#runedblade

Send me a url and I’ll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them. - Closed.

Old Zoen,

     Congratulations on not dying again, loser. I mean, you’re probably still enslaved or crazy or some weird, Old Godlike abomination, but you aren’t dead again. So points to you.

The wind sung, whistled, tearing gently at the soft blue in the shaman’s face. Some time had it been since it played with her, urged her to listen to it as she alerted herself to her surroundings. Euanthe would not travel on foot as she would for this long. Ancestors would have long since assisted her in the form of a spirit wolf, making such a trip one less arduous. Yet here, she found herself looking -- gazing, perhaps -- into a chill she could associate only with undeath. The chill of the air was but a small prick of interest, and the wind would surely cease its playful banter in exchange for some fit for possible concern.

     Slowly would the woman turn, the jewels upon her horns hardly making      a sound as she did so, to face the approach of one surely burdened with      unnatural life. The fire upon the surface of her skin flickered against it in      spirit, an easy to spot speck within the thicket. Even as the stranger      grew closer, she had not moved nor wavered in its curiosity.

Spell out your name in my ask omg do it

K. RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARENTS.

     Somewhere down the hall, Arthas laughs. Zoen grins hollowly. “Take a guess, love.”

O. MY EYE COLOUR.

     See here.

L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.

     Bastard-blooded or not - unwanted and unloved or not - she was still the daughter of a king, yeah? Still the firstborn, only born, heir to a lineage of royalty and dignity from both her father and her mother - and look at her. Honorless. Deceitful. Monstrous. 

     She wonders, sometimes, who was the greater disappointment: Arthas, or her.

          Sometimes she thinks the answer is her.

T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR.

     See here.

I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

     See here.

R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.

     “I haven’t heard any music in a while, but… I think there was this new chant they were singing in the Cathedral before I left. It… sounded pretty.”

A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.

send me a ⚡️ and I’ll fill out for you/your muse:

my first impression of your muse: I’d like to say I made a joke about the allure of dead damsels in distress, but I was like twelve when I first met Koltira, so all I could think was, “HIS TATTOOS ARE SO COOL!”

my first impression of you: I can’t remember. It’s all a blur of snarky bronze dragons and snarky death knight children.

my favorite thing about your muse: It’s still the tattoos.

my favorite thing about you: Ah, man. You’re a genuine friend, and that’s great. I mean, you’re not afraid to ask someone if something is wrong, and you are willing to listen if they say yes. You’re also willing to back off if they aren’t. And that’s fantastic.

would I ever consider shipping our muses: Uh.

a plot I’d like to see between our muses: I feel like they would have really interesting conversations, philosophically speaking. I’m curious to see how their feelings regarding their undeath are similar and different, as well as how they feel for mortals, masters, etc.

Runedblade:

meet me in icecrown at 4am for an ASS KICKIN’

zoen being zoen. she probably punched a few dk scrubs or something zoeny. THERE YA GO

AHHHH MY DUMB BABY!!

She’s so angry. So incredibly angry. I blame whoever dyed her hair blue.