Anything lewd or suggestive that's open to all will be written as so. Please do not self insert into her sexual history if we haven't talked prior about it or written it.
Account Rules
Pretty basic as the only requirements I expect from others here are
Patience: we all have lives and rp comes second to it. Please: give me and others a week or so for replies. Bump after a day or 2. If I still don't reply, just send it to me dms, with a greeting.
The common folk of the town she once ruled and called home will still journey to her grotto on occasion to show their appreciation for their Mother of the Mountain. To help soothe her lonely heart and satiate her underlying desire.
// I've decided that Mjrn's giant heritage can be traced to Firbolg, so she canonically has bovine ears and slight features. With that said: I kind of like the idea that the older she gets the bigger she becomes. Most of her life she's been around 7'6, but in her twilight years
// She's getting larger and larger. She's around 70-75 , now so she's inching closer to being around 10 feet(?)
And with firbolg magic she can shrink down her size as an illusion whenever she sees fit. Mostly when she's traveling and she'd rather give off the image of being more
// I think I may work on this soon. Keep Old Mjrn locked and small for those who want to write with her.
Young Mjrn will be here and I'll probably clean up my following/followers. I'd like to write her more without having to have her tits or ass out to get traction.
// Even if she's less popular than young Mjrn, I love old Mjrn so much. She gets less attention in regards to replies but she's probably my favorite between the two.
"Have comforted them. The little ones fumbling through the notes to one day find their own tune.
These lands are my family, my kin, my oath. Do not prod and it will welcome you with the fairness afforded all living things. Can we come to that agreement?"
"Swallowtail, Lady Swallowtail is what the common folk at the base of the mountain have called me for nearly two decades. It is what you will call me if you must call me something."
She looks his direction, guided by his voice and the sound of the earth settling beneath heavy
“I’m just a wandering Ranger always staying close to the forests as I act as a protector and a Guide to those in need. I’m not from this Region itself but I do travel to experience and do research”
Seeing as she shaves another bark off.
“And you are M’lady? Who might you be?”
boots.
"I would ask that you refrain from experimenting on anything within these lands. The roots of old trees are gnarled and strong from my care. The saplings are young, still reaching up and outwards towards my touch. Mother birds still teaching their young old songs that
// With Mjrn being a pythoness that's always surrounded by spirits, I should have her say unhinged stuff more often. Like she's coherent 75 to 80% of the time but that last little bit always gets her weird uncomfortable looks.
Solitude is has always been her greatest confidant. She has lived with only the whispers of spirits to serve as guide and comfort. They hiss and recoil in the creature's presence. Unnatural, tainted thing, they shriek.
She may be blind but all is clear to her.
"Siris Horgath, Ranger of the North-"
She shaves off another layer of bark before she pauses her work to give the man her attention.
"- what urges your presence on lands foreign to you? These woods have long been undisturbed, under my watch and care. Do you bring trouble?"
Looking to the Woman as she spoke back.
Head tilting for a moment before speaking.
“Right, where are my manners. I’m Siris, Siris Horgrath, Ranger Of the North.”
9’0” wandering demon, everything about it screams violent and vagrant warrior in appearance and yet all it does is wander the woods aimlessly.
Even the bloodiest of warriors and gladiators could use comfort now and again.
There is a familiarity to be found amongst the eldest oak. Wisdom to be gleaned from scarred and twisted roots. Comfort that one's golden years need not be endured alone.
Peace in knowing that long after she's gone and returned to the soil there shall always be another sapling.