Na via lerno victoria.

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Fri, 03 May 2013 12:03:12 -0400

richiouslynerdy: An anon kindly requested a Fenris sketch?...

Fri, 03 May 2013 09:01:22 -0400

An anon kindly requested a Fenris sketch? Here ya' go lil buddy.
Have an irritated Fenris with a dainty butterfly.

I am sorry, I tried, but I don't know how to Fenris?

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Thu, 02 May 2013 12:03:16 -0400

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Thu, 02 May 2013 09:01:28 -0400

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Wed, 01 May 2013 12:03:32 -0400

soldadito: FENRIS SMILE APPRECIATION POST *cause I took a bunch...

Wed, 01 May 2013 09:01:22 -0400

soldadito:

FENRIS SMILE APPRECIATION POST

*cause I took a bunch of random screen caps and a lot of them were of him smiling so yeah :D

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Tue, 30 Apr 2013 12:03:23 -0400

uonsei: finished :3

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 09:01:29 -0400

uonsei:

finished :3

I like the view.

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 12:03:24 -0400

I like the view.

Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:01:42 -0400

Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons

absentsomnolence: She nods in agreement, but says nothing about it. She doesn’t think she can add...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 23:45:03 -0400

absentsomnolence:

She nods in agreement, but says nothing about it. She doesn’t think she can add more to it than he has already said, so silence seems like the wisest choice. She saw nothing wrong with innocence, but ignorance was something she dreaded; to her, ignorance was not not knowing but being able to know and understand and choosing to ignore it. She was hungry for knowledge partially because she didn’t want to be among such people. If people wanted to explain something to her, she would listen and try to understand, because she sought for the sort of power she wasn’t supposed to have:

Knowledge.

Zaniah had been a good moiral and taught her much more than anyone ever did and if she was the person she was now, she had much to thank her moiral for. That was why she couldn’t accept that maybe, just maybe, such a strong troll was dead. She’d have swapped places with her at any time, but life was not so kind; both of them were made immortal by the whims of the game, but there were still ways to be killed after reaching the divine tier.

Fear gripped on her guts at the thought, but she shooed it off as firmly as she could. It was not time to think of dead friends and regrets, it was not time to wonder if the one person who made her better was dead. Hope had to be had, after all, and she would believe in it until someone proved her wrong.

Touches, to the maroonblood, were foreign and she’d rather keep them to people she was familiar with, as she had never been the touchy-feely type of person, but she wasn’t scared of it. Not completely, though. She had been too used to the feeling of being alone on her own to get used to being touched by anyone at all, even more so because she had a hard time making new acquaintances. There was also fright in lowering her guard down, but even so, she didn’t mind having her hand squeezed by his.

It didn’t mean much, did it?

“I think I am going to go with the wooden sword first. I am not sure if it is wise for someone who’s learning to wield something that can cause harm not only to them but to those who try to teach them.”

The troll said. Swords seemed more dangerous than crossbows and bows themselves when it came to learning, even if she had had her share of wounds thanks to the head of her arrows when she was nothing but a wriggler.

Her response - or rather, lack thereof, was, at the moment, and in this vein of conversation, preferred to any sort of response. Any more would get him fired up and passionate in this small debate, and he did not want that. Innocence was not something he ever had, and such, he could never have a problem with having or not having. Ignorance was something he knew well - and loathed how he knew it well in turn. Knowledge almost scared him, in a way, as he was not used to learning or anything of that sort, gaining something that was not harmful to him or that did not have any sort of negative impact from gaining it was new. A good new, but then, a frightening new on the opposite side of the coin.

Thinking of dead friends was never a good vein of thoughts to be set upon thinking. It was certainly not one he enjoyed to contemplate, not after the splintering of his friendships when they all went their separate ways - he had not seen some of them in a year or so, good enough time to be deceased.

It was better not to dwell on it, though.

The pain at a touch, even small, was enough to make him shy away from physical affection, from anyone, and the memories it brought up were the top of that spear of fear and anger that drove him completely away. He was not touchy-feely in the least, the exact opposite more like. Afraid, shy, no matter how brusque he appeared he was secretly - and sometimes not so afraid.

To someone unused to touches, it could mean a lot of things, or none.

“Wooden it is, then. We can also get something for you for when you are able to use the more destructive kind as well. Simple, nothing too elaborate.”

Even wooden swords could leave nasty bruises, he was a witness and someone who had experienced such, but they were certainly safer than metal and steel were.

angryglowingelf started following streetratofkirkwall

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 23:35:55 -0400

streetratofkirkwall:

Averill had always held herself above most of the other grubby little street urchins that she came in contact with daily. She had a business, she wasn’t some dumb kid who relied of the chantry for charity or begged in the streets or stole coin off those stupid enough to let a kid get away with their coin purse. She wasn’t the type to stop and gawk in the streets at some unusual sight.

Okay, so maybe she occasionally partook in the last one, and occasionally translated to when a really fascinating looking elf passed her by on a delivery. She was going in the same direction and as long as she didn’t quite look like she was following him like a lost puppy it couldn’t bother him too much. Besides, she’d never seen an elf like him before, his tattoos looked so cool, but then when she continued to look she thought they might have been scars and that just made the mysterious elf cooler.

He had the distinct feeling that he was being followed.
Not as in the stalking followed, as a hunter would approach their prey, or anything like that. But a different kind, one that made him more uneasy than completely on edge.
Although by what, he wasn’t sure yet, the passersby both behind and in passing of him, as the name would imply, all did not seem that suspicious. And none had their eyes on him for more than the usual span of time that most did when he passed

Then he saw him - her? he could not tell - the smaller human, a child, that much he could figure, one who would have blended into the surroundings and behind legs if not for the alert eyes trained on his figure. Brow furrowing, he stopped, turning completely around to face the child, eyebrows raised in both confusion and curiosity.
If he stared at them long enough, it might provoke a reaction, whether he was right and he was being followed or not, the answer would come soon enough.

pimpingweapons: Beautiful Chinese Jian Short Sword with Jade...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 12:03:37 -0400

pimpingweapons:

Beautiful Chinese Jian Short Sword with Jade Bodied Silver Place Accented Mineral and Cloisonne Appo.

Sold at Auction: $9,500

coffeeandtacos: #sketching #swords

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 09:01:33 -0400

coffeeandtacos:

#sketching #swords

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Sat, 27 Apr 2013 12:03:13 -0400

mcegberts: heyo bloggers of the world.i’m john and this most certainly isn’t jackass. I...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 11:07:23 -0400

mcegberts:

heyo bloggers of the world.
i’m john and this most certainly isn’t jackass.

I don’t know what jackass is but if it certainly isn’t it that must be a good thing.
I think.

Who are you.

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Sat, 27 Apr 2013 09:01:17 -0400

angryglowingelf started following you

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 21:18:55 -0400

ser-cullen:

It was the same for Cullen, alcohol made him relax “So..Fenris how are you? Haven’t seen you in awhile..” He was making an attempt at small talk that was obvious. Just the small bit of wine he had, made his tongue a bit loose. Cullen was a lightweight when it came to drinking.

It was a very potent relaxing agent, that was for certain, and it was that way for most people.
As the barmaid returned with his ordered drink, he takes a sip, wincing at the taste before downing most of the glass, eyebrows raising at the sound of Cullen’s voice.

“I am doing alright - no complaints, that is for sure.”

That was unusual in of itself, usually there was always something going on, but there had been nothing of note within the last few weeks.
The relaxation time was strange, but nice. Always nice.

“And yourself? Being the Knight-Commander must have some interesting occurrences during the time we have not seen each other.”

angryglowingelf started following you

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 15:23:09 -0400

ser-cullen:

Cullen turned his gaze to the elf and offered him a small smile “Ah..hello Fenris and just Cullen is fine.” He sipped at his drink and set it down, he tilted his head and indicated the chair “Have a seat if you like..” He would welcome a chat honestly, the Knight-Captain could use it.

The small smile from the templar, he returned with a small upturn of his lips. Not exactly a smile, but it was close enough to be considered one.

“Then Cullen it is, from now on.”

Rapping his gauntleted fingers on the top of the chair for a few moments, he pulled it out and sat down in it rather quickly after the incline of the other’s head in it’s direction, signaling for the bartender to get him another drink. Relaxation in the form of alcohol is a good way for him to loosen up enough to converse.

fyeahswords: á Spottarar Bani by Cedarlore Forge on Flickr.

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 15:18:44 -0400

fyeahswords:

á Spottarar Bani by Cedarlore Forge on Flickr.