Jul 29, 2018
elunebled said:
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elunebled said:
oh my god
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NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE ▶ your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do
Had he less tact and a looser grasp on the situation, the Prince may have balked at the order for him to vacate the area. His instructions were passed to him from a King, not from a Priestess of any sort. A hand pressed gently to the shoulder of a henchman, the vrykul man obediently stepping aside to grant the Prince an opening between the woman and he. His head tipped upwards some as he chewed on the words, allowing the flavor of them to sink and settle between his teeth before his voice broke through to her directly.
“ These are not your woods, and your Light will not reach here. ” The tinny echo of undeath twisted through his words, haunting a low rasp to them. He was abomination, a crime against balance in the order of the world, and the Prince had every intention of existing as a stain upon the tapestry of existence — or perhaps a loosened thread, that when tugged upon would begin to unravel all around it into disarray. “ O’ High Priestess, your commands have no sway over me. But the attempt is well noted. Does the sight of me disgust you so? ”
“ there was no way around this. ”
THE SILVER LINING DOESN’T RIM ALONG the clouds above –—–—– it sharpens itself along the arrow knocked into the huntress’ bow, the head readied to pierce into the sin'dorei’s heart should she move. dead lined themselves around them like borders ——— the rallied cries of HORDE &. ALLIANCE now seeming so distant, like echoes beneath the waves. ❝ ＴＨＥＲＥ ＷＡＳ, ❞
❝ but it was only inevitable &. even ｙｏｕ know that. ❞
❛ I don’t recall hearing a knock. ❜ allowing his grip on his weapon to waver, he eyes the newcomer warily before shooting a single arrow idly at his target. it was uncommon for him to be joined during his training sessions, though he was not entirely averse to company -- so long as they could keep up. ❛ if you’re here to watch, keep to yourself. if you’re here for practice, you’d best know your way around a bow. ❜
@elunebled | sc.
❛ when i’m angry, i don’t yell i burn. ❜
MILK & HONEY SENTENCE STARTERS. accepting.
❛ does it help you, to unleash your pain onto others? ❜ he could see the fire behind the woman’s eyes, one that only waited for the right time to strike. he remembered what it was like to hold such passion for life, to allow one’s emotions to overcome their entire being. he longed to feel such again. ❛ if everyone suffers, your pain is no longer alone. you share it, hoping to lessen the burden. I can only hope that nobody should do the same to you. ❜
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non sexual acts of intimacy | patching a wound 🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ She had no idea what she was supposed to be doing; Nanthis was a rogue, an assassin, a thief. She did not have hands meant to heal--she never had. That was her brother. Still, she attempted, using what she knew from patching her own wounds. She pulled the bandage tight and nodded, seemingly finished. “That should do it. You really should have asked a priest...or a medic. I’m the farthest thing from a healer.”
“ you did what you could. ”
After The Damage || Accepting
The words seemed to pour over him like liquor on an open wound, they stung. Carefully his gaze turned to the Kal’dorei, schooling his expression to stillness. Civility would do best here, no matter the fact that they stood on opposite sides of the world. “The Knights of the Ebon Blade always do.” He muttered, before turning his gaze, looking anywhere but at Tyrande. “We do what the living can not. So they will not have to try.”
😬 feral night elves ? feral night elves ,,
Nonverbal RP starters || Accepting
😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse
Lichfire burned in his eyes as the Kal’dorei snarled at him, a dismissive look on his face. He knew of Tyrande Whisperwind, one had to be quite lacking of mind to not know the warrior priestess that lead the Kal’dorei, along with her winged husband. The anger she showed, acceptable. After all, not only was he undead, he was a High Elf. Or, he had died one. Perhaps the nomenclature was Blood Elf now. The dismissive expression turned to one of indifference, sighing lightly. The Knights of the Ebon Blade had been ordered to return to their respective factions, but Koltira felt more loyalty to the Death Knights themselves than to the Horde.
“If you’re going to make a threat, follow through.” The off-handed comment came as if she were not capable of tearing a chunk out of him with those fangs of hers. His arms crossing along his chest. Byfrost remained squarely centered on his back, though he was quite prepared with magic should he need it. Fighting Tyrande would be a fools errand, especially when he had no orders to engage. But that didn’t mean he was going to sit there and just let her snarl at him without retort.