#halforcmercenary

          --  “good to see you’re still kicking, mar.  so how’ve things been?  i personally made the horrible mistake of diving right into this political bullshit.”

It was no easy feat to stir the Ranger-General from a good sleep, especially after a night where he had the luxury of spending it with a partner. but the sound of soft movements had eventually tugged at the ranger’s ears, a light twitch of them signaling he’d begun to awaken. Not a moment too soon, it would seem, as bright green eyes cracked enough to see the half orc’s hand reaching for the tunic he’d stolen for the night underneath his head.

The poor woman looked ready to keel over at a moments notice. Or dash. He’d put his money on the latter, if he had to guess. Halduron couldn’t resist the grin that pulled his lips as he rolled over enough for Mar to retrieve her last article of clothing, letting the sunlight bathe his exposed chest in bronze and golden hues.

( Art by @marcelafreireart )

A central character in a story, movie, or drama who lacks conventional heroic attributes. They often fail many times and are known to be flawed. Opposite of the Tragic hero, you often do things out of selfishness so you can advance and grow as an individual. This is often done unconsciously. When people ask for favors, you expect rewards in return. Your personality can be seen as complicated and you often can through a cycle of moods in a matter of what seems like seconds. You're seen as typically aggressive and full of emotion. There would be times where it seems like you are completely calm and then at a flip of coin be upset about something. You have a lot on your mind 24/7 and it's hard for you to handle. Sometimes your attempts at showing you care can backfire, since you often get too into the emotional aspect of the situation.

Quiz found here.

Send “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY (full meme in link)| Accepting

          His head collided with the wall with a crack, successfully stunning him for a moment.  Alamor felt beyond dizzy, the back of his skull most likely bleeding from the impact.  Clearly he stepped where he shouldn’t have with her...

The rogue sneered, baring his teeth as he wrenched himself out of her grasp, “You know what needed to be done!  Do not take out your anger on me for following strict orders we were given.” He snapped, his hand kept on the stone wall for support.

     straight stance, forward facing. proper posture, fur puffed and tidied ── that was how she was taught to sit patiently by the door of the shop while her owner opened. it was her free breath of fresh air, a place to be seen where people might admire her and look on to how absolutely sweet and sincere she was. though she adored attention just as much as caelius, she adored it in a way that did not pertain to the selfishness of fame and limelight he displayed. so young and shut in, she wished only to lick tears and bound across the mana-ridden fields of suramar with friends and go on adventures. but alas!! proper cats did not go on adventures. they walked loyally at their master’s side with their heads held high, prideful and filled with grace. she was meant to be lavished, not to ravage. but perhaps, one day, she might be her master’s guardian. she loved him, after all .

     the sight of the half-orc arriving on time an hour before opening as requested did not seem to deter her stance at first. her master had spoke once or twice about the company they would have at the shop that day. rummaging and the sound of enchanted cleaning supplies pour from the cracked door as the kitten continues to stare at what she presumed to be her company for the day as she approached. it is only when she drew closer to her that naeva stood up, the sense of excitement overwhelming her small stature as she meows loudly in alert and eagerness .

     how happy she was to see her new friend!! yet what a shame it was that inside the store, caelius did not fully share her excitement .

     Anduin was quiet about his travel to Westfall. He would be here only the weekend, and did not want to make it an extravagant deal of his short absence. It wasn’t a secret travel, but it also wasn’t a detail he volunteered readily. But once he had finally settled in the village, he quickly learned of strange sightings of a beast of some kind in the area, and knew he had to investigate.

     He had entered an old barn, dusting off some cobwebs here and there when he heard movement. Cautiously, he made his way through, channeling the Light in one hand, and upon rounding the corner, he crashed into someone, his hood flying off.