#timmelith

Before and after: a quick redraw of a concept drawing I did a few months back for Timmelith and his netherdrake companion, Jorusus. One day I will sharpen and color this.

What is this question I don’t even

SERIOUS ANSWER: Niela. Out of everyone she gets the most out of the encounter. In appearance she considers herself pleasing to the eye. The blurred lines between all of the personalities she has adopted over the years will keep her from being predictable regardless of knowing herself, while understanding what makes her tick. Combining these details creates an exciting experience and Niela isn’t the type to turn down such an opportunity.

She is one of my more… indulgent of characters, but also the most repressed because of the telltale brand on her shoulder. Already being well aware of her crimes will free her from any concerns of getting caught. I can see it being so liberating for her that it’d end up driving her ecstasy to even greater heights.

A: is the most attractive.

Since it is left to my choice, Niela was designed to be the most attractive. Milady de Winter was an original femme fatale and Niela, inspired by that character, is no different (which will probably get her caught one day). Kelvyn comes as a close second due to his highborne heritage. He was blessed with good genes. Myrlenera receives an honorable mention future-wise. She takes after her father.

In roleplay, Eriene received the most response out of everyone.

B: gets bored the fastest.

He expected the chill of cold winds to greet his senses at first. Instead, it was sunlight that kissed his cheeks while he stirred. Turning over on his side, he reached for her as he always had done. He found his finger curling into soft hair rather than an empty space.

His slow smile met her seeking thumb, beckoning him closer. No more dreaming awake, he assured himself. He was finally home.

The League Garrison, present day.

A high pitched giggle shattered the tranquil night.

Bloodstalker. 

Talandriel darted into the nearest doorway and jostled the knob. Two figures, heavily intertwined, staggered into the clearing.

Please don’t see me, please don’t--  

The workshop door flew open. With a gasp, she stumbled through.

His lips pursed at the intrusion.

She flushed a dark crimson. “Magister--”

Talandriel took a sudden step back -- right into a tray of arclight spanners. The instruments clattered against the floor. 

Nice, Sunchaser.  

“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I was just...uh..."

Hiding from your roommate?  

A shriek of laughter sounded just outside she door. Talandriel flinched. “...Just doing inventory.“

In the middle of the night.

“Yes,” she said with conviction. Her armor creaked as she knelt, “Inventory.”

The League Garrison, present day

Talandriel's fingers tightened around a small, round object.  Blinking red and yellow lights reflected off the new fallen snow.  

It's on. The signal is strong. Why has no one answered?

She thrust the com device into her pocket with a jerky motion.

Away from the Garrison, without the interference, it has to work. 

She tightened the strap of her heavy pack and waited for the sentry to pass.

It's not a desertion.  Just a... a leave of absence.  Only for a few days.

It had been months since the Celestial Dawn expedition disappeared, but time had not dimmed the memory of Lyrinel's stricken face.  Not a day passed that she did not think of her promise to the golden haired girl.

I'll find them, Nel. I promise. I'll look for her first on the other side.

She barely heard the crunch of snow, so loud was the beat of her heart.  The garrison gate loomed overhead.   

Unseen by Talandriel, an armored Blood Knight watched from the shadows.  A gloved hand flexed and curled at his side. Moonlight glinted off cold steel.

Talandriel's hand wrapped around the gate.  She exhaled a frosty breath and stepped--

The enchanted runes of her armor flickered in response to the prickle of magic. She turned, one hand closed over the hilt of the double blade sword at her back. 

Oblivious to her presence, Magister Sunfire stared up at the stars.  A patch of moonlight bathed his features in soft, silvery light.  Violet sleeves rustled in a gentle arcane breeze.  His shoulders rose a fraction, then fell.  His eyes were far away.

Luminel's pale, tear streaked face flashed before her eyes.

The magister is well equipped to face the dangers of Draenor, Miss Pyrestar, and he will not be alone.

Her chest constricted. 

He will not be alone.

For a long moment she stared at Timmelith.  At length, her shoulders fell. One hand curled around the communication device.

"I will find you," she whispered, "I promise."

But not today.