wolfblood & peaceblooms

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        the  paladin  would  by  lying  if  she  dared  to  say  she  could  find  safety  upon  the  Broken  Shores,  but  nonetheless  she  had  to  try.  though  Dalaran  had  since  become  a  safe  haven  (  and  indeed,  the  people’s  major  meeting  point  )  since  the  Legion’s  onslaught,  Beau  continued  to  feel  a  tinge  of  discomfort  within  its  walls,  and  thus  only  stayed  there  for  as  long  as  she  needed  to.

        with  each  nightfall  she  returned  to  her  tried  and  tested  method:  a  well-hidden  nook,  close  enough  to  the  action  but  far  away  enough  to  guarantee  a  moment’s  respite,  where  she  could  set  up  a  humble  campsite.  the  fire  was  low  so  as  not  to  draw  attention,  but  hot  enough  to  ensure  she  could  cook  herself  a  good  and  hearty  meal  –  even  if  it  took  a  little  longer  to  create.

        with  that  extra  time  to  herself,  however,  the  halfling  was  able  to  hone  in  on  her  surroundings  and  properly  scout  the  area.  quiet,  mostly,  though  she  took  note  of  a  figure  in  the  distance,  cloaking  themselves  within  the  shadows  of  the  night.  a  quick  glance  to  her  shield  showed  no  indication  of  a  hidden  demonic  threat,  thus  Beau  was  more  than  happy  with  hailing  the  other  with  a  quiet  wave,  and  a  quiet  word:

        ❝  you’re  welcome  to  join  me  here,  traveler.  the  night  is  falling  upon  us;  it  may  not  be  wise  to  travel  until  the  morning.  ❞

         The light was discreet enough to avoid the presence of demons, but not so dim that its warmth could not be felt by creatures whose preferences lay beneath the dark. With the hood of her cloak drawn tight over her head, Tess navigated the twisted labyrinth of fel-stained trees; keeping away from the eerie light that cast itself from rivers of green that pulsed like mortal veins. Like a cat, the princess was silent in her motions -- low to the earth, eyes darting among the brush -- and it was only upon realising that her quarry no foe that she allowed herself to be seen; creeping past the underbrush where the glow of firelight caught on the boiled leather and heavy cloak to reveal more than a silhouette looming like a ghost in the Gilnean graveyards.

         ❝It’s remarkable to see another friendly face out in this hell,❞ she greeted, lips twisting into a wry smile beneath her hood as eyes searched the other with hidden interest. She was curious, Tess noted -- a half-elf instead of full -- and that heritage afforded her the ease of common as opposed to the harshness of orcish that was barely privy too; much less confident enough to speak. ❝I apologise for my skulking -- you can never be too careful. I should very much like to partake in your company. I have some bread to share, if nothing else.❞

         With another silent step taken against the deadened earth, Tess reached a hand and tugged free the hood that veiled her face, revealing human features with dark eyes and wild hair pulled back into a tight pony-tail. To say the other might know of her was debatable -- it was not as if Genn’s lineage was unknown, even if Liam was more prominent -- but even among the Uncrowned there were some who saw her as but a woman; a comrade. She much preferred it that way. Wolves did better among the pack than to quarrel over leadership.

i. slow and drawn out kisses. where neither wants to let go. warm and passionate.

ii. goodbye kisses. the realisation and the look in the other’s eyes of letting go. tears running down cheeks and hands ghosting on cheeks.

iii. morning kisses. waking up next to your significant other and pulling them up and capturing their lips to yours.

iv. spirit kisses. light and feathery over the face. small and quick. running out the door after.

v. sudden kisses. in the middle of a sentence. catching the other’s lips and pulling them into your arms.

vi. neck kisses. fluttering down necks to the collar bone. dusting over the breastbone and staying there. 

vii. nose kisses. a small peck. kind and sweet. an adoring look for the other in their eyes.

if someone says their blog is mutuals only or they’re doing something like a starter call and say “like this for a starter (mutuals only)” they literally mean mutuals only. it’s doesn’t mean “non mutuals like this post anyway and I might make you a mutual” – it means mutuals only. 

when a non-mutual likes something that says mutuals only it can be really annoying/disrespectful for the mun to have to deal with and it will probably make that mun want to consider being in a mutual following with you even LESS. it will make the mun feel like their rules are not being listened to and that they are not being listened to.

 and it’s very easy to check if you are in mutuals with a person – just go and see if they are following you and before you try to interact with someone who is mutuals only. it only takes a minute or two and will save both you and the other mun from an awkward situation.