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If My Muse Turned Evil

Worse: Terras cuts through his old students, Amos, Ilyana, and Nemphtyas; they thought his students would stop him, he loved them after all. He manages to beat his way through Imara, and Addy; because surely, he’d stop for his friends. Noitora goes easy on him because he knows, if he doesn’t hold back, he’ll kill Terras, and Terras rips through him like a wet paper towel.

And when his reign of carnage is done, when everyone has hesitated because it was him, it was Terras that was attacking them- he’s holding a body in his arms, and the last thing it says to him is; “I love you.”

What is your muse’s weapon of choice? Is it magical or mundane in nature?

Terras uses a variety of weapons- or he can at least. Polearms, daggers, or glaives are easy for him to use, it’s just he prefers his flaming glaives over anything else. His glaives look relatively normal when they’re sheathed but when he pulls them out he lights em up usually. Since he’s a charhound and all.

Given a chance to learn and use a combat ability or magic they don’t possess, what would your muse choose?

Probably to be able to use his tail as defensively/offensively as his old student Noitora can. Terras’ tail (when metamorphosized, he doesn’t have one otherwise) is skeletal and while prehensile it isn’t really effective for anything other than looking cool.

Is your muse particularly merciless or do they leave their opponents relatively whole after a fight? Why?

Terras has never killed one of his trainees, but he does occasionally eat the demons he kills. It’s a rare (and disgusting) event. 

Usually he does this because he can grow reasonably stronger by consuming said demon, other times it really is just because he’s hungry. Demon form burns calories like nothing else, he’s gotta keep his strength up!

Does your muse have any regrets about a battle or incident they had to fight in? Has it changed them?

Yeah, he regrets letting his entire squad die and then himself. It’s changed him completely, driven him to alcoholism and has left his body with a scar right over his heart. His death has also given him a far amount of death anxiety since, for some reason, he can’t remember what happened while he was dead. Sometimes he doubts that he has an immortal soul like the rest of the Illidari.

A lone Illidari sits in one of the dark hallways of the Black Temple. Their leg bounced up and down, one couldn’t decide if the owner of said leg was nervous or just hyper.

Footsteps echoed down the hall. The singular elf stood at attention as Sergeant Felwarden and Lieutenant Ilyana approached.

“Sergeant I-” The Illidari began, but the instant Terras saw him, he charged at his comrade, wrapping his fingers around the other man’s throat. He pinned the other Illidari against the wall. 

“Terras-” Ilyana tried to scold, but Terras didn’t drop his hand.

The Illidari he’d pinned to the wall tried to gasp, one hand wrapped around his arm, the other trying weakly to beat him back. Terras sucked a single breath in. In his head, he was counting.

45... 46... 47...

“Terras, let him go.” Ilyana tried again.

Terras kept eye contact with the other Illidari, who was trying his best to remain resolute and look just as angry as Terras.

80... 81... 82...

“P- pl-- ee-” The Illidari Terras had a stranglehold on gasped out.

91... 92... 93.

Terras dropped the Illidari to the ground. While the man beneath him sputtered, retched and gasped for breath, Terras started to speak.

“Do you have any idea how long it took me to get the Felblood to trust me?” He hissed, “Ninety-three days. Three, fucking months.” He growled, baring his teeth like his namesake, The Hound. “And you take all of that away in a matter of seconds, you insolent whelp.”

“Terras-” Ilyana tried once again to step in, but made no move to help the Illidari at his feet. 

“Do it again. Come anywhere near this cell block. If I get so much as a HINT that you might have come here, I will come for you, and you will not attack a fellow member of our order again.” Terras seethed, his words were ugly, nearly spitting them out in barely-contained rage.

He turned to walk out.

“Sergeant..” The man on the floor was sitting, rubbing his throat. “He’s an abomination.”

Terras has an eye for certain things, all teachers do. Catching movement in the corner of one’s eyes, seeing a student who was prone to bad behavior from across the training pits. Finding one who was in trouble without any idea of where to find them.

“Hey big guy! I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” He held up a hand to Noitora, who probably wasn’t all too excited to see him.

The other hunter put a hand on his hip. “Alright, what about?”

He put a hand on Noitora’s shoulder, directing him to a place on the side of the road where they could talk relatively alone. “Look man- I know I’m a pain in your ass. I have ever since you woke up but- everything I have done, since your blow up and before, has been to keep you safe.”

He had been at the meeting, of course. As Noitora’s old trainer and main handler, he had the right to weigh in on the Illidari’s decision on what to do with him after he had lost control for the second time. A crater in the middle of Eversong Forest wasn’t a good look. He’d tried so hard, and they’d still wanted him put down.

Put down was a nice way of saying killed.

Killing Dariun Bloodmourne had been the only thing that had stayed their hand. That, and Terras’ current babysitting gig. ‘Watch him’ they said, ‘One foot out of line, and he’s dead.’.

Which is why when Noitora sighed, it surprised him. “I know. I know you’ve been trying to help me. Really. I should have been nicer to you. I’ve been taking out my frustration with the Illidari out on you and others. It’s not right, and I’m sorry.”

Terras scrunched his eyebrows, he resisted the urge to touch Noitora as he had done with so many of the fledglings before him. He sighed as well, looking down for a moment. “I’m sorry too. I should have done more. You broke my bones, you killed recruits, and I told them you’d come back, and then I turned into a prick on you when you needed a teacher the most. For that, I’m sorry.”

The Fel’dorei shook his head; “The error was mine. I hardened myself to everything, and made it a point to push people away. I never needed a teacher. I needed a friend.”

Terras’ eyebrows raised a bit, sympathy showing plain on his face. “I know. Whatever you feel the need to apologize for, don’t. It was our fault in the first place. I want to be a better person- a better friend, to you.”

“I.. would like that, I will try to do the same from now on.”

Terras lets out a chuckle. “I guess this means I can’t taunt you with baby talk anymore.”

“You know when I joined we didn’t have orientation, they just shoved us in tight pants and told us to take off our shirts.”

His humor was doing little to diffuse the nerves that were building in the group of fledglings, though he did get a few dry chuckles out of the ones in the back. They were still getting used to the Sight, and dealing with the changes that their bodies had accrued as a result of the ritual. But they were well enough to walk.

“Anyways, you don’t actually get to train with me until you move on to working in groups.” He explained as they came to a stop in front of a large iron door. “In which, I will introduce you to fighting large demons that require more than one of you which means you’ll have to work together. And you’ll be practicing on this guy here.” He rammed his fist against the door a few times. 

Are you scared of spiders?

“Can’t afford to be scared of them when the entire Anarasi race looks like em. Besides, I think that would hurt poor Behail’s (@skeletalwings) feelings.”

Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Terras lets out a laugh. “Oh doll, everyone here knows what the answer to that is.”

Where was the last place you snogged someone?

“Last guy I kissed was in The Row. A rogue, you know? Really good for that sort of quick stuff-”   

What are your plans for this weekend?

Get to know the people in my muse’s life.

This a bit of a hard question because there’s a lot of people Terras would die for, even when his own “Fight like hell” mentality says death should never even be on the table. He’s a hypocrite, like we all are. He’d die for Imara, Veleanthe, Irielle- but in the end, he knows they’re all big girls. Would he die for his ex-husband? 

Well that’s something you’re going to have to guess.

if there is one person that Terras has fought for and bled for the most, and probably would end up being the person he dies for, it would be Noitora. He’s risked his neck multiple times to keep his former student safe, he gave up part of his freedom to keep Noitora safe. So yeah, it’s safe to say he’d die for him.