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— 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 Worm Cult Lieutenant | Necromancer | Vampire | Morally depraved | Quick to violence | Slow to trust | Paranoid | 6’3” | Dunmer | Doomed for Coldharbour #TESRP | #FantasyRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

|| They hate the fish 😔

|| Guys, they’re rate limiting the fish

It was Vademi’s turn to pout, though she returned to a soft smile after a few moments. “Well, I’m here now.”

“So,” she stood straight following the returned kiss, “what have you been doing? I miss anything?”

Setting her arm around Leila’s shoulders, she stooped down just enough to kiss the top of her head. “Of course.”

Vademi cracked a fanged grin, and a brief, breathy snicker managed to escape her. “Of course it has, dear. I’m teasing.”

“Depends.” The vampire watched as the other bite her. It was the though and effort that counted, not so much the results. “Do you feel like it’s working?”

“D’awh, thank you.” And with that she’s ruffling Leila’s hair.

“Ah. I was hoping the bite marks were a gift.”

Staring for a long few moments. “Do I taste good?”

At least she doesn’t reek.

“Well that’s just rude.”

Cue the loudest possible yawn.

Not at all.

Yuck. Smelly lycanthrope.

“Unless he’s undead or doesn’t mind fatal consequences, I’m afraid there isn’t much to teach.” The self-inflicted wound, a narrow tear just above the hollow of her throat, was already on the mend. Gray flesh was fusing together in real time, all without leaving a scar.

Who said anything about spells?

“Isn’t it?” Entirely indifferent to the small hole through her neck, Vademi turned to retrieve the spearhead. The trinket was promptly pocketed. “But not deserving of any applause, I reckon.”

Pushing a spearhead through one side of her neck and out the other, letting it clatter to the ground without so much as a drop of blood. “Ta-da.”