Oct 7, 2018
Jaina has reached a new level of assertive today after asking a certain 13,000 year old High Priestess/Night Warrior about her sex life.
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Jaina has reached a new level of assertive today after asking a certain 13,000 year old High Priestess/Night Warrior about her sex life.
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I think there should be a double date 'tween Anduin and Taelia, alonside Tyrande and Malfurion. *mock boat whistle*
if it involves tyrande instructing taelia on how to establish yourself as the dominant partner you can count me in
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// asfdjkahsdfkjahsfl hi.--Send in 👁🗨 for my Muse’s First Impression Of Yours“The Highpriestess, Light, what a strong woman. I admire her faith in Elune and her dedication, and I cannot imagine the burdens she bears. I am glad to not have her or her people as my enemy.”
“has anyone ever taken care of you?”
a court of thrones and roses. accepting. @goddessfavored.
The answer is heavy on his tongue, but it does not make its way past his lips. No.
At least, well, not in the way she is probably thinking. He had others protecting his egg, of course, making sure he was safe until he hatched, but no one ever--- took care of him. His agents were just that, agents. Ever since he took his first breath, he was on his own, looking after himself when no one else would. To have someone go out of their way to take care of him is practically unheard of, he thinks it it would be a painful blow to his pride.
He hates feeling like he’s vulnerable, like he needs someone taking care of him. But he’s still just a boy, when one gets right down to it. Lonely and confused, with such a heavy burden on his shoulders, and no one who understands. Sometimes, he does wonder what it’d be like; to be taken care of. To have a loving mother, or father, who could have been there the moment he hatched, helped him take his first steps, taught him how to use his clumsy little wings.
But he never had that. That was taken from him long before he was even conceived, destined to never happen, for his kin bore the sickness of the Old Gods for so long that they forgot what love was like.
“It doesn’t matter, does it?” Wrathion replies, but he refuses to meet her eyes. “I have turned out just fine.”
@goddessfavored looks upon vengeful tides
against the wishes of many, the high king had chosen to make an appearance in darkshore; one he had failed to make when the horde first RAMPAGED across its glades. although the alliance still battled their hated foe in arathi, kul tiras, and other locations, it was here that the torch of war had been lit - and where the warchief of the horde was due to make an appearance. a siege on the capital of zandalar was imminent, but he had since postponed the effort, for no reason was there to STRIKE where the banshee queen was not.
darkness loomed overhead. it was not the void he was all too familiar with, but something more; something different. a similar shadow, cast now by none other than the grace of elune herself. anduin did not pretend to understand the goddess as he did the light - but the CHILL which had since entered his bloodstream, he knew, was indeed her doing. was it fear he felt? despair? grief? even from his disheveled appearance - a near to gaunt visage, accentuated by a pallid tone of skin and a cautious luster in azure eyes - one could not discern it; not even he himself. unto tyrande, the hooded priest spoke nothing; merely STARED, as if wordlessly seeking solutions to questions without answers.
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What is an aspect of your muse that you’ve wanted to explore the most? // Are there any songs that remind you of your muse and/or get you into the mood to reply?
burnt out mun meme
i’ll skip the first one ‘cause someone else threw that in my askbox too ldkjgsdg. for music, begin again by purity ring and be like you by whethan are two songs that remind me of leliana. as for getting in the mood to reply, honestly just my regular music (which is typically starset, the seige, theory of a deadman and halestorm among other things) works for me.
goddessfavored replied to your post: gotta say.. having to work a shitty black friday...
I hope it wasn’t too terrible and that you get a chance to rest and feel better!
ty. it wasn’t so much the customers as it was the sheer amount of them. also the fact that i had to work an extra 15 minutes past when i was supposed to clock out bc they just didn’t have someone to take over for me which was balls
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The Warden landed in Stormwind shortly after Tyrande. Her intentions were to isolate herself on the nearby beach and hit a tree with her glaive as many times as it took to get her rage out. How many Wardens has she lost? How many will she lose in Darkshore? How many more can she bear before she breaks? The idea of Sira’s will being desecrated by that banshee-- Maiev swung harshly into the nearest tree, her glaive digging in deep enough that it took all of her strength to pull it free. How many times will her own sister have to be struck down because someone thought nothing of tormenting her mind, bending her in circles, just to be used as a pawn?
Her mind wandered to Cordana. She had been one of her best, trusted enough to be sent to Draenor to guard Archmage Khadgar. She had also been young for a kal’dorei. Grief wasn’t befitting of the Warden. Anger was easier. She didn’t shed tears, she shed the blood of demons or forsaken or Horde. When she finally reached the beach and the sturdy looking tree that looked like it would handle her blows, she opted instead to drop her glaive and punch it instead. It would be better to feel the splinters on her knuckles, the shock of force running up her arm, but taking off her gauntlets wasn’t an option right now. This would have to do.
When she heard footfalls approaching, Maiev only spared a glance to confirmed who it was before going back to punching the tree. It was hard to be angry when she was exhausted, so she’d keep this up for as long as it took for her to collapse. “Leave me be, Tyrande,” she tried to growl out, but it held little of it’s usual venom. “I have little interest in whatever you may have to say. Save it for tomorrow.”