#bluedawn mod

Seeing as how Aeson was based on his mother’s species but took more after his father, Kalina here takes Akasma’s species but is more influenced by her mother. vuv)/

I imagined she might be mute, but is too well-raised and cared for to be troubled by it with parents such as these.

Alyx: “Not often I see you with a straight face, must be quite a raw deal, huh?”

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“I may not know from where you hail, but I am truly humbled to be in your presence. If only we met in an instance where I wasn’t on such a dire search... and someplace more befitting, not to mention dryer,” laughed Perceval.

The rogue-ish hunter flower looked up at Darina while remaining in his respectful kneeling position.

“... As for your assumption, you would actually be quite correct, Your Highness. I’m looking for someone out in this rain for a personal matter. A mission of sorts, one that, should it go successfully, shall see the safety and well-being of my family. On that topic... if it is not too much to ask, Your Majesty... you haven’t seen any other peculiar figures out in the rain, have you?

... Ah, oui, how rude of me. Thank you very much for the flower. My apologies.”

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Whoa okay this is easily like one of my favorites here because DAMN if this ain’t one slick-lookin’ chick, just look at her. Powerful and imposingly fancy-looking, plus she dons a crown and mask combo. Scary yet pretty and epic 8V Hope you like comrade!

Aaand thus concludes the memes. |D; now to work on plot.

8. A First Kiss

mmmMM BOI- ALSO IM ON MOBILE SO LONG POST UNTIL I CAN EDIT OKAY

@bluedawn-mod

The forsaken sat curled in an armchair, barely holding back his laughter while watching as his poor newly summoned felhunter scrambled across the floor, tailed closely by a large Druid cat.

Alanza had only meant to observe as the Warlock attempted to summon a new type of minion, but the creature had piqued her interest as soon as it appeared in the room. Her playful advances however has sent the creature into a mild panic, and it skittered off, enticing the Worgen to pursue.

The creature hardly seemed more than startled at first, and soon it caught on to this little game, and its slightly devious nature kicked in. It lead the Druid into a frantic chase, leading her to crash into everything from a the couch to the wall.

It led her into the curtains and spun her around. She lost her footing, and fell to the floorboards while trying to free her limbs.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Balsam let out a boisterous, twinkling laugh, tipping his head back into the chair.

The felhunter did the demon equivalent. It sat proudly on on the floor and observed Alanza struggle,teeth bared in a smirk. Alanza’s canine snout popped free from the fabric, then her ears. She honed in on the demon’s scent, and stumbled quickly in its direction. The felhunter just as quickly ran off - directly towards its master.

Balsam gasped as the creature lept into his lap and clawed at his shirt and up onto his shoulder. He tried to get a hold on the demon but it slipped from his grasp, and before he could shift in the chair to watch it run from the room, the large Worgen came barreling after it; leaping directly at the Warlock.

The curtains slipped away from Alanza’s face, and she and Balsam locked eyes briefly, then both young adults shut their eyes tight as she slammed into his small body.

The armchair tipped back with the force, and the Druid fell onto right onto Balsam’s chest, nose pressing against his roughly.

Her eyes shot open, as did Balsam’s. A fierce blush blossomed across Alanza’s checks - so much so it was visible underneath her fur. She quickly sat up and kicked off of the Forsaken’s body, stuttering all the while.

“Oh my Light I am so sorry Balsam I though you were the demon- that sounds wrong I thought that the- I couldn’t see-”

She stopped her babbling as Balsam erupted in a fit of chuckles, holding his stomach and rolling into his side.

“Ohhh Light Alanza that was great!” He gasped, “im sure glad you decided to stick around for this summoning, it wouldn’t have been nearly this entertaining if it were just me.”

He sat up at last, caught his breath. His cheeks were dark with purple, hair messy and strewn over his eyes. Alanza could have sworn her cheeks heated even more, and not from embarrassment this time. She let herself laugh the event off as well.

“Ah, the blood of royalty, the richest to paint the canvas with. Come then... show me the strength of your resolve.”

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