#trained-trainwreck

The cermet wall that is Torithas has chosen to settle directly in her fucking way.

This can’t be fucking happening.

Of course Avenai had to be taken missing, dredging up all of these feelings in her breast and leaving her with a Garlean that won’t fucking listen to her besides ‘follow’, ‘guard’, ‘attack.’ He’s supposed to be on her fucking side. Everyone’s supposed to be on her side. This is her fucking Fate-cursed business.

She pushes a breath through her teeth, then sucks it right back in as though the air would bring coolness to her spirit like she’s shot back alcohol.

Spoiler: it doesn’t. It just stokes charcoal all in her diaphragm and belly - sending the heat already there spiraling and wild, coursing through her insides in a bursting inferno. It cracks, and shatters, and sends this shockwave of invisible force racking through her muscles in a shudder of barely contained tiger-like ferocity.

“Torithas,” The giant tilts his head silently, his good eye plainly staring and his jaw lax, “Get the fuck out of my way.”

He shakes his fucking head like a golem, slowly crossing over the thick barrel-like form of his arms over his chest and then pulling away in a ‘No’ too pristine to be purposefully muddled.

“You can’t just keep me here, I should be helping them. We both should be helping them.”

The cords of muscle at the flanks of his neck raise like pulleys to the gate of a stone fortress. A shrug. A fucking dismissal.

That makes her more fucking angry. Makes her feel the muscles in her face flare her eyes and makes her want to claw the rest of his bad eye out of his skull.

“I’ve seen Ave work here enough. I can pull open the right hatch in the ship innards. I’ll kill both of us.”

The Halfblood‘s lower jaw sets as his machine-like, even, posture breaks its weight off towards a hip jut out towards her, ‘Oh really?’

Fuck you.

Don’t call my fucking bluff.

This isn’t a fucking bluff!

Take me fucking seriously!

Let me the fuck out of this engine room!

The universe occurs like she is looking through a bullshit scope-lens of white flower jelly. All cloudy and everything that moves, moves incomprehensibly and yet not at all - just reverberating everywhere and nowhere at once.

Her body feels numb.

It’s raised above the level she was before.

Because the marid-turned-man had picked her up by the waist and slammed her full-force against the ship hull.

Her gun scrapes, metal against metal, against the square of grating close to Torithas’ feet.

They are close, his face, blotting out the world, shoved almost into her’s is unabashedly, in his diminished way, frustrated, and frustrated, and frustrated, and worried; perhaps as much as her with their friend’s safety, and yet moreso, she realises then, witnessing the related drive in her that impulsed such a decision.

And suddenly her arms are wrapping around the hulking frame of her comrade, her cheek turned and profile against the crook of his shoulder as the tears begin.

📢 - tell my muse “stop squirming!”

“Ethalarian- would you-- stop squirming!”

Never let it be said that Avie had ever been very good at first aid, but when Ethalarian insisted on picking fights with the Phoenix Guard, there was little to be done except accept the help on hand unless he fancied a good bollocking from the Knight-Commander. Right now, that meant she was currently dabbing at a delightful looking shiner on his right eye.

“Moth-eared. Who do they think they are? I’ll show them fucking moth-”“You did show them. Now sit still for Belore’da’s sake before I blacken your other eye.”

Her tone was stern but it didn’t entirely hide the laugh that wormed it’s way through. His defense of her uniquely curled ears had been born of a good place- albeit stupid perhaps, but the intention was nice. She rolled her eyes as her brick-shit house of a friend winced again, giving him a pointed look.

“I swear Larry, you’ll take a fist to the face like it’s a kitten’s whiskers, but some antiseptic? Call the menders- it’s too much!”“I’m going to pour the next drink I buy you straight over your head.”

((I feel like I should do a cut somehow, but meh! Let’s just go all out.))

Does your OC behave differently around different people, if so with whom and how?

Over her years alive, she’s learned to read a room and become a sort of social chameleon. But truly her demeanor with most people who approach her is calm, inviting, and with a somewhat crooked smile. However, when she was spending more of her time with the other Horde races, walking the streets of Orgrimmar or relaxing in Thunderbluff, she learned to keep her tone and demeanor with strangers direct and to the point. There have been times when someone had underestimated her skill or tried to insult her for her race and they would be met with a quick blow to their physical bodies.

Being with her children, she is perhaps a little more hovering with their everyday actions or activities, but tries to remind herself that she can’t be smothering.

Outside of her children, the only people who get hovered on are Mellarue, Shahin, and Velianor. Those three are the people she has found herself feeling the closest to, so she wants to make sure they are safe and well taken care of.

What kind of situations does your OC avoid the most?

Honestly? Tense ones between others. As some would relish watching a fight between lovers, or a moral debate between siblings, doing the whole *-eating popcorn-* as they do… Nuellen isn’t very excited to see such arguments happening. However, she would always be around to stop something from becoming violent or if the argument needed mediating. She’s just someone who enjoys quiet over temper tantrums.

A more physical level, she tries to avoid people and places that would be utterly saturated with fel energies. The fel makes her physically sick and unless she is running high on adrenaline or duty bound to be in those types of environments, she will likely throw up whatever meal she last had and then feel like the worst combination of cold and flu had overcome her. Likely, she will need to see someone about trying to fix this kind of issue for her, but until then, she will NOPE away from the fel as much as she can.

Is your OC good at giving others validation of their feelings and making them feel understood?

As both a mother and a former Ranger-Captain of the Farstriders, Nuellen has done her absolute best to try and listen to those that she leads and continues to try with peers or loved ones. Sometimes! The complaints are just complaints and she will often give said complainers a dose of tough love, but when she sees someone is feeling truly down and out, she tries to sit with them and let them know that she will always pay attention. 

What kind of intrapersonal values does your OC have? (values about their self, what makes them feel like a valid person)

Determination. If she is met with a challenge, she will do whatever is in her power or beyond to meet the goal of that challenge. Patience. Some would say that this quality is a virtue; well, yes, it is, but Nuellen doesn’t much care about virtues or vices. She just sighs and puts up with a lot, and it’s more than likely that she learned to accept this trait of hers from all the nonsense her father Alorinis has put her through. 

Those are perhaps the two things that she’s most aware of within herself that she finds are easily followed. There are other attributes she possibly has that she doesn’t actively think about, or feel that her personality faults override the positive traits.

What boosts your OC’s confidence the most?

Hearing that her advice or lessons taught were being put to use will likely give her a confidence boost. If that advice or lesson has proved to help the person putting it to use and getting good results from it will boost her confidence even more. It proves to her that her experiences and opinions on certain things are worthwhile and can teach others for their own betterment.

What is the most intense thing your OC has been battling with?

In truth, Nuellen’s most intense battle has mostly been with herself. Her self doubts and fears of being capable of harming or losing her loved ones has lead to a sleeping, creeping anxiety and paranoia. Nuellen’s latent druidic abilities though, give those fears and anxiety a more physical form for her to see. Coming in the shape of a massive pack of black, tar-like wolves, she begins to see them during moments of extreme stress or intense pain. She knows that, if they were ever to really consume her, she would lose herself; so she fights or runs from them.

The tavern was alive with cheer and merry spirit, the Legion had been beaten back - for now at least - and The Sunguard’s troops allowed a momentary rest. It was good for morale even if they’d all be suffering dry mouths and pounding heads through drills in the coming morn. There was an outburst of laughter as an Oathsworn tried, and failed, to drink a yard of ale only to end up with it sloshing down over his face. Avie crossed an arm over her stomach as she laughed, half holding Shahin’s arm across her shoulder to stop herself from losing her balance.

“Better luck next time, cherry,” Avie whooped as she straightened up and was half dragged back to the bar by her fellow Sunspear for more drinks.“Poor sod, thought he had it in the bag too,” Shahin snorted through a laugh and half fell onto the bar and signals for more drinks to be brought to them. There was a cheer from elsewhere as another soldier stood triumphant in just their briefs - clearly victim of a game gone awry and proud of their newly derobed status. Avie turned and leant back on the bar, rolling her eyes at the scene only to pause and splutter on the drink still in her hand as she caught sight of the mistletoe that hung above them.

“And here I thought you didn’t choke on anything-,” Shahin teased before he too caught sight of the traditional winter sprig. There was an awkward moment where they looked at each other, blinking, as if considering, before Avie abruptly turned back around and reached for the black lable liquor she knew was hidden beneath the bar.“Shots?”“Shots.”

Maroon - What are you most passionate about?

Nuellen: “Family, first and foremost, is a passion in my life. Not just for my own, but for everyone to be able to live happily with a family of their own no matter what shape they take. For that to happen, I’m willing to fight for and protect those who are unable to do so.”

Mellarue: “Protection, in it’s most simple of forms, really. I want to protect the people who fight for our own protection. I’m not - erm, strong, physically. But my belief in others and my own abilities to keep others alive and able to continue their fight is what keeps myself going. And those who have been injured… I want to protect them from meeting an untimely end.”

Chili - Do you like spicy foods?

Nuellen: “Oh, yes! Although I don’t see a point in eating spices and peppers that would melt your tongue out. But foods that have heat and taste at the same time. Oh I love that.”

Mellarue: “I have no constitution for foods that are, too spicy? Uhm, pepper and spices to keep food tasting good, I like! But hot, hot, hot peppers and spicy food? I’m weak to them and cry. Haha!”

Orange - What are some of your comfort foods?

Nuellen: “I enjoy pies baked by Westel. And cakes baked by Mellarue. … Hm. Other than that, comfort foods would be things fresh and from the earth. Roasted carrots and turnips. A little salt and pepper; cooked in the butter and left over bits from game that has been hunted down that day.”

Mellarue: “I tend to like tarts, more than anything? But I enjoy a few small sandwiches and a cup of tea to soothe my aches and pains, be they physical or emotional. Oh, and peppermint fudge! Just small bites.”

Honey - Have you ever considered marrying someone? What is your opinion on marriage in general?

Nuellen: “I have been married, and widowed from it. I think marriage is fine, if it’s for you, and if you and your partner are on the same page about it. My father has two wives, but they all love one another and have had no - hrm, pressing issues, that I’ve heard of...”

Mellarue: “I’ve never been married, but sometimes I think that it’s really meant to remain that way, for me. I’m too focused on others to try to think about myself and romantic relationships. I know some people get married for beneficial reasons and no love, and I think those are the saddest kinds. You should be in love with someone first before you want to get married!”

Bronze - What is your favorite way to warm up when it’s cold?

Nuellen: “A couple of ways, depending on where I am at the time. If I’m not at home, Amarr or Moro or The Blonde is there to snuggle up next to for warmth, along with the blanket Velianor had given to me while I was out scouting. But if I’m home and I have it my way, I’ll be snuggled in bed and cuddled against Shahin; or the girls will join and it’ll just be a bundle of limbs and giggles.”

Mellarue: “Hmm, warm and soft clothing! And really thick, fuzzy slippers! With a mug of hot cocoa... with a dash of cinnamon added to it. Or a mulled wine, if there’s no cocoa.”

Marigold - What types of flowers are in your setting? Do you have a favorite?

Nuellen: “In my setting? I don’t keep them in vases, if that’s what you mean. Not often, anyway, but the girls will bring me wildflowers that I’ll stick in some water to enjoy the memory. A... a favorite? There’s too many flowers in existence to enjoy, how could I pick a favorite?! Haha...”

Mellarue: “Delicate ones, soft scents. I like the small flowers, the kind you can weave into hair or small crowns, or clothes. Purple is my favorite color, so any purple flowers are my favorite. But they’re all pretty!”

Butterscotch - Is there candy in the world you live in? If so, do you have a favorite one?

Nuellen: “I’m not entirely a fan of sweets or candy in general, and usually I like things that aren’t saturated with sugar, much to my girls’ dismay! Hahah! But when I’m in the mood for something sweet, I’ll have a spoonful of honey straight from the jar, or find somewhere that makes a really nice and light cream puff pastry. Other than that... I know I’ve mentioned Westel and Mellarue’s baking skills. I’ll never pass up an opportunity for something they’ve made.”

Mellarue: “Hmm! Candies are interesting, though I don’t know that I’d ever try making any. I do love caramel chews, and they’re even better when they’re salted caramel! And maybe peppermints, too.”

“I like Torithas now. When I first ‘met’ him, he set my gut instinct on fire,” She deliberately does not extend on such circumstances in any meaningful detail; simply raising her hand and flicking away the unshared tale. “He is sweet and meticulous,” is her short summary of his character.

“And.. he makes me think of the others atop of the Runner. No one wants to see them,” A cant of her head, hair spilling across her collar, “But I do.”

Legs closer together, stomache tense and maybe drawn in. Knees directed away from speakers. Looking away. Arms drawn inward as well, hands sometimes held between or atop her thighs. Pauses in speech, not as poised or practiced, often starting a sentence or idea then revising or abandoning it in favour of new avenues. Very light anxiety will have her hold her tongue lightly between her teeth on one side instead of her common playing with a canine or swiping. Moisture to the eyes. Very deliberate positioning in rooms or open streets for movement advantage.