype available upon request to mutuals. dareth shiral