Call of Fire

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Jataral confirmed #1 Blood Elf Priestess!

Surtruk held up his horn, of which Jataral had an identical half. “They can’t know all of the beasts of Draenor. If we say it was from a beast and not the demon, we can keep the trophy.” He fingered idly at the small black horn, glancing up at Jataral. He didn’t know the words to define what he wanted to express. “I do want to have mine decorated similar to your’s. As a reminder of the times we have fought beside each other in the past, if we are drawn apart in the future.”

Surtruk half-smiled back at her, finding himself somewhat flustered at her reaction to his words. Thank the elements for his wolf mask, he would’ve been angry with himself if she saw such a response from him. “I hope you’re right.” Catching sight of her necklace, he started slightly, pulling his own into sight. “Oh! Well would you look at that.” His horn was decorated almost identical to Jataral’s, except using bronze instead of a more silvery metal. He forced a broad smile and an excited tone. “What a coincidence that we got our’s decorated practically the same. I will think of you whenever I hold it.” Yes, such a coincidence. Not at all preplanned. Nope. She would never know how much gold he had given the jewelcrafter who worked on her horn to tell him before he had seen the finished product.

“It is amazing that the turned out so similar. ” she says with a growing smile on her lips. She balls her fist up and covers her mouth as she asks, “You w-wish to think of me? … I mean I want to think of you…. I mean…ummm…Thank you.” She continues to cover her mouth as she smiles, her cheeks flushing as she twists away from him coyly. She presses her cheek against her shoulder and she peers at him from the corners of her eyes as she holds her breath in anticipation. ( surtrukfirehands )

Surtruk stiffened, still smiling broadly. Her reaction was too much for him. He bowed quickly at his waist. “You’re welcome. I hope you... Uhm...” He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting for words to say that wouldn’t embarrass him. He could feel his cheeks burning still. “Light watch over you, Jataral.” The farewell rolled roughly off his tongue.

Surtruk held up his horn, of which Jataral had an identical half. “They can’t know all of the beasts of Draenor. If we say it was from a beast and not the demon, we can keep the trophy.” He fingered idly at the small black horn, glancing up at Jataral. He didn’t know the words to define what he wanted to express. “I do want to have mine decorated similar to your’s. As a reminder of the times we have fought beside each other in the past, if we are drawn apart in the future.”

Surtruk half-smiled back at her, finding himself somewhat flustered at her reaction to his words. Thank the elements for his wolf mask, he would’ve been angry with himself if she saw such a response from him. “I hope you’re right.” Catching sight of her necklace, he started slightly, pulling his own into sight. “Oh! Well would you look at that.” His horn was decorated almost identical to Jataral’s, except using bronze instead of a more silvery metal. He forced a broad smile and an excited tone. “What a coincidence that we got our’s decorated practically the same. I will think of you whenever I hold it.” Yes, such a coincidence. Not at all preplanned. Nope. She would never know how much gold he had given the jewelcrafter who worked on her horn to tell him before he had seen the finished product.

Surtruk held up his horn, of which Jataral had an identical half. “They can’t know all of the beasts of Draenor. If we say it was from a beast and not the demon, we can keep the trophy.” He fingered idly at the small black horn, glancing up at Jataral. He didn’t know the words to define what he wanted to express. “I do want to have mine decorated similar to your’s. As a reminder of the times we have fought beside each other in the past, if we are drawn apart in the future.”

Surtruk read the note over once, twice, then three times, glancing at the ring back and forth the entire time. He looked over his shoulder before giving a soft sigh at Jataral’s gift, sliding the ring onto his finger, matching the finger that Jataral wore her ring on. For the rest of the day, he smiled brighter than he had in a while.

This is the cutest thing ever. Look at the happy family.

This is so stunning. I love how they look. The twins are so adorable the way you drew them both as babies and older children. YOu are so very talented. I hope your hand gets better soon. Thank you so much for sharing this.

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Bold Habits

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens |smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals| skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

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