#shadowsblades

                    “    you  really  ought  to  be  more  careful.    one  of  these  days,   i  won’t  be  here  to  help  you  and  what  will  you  do  then?    ”

○ Bloodlet Soiree Prompts ○

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     There was supposed to be a puppet show around here.

     Standing around as all types of Scourge-folk and strangers of the living meander about in what is most certainly a trap bubbled up all manners of discomfort within the Spymaster. He situates an agent to watch the main floor to relieve him from the crowd and investigate the quieter areas.

     So, he snoops. He finds the... questionable puppets and stage, where all manners of props, materials, and reagents of origins he’d rather not think about right now lay about. Stacked high are the various puppets carefully arranged in a pyramid, each detailing faces of notable figures, as well as the undead.

     Curious, he prods at one, only for it to collapse the entirety of the pile, the integrity of the structure ruined and clattering loudly to the floor in an utter heap of disaster. He doesn’t move, just holds completely still as they all crash down at his feet.

     He looks up, seeing that he’s been witnessed by Valeera of all guests, and says nothing for a long moment, as something else nearby begins to clatter down just as loud.

“So, you’re Shaw’s pirate.” Though her eyes are narrowed in sceptical assessment, it’s not a question: she’d know who he is even absent his strange affiliation with the spymaster. What she cannot fathom, even with her head canted to one side, even squinting, her nose wrinkled in faint distaste at what her scrutiny discovers, is why there’s an affiliation there at all. Not that she wants to make a habit of understanding Shaw... // send me stuff ! // @shadowsblades​

                                                               “ i HAVE a NAME !”

claimed with no shortage of INDIGNATION , gloved palm lifting to breast in example of AFFRONT . shaw’s pirate ? nay , what he IS is OFFENDED---

                                                         “ is that what he’s telling people ?”

color him PIQUED , a touch FLUTTERED to hear mathias talks about him , helplessly interested in hearing THE WHOLE STORY , but somehow the LOOK she’s gracing him with stymies any pressing---there’s a sharp EDGE in her gaze , an impressive amount of CRITICISM to be found in just the ARCH to her BROWS ; indignant , & now uncomfortably & uncharacteristically SELF-CONSCIOUS .

     the hand remains upon his chest , the action now more in some sense of self-preservation ,           regretfully self-aware under such thorough investigation .

100 random character development questions // accepting ::

2. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday? (before and after death)

We do not speak of the havoc a drunken Sylvanas, Nathanos, and Lor’themar caused in Dalaran when celebrating the Ranger-General’s 300th birthday. Oh the chaos that Silvermoon and Quel’Thalas briefly endured when their Ranger-General, and top ranking Ranger-Lords vanished without a word. Made worse by the reports from Dalaran of three mysterious archers terrorizing mages…

King Anestarian quickly forbade any to speak on the subject…

In undeath it is a much more subdued event, the Dark Lady hardly acknowledges the day. Generally, she is far too busy to really plan or do anything for it anyways.

14. Detail one secret shame your character feels.

Specific to our thread with Survivor Sylvanas and Child Valeera… 

She doesn’t believe they’ll make it. Sylvanas doesn’t have the heart to tell Valeera that their chances of making it out of Lordaeron are dismal. She is near certain they’re both going to die, and all she can hope is that when that horrible moment finds them, she can kill Valeera to spare her the horror of being eaten alive by ghouls and undead.

67. Does your character believe in fate or destiny?

Traitor, Vanora would have snarled if the directive hadn’t been to play nice. And because Vanora was such a teamplayer and good and loyal Thalassian citizen, she wouldn’t dare to raise the Ranger General’s - or worse, the Lord Regent’s - ire. Still - the Ranger Lord didn’t look all to happy to meet Lady Sanguinar, who seemed to prefer the Alliance’s companionship to that of the own people. Not even a High Elf at that, either. But this wasn’t the right moment; even though Vanora’s burning gaze rested on Valeera’s pretty little face.  

@shadowsblades said: “there is no honor in betraying your friends.“

THE SONG OF ACHILLES MEME // accepting.

"Loyalty has value, when devoted to the right people.” As meaningless as a honor, otherwise, both so quick to lead one to death meaningless in effort thankless. Loyalty he can respect, however; it never stopped being part of who he is at very core, dutiful as he had constantly been in following Sylvanas, regardless of where it led him -- to hell and beyond, if needed be. He can concede her this much, if nothing else, the respect in acknowledging there is virtue in her unwillingness to betray her friends. Unimportant, truly, and Nathanos knows this as well as Valeera also certainly does.

Crimson gaze remains upon her, eerily calm and utmost alert to her actions. “I advise you to think if your friends are such, nevertheless. I’m sure they would mourn you should you die, say the proper words and remember you fondly. But should you become something other than a corpse on a proper little grave, well beneath the earth, would those friends of yours be your friends still?”

     The Spymaster knows Stormwind better than the backs of his own hands. There’s not a single nook or cranny in this city that he’s not aware of — every space has been used to his advantage one way or another. In narrow alleys, sound travels further, allowing quiet intel gathering; in some corners, it takes minimal effort to settle in and blend with the environment.

     But perhaps his favorite has always been the rooftops.

     The slowly setting sun paints the sky in brilliant blazes of pinks, purples and oranges, and he savors it, soaking in the beauty among the slowly dwindling crowds of citizens and adventurers at the ground below. The armistice meant more free time; if he wanted work, he’d have to genuinely find it. Dreadful.

     He doesn’t move when he hears company approach, recognizing the cadence of footsteps. He’s comfortable, even, to know Sanguinar was there, and doesn’t bristle in the slightest.

     “ Bored? ” He asks, sparing a glance back to her. “ Quite nothing to do except observe the colors in the sky. Aside, of course, from a troublesome group not far from Northshire — something tempting to check out, if you’re interested in accompanying. ”