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Z3R0

activity is shaky, getting back into the rhythm of things. replies and such will be sparse but I will try to keep them more consistent

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new oc in the works to write, coming soon

She’d quickly sweep him up off his very feet, an ancient strength passed down through the blood of dragons and their kin.

In almost a bridal style, she flashed a smile, watching his reaction with utter curiosity.

“ Hmmmm. . . ”

She thought deeply, eyes shutting for a moment to think of a worthy favor to claim.

“ Do you have any books? Vaults of knowledge that I may browse to my heart’s content, darling? ”

A short giggle followed as she took note of the effects her affection left in him.

Perhaps. . .

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statement.

“ Ah, but alas, my coin does no good here.

Oh well. ”

Sigyn flashed that toothy smile once more, draconic fangs of pearl reflecting the shimmering light of a star above.

“ Hey, do you what you wish with it, mate. I don’t blame you, but you know your lass ‘ere has the gold.

Ever short, I can lend some, ” she leaned in closely, a pair of arms wrapping around the marine, ” with interest.~ ”

She let out a heart laugh, a short nuzzle to his cheek to soften the

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a fine ruby, polished beyond belief.

It was in masterful condition.

“ For you, Cron. It has no special properties, unfortunately, but it does fetch a handsome price. ”

will like. ”

A hand began to ditch into her pouch, crawling past all the coins and trinkets within the unfathomably deep satchel.

Eventually, she pulled out a long amulet, the entire thing adorned with silver, engraving off an unknown language carved into an amulet, which surrounded

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“ Wonderful mischief about with me, but I doubt you’d want to draw the eyes of the authority here.

After all, you’re so prestigious. ” She gave a playful, her tail snaking and twitching along the ground.

“ I do have a little gift for you, from my travels, of course. Something I believe you

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Bracers fell to the ground, her arms covered in large scars of black, almost like vines in shape and form.

Corruption, clear as day.

If only she’d stop reading that damned book.

She released a soft chuckle, giving a toothy grin in the process.

“ I’m sure you have, dearest. ”

Her head inched closer for a second, shifting just slightly to the side to plant a short kiss on his cheek.

“ Have fun without me? ”

“ What a pleasant little surprise, that’s the voice of dear Cron.~ ”

The mistress turned, a clawed finger pressing underneath his chin.

“ Been awhile. ”

!!NSFW!! post from artist: https://x.com/_buta99/status/1923730602718835186?s=46&t=Gm2fSlbDeCFHyGbHsA_TeA

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obligatory new Sigyn art

(full pic is nsfw, not posting that. check alt text, you’ve been warned.)

Yaaaawn.~

Some traveling takes a toll.

Ready to face the new day, she is.

adventure sometime, hm? ” She offered, though her eyes flashed some concern towards Tsuki’s safety should she accept.

“ Wouldn’t be my first time dancing with bandits, you should know what danger they present.

Not to us, but to those around here. ”

a few hundred coin left.

I picked up a contract on my venture around the square. Though. . . well, you’d best read yourself. ”

A free hand removes the rolled up contract from her satchel.

“ It’s clearly dangerous, perhaps more so than the cretins within that cave. You up for

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“ Enjoy it, Tsuki. You can always haggle with a hidden hand to turn things in your favour. ” Sigyn flashed a toothy grin.

The Dragonborn hoisted the dress up around her shoulder, nearly forgetting the full purpose of coming out this fine morning.

“ Seems the cold has almost run dry, perhaps

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Coin was a mere object to her. She was willing to dive head first into danger for more.

Alternatively, she could visit the stash underneath the old manor of her forerunners, just to take another bag of gold around with her.

. . . But not with Tsuki around. Perhaps at another time.

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Z3R0

wow. it has been.

awhile.

hi, everyone. im slowly regaining some muse back (motivation as a whole).

this is a general message for all my accounts, but ill try what i can to get back into writing today. very sorry for dropping off for a long time.

Z3R0

im currently going through the motions of a breakup, which definitely is another wall for motivation

im be back soon once im collected and back in a stable mind

Z3R0

i am experiencing such an intense bout of writers block. i really do not know what is causing it, apologies for any delayed responses, i am trying my best

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she’d be clear to grab the article of armour.

Annnnd that seems just about all the coin she brought with her. Only a handful of coin left, enough to get by, but she’d have to commit to more contracts later to make it back up.

smile, those pearly white fangs just barely reflecting the morning sun.

With some hesitation, the apprentice would offer the armour at a lower price, just above half: 415.

Doable.

She reached in her pouch, pulling out tied rolls of coin, all count by the hundreds. After a second of counting,

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in that wonderful article of armour there. Did you make that?

Now, you must know that 800 is just, ” she scoffed quietly, “ too much of a price. That’s no insult to that quality, but. . . surely you wouldn’t charge little ol’ me such a hefty price, hm? ”

Sigyn offered her brightest of

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Her hand would begin to glow for a moment, white energy turning to a soft pink. A snap of the fingers, the spell dissipated. Then. . . she walked up to the vendor. A young sir, clearly an apprentice.

Nothing a charm spell and sweet talking can’t fix.

“ See there, dear, I am quite interested

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floral patterns, tempered by flame for extra strength.

This all was simply listed over a price of. . . simple 800 gold.

If only she hadn’t left her bag of holding behind, “ Hm. . . Eight hundred, now that is a hefty asking price. ”

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“ Armoured dress, you say? ”

Her eyes shifted over to the nearby armourer, eyeing an amour stand with, well, an armoured dress on display.

Magically infused allow, lined with iron chainmail and added leather to improve comfort.

Not to mention the smithy’s own person touch: Gilded gold in

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“ Hm,” Sigyn grunted, folding the parchment and sticking it in her pouch.

“ Now, for Tsuki. . . ”

Scanning the crowd, she’d eventually find a glimpse of the short canine, calling out, “ Oi, Tsuki! Over ‘ere! ”