#zedornasks

H-HeLiaNe?? aRe you aLRiGHT? i-i WiLL Be RiGHT oVeR!!

Send a symbol to have your Muse touch my Muse in a certain way and see how they react!  ➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat

Zedorn was standing in front of the stove, cooking up his dish. He knew Heliane’s... Help? Though that his diet was strange and hard to do anything with, so he decided that the least he could do while over at her hive was cook for himself.Currently he was waiting for the food to brew, his back turned as he slightly believed in that things would not boil if you looked at them.

Heliane was sitting in front of you, eyes fixed on your clothes before shifting to your face and back again.Zedorn closed his eyes, mind relaxed but also bent away from Heliane, he tried not to listen in on her internal conversations but it was hard sometimes.

He was surprised when he felt Heliane’s small hand touching the fabric of his shirt, but he didn’t pay any attention to it. She seemed displeased with your thin and worn clothes in this snowy part of the world that she lives in, so she was probably just feeling the texture.When she started to feel higher up he opened an eye to peek down at her.After a while of her feeling and rubbing around from the hem of Zedorn’s shirt and up his stomach, her hand reached the chest area and she pressed harder on the spot above his blood pusher.

He felt it skip a beat and he gently shied away. Putting your hand on somebody’s bloodpusher could be a sign of aggression or a sign of tenderness.But knowing Heliane, she was probably just curious. Or checking that his heart was still beating, even though his stature was fragile.

Send me a ♤ ♡ ♢ or ♧ and I’ll tell you which of my trolls are actively looking for that quad.

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Zatter is going to be looking for a moirail soon enough. Because of her highblood-mood swings and her paranoia among other things, she hurts people in a sort of rage. Which takes yet another toll on her sanity.

She'll be looking for a strong and preferably female moirail. They need to be able to actually fight her if push comes to shove, otherwise they should be calm but firm.

Kizrak is looking for a moirail, both because he needs someone to talk to about his negative emotions and because he wants to help someone. He works with his hands so he's more likely to be a good moirail for a person who gets impulses to fight or the like.

Luminn would be looking for a highblood moirail, if only to wear their colour. No other reason. Seriously no other reason. Also he's 5 sweeps.

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Kizrak is looking for a matesprit (and it is being plotted), he prefers happy people and would like someone that he could build machines with. Preferably someone not higher than green, since then he'd be a little bound by his hemo-loyalty to really express himself. But it could perhaps work.

Send “♡” for my muse’s reaction to yours kissing them.

Zedorn is not surprised by this little friendly kiss. In fact, she had asked him before doing so. He hadn't been kissed in any way before, after all.

You are tense, feeling a dangerous presence; a wolf.But there was something wrong with it, it felt...Like a lusus and simply....Strange. You looked down on Heliane, you two were walking to her hive and you were going to voice your concerns when something jumped you.

Your first reaction is fear and panic, a three-headed wolf is looming over you and it looks just about ready to rip your throat out. You manage to kick it in the side and crawl away before it's after you again. This was the strange presence you had felt!You feel Heliane's fear as well. Heliane!Turning around, you can't see her anywhere but you can feel her presence nearby.

The wolf takes another sprint towards you, forcing you to take out your spear from your strife deck while you were running away.Wherever Heliane was, the wolf was at least not going after her, leaving you to worry about yourself and your own life.The maws of the large wolf was getting closer by the second and you turn around to find that it has stopped and is gnawing on something.There was a mark in the snow that suggested that the wolf had fallen over something.