#javuth

(Tagged by @abucketofdumbos I figured since she did her corner mem I’d do mine!)

1. Javuth’s most signature identifying feature was his worg Lucky, a very old one eyed worg he found after Quel’thalas fell. They were both beat up and lost so they started hanging out together and from there they became best friends. Around the time of Warlords Lucky passed away from being an old Doggo and Jav found himself a Frostwolf pup that he would name Lucky.

2. For a long time Javuth was technically AWOL. It was kinda one of my shitty excuses as to why one of my characters never says their last name so I don’t have to give them one. He technically never did return to the Rangers and go ‘Hey, I’m alive’ after Quel’thalas fell, so they always assumed he was dead or fled. Fortunately they didn’t court marshal him so he just kinda rejoined into the Horde military.

3. I don’t play Javuth anymore so I never got the chance to write about it, but there was a story behind him transitioning from a Marksman hunter to a Survival hunter in Legion. During the Broken Shore he would get hit by a rather large piece of shrapnel in the hand and he would have trouble bending his fingers, no longer making him able to bend a bow. It would be pretty devastating as archery is the sole one thing Javuth isn’t a failure yet. Naturally being such a smarty he would revert to using sharp sticks and go Survival.

4. Leeta (abucketofdumbos toon and Cornermem) is really the only relationship Jav’s ever had, and that brief companionship was hardly even considered that. He’s too much of a failure and all around slob to really attract the average woman, so he certainly idolized Leeta for a long time.

5. Jim was, and in partiality still, Jav’s best friend. Jim barely ever remembered his name and I don’t even remember what Jav’s cornermem nickname was, but Jim could make Jav laugh and could include him in antics so that was worth the world to him.

6. Jav would be a fullblown alcoholic if he could afford it, but fortunately for him and the few people who know his name he’s too poor to afford alcoholism. Though usually if he ever does have excess money (for once) he’ll blow it on food and booze.

7. Jav is a virgin. For the most part he’s asexual, though he does very much like women and smooching them. Especially after seeing Jim and his eight plus children, most of them from different mothers, he didn’t much get what the big deal was. Of course I’m sure if he ever did try it out he might change opinions on the subject.

8. Jav is still alive! And maybe I’ll go back to him in one way or form. If I ever have the motivation or support with Leeta’s mun I might move him to Alliance or even just over to Moonguard where things aren’t as dead Horde side.

☆ Hanth

“Captain’s Log…wow. Ever since me n’ Mal have been shooting for a kid…she’s just…by far the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m honestly exhausted. Can’t even get a pity handjob either because it all has to go in her. When I woke up this morning she was riding me and I just kinda let it happened while I went back to sleep. I mean, can’t complain. It’s sex. Great sex. And it never hurts to feel so wanted. But fuck, my dick hurts.”

♘  Hanth

“Captain’s Log. I’m a dad now. I don’t….things are weird. Crew looks at me different. Some of them got kids, which I know, and maybe that’s why I’m more ashamed of it. Some of them do this work because it’s the only way they can provide. I’m doing it for my own damned pride and self-satisfaction. How many people can just afford that? And it means I have to spend time away from the crew. It wasn’t bad with Mal. I brought her on. She even made me give her a position. But kids? Can’t bring kids on a boat when there’s bloody pirates and smugglers around. Even if I am one.”

♘  Javuth

“So I’m the only person left on the corner.

They were all back fer a bit. Jim, Rae, and Leets. Wasn’t the same as it was, but not like how it is now. Now I’m just alone again. No lucky. No Jim. And no Leeta.

I’d at least got Leeta if I didn’t push her away.

Did what I always do. Opened my mouth and got hot headed. I know she likes Rae. Maybe me n’ Leets wouldn’t be dating, but we’d be friends still. Might even smooch some. At least I’d got somebody to talk with.

Instead I’m alone again. And like always it’s all my fault.

This looks dumb.

Just about every other minute he questioned why he was in Gilneas. It rained nearly all the time. There was no sun to speak of. Wolf men. Dead folk. A lot of spooky houses with nobody in them besides awkward paintings. He reflected that his decision making skills were generally poor. None the less he had to be sport. Well...he didn't -have- to, but he told himself that.

The house smelled of animals. It was an old smell though. A few months at the least since one was present. It was a nice place considering the gloomy atmosphere outside of it. But he wasn't there to appraise. You see, he was looking for clues. Lucky had a mighty powerful noise and he kept a particular scent ever since the day he came across the certain person. It had brought him to a few places. An old barn in Tirisfal, some spots in Silverpine, and more strongly in this Gilnean house. 

When it came to items though, there wasn't a whole lot to look at. Chairs. Table. All of the trunks and shelves had been emptied up. Whomever had last lived there had dipped some while back. It left a bit of a husk of what could be a cozy home. He let Lucky sniff about and mark his territory while he shuffled about. 

Well this is fruitless.

'Why am I doing this' came first and foremost in his head while he plopped down. Leeta was frankly doing her own thing. He was under the impression she had left the Corner for good, yet just the other night she was there. It scared him more and more with the realization that her and Rav were probably going to be a permanent thing unless one or the other did something stupid.

So he was going on a bit of a suicide mission.

The woman had made it clear that bad things would happened if he kept up his business. However she failed to take into account that he was a stubborn thing and that making poor decisions was second nature. He sort of considered it his send off to the world. Solve one mystery, maybe connect a family before getting stabbed in the stomach.

I sincerely hate myself sometimes.

Palms rubbed at his face and he grumbled before something caught his eyes. A burnt slip of paper with some writing on it. He had to peer at the elegant script to figure it out. There was a stamp on it, something akin to what the Row folk tote about.

And a name.

Well. I did it.

His arm was straight. Back muscles tight, but not too tight. A deep breath and an exhale. You never let go of the arrow. You just let your fingers loosen for a natural release.

Thrum.

If there was one thing the idiot hunter was proud of, then it was his archery. He wasn't exactly golden at anything else. Fairly decent at ranging. Surviving and the like. He could track even, but he took the most pride in his ability to put an arrow where he wanted it.

And it helped him think.

If they don't hate you now, they will soon.

He had turned his largely non-existent asshole meter to the maximum setting. Cursing. Insulting. Moving out and generally being a nuisance. Not many people understood Jav's thought processes. Fel, he barely understood it. His logic was to take extremes when forced into a situation. His extreme being move himself out of the picture. It was unhealthy for Leeta to love three people. She couldn't be with one so that left two.

And now he had made it just one.

I wonder if someone'll send me a cake for this.

With a tired sigh he went about tugging another arrow free and knocking it.

I'm not leaving, Leeta.

Not until after the wedding at the least. I'm sorry that I'm being a giant ass. I have a lot of anxiety in my tummy, you know? I just feel stressed...but it'll pass.

You don't abandon the people you love, yea? I'll be here for a little whiles longer.

- Javuth and Lucky

P.S. Lucky didn't really sign. I did it for him.

I'm running out of walls.

Most rooms had like, what, four walls? He was on his third. The opposite side of the collaboration he had done with Leeta. Shakily he stood, having been painting through the night and into the morning, with hands covered in all sorts of colors and a brush dangling between his fingers.

It was him and Lucky. On a bench on a hill. It was all empty. No corner. No corner members. Just him and Lucky and the bench and a lot of green. In reality it was sad. Desolate even. It was how he felt and how he wanted to be. Really his ideal state. Things were always better off like that.

Then he turned to the orb, rolling it in his hands and smearing a little paint over the misty memories that played on it. Until sunrise he had been looking at it between his strokes. Absorbing what he could. Of course it was impossible to take in someone's life despite how long he looked, but he did his best.

And when he walked out in the morning to go nap on a bench he left the orb in the Loft's hallway. Rav could find it. Leeta could. They both could for all he cared. He was done with it.

I'm nobody.

That's how it's always been. How it always will be. It's how I like it and how I want it. Javuth died in the Third War. I'm just some guy with a big ol' dog that he dotes over. I ran away to avoid the stress of violence and death and seeing the people you care about die next to you.

But it always comes back to me.

I've made so many mistakes. They always start off small. A misspoken word here. A bad gesture there. They snowball and collect until there's a boulder on your mind and you just want to scream. It's why I always run. Keep ahead of the boulder. Don't let it crush you.

But this time I'm staying.

Why? Because a girl I like asked me to? It's plain she doesn't like me more than platonic gestures. (I had to look that word up in the Spire.) There are better people at that Corner than me. Every single one of them. They're not running. They have nothing left to run from. Even Jim is better off. He gave himself a purpose. A silly one, yea, but it's still something.

I have nothing.

That's how it should be. Alone. It's easier to run when you're alone. Fel. Leeta tried killing herself. Maybe it wasn't entirely my fault, but I know in part I had a hand in it. Every fiber of my being says to smash that orb in front of her and just run. 

There's only one thing I can think of. The only sensible thing. 

Make her hate me.

If she wants me to go then who am I to say no? I should become worse than Jim's mean streaks. Have her become disgusted with me. And when she finally gives her consent I'll take Lucky and go. Screw my stuff. Packing is too hard.

Silvermoon was a welcoming sight.

He had spent nearly half a day in the Plaguelands before making his way back to the City. Skirting Scourge, beasts, and Trolls. Probably other things he was too busy running from to notice. And finally home was in sight. Everything that it entailed. Leeta, Rav, Jim and Rae. Even the Doctor Lady though he was certain she hated everything except Jim, despite her saying she hated him the most.

People were weird like that.

Lucky had pounced on him the moment he entered the gates of the City. Judging by his good condition Leeta had take pleasant care of him. And like Leeta promised he had a new shiny collar with his name on it and everything. He spent a good ten minutes rolling around with the Worg (to the disapproval of the gate guards) before wandering along the streets.

Man. He was tired. Even climbing all the steps to Rav's loft was torture. Part of him felt tempted to ride Lucky, but somehow riding a large Worg up stairs registered as a bad idea. So he soldiered on for like the twentieth time this month. (It's only like the fifth by now.) And he entered the warm embrace of the loft.

It was like seven in the morning. Everyone would be sleeping. Probably best if he was quiet or something. Not announce his presence.

He stood outside of Leeta's door for a good half hour.

Shit. He really just wanted to walk in and cuddle and talk about how much he missed her. Smooch a little if she wanted to and nape for the next day or two. But he stood. Stared at the door for a bit. Eventually turning on a heel to go back into his room.

Before they had left they had painted another face of his walls. This one was divided in two. One by him and one by her. One was incredibly well done. Cute even. It portrayed all of the Corner Members (and even Lucky) hanging around and generally having fun. His was a very shaded style. A interpretation of his dinner he had with Leeta in Azshara. All of the Goblin serving men had rather large bow-ties and he and Leeta sat side by side in front of a large seafood course. Above them was a grey heart.

It made him all sad. Not the art, but how things couldn't be like that. When they were painting Leeta was incredibly happy. They had a moment to be cute together. Smooch in the smooch appropriate spots. Play around and create art. It all ended in one moment. His fault entirely. He had overstepped his joy and in turn that brought hers back to her reality.