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Your Result: The Villain

The bad guys. The mad scientists, the cruel executives, the evil witches and wizards, the corrupt politicians, the mortal aspects of pure evil, and, more often than not, the people (or otherwise) that instigate the conflict and the story. You are a very determined individual with a very strict set of rules. Your mind is mostly thinking about how you can reach your goals and conquer your ambitions. You are often described as cunning and intelligent by the few who stick by your side. You like sticking to the shadows and observing, rather than interacting and taking action.

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Tagged By: @endora-bloodveil

Nastrian, Sin’dorei Hunter. 

Vallesta and Phaeith had a ‘thing.’ A thing where... he walked her home. She offered him hearth, food, and bath.. Then he took his stand, outside of her door. Usually, she would toss and turn in her bed, only to find herself sleepless, and exhausted. This time around, Phaeith figured out a whole new way of being close to the man. He rested himself against the outside of her door, and she rested her back against the inside of her door. What Vallesta didn’t know, was that, as of late.. She has been making a little nest for herself by the door, for some odd reason. Something about feeling less lonely, and close to someone. A few scraggy sheets, with tons of pillows on the ground. She would awaken before the sun would pierce the windows, only to pretend that she was quietly sleeping in her bed.. It was a thing. They had a thing. A bond forged out of the hottest of fires, something she still did not understand right now. 

   He walked into her life in July, escorted her to a Ball, then disappeared. He walked back into her life, and they shared the loss of their close friend, ‘Nas of Eversong.’ When he walked back into her life, he joined the House. He became one of her trusted members, and he still is. Except, he became her personal Guard. For the past couple of months, they managed to forge some type of exceptional bond, that left her.. Feeling something in that void of a heart she had. Perhaps it was because in this dark time, he would break his ploy as her Guard, to tell her jokes whenever she would be in the middle of a meeting, prepared to break down. Perhaps it was because he would give her hugs, when she knew he had personal space problems, due to his past. Perhaps it was because he treated her like she mattered, without having ulterior motives. Perhaps, it was because he was humane. Wholesome. Dauntless. Free, and kind with her. Perhaps she was lost, and he somehow helped find her. In a weird sense, Vallesta became her anchor in this dark time, and she wondered what she would have done if he wasn’t around.. But.. then.. 

   There was Eldy. Eldrin Emberfist, a man of smiles, hugs, and homemade brew. He had a knack for nearly giving Phaeith heart attacks, always walking up to her with some new injury that they *both* knew would make her run around like a chicken with it’s head cut off, the moment she saw *his* own blood dripping. Eldy and Vallesta had become friends in a short period of time, and for once, it felt nice. They did a thing, where the two of them would notice Phaeith being sad, so, they would opt to carry the conversation, and she would listen. A thing.. That was their thing. Where, Eldrin would go off about his recent victories in some type of new Brawl match, and Vallesta would bring up his past stories, of his own victories. Not without congratulating him, and telling Phaeith to be proud that Eldy was victorious, not the one who was stuck in the infirmary. That.. that was their thing.