Miakardia

The Match Mark (Miakardia x Dollie)

The masked man took a half step forward, his cold eyes analysing every movement she made, the little step back, the rise and fall of her chest, the wild look in her eyes, he recognised it all. Yet, it never lasted this long... The memory of Israfil's voice echoed in the back of his head, almost like a warning, Kill the girl. The father lives. He blinks, slowly, not afraid to stop watching her briefly any longer, satisfied she was caught in the trap now, that she couldn't escape.

"Names are a powerful thing... Miss Fairbanks..." He whispers after a few seconds, letting her request hang in the air in silence. "But they will not save you now, so your question is futile and pointless." He stretches out the 's's at the end of his sentences, like before. A contract is a contract... Not to be broken... Israfil's training still stuck deep within him, and he moves quickly, wrapping his hands around the hilts of the blades and drawing them, taking three quick steps forward, raising the right blade, lowering the left for a quick jab... But then, he hesitates.

Royal Blood will spill!

I'll get a CS up tonight :)

The Match Mark (Miakardia x Dollie)

The Masked Man moved with the grace of a cat, springing forward as the girl moved from the bed. She had the advantage of being closer to the door, but he had speed on his side, with his starting position being more favourable to launch himself into a lightfooted sprint, throwing himself into a skidded crouch, stopping in front of the door, crouched forward, on hand on the floor to steady himself, and the other hand hovering over his belt, which held two sharp daggers.

"Make a noise, and your father dies." He hisses through the mask in a hurried whisper, the tone making the 's' on 'dies' stretched out, as though he were a snake. He slowly rises to his feet, coming to his full height as he watches her carefully for any movement, his hand hovering gently over one of the daggers, his blue-grey eyes dark an unblinking. "Do you know who I am?" Again, he whispers the words, lowering his other hand to hover over the second hilt as he speaks. His movements are slow, but deliberate, like a predator stalking his prey, not wishing to spook it.

Dawnguard AU [AshLeaf & Miakardia]

Name: Drakus, formerly Sildell
Age: 137, appears to be in his late twenties
Race: Formerly Bosmer, now a Vampire Lord
Gender: Male
Appearance: [link]
Height: 5'7"

Background:
Born and raised in Valenwood, Drakus was originally named Sidell. He was in his late twenties when he left his home to explore the land of Tamriel. During his time in Skyrim, he ran afoul of some skooma smugglers, and ended up being beaten to a pulp, and left in the ocean to drown. The Volkihar Vampires found him and took him in, first as a subjugate to feed from, before he was eventually turned into one of their number. Over the years, he climbed their ranks, until he was a respected member of Harkon's court, personally taking part in the slaughter of the Dawnguard following the blotting of the sun.

The Match Mark (Miakardia x Dollie)

Blue-grey eyes peered silently through the black metallic mask. The design was a simple one, light and thin, so not to slow the wearer at all, curved and pointed in the right places to easily conceal the identity hidden behind it. The man who the eyes belonged to was perched on the roof of a low building, surrounded by darkness, his dark clothes hiding him in the night as he clung to a chimney to keep himself from sliding down the sloped roof.

The eyes stared at a window about twenty metres away, only blinking when completely necessary, as though, if he were to blink he would miss something important. A little over an hour into his watching, what he had been waiting for came. The candle in the window, and the shadow that put it there. This was the fourth night he had observed the house, and the fourth night that the girl put the candle in that same window, at nearly the same time every night.

The Black Masked Man leaned forward slightly, readjusting his position. He counted silently in his head to one thousand, then let go of the chimney, sliding down the roof on his smooth-soled boots silently. He dropped to the ground, crouching on impact to lessen both the impulse from the ground, and the sound from the fall, before running from the alleyway he'd dropped into, across the street, towards the house with the candle in the window.

Silently, he followed the planned route he had checked every night since he began his watch, up some stacked barrels behind a house two doors down from the target's home, from there, he pulls himself onto the roof, and jumps to the next roof, then onto the target's roof, before lowering himself down to hang from the edge of the roof, next to her window. He hangs there for a few seconds in silence, looking into the room to ensure he can see no shapes moving, before he closes his eyes. The latch of the window raises, and the window opens a crack. The Masked Man opens his eyes, and gently pushes the window inward with his foot, hooking his heel over the windowsill and pulling himself in silently like a cat. He turns behind him as he enters the room, to push the window to, as to prevent the room becoming too cold. He is too slow however, and a chilled breeze rolls through the room, making the candle dance and flicker, before he closes the window quietly. He freezes, dropped into a crouch, dressed all in black, not breathing, not moving, not making a sound as he prays silently that the target does not stir...

Royal blood will spill! (Thread now up!)

Interested! Very interested!

Closed

... Anyone gonna post in the IC?

Skyrim RP ((Dawnguard DLC??))

@AshLeaf yes please!

Skyrim RP ((Dawnguard DLC??))

I'm interested, can I see the prompts first though, please? :)

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