Aquila in the Woods

A bell and sign hang from a tree near Honeystrand Cave, reading; “Apothecary and Medical Assistance Inside: Ring before Entering".

A young Imperial woman lives within, selling goods and offering healing to all in need.

Specializes in health beneficiaries, but offers skill enhancers as well as various soaps, oils, fragrances, teas and more.


((Elder Scrolls RP blog))

((Follows the tag: aquilainthewoods))

((Gorgeous Sidebar Art (above) by: tatyanakarinasebroski.tumblr.com))
((I’m not surprised at all.
Welcome to Honeybadger- I mean Honeystrand Cave!))
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((I’m not surprised at all.

Welcome to Honeybadger- I mean Honeystrand Cave!))

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((When I’m in a terrible mood, such as now, it’s nice to have a place to come to that’s just.. overflowing with hot vampire pinups. 

Really makes it hard to stay angry when faced with so much booty.))

Anonymous asked: [Clears throat obnoxiously.] Excuse me! I would like to take a moment of your time. Alright, this little message is me telling you how thankful I am to see you around this writing community of ours. It’s always a pleasure to see you on my dash. Your character is positively fantastic in every way, and you -the person behind such a wonderful creation- are amazing in so many ways that I can’t even begin to list them. Please remember that you are adored here, okay?

((.. Y’ know, sometimes I hate it here. I feel overwhelmed, uninteresting, and extremely inadequate. I’m frequently exhausted by the hateful words thrown around this place, and it all too often becomes a source of stress that I have to leave for a while.

But then there are people like you. People who remind me that there are twice as many good things and people in this community as there are bad. People who keep me coming back and make me happy that I do.

I don’t know who you are, but I don’t need to. I don’t need to put a mod or a character to this message to know that it comes from a very wonderful person. Thank you for taking a moment of your time to send out such kind words. I hope you remember that you are adored here as well.))

Anonymous asked: Tell the story of your first kiss.

"Why? Y-y-.. You’ve asked before a-a-and I still would ra-rather not."

She frowned with annoyance. What a nosy question.. But, she supposed it was just a silly inquiry. Made even sillier by not answering. With a long sigh and a shake of her head, she answered.

"We always had a-a few fa-fa-.. farmhands wor-working for us b-b-back home. They lived nearby, or-or some even on the p-p-property with their families. There were a lot of children living there at one point. Lot of boys.." She rolled her eyes. "They had a ga-game of rr-rr-.. running away from me and t-teasing me from a 'safe distance'. Said they’d ca-ca-.. 'catch my st-stutter' if I touched them. So my sister..”

Another sigh, that could easily be mistaken for a groan, was released as she ran a hand through her hair. “My sister was an-nn-.. annoyed by it. By their teasing, b-by my whining, I don’t know.” She waved a dismissive hand. “So, she dr-dr-.. dragged me up to one of the w-worst of the boys, g-g-grabbed his ear and mm-made him kiss me.

"I guess she thought that p-p-.. proved their teasing wrong a-a-and that they’d stop." She shrugged, face reddened with embarrassment and irritation. "Didn’t. B-b-but how helpful."

Anonymous asked: LISTEN UP! This is the wonderful roleplayer award! You've earned it? How? Your muse is lovely, you the mod are great. Always remember the length of a post isn't important. Nor a reply, what matters is that you're having fun. And you're wonderful. Remember that. Fan of your writing-out.

((Wh-.. What?

 

You lost, bro? Me thinks you’re lost. Stumbled into this horrid place on your way to the Sweetheart Convention. That’s obviously where you belong.

We’re fans of you too, random citizen.))

((No reason. No playlist. Completely ooc post.

I think it’s just nice to have a sappy feel-good song on your dash every now and then. Sending some love to the yard, man.))

brielleroux:

Goodness, she never imagined that Aquila would be this excited. “Oh yes, I like someone quite a lot,” she said, scoffing at her words. By now her smile was about as large as Aquila’s. It did fall somewhat when her friend asked for a name, but just as she was about to give an idea popped into her mind.

“What do you think his name is?” There was a teasing tone in her voice. “I can give you a hint if you’d like. His name starts with a ‘B’.”

"B.." She leaned her head back with an all too serious expression over the little guessing game. She placed two fingers to her lower lip and thoughtfully tapped it, repeating the letter as she considered those she knew in Riften. "B, B, B.."

Augh!" It was a sound of absolute horror and disgust. A name came to mind and it pulled her mouth and nostril into a fierce sneer. "It’s not-.. He-he-he’s not a d-d-.. a Dunmer, is he?"

brielleroux asked: ☣☆✄

Dear Brile,

I bet you thought I spelled your nam name wrong. Din’t you? Well. I didn’t! HA! You feel for it, Brielle.

You mages think your so smart. Spin us in circles in the woods and we’ll see who find their way out. Me and my arrowsor you and your spellery.

I’d get lost in the woods with you any day.

I love you I love you I love you! 

Brielle Ro

Haha! I started writing your name.

Aquila

((I’m uncertain if this is meant for IC or OOC? OOC sounds nice.

For Aquila, Brielle is both the sister and the best friend she’s always wanted. There’s laughter, games, secrets, and a bond that she’s always wanted to experience. She loves her, plain and simple. She would probably fight harder to protect Brielle than her own sister, if such a hypothetical event were to come about.))

"This is apple pie?" She sat at the tavern bar, brow raised and mouthcorner pulled up in a sneer of disgust. There was a polite chuckle as she pushed the plate away from herself. “No, thank you. I-I’ll j-j-.. just scrape my t-tongue off on the floorboards on my way out..”

She went as far to turn around in the stool and rise to leave, before laughing at her poor friend and apologizing. Besides. It was surely a recipe the tavern made Brielle use.. Nothing of own make.. Right?

astarill asked: ◈ [I tried to resist. Really, I did. I am weak.]

astarill:

aquilainthewoods:

Somewhere inside her was a voice, loud with it’s warning, telling her it wouldn’t end well. But she followed the charming words of a much more entertaining voice, and she giggled with it madly as she stood on her toes, grasped the Altmer’s face, and brought him close to run her tongue along his cheek.

"Oh! OH!! Y-y-your frown! I-I c-ca-.. I can taste it!!”

She was lost. Lost to a loud and snorting laughter that was as painful as it was pleasurable. There was a serious response begging to be released, but for a moment it too was lost to budding tears and happy gasps for air.

"Y-y-you.." She breathed shakily, grinning ear-to-ear. “You taste.. Ss-sort of like dirt- Earthy! Earthy, I mean. It’s nice, a-actually.”

The way she flitted about, laughing, trying to get closer, induced in him about the same kind of horror as an ancient, fragile artifact plummeting towards him from a high shelf: he wouldn’t want to damage it, but he also wouldn’t want to be hit in the head with it.  

“No, I really don’t-…”

The tug on his arm came so unexpected that it was more of a violent yank in his experience. He didn’t quite register how, but in a blink of an eye her lips were planted firmly against his skin, somewhere between his chin and his cheek, not too far from a mouth corner. He very well nearly sputtered as he jerked his arm free and drew back. His voice rose, indignation audibly tinting it louder and higher-pitched than usual.

“What part of ‘no’ did you fail to grasp?!”

Whether the question had been rhetorical or not, answering was an impossibility. Forcing the almost painful smile from her mouth to form words would have been a terrible struggle. And what would she possibly say? The only sound she was capable of was the rich and happy laughter that left a stinging in her sides.

The only action she was still capable of, beyond her endless laughter, was her next. She moved forward quickly and trapped the Altmer in a tight hug around his waist, leaving little room for escape. 

astarill asked: ◈ [I tried to resist. Really, I did. I am weak.]

astarill:

aquilainthewoods:

Somewhere inside her was a voice, loud with it’s warning, telling her it wouldn’t end well. But she followed the charming words of a much more entertaining voice, and she giggled with it madly as she stood on her toes, grasped the Altmer’s face, and brought him close to run her tongue along his cheek.

"Oh! OH!! Y-y-your frown! I-I c-ca-.. I can taste it!!”

She was lost. Lost to a loud and snorting laughter that was as painful as it was pleasurable. There was a serious response begging to be released, but for a moment it too was lost to budding tears and happy gasps for air.

"Y-y-you.." She breathed shakily, grinning ear-to-ear. “You taste.. Ss-sort of like dirt- Earthy! Earthy, I mean. It’s nice, a-actually.”

His reaction was immediate, much faster than his brain could analyze whether she was joking or not. Better safe than sorry. He recoiled, extending his arm, holding up a hand safely in between them as barrier. The look of horror had returned to his features.

“Now, look- No. Don’t.” 

Grinning like an absolute fool, she attempted to move around the hand he had placed before her, even working in a few mock movements to try and throw him off and get closer. She was having far too much fun with his reaction, thinking it was all play. This did, sadly, remove any possibility of a second thought telling her it might be wise to stop while ahead. 

"C-come on, Astarill!” She said through her laughter. “J-j-just a little kiss!”

She grabbed his hand and attempted to pull his arm downward. If successful in bringing him to her level, she would plant a kiss on whatever part of his face she could get close to. If not, he would simply be faced with a very silly smoochy-face. Obnoxious puckering sounds inclusive, of course.