#draconqueen

friendly. for the most part. watch out for buddies.

ma’am, I have a strict “don’t shoot unless shot at first” policy, so I think things will be all good here. 

ABSOLUTELY.

Beyond her own ego and pride inflating herself, believing because of this gift, it makes her “above” most living races, equating herself to a deity (or in this case, a Titan I suppose) in power and importance, it’s heavily grated on her sanity. The differences between Elisande now and how she was during Azshara’s time is more than just night and day, it might as well be a galaxy worth of difference.

I’ve already discussed about her deity complex, so moving past repeating myself, her extensive use shows it’s colours in so many ways. She has lost her sense of time, because in her mind there’s an infinite possibility to answer the question “What time is it?” — she honestly avoids these sorts of simple questions because it reveals just how badly this so called “gift” has made her.

Her mind as well, is never in “one place” in terms of just her thoughts. There’s always snippets of other threads, other thoughts from her echoes of herself bleeding into the present thread she’s chosen to anchor herself in, and this is likely to pop up in conversation — in a manner of she could say something completely wrong, but is indirectly referencing an outcome in the thread of time her mind’s wandered to.

Her echoes as well, is something to keep in mind — it’s like being aware of the whole “multi-universe” theory, but imagine being in control / contact with all those different versions of yourself. it’s You, but — it’s an echo of another time in another fabric of reality. That’s why she has a theory that she can never truly die (though she poses it as I’m Immortal Because I Am A God), because there exists fragments of herself that she’s aware of that will live on. Hell, even when you kill her in the Nighthold boss encounter her echo of the present timeline, remains. It’s what allows you to beat Gul’dan, especially the Mythic-only part of the encounter.

And it grates on her. It makes her want to disprove her theory of her immortality because constantly living through brief flashes and moments of times she can see is torture of another kind.

my “i luv ardyn” rays r emitting into space and they must have caught on

ＡＭＥＲＩＣＡＮ ＧＯＤＳ ( ᵐᵉᵐᵉ ) | accepting

DESOLATION HEAT THEIR BONES, like a furnace in the eternal pit of hell. A peculiar limba designed for the great, a boredom and a longing found in the poison of loneliness ( slowly, they die ). Earth is but a prison, and so are flesh and bones : they keep within the wrath and strength of a thousand army, making of Gods simple beings, doomed to walk among mortals.IN HER EYES, he sees a glimpse of this pain, flickering away ( or was it an illusion ? ). Perhaps, it is a pain only him can carry, a feeling no one could share but those who still resides upon the throne he once occupied. Ô, this irony, to see your crown be takken away by those who devoured, because your appetite was too great - even for your kind.

      ❝ to think... it is over . ❞

     her voice fades into a soft breath. the backs of her knuckles press into her cheeks, and for a moment she is lost in the thought. it’s over. the quiet short-lived, the peace it brought fleeting. it had passed so quickly it almost seemed UNREAL. yet, it is the only thing she happens to think about .

      ❝ but this is not where it all stops .