Namira

...I am the Daedric Prince of Decay and Keeper of the Ancient Darkness.. Repulsive is my Beauty.. Beggars and Cannibals, my Children... Rot, my Masterpieces...~

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

"...Come with me, my children, I shall take thee to a world of rot and mire... of muck and slime... a corpse and a feast..."

🦴Namira, Daedric Prince of Rot and Rupulsion, the Lady of Decay, Matron of Beggars and Cannibals.
🦴#ESRP, Crossover friendly
🦴21+ Gore/Gross imagery

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

“…I despise the time of Spring… not for it’s burst of flora and fauna… but the heat and crisp air… it is quite nauseating…”

“…I have been in the sanctuary of The Scuttling Void and her chilled, autumn forest…”

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

@GAetherius —would upset the balance for their own gain... I think, in this task, you are more suited to have my boon... if you still wish to...”

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

@GAetherius —the forge... as for those that deny my will and seek the powers that could damn the balance of all that is and is no longer... you may send them to their place within the Scuttling Void...”
She nods once, golden eyes softly meeting his, “...I do not chose champions who—

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

@AngelxfOblivion She gently squeezes her, a delicate, porcilan hand gently brushing the hair from her temple, “...You have kept me spoiled with offerings and their affection for me, my child... They have brought me the strength that I needed to return to mortal soil...”

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

@GAetherius — that holds more importance than the life of those you would once share spirits and flesh with...?”

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

@GAetherius The silts of her pupils widen, the gold of her gaze seeming to dull for a moment as she stared at the ring.

“...Hm...” she lifted a hand, a thin finger brushing over the vile crest of the ring, but not taking it.

“...Former...? ...What is this place that you protect...—

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

She embraces her beautiful child from behind, “...Tiddings, my little one...”

[𝓣͟𝐡͟𝐞͟ 𝕭͟𝐞͟𝐚͟𝐬͟𝐭͟ @XFBLOODTHIRST]

...wants to be held by Lady Namira :c

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

@GAetherius —smile, “...Would you wish to introduce thy self...? Or am I to decipher it on my own...?”

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

@GAetherius —bloodies brow; the flesh and bone crumbles into a swarm of flies, soon darting towards the sky.

She sighed once more, “...They go where decay calls to them... surely, there must have been a great power that whispered to my children...”
Her ebony lips curl into a sly—

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

@SInferno9 “...Both, it would seem...”
Her onyx lips stretch into a gentle smile, “...The summer’s sun upon the fallen of battlefields is perhaps my favorite scent of your world...”

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

“...Oh... what a pleasant surprise to awake to... has it been so long...?”

“...It feels like only yesterday since my bared feet touched upon mortal soil...”

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

Her head tilts, a stern expression stealing her gentle smile, “...I go where I please, mortal...”

Her bared feet, caked in mud up to her shins, wiggle into the dirt beneath them, “...Mortal soil is sickly sweet with death and rot... it is an indulgence of mine...”

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

@AngelxfOblivion She gives her little one a strong, loving embrace, ivory fingers brushing the tresses of hair from her temple, “...My sweet, beautiful child... how I have missed thy love...”

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

@AldmeriAgent —a Prince of Wrath... I was merely... curious...”
Her slit pupils widen at the mention of the Prince of Addiction, a gentle, contemplative hum resonating in her throat, “...I will admit, I know little of the Lord of Addiction... how did they seek thee...?”

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

Her porcelain face emerges from a swarm of locust, a mischievous smile upon her ebony lips, “...Which one of thy brethren has crossed thy path...?”

[𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 @AldmeriAgent]

“Years of keeping a low profile and yet I still manage to accidentally run into a bloody Daedric Prince...

...just my luck. Their cultists are always the worst.”

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

@AldmeriAgent She chuckles softly, the chittering mass of inky carapaces and lace wings of the vermin she used as a vessel soon melded together in a gossamer gown of celestial darkness and forged a crown of obsidian chitin upon her brow, “...No offense has been taken, mortal... I am not—

[Namira @LadyofDecay_]

@RedHandAlastyr Her voice, as soft as the rustle of dried leaves on an autumn’s breeze, whispers in his ear as the grass beneath him withers and dies,

“...Most who seek an audience with me bring offerings of spoiled meat or festering blood... what do you offer, child...?”