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The stranger's questions mark a change in Sai's face, in his demeanor. His tail tightens around his waist, as if hugging himself, and his face drops, from that usual smirking to one of fear -- and Sai quickly hides this expression behind one of muddled surprise, and then he is unsure. The emotions run through him, his ears fluffed, his tail bristled, and he settles his hairs a bit and smooths them down with his fingers to look less frazzled.

"I... well, I..." Sai realizes he is at a loss for words. They rapidly try to come back to him, but his hesitation tells more than he can ever realize. "I don't know. I wouldn't... I never asked. I mean-- why would I?" Immediately Sai comes to the defense of the man in charge of him. "He isn't cruel. He never..." Sai spaces out his words a bit as he thinks carefully. "I don't live in a cage. I get fed twice a day. I... am safer than being all alone."

"And look at me now." Sai offered, holding his arms out. "I am here, right? He lets me go where I please. I... I have a curfew, but, it's good for me. I lose track of time so easily. It's better that way."

Sai looks up at the man, and his smile comes back, only slightly, clearly affected by the very simple question he was asked. "It's okay." Sai reassures the man. "I actually don't know how much truth there is to the idea, tabaxi hair and magic powers... but some believe it. I can make money off of it." Sai suddenly fishes around in his pockets, digging underneath his own tail which he still kept wrapped around his hips, and procures a hand woven bracelet, about a centimeter across. It is made of some silky material, threaded, and dyed different colors. This one is orange.

"Give me your wrist." Sai asks, and holds the bracelet up to the man. He attempts to tie the bracelet around the stranger's wrist but... Sai realizes all too quickly that the bracelet is too small for the man. "Oh." He feels a little foolish for that. "I uh... I guess they are built for my wrists." He admits.

"I make these. Out of my hair. Master showed me how. Mages buy them. That way they don't have to..." Sai swallows thick. "Don't have to skin me." He laughs as soon as he says it, as if it's funny, as if to deny the gruesome thought. "If they think it really works, then there might be something to it, right?" Sai had never verified it before. He never thought to.

though his mixed heritage provided the general shape of his spade ears, the curvature of them and the odd angles at his lobes betrayed more than elven parentage, distended by the changes vampirism (a relative term; he feasted with the rest of them, but little more) induced upon the body. if sai notices, he doesn't comment, and dracula feels little compulsion to provide any context to what goes unspoken.

his gaze flits between sai's face, the feline curvature of his ears, and back to eyes, snapping to take in his visage the moment he mentions slavery. dracula's brow crinkles in kind, the warm tranquil expression he'd worn merely moments before subtly souring. his mouth tightens, a few lines of age springing up between his brows. he claims he has inoculated himself with the taste of freedom, yet his word choice suggested he was yet bound, only that he had been allotted trust.

dracula was no man's savior, and rallied against some sense of misplaced heroism--he was a creature that preferred solitude, in his way--but, far be it from him to deny the part of him that still yearned to know the honeyed tastes of justice, as they were. the severity in his face lessens, but only minutely, an attempt to direct the expression not at sai himself and have him understand. ' tell me this--were you to disavow your, master, as it were, and decide you wanted to be on your own--entirely on your own, would they .. allow it? ' the very word drips with venom, disgust. even still, he settles, swallows back the surge of anger that roils under his skin.

sai may have a place somewhere else, if he can unwind the woolen veil from his eyes.

' i have heard as much. ' though, he had imagined it yet another host of lies--anyone could be inclined toward magic, the wearing of flesh went beyond even the grotesque that dracula himself indulged in. he shakes his head, not dismissively, but to assuage sai's worries. ' but i had regarded it as superstition at best, and utterly barbaric at worst. daubing chicken blood on the foreheads of peasants. ' he pauses. ' i've witnessed the savagery of man time and again, killing for the fun of it, or for their own gain. i am.. sorry, that it is something that has affected you like this. even if you do not see it. '

#sometimes you have to convince a catboy into apeshittery #and its the right thing to do #rp #ic #cursevist

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"I do like clothes... and I thought they pay you lots of money if you sleep with more than one person!" Sai does furrow his brow about the wrinkles, and he folds his arms. "I thought you said porridge is good though."

"I'm starting to think some of the things you say isn't adding up!" He swishes his tail in concern.

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"Life on the material plane is terrible. You have to wear clothes everywhere and most people get mad at you for sleeping with more than one person."

"In less than a hundred years, most mortals start to get wrinkles and their bones start to hurt and they eat icky things like... like porridge and mushed up fruits because their teeth fall out!"

#rp #ic #sanctiifico #oh no sai is beginning to doubt

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If anyone is curious, I am still primarily Bladur's Gate, but I've gone back to using older icons of Sai, just out of personal preference.

#i just think these icons are adorable ;w; #ooc #ignore me #mun speaks

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He's got a very cheaply made succubus outfit he found in Baldur's Gate, complete with a headband of tiny devil horns, and he's ready to party.

#HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN #RP starter #open rp #crack #ish #rp #ic

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"Oh, I only know a couple elves. I like the long ears. Makes me feel included." Sai smiled at the other, unable to tell there was anything wrong with his ears, or any of him for that matter -- how many elves had he truly met? Sai was sure it was only a handful... but nobody ever stayed for long.

At the man's question, Sai droops his tail a bit, thinking about the question for a moment, unsure how he should approach it. "Well... it's not painful for me. But maybe it will be painful to hear?" Sai remarked. "I did meet my parents. I just don't remember them... sometimes I think I remember the outline of them. I know I lived with them, up until some point..." He hesitates over the next thing he wants to say, worried about killing the conversation. Sai looks up at the other, and his pale looking eyes, and he feels like he shouldn't lie.

"I was a slave." Sai admits. "For thirty years." Sai counted on his fingers as if to check. "I'm not one anymore, don't worry!" Sai explained. "My master lets me go outside." His phrase seems to deny the truth of his last statement. "If you know about tabaxi, you must know people like their pelts... people use them to make mage robes. Supposedly they have magic powers... but I'm only half, so I don't have much of a pelt. Just a little fur down my spine to my tail."

"Tabaxi are rare, so half-tabaxi are more rare." A common phrase parroted around Sai when he spent his time in a box. He instinctively wraps his tail around his own waist when talking about it. Hiding it. Like he was taught. "I don't know where my parents are now... I mean, maybe they died when I was taken. They could have been gone for a long time now."

Sai flattens his ears a bit, looking ashamed of himself, and lifts his ears again. "How is that for ruining the mood?" Sai gives a sly smile.

' my family was-- ' it's difficult to recall--simply because of the passage of time. his fathers face is murky, blunted nose, strong jaw. his mother's, lupine and narrow, pale. the same black hair on either of them, his father's sheared to the brow, his mother's cascading even longer than his own. but he did remember feeling terribly small as a boy, among his parents, his cousins, his aunts and uncles. ' --not of my constitution, but certainly the source of the start of my build. ' mathias had shot up like a thin, eager rooted tree in spring, back then. so long ago, he can barely remember it, just the blur of passage.

why he entertains this boy, he isn't so sure. maybe it was simply a welcoming change to what he was typically faced with: fear, revolt, tremulous deference. it was nice, to just.. speak.

as asked, dracula watches. a hint of a smile touches the corners of his lips, his mustache moving just subtly, a line of age appearing at either side of his eyes. ' ah, ' dracula vocalizes, the vowel pleasantly stretched, ' you're half tabaxi. that explains it. i've met very few tabaxi in my travels. ' a people with an innate wanderlust, it didn't wholly surprise him that sai did not know at least the tabaxi half of his parentage.

dracula gesticulates vaguely to his own ears, politely pulling back his draped ringlets to expose them. his were tapered at the tip, but flaring bat-like the closer traveled to the lobe, hinting at their abnormality beyond his blood heritage. ' my mother was an elf. ' his hand drops, the drape of his hair half-concealing his ear yet again. ' if it isn't too.. painful, to ask--how have you gotten by, if you've not met your parents? '

#rp #ic #cursevist #the dad drac be upon ye

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While Sai doesn't know this, as he doesn't know who his parents are, Sai is actually half Tabaxi and half Moon elf. This is why despite being half-Tabaxi he's actually not very furry with hair, because elves do not grow much body hair.

Sai has a strip of fur from the back of his neck where his hairline is, that goes all the way down his back, and ends at his tail-fur. He does have chest hair, although it's more soft and fur-like, and it also trails down towards his navel and into a happy trail.

Sai really doesn't like his body hair, mostly because it makes him nervous about his viability as a tabaxi pelt -- which many tabaxi are turned into. He quite likes having his skin, after all.

#headcanon #about sai #lore. #sai hates being fuzzy #but he is a tabaxi after all #ooc

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"Well... he wasn't as big as you. I don't think at least... but he was very large. His son was as well." Sai prattled on, in good spirits, enough to recall an old friend with honesty. "It was in their blood. Although he had a very small grandfather. But he would stretch his back a lot, otherwise it would hurt. I would walk on his back sometimes." Sai explained. "It must be a tall person thing..."

"Oh?" Sai looks to the man's massive hand, and how it gestures, before Sai looks upward, and realizes what he's pointing to. "Oh yes." Sai nodded. "Watch." Sai shut his eyes, trying to focus, and carefully, began to wiggle his ears up and down, back and forth, flattening them, and raising them.

"... That's about all the tricks I can do with them." He admits. "Supposedly, one of my parents was a tabaxi, and the other was.. uh, normal, I guess." Sai shrugged his shoulders. "But I don't know them. I don't even know which one was the tabaxi. But this is what you get when you're half of one." He pointed at himself.

what a curious and inquisitive creature. their lack of immediate fear is charmingly refreshing, in the totality of open honesty--where most shirked away out of nervous, diligent respect, sai is simply there, inquisitive and bright and refreshingly truthful. so instead of becoming annoyed, he entertains him. ' do i? ' he hums, idly picking at his hefty, sharp nails. he could not imagine his image invoking the thought of another, unique as it was, but he supposed it was certainly more than possible. his curiosity settles and blossoms. perhaps it was the force of his inhuman domination that called to his felid guest.

' sometimes. ' dracula is honest. there is no reason not to be. ' but my home is terribly large. traversing it's corridors, and the many nights i've spent moving like men do--on foot, or horse, or drawn carriage--keeps me feeling young. ' an answer deserved one in kind. he gestures vaguely to sai's ears. ' these are natural to you? '

#truly his cat behavior helps him relax everyone around him #or maybe it's because he's dumb hgjhkj #rp #ic #cursevist

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Commission for @japanne of their warlock tabaxi! REALLY loved working on this piece! (And I feel I'm getting better at drawing furries! :D)

#dnd #Tabaxi #art by op #beautiful

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"And I'd surely freeze to death in Vassa. It sounds miserably cold from what you've told me. I don't even know how you survived..." Sai couldn't even imagine a full blooded tabaxi, even with thick fur, could handle such a cold climate, but then again, he heard they lived in jungles, not in the cold... so Sai didn't know.

"Well, if you put it that way, it sounds terrible. I think old soul just means... you have a soul like an old man. Like a man that knows everybody in a small town. Like it always feels familiar even when it isn't." Sai flicks his ears a bit. "Hopefully most people get to sleep. Especially with this tadpole nonsense..."

The tiefling shook his head. "Avernus? Never. I'd melt, for one thing." He may be a tiefling, but he was a child of the winters, not a child of hell. "I don't really like extreme heat. I can handle it, thanks to my blood, but doesn't mean I like it." Food was another matter, though, and Yul cradled the burning soup.

"Old souls sounds so..." The tiefling made a face, clearly not liking the idea. "...You'd think that after the first go about, your soul wants to sleep. I know I would like to sleep after all this." He waved at his left eye - the same eye that the tadpole was injected in.

#rp #ic #moonlitdelirium

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“Alright, catboy. You know my games and I know yours. How about we unionise and put these fools to work, so we both survive.”

"You don't know my game, vamp." Sai huffed, fur at his neck fluffing up. Sai never could be so haughty as he is now, but he can't help it, there is a rising bravery he has in his skills when he sees how Astarion behaves. "If we're going to do that, I need to teach you how to really put someone to work. You don't even know the half of it!" Sai whispers with an urgency, jerking his tail a bit and fluffing it in a part of excitement, he can't help holding this knowledge over Astarion's head.

"Watch a pro show you how it's done." Sai says this and immediately walks over to the resident wizard of the camp, big eyes and twitching ears, listening to Gale talk for over half an hour straight before gently guiding his conversation towards food and convincing him to try his hand at making khachapuri.

#rp #ic #GET ON MY LEVEL #laceratiio

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Lenny Kragba photographed by Mert & Marcus for Dolce & Gabbana Casa 2022 Campaign

#aes. #beautiful #Lenny Kragba

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Send me ❅ to find my muse out in the cold, under-dressed and almost passing out from hypothermia.

#askmeme

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hell hath no fury like a boytoy distraught

#sdfgfhgjhkj #aes. #crack #about sai

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"You think he wont let me come home?" Sai can't help leaning into Haarlep's warm hands, and fluttering his ears a bit, but he huffs all the same. "I can come back... And you can still buy me plenty of things."

Sai wags his tail from side to side, but settles it down eventually. "I'm not leaving forever. This is the only home I've ever known."

"Oh, don't be like that, my precious little kitten." Haarlep holds Sai's face, clawed fingers gently massaging the tabaxi's fuzzy ears. "I'll give you all the treats you could dream of, in his stead!"

"You are my favorite, you know. I would miss your pretty face and your sweet purring, if you left. Impies are not remotely as fun to dress up either, they just don't have your curves."

#rp #ic #sanctiifico

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"Shh." He shushes up to the man, pressing his finger to his lip in emphasis, gazing up at the man into his eyes. "One of your monsters. It's following me." Sai attempted to gather more fabric, like a curtain to hide behind a window dressing. Sai flattens his ears as he hears the telltale sound of the dangerous monster, thunderous wings, flesh-ripping teeth, a piercing shriek. He hisses, fur on his hackles raising. "It's coming!"

Around the corner, a small shadow darts forward, then flies up towards the ceiling.

A bat.

the subtle shifts in sensation and the weighted adjustments of his cape alerts dracula to their presence--and more so, whatever machinations they were employing. he feels the cape end lift, then settle; a suspicious silhouette in the shape of his companion takes form beneath the raven veil, distending the smooth curtain of his cloak. softly, touched with incredulity, ' ... what are you doing? '

#rp #ic #cursevist #sai: KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT

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"... That's the same thing that Raphael does to me!" Sai scoffed. "He hasn't given me a treat in years."

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"You cannot go to the mortal plane! They will take all your fur! And... and put you in a cage! And won't give you treats!"

#rp #ic #sanctiifico

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Sai is a Bard/Warlock whose patron is a certain Incubus. This is a headcanon I run in tandem with @laceratiio's Haarlep. I won't force this headcanon on any other Haarlep blog! This is simply a thing me and Mirza write in agreement as Sai knows Haarlep personally. If anyone doesn't want to write that, Sai can very easily be patroned to another completely different incubus/succubus for the sake of RP.

That being said, two things are going on with this:

Sai is not a very good warlock.

Haarlep (or the Incubus in general) is not a very good patron.

So good luck with Sai actually managing to cast a spell because his patron is probably asleep.

#mini hc #lore. #about sai #hgjkjlk #sai: cast that whip thing!!! #haarlep: the what??? #sai: I DONT KNOW THE LATIN #haarlep: ITS A FIVE LETTER WORD #sai: IF YOU CAN TELL ME THAT YOU CAN CAST IT FOR ME!!!