[[I did a filler girl loosely based off of Vaermina’s Oblivion statue~ I can change it later. c:]]
((EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE))((Azura
Azura stop it
I’m going to squish your face))
((Mama being sexy
Azura being adorable
Nocturnal not giving a fuck)
I appear to ‘not give a fuck’ because I have a difficult time understanding precisely it was required for me to come out here, child.
I quite like my time in the darkness of Evergloam and I wish to return. This sunlight is not my domain.
(via necro-mantic)
I do not question the honor of your words, Dark Lady, but I do question your sudden interest in me.
My sudden interest in you?
You are so confused, child.
Did I approach your shrine? Did I disturb you in your rest?
I think not.
Choose your next words carefully, child, they are dangerously close to being your last.

*rubs the back of his neck*
So you say…
Do you question the honor of my words, mortal?
Would you rather I make things more complicated?
It can be arranged…

Cautious.
*He doesn’t flinch nor move, merely watches her every move carefully*
*She smiles wickedly*
You mortals are so easy to fluster.
You have nothing to fear from me, child. I am not like my siblings.
There’s always something with you Daedra. It’s never simple.
*looks mildly irritated*
I demand no prayer. I demand no worship. There are but three mortals who’s souls I shall keep, and they choose themselves.
I do not know how much simpler it can get, child.
thedarkinthewoods replied to your post: Nocturnal, please forgive me. My armor has been badly damaged in a fight. *Sinking to her knees into a bow before her, the elf lowers her head* Please, will you fix it for me?
Oh, Nocturnal, words cannot express my thanks! Your armor has saved my life many a time, and for that and your generosity, I thank you profusely.I require no such thanks.
I have few servants, it behooves me to keep them… living.
Though, even in death you will serve.But Nocturnal, surely there is some quest you need completed, or some chores to be done? My soul weeps with the fact that I have not been praying to you as much as I should have in these past few fortnights..
F-forever I will serve you, Nocturnal- as long as I am, I will serve. Have there been others who have tried to… leave?
I desire no prayers, child. Simply attend to your duties at my shrines and that is sufficient.
To sate your curiosity, yes, there was one who tried to leave.
He did not survive the attempt.

I can kinda see that. Sorry for making you a little mad.
I was not angered, child.
Yet.
Though further pressing of this issue will likely change that.
Right. Sorry. Err… I should get back to my trading of things, yah. Goodbye Miss Night. *walks out a little stiff*
Farewell child.
Shadow hide you.
thedarkinthewoods replied to your post: Nocturnal, please forgive me. My armor has been badly damaged in a fight. *Sinking to her knees into a bow before her, the elf lowers her head* Please, will you fix it for me?
Oh, Nocturnal, words cannot express my thanks! Your armor has saved my life many a time, and for that and your generosity, I thank you profusely.
I require no such thanks.
I have few servants, it behooves me to keep them… living.
Though, even in death you will serve.
I can kinda see that. Sorry for making you a little mad.
I was not angered, child.
Yet.
Though further pressing of this issue will likely change that.
Cautious.
*He doesn’t flinch nor move, merely watches her every move carefully*
*She smiles wickedly*
You mortals are so easy to fluster.
You have nothing to fear from me, child. I am not like my siblings.
Asked by thedarkinthewoods thedarkinthewoods
You are forgiven, child. The armor is not meant to be decorative, it is meant to protect in battle, and damaging it thus is no offense.
Submerge the armor in Ebonmere, and when you retrieve it, you will find it restored.
Oh errr… actually I was wondering if the Skeleton Key is available for use.
No.
Do not ask for it again, child, or there will be… consequences.
OK ok… Don’t need to go D.B. on me, I was just curious.
Apologies, child. It is a bit of a… sensitive issue for my agents and myself.
So, uh… why… are you talking to me? It’s not like I’ve been blessed with any sort of… subtleties.
*She comes close, laying a hand gently on your cheek*
Do I make you nervous, child? You have done nothing to anger me.
*He stares at her, brows furrowed before taking a step back*
Nervous isn’t quite the word I’d use.
What word would you use then, child? I’m so curious…
*She walks her fingers up your chest, then boops your nose with her fingertip*
Oh errr… actually I was wondering if the Skeleton Key is available for use.
No.
Do not ask for it again, child, or there will be… consequences.

So, uh… why… are you talking to me? It’s not like I’ve been blessed with any sort of… subtleties.
*She comes close, laying a hand gently on your cheek*
Do I make you nervous, child? You have done nothing to anger me.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY