+×+ 'elcom to da castleth! yah aren' jus pass'n thruuh, ar yah? +×+
||🐙 independent portrayal, will have traumatic, unsettling and romantic themes. 🪦🕊️
She wanted to ask who this Lily was, but she didn’t want to bother her new servant just yet. Probably just another statue anyway.
She’d walk to the bedroom herself and drift happily to sleep, thinking she did the right thing.
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She ran off down the hallway, her heel clicks echoing throughout the castle. She went into the library, closing the large doors slowly behind her with a creak...
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She froze in place, her unblinking gaze staring right through them. Nobody has ever asked her what she wanted, nor had she had her own sense of autonomy in the presence of other people. For the past couple hundred years, shes been doing nothing but following orders.
||🐙 oh yeah friendly reminder this is a don't like, don't read rp account. My limu depiction features self harm, self hatred, survivors guilt, uxoricide, homicide, attempted homicide, and malnourishment. She is not mentally nor physically healthy she is very mentally unwell....!
She would sigh of relief, if that didn’t potentially give her away.
“ He’s already super proud of you! "
She’d pat her head slightly.
" But of course. I will tell him the next I see him haha! "
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She puts on an excited smile, clasping her hands together.
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Wen yah sea master agin, wil yah tel 'im abot dah col'ec'ion l'mu hath ben gath'rin for 'im?! L'mu only hoeps master wil be proud o' limu...!
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She raised her eyebrow, looking her up and down, but, you can't really tell with her lack of pupils. Her expression softens slowly.
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Yah do...? Master hath ne'er mentioned som'wun like yah befur...but...if yahr masters wine...
She had practically done this everyday. Her intimidating presence making her seem more powerful than she ever really was.
" He also said I will be your new temporary master until he comes back. I must say your master has excellent tastes! "
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Limu went silent, slowly straightening her posture with a confused look.
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...tes ..? Wat tes' ar yah talkin' abot...???
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Her voice was a curious, yet agitated hiss.
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She jerked her hand away, scowling again. She could feel her tentacles writhing angrily on her back beneath her dress...she held no fear, prone to underestimating.
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Yah hath no a'th'ority 'ere...yah taek it bak...or l'mu wil hath ta turn yah into stoen too...!
She’d yell out in pain, before swatting the other away. She’d become incredibly stern in her voice, as her voice echoed through the castle. "
" Your master isn’t mine! I’m the Overlord far above whoever your master is and I demand respect. "
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Limu reached out, grabbing their arm with surprising strength for someone so small. Her claws digging into their wrist.
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Nay...nay yah can't leeve...das masters orders..nob'dy gets tah leeve wifout masters permission.. so... Limu can't let yah go ...
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Master PROMITHED limu 'ed com bak... 'e wouldn' lie tah limu... Dis castleth has allllll limu wuld e'er wan't- E'ER NEEDE..!
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Plese let l'mu showe yah to yah roome...let l'mu do 'er job...
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Her voice carries an undertone of sadness towards the end of it.
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She lets out a furious growl, sounding inhuman. She's refusing to come to terms with reality, Why should she? She's got everything she wants as long as she keeps on her path. Besides, it's not like she can leave even if she wanted, so that wouldn't do her any good!
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She marches over Infront of the overlord, as if she views them as a common peasant in the castle, trying to bow up to them despite her size. Her gills are flaring on her arms, as she grits her teeth.
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...yah shuld be qiet..yah don kno w'at yah talkin abot...
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Her face quickly turned into a scowl at the mere idea of anyone suggesting her master abandoned her, her voice turning into an angry shreik. Her fingers sharpen into claws, her posture looking less formal and more agitated.
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