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No. 3 - STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT...
taunting | insults | “Who did this to you?”
They were jeering at the young man. Barely more than a boy, really. He was out of place, so obviously out of place. His hair was a dark, deep violet, his skin tinged purple and his eyes, again, were glowing purple. He was void-touched.
5 elves had him pinned into a corner in one of the back alleys of Dalaran, a city where everyone was supposed to come together to discuss differences plan in peace and calm.
Supposed to, anyway.
"Traitor!"
"Coward!"
"Fucking sellout!"
"Power-hungry little shit!"
"What are you gonna do? Hit us with your big bad creepy tentacles? Go all dark on us? Hah! I'd like to see you try, pathetic wimp."
The young man was curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth, quietly talking to himself.
"What are you saying, crazy boy? Come on, freak!" The last insult was punctuated with a kick, the other four laughing as he fell over.
The five elven men went silent as they heard another voice approaching. They saw the shadow of horns and wings on the wall, getting bigger as the voice came closer.
They panicked, thinking a demon had come for them, and climbed over the wall at the end of the alleyway, leaving their victim to the mercy of the approaching shadow.
He was still curled up in a ball on his side, talking to himself.
The voice paused in its conversation as his companion touched his arm. "What is it, dear?"
The couple were standing at the mouth of the alleyway. Two elves, a man and a woman, linked arm in arm. The woman had dusky skin, and pale blue hair braided and resting on her shoulder, two long scars on her cheeks freshly sewn up. Her eyes had the unnatural blue of the undead, rather than the blue of a Highborn elf. The man was a bit taller, and had the horns and wings of a demon hunter. His horns were short, but his wings were huge, unable to he tucked away like the others. His hair was red, pulled into a ponytail that had the ends of his blindfold tucked in as well.
The woman pointed into the alleyway, and they walked in to investigate.
The young man started as the woman gently set her hand on his shoulder.
"Don't! No no no. Please no. I know I have to, but it hurts. I don't want to hurt. Even if I have to. Please please please..."
He was sitting upright again, back to the wall and holding his hands up in front of his face.
The man's mouth was open in shock. "Who did this to you?" He asked softly, kneeling beside his wife now.
"Who? Anyone.... everyone. Anything and everything. It has to happen. Has to be me."
The hands were moving away from his face, slowly and cautiously. He looked between the couple warily. They were strange, that's for sure. An undead woman, and a man who was almost a demon, but not quite.
"We're not going to hurt you. It's alright now." The man says soothingly, as his wife gently holds out her hands.
She looks at her husband, then back at the young man.
"My name is Lorinath. This is my wife, Mendvia. She can't speak, but she can hear what you say. What's your name?" The demon hunter asks.
"... Inlaeth." The young man replies.
Mendvia smiles warmly, taking his hand. Lorinath smiles brightly. He looks at Mendvia for a moment, then back at Inlaeth.
"Would you like to come home with us?" He asks.
"Home?" Inlaeth asks uncertainly.
Mendvia nods happily.
".... home." Inlaeth is calmer now, and gingerly holds a hand out to Lorinath.
He takes the hand of his new son. "Home indeed.
Inlaeth belongs to @vawianwynn thank you for letting some of my oc's adopt him!
Lorinath is the younger brother of Kael'thas Sunstrider, and followed him into Outland after the Scourge invasion of Quel'thalas, along with his wife, Mendvia, and his infant daughter, Elrondia.
Lorinath was left in charge of one of the colonization effort villages by his older brother, but while he and his wife were away meeting with Kael'thas, demons attacked and destroyed the village. When Lorinath and Mendvia returned, they couldn't find a single living person, not even their daughter.
After the destruction of the village, Lorinath joined Illidan Stormrage and became a demon hunter, giving up his last name and his status as a prince. He became imprisoned with the rest of the demon hunters by the wardens.
When he was released in Legion, Lorinath reunited with his wife, Mendvia, who had since become a death knight, and their daughter Elrondia, who had been rescued before her parents had returned and grew up in an orphanage, becoming a paladin.
At the beginning of BFA, Lorinath and Mendvia adopted a deaf Sin'dori boy named Daelinth, and Mendvia taught him sign language, which she herself started using after becoming mute as a death knight.
Lorinath enchanted Daelinth and Mendvia's gloves so that he can see their signs better, and he does sign himself.
In Shadowlands he joined the Venthyr covenant and reunited with his older brother, which caused the truth about his heritage to resurface.
Personality: Lorinath is very talkative, and has a lot of energy. He loves heights, and his wings are large enough for him to fly. He has some anxieties about leading, and he had worked through his issues with always being in Kael'thas's shadow, but they have re-emerged after meeting him in the shadowlands.
And this is what Lorinath looked like when he was younger, aka pre-illidari.
The breakthrough happens one night as Lorinath is sleeping. His blindfold is off, his hair unbound and covering his horns. Kael'thas sees him, and in that moment he doesn't see a traitor and a coward, he sees the annoying little boy that tried to follow him everywhere, that always wanted to know what he was doing. The prince saw a young man vowing to follow him to the four corners of Azeroth and beyond, a young man with bright blue eyes and not a single battle scar. Kael'thas couldn't keep from brushing a lock of their mother's red hair back, and his little brother shifted, two horns sitting on the top of his head and Fel-green scars on his neck revealed.
The fallen prince stalked over to The Accuser for answers.
"What happened? Where did it all go wrong?" He demanded.
The Venthyr looked at him over her book coldly. "You're asking the wrong question."
Kael'thas huffed in frustration, hands curling into fists. "What did *I* do wrong?" He asked.
The Accuser went back to her book. "Sire Denathrius did not take your memories. You know what you did."
Kael'thas frowned in thought. Lorinath was his little brother until he joined the Illidari. Why did he join them? He had always thought that Lorinath left out of spite. Because he was too scared to follow him anymore. But being a demon hunter required a lot of bravery. And a lot of pain. And any time Kael'thas saw Lorinath in the Black Temple, Lorinath was cold. Angry.
Why would he be angry at Kael'thas? Kael'thas was doing what was right for their people, he was taking care of Lorinath!
What happened to the little town he left Lorinath in charge of?
Oh. Oh Sunwell damn him.
Kael'thas remembered seeing that it was destroyed in a report. Why didn't he care more about it?
Because he was suffering from magic withdrawal-
Kael'thas hit himself in the forhead. That shouldn't have been an excuse. That shouldn't have been an excuse for a lot of things. He should have been stronger than that. Able to push past it.
But if people followed him to the Legion that meant he was right. Right?
No. He'd seen people follow terrible causes before.
When did the town get destroyed? Why didn't Lorinath ask him for help then? When did it-
He had called them away. He had called Lorinath and his wife away to talk about..... something. What was it? Kael'thas called them away and they weren't there when the demons attacked. It was the demons that attacked, after all, what else was out there?
So of course Lorinath joined Illidan. To fight the demons. And he blamed Kael'thas. But why didn't he follow Kael'thas once he left Illidan-
'He tried to leave your shadow and you demanded he go back.' A little voice in the back of his head said. 'He tried to follow you and it brought him ruin and you wonder why he wants nothing to do with you? Your little brother's story is repeated, over and over by every other Sin'dori. They tried to follow you, and you led them over a cliff.'
Kael'thas slapped his hands over his head, fighting back tears. "No! I-"
He looked back at the Accuser. "Make them stop hating me!"
She raised an eyebrow. "I can't. And even if I could, why would I?"
Kael'thas was panting now, looking back and forth in desperation. "How do I fix it?"
The Accuser casually turned a page. "There is nothing to fix until you fix yourself."
Kael'thas growled. "I am Quel'thalas! I am the Sin'dori! I am their prince, they should listen to me!"
"You died. And despite your best efforts, the Sin'dori did not."
The dead prince ran his hands through his white hair. "How do I-" he gritted his teeth. "How do I... apologize?" His voice was much quieter than usual.
The Accuser finally looked at him. "With truth in your voice, no excuses, no explanations, and no expectations of forgiveness."
Kael'thas squinted his eyes shut. And after a moment he sighed.
"....... thank you."
The Accuser raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as he walked away.
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The two elves has managed to earn an evening of peace and quiet, cuddling together on their bed. It was hard-won, fighting the Legion on the Broken Isles often took up every moment.
Mendvia was laying on her back on the bed, and her husband Lorinath lay on her legs, his head resting on her lower stomach. His wings were outstretched on either side of the bed, and he carefully angled himself so his horns didn't poke her.
The two of them stayed in silence for a while, finally relaxing. Then Mendvia gently tapped Lorinath's head to get him to look up.
Are you sure you're okay with... all this? She signed, motioning at her body. It was cold, and scarred, and bore the unmistakable signs of death.
Lorinath looked her over through his red blindfold. "Yeah, I'm perfectly okay with this."
He smiled softly and started kissing her hips, wandering across her lower torso as he went.
"I fell in love with you, not your body. As long as you have no problems with how.... different my body is, I have none with yours."
He looked up and smiled at her. "I am yours, for as long as you will have me."
Mendvia's cold hand ran through his red hair, now loose, and he leaned into her touch. The Fel fire running in his veins burned hot enough for the both of them.
Pants: what does your oc generally wear, do they have any noticeable accessories?
Lorinath generally wears a lot of red, sometimes switching his armor out just to get something that has more red or is a different shade of red. A notable accessory would probably be his blindfold, which is also red, and came from one of his daughters baby blankets, which was the only thing of her he could find after demons attacked his settlement in Outland.
Eyes: what's the first physical thing people notice about your oc?
For Mendvia, it would probably be the really huge tear track rot scars on her cheeks. Or after she's reunited with her family, probably the white stitches that pulled the edges back together.
Mirror: how does your oc perceive themselves? Do they consider themselves attractive, ugly? Do they have any features that they are insecure or proud of?
Ciel..... doesn't really perceive herself. If she decided to really look at herself in a mirror, she would probably find a whole bunch of things to be insecure about, but also the same amount of things to be proud of. Whether she thinks she's beautiful or not doesn't matter, because no matter what anyone says to her she cannot take a compliment so she has no idea whether she is just bad at taking compliments or if she is actually bad/plain looking.
