#kyuusei-shadowleaf

// This is the worst part for me. I’m just plain terrible at coming up with names xD That said, I use 3 methods: playing around with the letters of the alphabet until I find the end result acceptable to my mind; use a name generator (doesn’t happen often), or pick names I’ve read before in other books (usually of minor characters only showing up like once) and change those a little.

[ also asked by @foxglovethings! ]

Mozelle is well aware of the value and importance of keeping a robust social calendar and list of contacts; public events like open invitation parties and festivals are a great way to keep up on people, whether by attending them, staffing for them, or even hosting them. They’re also good excuses to dress up and show off without people expecting the same degree of effort in casual day-to-day.

More scholarly or educationally-focused events such as the Azerothian Medical Association are preferred to the fripperies of partying, but they are also less frequent. 

Though keeping a long list of contacts, in terms of actual social group Mozelle mostly sticks to what we dub the ‘Brood,’ or, to those less familiar: Foxrun and Friends. They account for the majority of individuals Mozelle spends the most time with at present.

There are a few individuals outside said Brood that Mozelle would consider part of her social group, but they are not often around and do not form a cohesive group.

Not a whole lot of salt as far as RP and tumblr go! Actually, I’m a little salty that I slept through most of Munday... That’s my favorite day for asks >.< I have quite a large concentration of salt going on in my personal life, though. If you want the whole rant, I’ll put it below. But thanks for asking, @kyuusei-shadowleaf!

Absolutely!

@miriam-maybrooke is really good friends with @melodic-melodiel - this is probably the oldest connection between my characters

@tirasiantrouper has worked for @elaianna for the Harbor Games so you could say business relationship there

@abighail-atwater and @mo-storeen and one other muse of mine are siblings

@elaianna is their Mother

Danaael’s birthday is July 1!

I chose it specifically for the astrological sign Cancer, an unfailingly loyal water sign whose strengths lie in emotional intelligence, nonverbal communication, and strong intuition. 

Challenges include codependency/abandonment issues, moodiness, and a tendency to live in the past, which are also very true for the quiet old goat. ❤️

He does not celebrate it on the day of, but that’s only because he doesn’t remember anymore when it was supposed to be! He’ll do a quick bit of joyful reflection over another year lived, though, and smile.

“No, no! She's the offering!”

The dark eyes of Silas Tintilan widened as he screamed, throwing his hands out in front of him in defense. Slowly, slowly, the fel hunter stalked towards him, the creature's unearthly antenna outstretched. They would reach the man first, latching onto his arms.

The sound of the demon siphoning the magic from the man she thought she loved probably sounded terrible, but Verdy couldn't hear it over his screams of terror, of protest, of pain. When Silas screamed her name, Verdy still could not hear it over the sounds of her own terrified yelling and body wrenching sobs.

Wafts of smoke drifted up from his body. He was once broad chested and strong, unlike most mages, but now he was nothing but a shriveled man who crumpled to the floor. His face frozen in the middle of his regretful screams, his once dark eyes void of color as they stared unblinking at the young naive farmgirl.

She tried to look away but he kept staring at her. He would never stop staring.

The fel hunter turned to her.

Verdy scrambled to a corner, grabbing the closest thing to her: a kitchen knife. The creature lunged and Verdy slashed wildly, eyes squeezed shut to avoid the gaze of her boyfriend. She slashed and slashed and slashed until she felt the hot icor of the demons insides and heard it slump to her apartment floor.

Her eyes opened to look at the sight in her apartment: A fel hunter with its belly slashed open laid in front of her. The smell caused bile to rise in her throat. She looked past it to see Silas. Quickly, Verdy scrambled over, yelling his name, shaking him, hoping this was all a mistake.

“Please, please, please!”

She held his skeletal thin body in her arms. She stroked his hair and clumps fell out in her hands. He stared at her, unblinking, lifeless. She stared back through gut wrenching sobs, holding him close, praying it was all a dream.