Esen the Yordle

He walked out of the forest shade, revealing himself in the moonlight bit by bit.  The yordle approached the carcasses and knelt by the younger one, carefully examining the body and smearing a finger against the spilled blood.  “I can take care of myself, thank you,” he stated, staring at the blood on his finger before cleaning it off and rising up to his feet.

“Hmmf.  Unfortunate that this one died.  Passionate, but also foolish to accept a suicidal task for his age.  He could’ve grown up to be something great.”

 A small figure poked its head out of the yordle’s robe pocket, staring at the two carcasses before raising its head towards the reaper.

You say the same thing for all of them.

The yordle ignored the voice in his head and turned to the other one.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nostrils before continuing.  “It’s not just blood that’s present, either.  There’s magic here, too.  Strong magic.  It must be residue left by the creature after his mauling.”

Or it could be the magic bow this one conjured up.

He arrived at the conclusion that the lack of aversion to the gore around him wasn’t a learned behaviour, and that Shinu was probably another nutcase. The bow throbbed in his grip, sending a jolt up Esen’s wrist. The wielder glanced down and remembered himself, easing the throbbing into a silent hum.

“You look a little too young to be lamenting the dead. You act like you belong here, when you shouldn’t.”

His gaze rested at the corpses, and deep down he knew. He would not be able to bury them in time before the trail is lost. 

The dead will be carrion for the crows.

And yet this boy was not afraid, said it was unfortunate, and that he could take care of himself. The words stung in his head as he raised his bow, an arrow materialising in his hands as he nocked it. The bowstring protested at the force of his draw, but he didn’t care, he could always make another. 

He didn’t let go of his breath as he loosed, nor did he as the projectile tore up the ground in front of Shinu, scattering leaves and landing just a few inches short of his feet.

It was a while before they saw any sign of the house, but it was a relief for the young yordle when it came into view at last. He hated to admit that there was a small part of him that feared to lose it as well. Nocke scanned the house for Nox, not surprised to find the cat already poised near the front door. He turned to Esen as he turned the key in the knob, and then quickly entered the second key to the lock below it.

“Can’t trust the woodland creatures, after all,” he said with a small smirk, opening the door and motioning inside. “Mind the cat on the left, he’s pretty hard to see without a light,” the yordle warned as a meow was voiced near him. Nocke waited for his guest to be fully inside before closing the door and locking it. He drew on his magic again to summon a small flame above his hand. The light was just enough to see his head, but spread little beyond that. The flame guided him to the candles that stood on the dining table near the door, which were then lit and passed one to his guest. ‘Good thing I like having one candle on each floor.’

“This house was built by humans, if you hadn’t guessed by the size. We told them what we wanted, but somehow forgot along the way and made this. I’ve gotten used to it, but it could feel cozier if it fit,” Nocke said with a sigh. He walked into the room closest to the dining table. “This is the kitchen. It’s usually full of food of whatever I feel like eating. But you can always expect some kind of dessert or treat around,” he hurriedly admitted before carefully walking into the living room. “This is the fireplace. This is what I use to keep people warm when I’m used to having guests,” the yordle nervously stuttered slightly as he used the magic flame to light the wood before it dissipated. “There are some books in the shelves that you might like if you enjoy reading… um, let me show you your room that you’ll be using.”

The fire in Nocke’s hands felt warmer already.

Taking the offered candle in his hands, he listened to Nocke as they toured the house. He remembered being impressed by the human sized dwelling, puzzling at the generosity of his host as he walked. Despite it all, Esen felt a twinge of sympathy for Nocke as he traversed the house. Save for the cat, the other yordle had the house all by himself, and a single owner was a lonely one.

Nocke’s questions snapped him out of his reverie, though Esen admittedly didn’t know where to start. He blurted out the first that came to his mind.

‘Strange… the luck should have kept him at an even pace for the whole trip. It doesn’t run out until the next day,’ he thought to himself. A shrug and a bit more magic was expended to encourage the other to walk faster by making it even easier on him. ‘Now that should do it,’ he nodded. They walked together past the gate guards, into the woods that helped protect the city. The younger yordle wondering how he was going to take care of a guest in the winter, having adjusted to living mostly by himself. Nox would likely not have an issue with the guest; Nocke was not wanting to have to kick him out if the two would not get along. Not after how far they had already come. He estimated a quarter of a mile remaining to their destination.

“I wouldn’t worry about guest fees for now. Are you planning on staying a while in Bandle, or just happen to have come with not enough money?” Nocke asked, debating if he should just give the yordle some funds and push him off onto someone else.

He paused and pursed his lips soon after. Perhaps it wouldn’t be that prudent to admit that he hadn’t much money so soon. But for some reason he couldn’t explain, he felt more at ease among the other yordle. As the winds continually broke against an unseen barrier around his frame, his thoughts settled on the unusual luck that he has been having these past few minutes. He eyed Nocke and frowned slightly, but soon his features went slack and he stopped taking heed.

“Esen. It’s nice to meet you Nocke.” He offered a smile that waned slightly as he addressed the other concern. 

“You know normally when people are traveling around they show up earlier in the day to find someplace to stay so they’re not stranded out in the cold…,” he commented as he looked back at his future guest. The older yordle appeared weary, even through his bundle of clothes. Nocke turned to face forward once more, closing his eyes as he reached inside himself to pass some luck to the other. He might notice that it would be much easier to make the journey now, but more than likely it would be as unnoticed as the rest of Nocke’s assistance was. He opened his eyes to glance back. “Although you might have been at it all day, to be fair.”

Esen adjusted the straps on his back, feeling lighter as he walked. The chill in the air has dulled for him considerably. The winds as if parting to make way for him where they once sunk into his bones. 

“I’ve been going at it since the morning. I’ve... run out of money for inns anyway.”  

Realising that he might have said too much, he kept his mouth shut for a significant portion of the journey. Down a street that branched into the numerous dark alleyways, past a house with a familiar stained glass window half obscured by a fresh sleet of snow. He slowed not because of the cold, he slowed because he remembered.

“Yer practice magicks.” Nocke heard him say. The male yordle’s eyes tried to scrape what information about the guest at the front desk that he could. A shorter, bushy-looking yordle stood, likely hoping to stay out of the cold as much as Nocke was. “She never really gets along with your kind.” the yordle speaking with the guest stated. Nocke formed a fist with one hand before regaining control of himself. 

He stayed quiet as he watched the guest drink from the cup of tea, or so he guessed from the smell. ‘Ya told yourself that you were gonna try to be more involved with Bandle. Ya can’t change a view of theirs if they have no other option. What’s the worst that can happen?’The yordle exhaled and covered the left side of his face up with his scarf before stepping outside to catch up with the one he had so closely watched. 

“I’d like that.” Esen pulled the cloak closer to himself as he felt a wave of shivers creeping in his back. He tried again with a little more conviction. “I’d like that very much.” 

The yordle eyed the scarfed one with a wary look, one that was laced heavily with fatigue that was eroding his sense of caution with every passing moment.

Raising a hand, a familiar light burst forth from Esen’s palm. His creation made warm air rush against the scout’s cheeks as it danced above the flesh.

“It can raze what you’ve built to the ground, but it can also keep the darkness away.”

The grizzled yordle bore his gaze into the scout, inching the flame closer and closer to the scout despite his discomfort.

There will be no looking away.

“We mages do not always use it to destroy, but also.... to create.”

To illustrate it’s master’s point, the flames momentarily collapsed on itself to morph into a blueish hue. Where it once radiated heat, it now pulsed a cooling breeze, the scent of mint quickly overpowering the smell of ashes.

Softening his gaze as he regarded the flame, the yordle gave his hand a delicate lift, and the flame floated out of his hands. The floating wisp flared out into a spiral of colours, before fizzling out in the night air.

//it says it all, since Arizona trip got cancelled I’ll just draw some other yordles because I feel like it. You can only ask for one and it has to be an oc! This will be going on all weekend or until I need a break. I don’t have much examples but this is the best one

THE CATCH!

I can draw as many as I want, expressions, poses, ect. 

You can also ask for nsfw material but those will be sent over privately.

Someone made a blog trying to impersonate me @schoiar-of-the-lost

If you get a message from them PLEASE let me know! 

IT IS NOT ME. 

I’m very sorry to whoever this stupid, childish piece of shit decides to send some fucked up message to. Please block this person if they contact you. 

becauseimrichandican:

I Swear This Is An RP Blog: A Musical 

Featuring such hits as:

Maybe I’ll RP Today and its reprise No Wait Nevermind

What Was The Plot of This RP Again?

Fuck My Partner Deleted Their Blog

And the ever classic:

I’m a Lazy Bastard

Starring everyone’s favourite:

“And for what it’s worth, I appreciate the sentiment.” He tried to smile through his words, the corners of his mouth twitching reluctantly into something faint. A small uncomfortable silence filled the space, with Esen parsing his thoughts to keep the conversation going.

Maybe they have a LOT of followers and don’t want to send potentially icky people over to an artist they like or maybe it’s not content they are comfortable reblogging because they have a lot of opinionated people following them?

If if someone reblogged EVERYTHING they liked, it would be flooding their blog and thus actually pushing followers away because they aren’t posting their own content or their own content gets lost in the flood of reblogs.

Just… I’m getting tired of this whole guilting your followers in to sharing things and not appreciating them for following or liking in the first place.

I get that you want to feel appreciated and you want your work to be shared but do you tell random strangers you meet to go pass your art around to more random strangers if they happen to take a peek at your drawing and go “oh that’s neat!”? No.

So don’t do it to your followers.