#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪]

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Before I forget for a millionth time, here's the asset I drew for Cirith's google doc! Slowly working on it, most of the text portion is done now, but I'm still going to have to make more assets even if I'll probably keep the grayscale theming the one I'm using has. I just love my unhinged little guy who will still bat their eyelashes and swoon at Minthara's poison kisses like any good Talonite would.

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪] #∭ 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 - [𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬] #bg 3 tav #my baby little she who uses pronouns interchangeably

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Private | Selective | Baulder's Gate 3 Tav / Dnd pc penned by Spük

Explorations into death, disease and other triggering topics, please follow with caution.

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪] #∭ 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 - [𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑶] #putting this here so i can put it in my main blogs queue-

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The doc is coming along quite nicely if I do say so myself- just need to finish making the assets and it should be finished and then I can be considered a professional rp blog-

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪]

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Just wanted to pop on and say: I've finished Cirith's backstory so as soon as the assets are made for their google doc it will be up and ready! For now please enjoy their background below the cut. ♥

The moaning of the sick was the roosters call that dragged Cirith out of their sleep and back into the nightmare within their own home. Their body ached. Their heart pounding against their head not helping the way their stomach gnawed at them. They couldn't keep anything down. None of them could. An illness gripped their small village and the clerics left as soon as their prayers fell on deaf ears. No. The gods never cared for humans as anything other than fodder in their petty games. They were only thirteen, they shouldn’t be thinking about the existential dread that lay outside their bedroom door and yet they were the only one well enough to take care of their family. Their hooves felt uneasy on the scuffed wood. Pacing the grooves they’d already scratched into the floorboard trying not to tumble during their routine.

They followed the grooves all the way back to the dim room that housed the ghost of the man they called their father and the stain on the sheets where their mother used to lay now taken over by their younger sister, Oriella, tossing and turning with fevered dreams. The words croaked by their father falling on exhausted ears, he was fading. There’d be another body to bury by morning and Cirith was certain they were not long behind. The reapers cold grip was like a vice on everything they did in a desperate attempt to even slow what cruelty nature had already wrought upon their village. They picked up the bucket from the floor and fetched water wringing out a dirty old rag to press against their father’s clammy skin. The Gods had turned their back on them, cries and pleas from the impoverished were a drop in an ocean to higher powers.

Every day bled into the next until they had lost count. A body drug outside for the collectors the only thing to break up the monotony. More scratches in the wood from their dragging hooves until they could no longer find the strength to make their legs work and in their delirium almost thought the bells they heard were hallucinations. They fought their own body desperate to get out of their bed to peer out the window for a new sense of hope, a reason to keep fighting the cold hands on their neck. Something to hold onto before they’d meet their end. A scarred and tattoo’d figure met their gaze from the street immediately grabbing a bag and moving to their door. A ghoulish sight to most, but there was no prettier sight than the angel that cooed them back to their bed and immediately whispered honeyed words of what ailed them. Like they could just tell by staring into their eyes what ravaged their body from the inside out. 

A damp rag was placed upon their forehead and a second figure entered after the first moving to the room where they had left their sibling. Days turned into weeks and when they found the strength to stand they stood to pray with their clerics that felt like a gift from the divine themselves. The Talonites. Worshippers of the Goddess of disease, but most importantly they were willing to deal with the sick no one else would. Cirith practically groveled when they went to pack up and leave, to join them in their travels and learn everything they know. Devote their entire life to Talona and be one of her many disciples. The Fatal personally took them under their wing, leaving their sibling in the care of a neighbor.

The roads weren’t nearly as comfortable as the simple farm life the tiefling had come to know, but the company was nice. Like angels they swept into towns to give solace to the sick and count the dead. Through their study Cirith had come to realize disease was a blessing. It didn’t discriminate in who it affected young and old, it was always there to humble those whose thought themselves so far above death itself and bring them back to their knees to communion. They went out of their way to contract as many illnesses as they could, a ritual to cleanse the soul and remind them of the cold grave they came from. They enjoyed the fatigue, the fevers and the chills. They devoured as much knowledge on their god as they could admiring her in every shape and form even talking to her in their dreams. Talona was beautiful with her gaunt skin and pointed bones dancing hypnotically in the moonlight.

Their devotion turned into a quiet obsession and as they grew into adulthood, the Fatal who raised them like their own granted them the same title. A turning point in their life where they weren’t entirely sure what to do with themselves. That thirteen year old was now twenty-one and had more medical knowledge and experience than most doctors. They decided to part ways with the clergy at Baldur’s Gate seeing a new opportunity to reforge old alliances with Bhaal at the temple and possibly open another Church of Talona themselves. It wasn’t hard for Cirith to find work, big cities had a lot of dead and even more disease that most didn’t want to deal with. They found themselves working at an apothecary and running funeral services at one of the funeral parlors. A quiet job where they could focus on the more… discerning forms of their worship.

Poison and disease held hands. The apothecary gave them the excuse to make poisons to learn their antidotes, something easy to explain whenever people got suspicious, but most importantly they had made friends with a Bhaalspawn. An uneasy alliance founded on the old alliance Talona and Bhaal had, their poisons were welcome to the assassins, but more than that so were their vivisections. People forced to drink their new concoctions and being flayed alive while Cirith poked around their insides with childlike glee marking down exactly what was happening internally. Their demented devotion earned them their goddess’s blessing, a touch that was septic. It diseased everything their skin brushed against forcing them to wear enchanted gloves, but they wanted more. 

Ambition is a fickle thing, taking over the minds of its host and driving them to extreme lengths. Cirith was no exception as they set their sights and recreating the divine blight that ruined the land not even a century ago. Every part of their being craving being Talona’s chosen, her Blight Lord to show the world the unimaginable horrors their Goddess could bring. Remind them of who they used to run and cower from while cradling her followers in her teeth. Those that turned their backs on them in their youth would coming flocking to them for aid, begging the same way their father had for the clerics to stay. That was the plan… until while walking to the temple one day everything went dark and they found themselves on a nautiloid ship.

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪] #∭ 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 - [𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺]

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5,9,17,24!

30 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒗

5. 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙏𝙖𝙫 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩? 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙟𝙤𝙗? 𝙄𝙛 𝙣𝙤, 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩?

Yes actually! They worked as a funeral director and part time at an apothecary, thought they don't have any really college studied medical training, Cirith due to their worship is very knowledgeable in not only healing magic, but practical health as well. They take a lot of pride in their work as anyone really should, but there's was especially important to them as Talonite's are fragmented and wandering. Fair from the tight churches they used to hold during the Rotting Man War. They've tasted food for nobles and covered up many a Bhaalite worship to let them do what they want to do.

They had a modest home in Baulder's gate that they never really struggled to pay for once they cemented themselves in their work.

9. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙏𝙖𝙫 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨?

Cirith was on their way to work when they were taken, though they don't really care. They're comfortable on their adventure it's the most excitement they've gotten in a while.

17. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙏𝙖𝙫? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜?

Oh Cirith is incredibly good at lying, they have a smile that never does quite reach their eyes and a calm stillness that's reminiscent of the dead. They've perfected it, it's how you survive in a big city when you worship a less than good God even if the mistress is mostly forgotten. They prefer to tell half-truths as to actual lies, but sometimes you need to fake being a certain way until you get what you want. It comes naturally to them.

They don't really get upset when they're lied to unless it was a lie about something important, they're very well aware that everyone has their own motives and developments going on. Everyone wants something different, who are they to judge the ways they get it?

24. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙏𝙖𝙫 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨?

Unsettling for sure.

The kind of feeling you get when the hazmat suits walk into a hospital room. Their body is covered in ritualistic scarring and tattoos, though they have that serene smile it never quite reaches their eyes, they are always still and poised. It's like they're practicing how to be a person. Even more so when they speak, their voice is neutral, but somehow leans more feminine and the way it changes depending on who they talk to is quite noticeable. That and their worship of a Goddess of disease and poison doesn't exactly lend itself to people being comfortable in their presence though their bedside as a doctor is impeccable.

They make themselves hard to read. Though I'm sure the camp companions get used to it and I'm sure they get along with Minthara the most.

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪] #∭ 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 - [𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺] #Cirith my little meow meow; my little tav who has questionable morals

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Hi! Just popping on to say Cirith's doc is done! You can peep it on my pinned or here 🎠

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪]

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There's something so fundamentally interesting about how no one enjoys illness and yet a lot of our favorite tropes in media are centered around it. From the direct romanticization of disease in the literal sense like Hanaki Diease (flowers growing in the lungs form unrequited love) to simpler ones like caring for someone you love and even makeup trends trying to flush the cheeks and redden the nose to give a "cute" appearance. This ties into Talona and Cirith's worship of her. Cirith is not an average Talontar, they don't wear the grey robes or sell poisons for a living though they do care for the plague ridden when no one else will, no... they want to be like her.

The romanticize disease like no one else, purposely getting themselves ill like many worshippers, but... they thoroughly enjoy it. They enjoy the sick feeling itself, but also spreading it. They consider it a blessing in simple words, though their devotion goes far deeper than they can even really describe. They've even gone as far as vivisecting others afflicted by poisons they've made or new diseases they've seen to have a deeper understanding of the effects on the body. No their hands aren't clean, but they never outright wish for violence, that's not something their god desires though they did happily visit Bhaal's temple on more than one occasion.

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪] #∭ 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 - [𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺] #slapping this down before I sleep-

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4. What hobbies does your Tav have? How did they acquire these interests? & 9. What was your Tav doing when they were taken by the mind flayers?

30    𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒗

  4. What hobbies does your Tav have? How did they acquire these interests?

Cirith used to grow flowers on their balcony, not many, but a few. Each for their own little projects they were working on and each just as deadly as her touch. Speaking of their projects, he was also quite the skilled alchemist. Part of her srudies for sure, but skilled none-the-less. While they mainly focus on poisons and their antidotes, they know how to make things that bring life as well. Though he'd probably only make these to make himself useful to the camp.

He has no real interest in making such things if not for necessity of his work. I guess one could also call his doctoring a hobby, he doesn't have a license and mainly does it under the table at the back of the funeral parlor. She only really takes those with illness doctors either can't diagnose or won't touch for whatever reason.

All of these were acquired interest due to their studies of course. While Talona may be a chaotic evil goddess and certainly waged her own war or two, she is far from what she used to be and this has pushed Talonite worship into the shadows rahter than out in the open like it used to be. Though the Talontar themselves are mainly traveling doctors or apothecaries now and days, Cirith set up their shop in Balder's Gate seeing the Bhaal temple as a wonderful opportunity to be able to test their poisons on more things than rats and other animals, but that's more.... unique to their interests rather than Talonite worship itself especially since the end of the Blight Lords and the Rotting Man himself.

9. What was your Tav doing when they were taken by the mind flayers?

Answered here~

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪] #∭ 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 - [𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫] #∭ 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 - [𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺] #Cirith is such a little guy fr fr

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Minor blog update: We finally have a rules doc! Please go check it out if you aren't familiar with my main blogs rules, though there are a few tweaks for specifically this ones content.

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪]

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Hi guys! It's been a while and I wanted to put up a quick update. I know I said this blog would be low activity, but I quickly realized that I genuinely cannot keep up with 2 blogs without accidentally abandoning one or the other. So, instead of scrapping Cirith completely they are being moved to my main horror based multi-muse and re-using not only their doc but their assets there as well.

Consider this blog archived for the time being until I decide I am ready to try and operate 2 blogs once again.

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪]

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Though it isn't unexpected, Cirith is a devoted lover. Their ability to see beauty in what most would find disturbing or even disgusting makes them open to all kinds of things. Though despite this they've always had a fondness for soft love. Lips on the inner thigh from the mouth that offered blessings and praise rather than fangs dripped with loving venom to bring their ego into check. They do that enough already through their worship, they'd rather be called beautiful or godly than have their name dragged their the mud though they aren't opposed to it. The talonite is very open to all manner of things with reason.

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪] #∭ 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 - [𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺] #nsft #hi I slept through sunday HEWHRWEH

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⟨When death arrives like a bride at the isle, send me off in my brightest clothing⟩

⨻𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔵𝔪: A private and selective Baulders Gate 3 Tav / DnD Pc penned by Spük -Affiliated with: @sinistercall ; @sanguisstella ; @moonmaidened ; @moonserved -

⟨There's no reason to cry my dear, I've waited all my life for such a beauty to take my breath away⟩

⪁ Rules ⪄ ⪁About Cirith⪄

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⩔ Cirith is a death domain talontar Cleric, discussions of death, disease and other triggering content will happen; please proceed with caution ⩔

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#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪]

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𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑪𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕, they haven't felt anyone's bare skin against their hands in any way that wasn't painful for the other person and really even in his "good" end, he never will. They'll never stop worshipping Talona the only real thing that changes between her endings is how their worship changes, they will still aid horrible acts they just won't be committing them as often in a "good" ending. Unlike Astarion, their alignment never changes away from evil. They will always be that way. Talona gave them something no one else could. 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆. They wouldn't throw away everything they've ever known just to feel another persons skin under their fingers again.

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪] #∭ 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 - [𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺] #i might write smthn more about this; because it ties more into Egg's oc Ithuriel and I do not have the energy rn to write #the novel about them two I want to

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𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧?

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚

You're a loyal person to the core, and probably a hopeless romantic as well. You're full of love for those you care about, and that's both your biggest strength and weakness. You would do anything for them, even if it means hurting your own feelings. You will hide all your pain and your needs as longs as that means the rest gets to be happy. You biggest struggle is to clearly communicate your feelings, and you'll always try to avoid those conversations or pretend everything is fine (when it isn't). Remember you deserve to receive the same love you give

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪] #∭ 𝑨 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔? - [𝑫𝑨𝑺𝑯 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺] #oh man this hits different with what me and Egg have discussed about Ithuriel and them-

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𝑩𝑫𝑺𝑴  𝑻𝑬𝑺𝑻

Cirith is interesting, because they are submissive. If they could serve Talona in that way they absolutely would love to be her consort, but even in relationships they do enjoy worshiping their partner. Painting scripture on their body, as messed up as it is, they absolutely would love to take aphrodisiacs for their partner so they're even more of a mess, it's just a less deadly poison after all. All this to say they're a very devoted lover especially in the bedroom.

#∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪] #∭ 𝑨 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔? - [𝑫𝑨𝑺𝑯 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺] #∭ 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 - [𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑼𝑬] #nsft

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how does Cirith view the undead?

Cirith doesn't hold any ill will towards the undead beyond how they regard them. They really just view them as other individuals like they would anyone living, Talona herself doesn't teach anything against the undead and her consort for a while was a man that was literally rotting. That being said: Cirith respects death. It is something that in unavoidable and always nipping at your heels, there is not a single thing one can do to try and escape it. It's the great humbler of many egos who bark and whine that they are above it, that is why they purposely poison or get themselves sick. It's humbling to be brought to it's door and still be able to come back.

#∭ 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 - [𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫] #∭ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 - [𝑶𝑶𝑪] #∭ 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 - [𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺]