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mistswoven · 4 months

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Looking for Contact - Verena Sun'rael

「 general information 」

FULL NAME: Verena Iren Sun’rael

NICKNAME(S): V, Doc

TITLE(S): Agent, Doctor, The Jade Dagger, The Good Doctor

AGE: 177

DATE OF BIRTH: April 16th

RACE: Elf (Thalassian)

GENDER: Female, cisgender.

PRONOUNS: She/Her

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single, never married.

PROFESSION(S): Surgeon, doctor, mistweaver, Blacktalon agent, member of the Order of the Broken Temple.

LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Common, Pandaren, Sign, Draconic.

「 physicality & appearance 」

HAIR: Blonde with muted pink streaks; lightly wavy, shoulder length.

EYES: Misty teal

HEIGHT: 5’7”

BUILD: Mesomorphic; muscular and athletic.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

A jagged scar that cuts over and around the outer edge of her right eye; the eye itself is unharmed.

A small cut to the left of cupid’s bow on her upper lip.

A tattoo of a cherry blossom branch wound around both biceps up to her shoulders.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

Simple silver earrings, often asymmetrical

One large earring made to look like a cherry blossom branch with intact blooms; it stretches up the length of her right ear

A nose piercing, right side, silver.

「 personality & traits 」

A searing pride scorches the very ground she walks, confidence radiating from her like the heat that comes immediately after. She's fiery, vibrant and powerful. Though not quite a social butterfly, Verena is certainly rather outgoing and won't shy away from striking up or engaging in a conversation. Self-assured in her abilities, it can sometimes be hard for her to back down from a challenge - and the stubborn streak certainly doesn't help matters. Though often rather down to earth and with a colorful sense of humor, one would think that a switch was flipped with how quickly she can become serious should a given situation call for it.

There's a certain charm that she's adopted; she wields it like a weapon, one nearly as deadly as her fists. Her hospitality and kindness will last as long as one behaves the same in turn. The moment that changes, it's pure venom from then on.

Want to know more? Interact or RP!

「 personal information 」

HOBBIES: Poetry, painting, meditation, hiking, reading, painting, swimming, studying, exercising.

SKILL(S): Practical and magical medicine, skilled martial artist, practiced tactician, fast learner, extensive anatomical knowledge, [REDACTED].

RESIDENCE: Varies

BIRTHPLACE: Quel’Thalas

AFFILIATIONS: The Blacktalons, The Blackheart Accord, [REDACTED] (former), [REDACTED] (former)

「 relations 」

SPOUSE:

None.

CHILDREN:

None.

PARENTS:

Jenir Sun’rael, father. Unknown.

Sena Sun’rael, mother. Unknown.

SIBLINGS:

Eriesh Sun’rael, brother. Alive.

Lyrina Sun’rael, sister. Deceased.

Amora Sun’rael, sister. Alive.

Saeus Sun’rael, brother. Alive.

Kaethis Sun’rael, brother. Alive.

OTHER RELATIVES:

None

PETS/COMPANIONS/FAMILIARS:

None

「 habits & vices」

SMOKING: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

「 hooks」

Surgical Precision: A skilled Doctor and surgeon with a degree, Verena has treated many patients over the years in hospitals and even out on the field of battle. Anyone currently or previously involved with the military, civilians, monks, or Black Talons could have been treated by her at one point or another.

Black Talons: A current Blacktalon assassin and agent, V has traveled all over Azeroth and beyond to gather, seek and locate various bits of information ranging from a simple overheard conversation to a relic or two. Those of a similar occupation, drakes or Dracthyr of the Black Dragonflight could easily recognize her for this.

Isn't it odd, though, that she's just a Blacktalon agent? One does not simply become an agent; Wrathion hires talent. Maybe there's more to this.

White Tiger, Jade Serpent: At every given opportunity, Verena will speak of her time in Pandaria - working, training, fighting, the whole package. Monks, or those who lived, worked, trained or fought on the Isle could certainly recognize her from there; she spent a number of years training under a pair of Pandaren monk masters.

Woven in the Mists: Perhaps it's just a rumor, or maybe there's more to it. Though a skilled combatant and combat medic in her own right, whispers constantly swirl around a more unique style that she employs; one that can be used to harm instead of heal. Maybe due to the ramifications of using this method of mistweaving, or something else entirely, there will occasionally be lightning-like teal patterns up and down her arms. This results from an excess of chi use.

Sting like a Killer Bee: Despite her calm disposition and training as a mistweaver, Verena is known for a rather aggressive and punishing fighting style. It would be best described as orthodox Muay Thai combined with Wing Chun and Taekwondo.

Neutral Party: Verena does not identify with the Alliance or the Horde, and simply chooses to remain neutral. Though once a firm and unwavering member of the Alliance, her time and training as a monk seems to have changed her perspective on the faction war.

「 other/ooc 」

FACE REFERENCE(S): Elizabeth Lail

VOICE REFERENCE(S): Morena Baccarin as Black Canary (JLU)

ALIGNMENT: Neutral

SERVER(S): Moon Guard (A), Wyrmrest Accord (H)

OTHER:

This character is completely neutral, and thus has a Horde and an Alliance counterpart.

I will not interact/roleplay with minors or anyone under the age of 18. 21+ preferred.

I will not write with godmodders (ex. never misses a hit and never gets hit, their character is so overpowered that they’re basically a god and can’t ever lose, etc).

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#looking for contact #lfc #looking for rp #world of warcraft original character #boosts appreciated #lfrp #looking for roleplay #wow oc #rp #wow rp #moon guard #wyrmrest accord #warcraft oc #verena sun'rael #doctor sun'rael

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the-moon-in-the-gutter · 4 months

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Perfume Headcanons

Note: this is solely based on fragrances in my collection, I love fragrance and I feel as though all scents are unisex so here this is! I can't explain my thought process on these either, vibes only.

Long post, read more under the cut!

Cumulus as Chateau, 1970 by Thin Wild Mercury

Top notes: French citrus, nutmeg; Middle notes: Sunset rose accord, vintage armoire wood; Base notes: musks, modern linen.

Light, airy, and so comforting. Reminds me of putting away fresh laundry in your wardrobe with the windows open on a sunny afternoon.

Cirrus as Dead Sexy by Tokoyo Milk

Notes of deep vanilla, exotic wood, white orchid, and ebony.

This is a scent I can immediately pick out in a crowd, intense and head turning. Something alluring and sensual while being divinely feminine.

Aurora as Bombshell from Victoria's Secret

Notes: purple passion fruit, Shangri-La peony, vanilla orchid.

One of my favorite scents from my teen years, I used to receive the fragrance sets and I would give away all but Bombshell. It's such a wearable, playful scent that stays all day and I'll never ever give her up.

Sunshine as Ed Hardy by Christian Audigier

Top notes: strawberry and apple souffle; Middle note: freesia; Base notes: vanilla and amber.

This was my very first perfume I ever owned and I've repurchased it multiple times since then. In my teens, I paired it with Muertos by Blackheart, something about the fruity musks together is so playful.

Swiss as Amber by Nemat

I cannot find any fragrance notes for Amber, but this is honestly one of my favorites as of late. It's a very subtle, but warm and inviting, that dries down to more of a skin-like scent.

Aether as Elvira's Zombi by Demeter Fragrances

Notes of ylang-ylang, red poppies, cherry, cannabis, coca leaves, tobacco leaves, and vanilla bean.

I'm still kicking myself that I never bought a full-size of this fragrance before it was discontinued. It's very dark, yet enticing and strong.

Dewdrop as Whisky, 1969

Top notes: pink pepper, cardamom; Middle notes: raspberry, nutmeg, ylang-ylang; Base notes: cedarwood, boubon amber.

My top favorite from the Los Angeles collection, I would wear this religiously if I had a full size. Lingers for days, especially on clothing and in the hair. Captivating and warm.

Phantom as Vanilla Musk from Nemat

Such a soft, sweet gourmand that is backed with the most beautiful notes of musk. My second favorite Nemat fragrance, wears incredibly well (especially if your body care routine is based in vanilla scents).

Mountain as Fresh Brewed Coffee and Caramel by Demeter Fragrances

Both are fragrance notes that pair beautifully to make a very convincing fresh caramel coffee scent, reminds me of Deidrich caramel coffee pods for the Keurig. A gourmand I love in the winter.

Rain as Zuma, 1975 by Thin Wild Mercury

Top notes: bergamot, corriander; Middle notes: ocean waves, Jasmine sambac; Base notes: sandalwood, vetiver, amberette musk.

I'm not one for more beachy, salt water fragrances but this is one I cannot stay away from during the summer. Incredibly wearable and lasts for hours, even through working outdoors in the heat.

#the band ghost #im not going to cross post in all the tags 😅#but here we go lol

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vizard-ebooks · 11 months

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Bolt of Testicular Torsion, according to the Wizard Council census results, is the 3rd most popular non-channeled spell for wizards aged 18 to 4076. In order to understand the ubitiquousness of Testicular Torsion, and of the Penis Decimation school of spells overall, it is necessary to understand the school's origins and history.

Some of the earliest wizard fossils uncovered during the Second Epoch have evidence of primitive versions of Testicular Torsion being cast on them. The most well-preserved fossils of these display uncharacteristically grim, stoic expressions. Thus, the Second Epoch is both considered the beginning of Penis Decimation and is dubbed Penis Serious.

Centuries later, alongside the earliest developments of apothecarial psychadelics, wizards began casting Testicular Torsion while under the influence of fae-dust, resulting in penises being teleported to alternate realms when blasted. Arcanologists dub this historical trend Penis Delirious.

These "fae-dusted dicks", as accounted by journals of laycitizens past, were all teleported to the Blackheart Woods. Literature on fae rituals, particularly those of the Blackheart Woods, are sparse, on account of field researchers disappearing under uncertain circumstances. This subsection of the Penis Delirious Era, in honor of those who dare go into the woods, is dubbed Penis Mysterious.

After the apparent success of combining psychadelics with Testicular Torsion, magical development due to Penis Decimation principles hit a peak during the Wizard Enlightenment. Application of Penis Decimation principles to Culinary spell schools led to an array of culinary innovations, such as Kung Pow Penis and the discovery of the Pussy that makes pink lemonade poppin'. Observations of ball shapes post-Testicular Torsion shaped optimal Fireball, Frostball, and Baseball cast configurations. The significant advancements to magic during this era are collectively known as Penis Various.

These developments also had political implications. Court jesters, learning magic in secret underground edifices called "tumblrs", were able to amass unprecendented amounts of political power. One historical account recalls a court jester inventing and poisoning a king's turkey leg with Curse of Cock and Ball Torture. With new spells being invented under the framework of humour and clownship, arcanologists categorize all spells created during this era as Penis Hilarious.

With many wizards steadfast to the principles of Penis Decimation, the very cosmic weave of Penis magic continues to strengthen. Royal astronomers have reported unnatural leyline energies emerging across Uranus. As Uranus ever-so-slowly reaches the apex of the arcane orbital, many wizards look forward to the dawn of the age of the Penis Aquarius.

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deathlygristly · 1 year

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Untitled ask game, tagged by @quill-of-thoth

Last song you listened to: I Love Rock 'N Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. Last time we went out we took my car so I was in control of the music and I played Never Gonna Give You Up, and then the spousal person wanted to know what other songs would play if you just let Apple Music go from there. It was all 80s pop and not other meme songs like he was hoping, so I found an 80s rock playlist for the good stuff. :)

Last movie you watched: I don't know. Probably the rewatch of Train to Busan? We haven't watched a movie in forever. If we watched one fairly recently it would have been a horror movie on Halloween, and I know we rewatched Train to Busan for that either last year or the year before.

Last movie we saw in theaters was Parasite, before the plague.

Currently reading: There's a book at my computer but honestly I've been playing Sims instead of reading. Does reading mainstream-ish forums in an attempt to understand humans count?

Currently watching: LOL. Let's see if I can remember everything.

May I Help You is our current completed show that we're watching. Currently airing ones: Brain Works, the second season of Poong, the Joseon Psychiatrist, The Forbidden Marriage, Crash Course in Romance, and...I think that's it for now?

Of those the one I'd most recommend to others is The Forbidden Marriage. This weekend is the last two episodes I think. Basically there's a king of Joseon and evil people keep killing his women, including the crown princess, so there's been a marriage ban for 7 years. A conwoman who survived her evil step-mother's attempt to kill her is sent to the palace to try and help the king get over the crown princess and find a queen and lift the marriage ban. As you may guess, the conwoman ends up being the best candidate for queen, at least according to the king. Her evil step-mother disagrees.

Currently craving: My after work snack! It's three hours or so away still though.

I tag anyone who sees this and wants to do it for some reason. :)

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thefadedhq · 4 months

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welcome to earth 2000, nicole. kate sharma, may parker, nancy wheeler, & esme cullen are now taken !! please send us a message within 24 hours to receive the link to the discord.

( simone ashley / 28 / cis woman + she/her / no scrubs + tlc. ) - Is that KATE SHARMA? I heard they were from BRIDGERTON and are known to be PROTECTIVE but STUBBORN. According to their fake memories, she has/have been in new york city for 1 YEAR. ( nicole / 30 / pst / she/her / n/a. )

( anne hathaway / 41 / cis woman + she/her / i love rock 'n' roll + joan jett & the blackhearts) - Is that MAY PARKER? I heard they were from MARVEL and are known to be CARING but SARCASTIC. According to their fake memories, she has/have been in new york city for 5 YEARS. ( nicole / 30 / pst / she/her / n/a )

( bruna marquezine / 25 / cis woman + she/her / bad girls + m.i.a. ) - Is that NANCY WHEELER? I heard they were from SRANGER THINGS and are known to be AMBITIOUS but IMPATIENT. According to their fake memories, pronoun has/have been in new york city for 1 YEAR. ( nicole / 30 / pst / she/her / n/a. )

( priscilla quintana / 140 / cis woman + she/her / young and beautiful + lana del rey. ) - Is that ESME CULLEN? I heard they were from TWILIGHT and are known to be CREATIVE but INSECURE. According to their fake memories, pronoun has/have been in new york city for 10 YEARS. ( nicole / 30 / pst / she/her / n/a. )

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audrabalion · 1 year

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This month’s Paint Night!! 🖤 This easy but striking painting features a customizable shattered glass design. Painters get to pick their background palette. We've also got some special paints to play with! We'll be using Stuart Semple's "Blackest Black" for the heart, and "Whitest White" for the light. Paint Nights are held in my downtown studio, and include painting, tea, and treats! #paintnight #learntopaint #stainedglass #shatteredglass #blackheart #blackestblack #brightestwhite @stuartsemple (PS: According to the agreement made when buying these paints, Anish Kapoor isn’t allowed to come. 😆) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoV2cLQPkye/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#paintnight #learntopaint #stainedglass #shatteredglass #blackheart #blackestblack #brightestwhite

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bridallomo · 2 years

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Joan jett sexuality

#JOAN JETT SEXUALITY PROFESSIONAL#

Joan Jett & the Blackhearts was formed when she joined forces with Kenny, and her debut album, ‘Bad Reputation,’ was re-released in 1981. She released her self-titled solo album in 1980. As a result, Joan became the first woman in American music history to run a record label. According to reports, she was turned down by 23 record labels, prompting her to establish ‘Blackheart Records,’ which she co-founded with producer Kenny Laguna. She started working on her debut solo album but had trouble finding a record label to sign her to. In England, she met Paul Cook and Steve Jones, former members of the seminal rock band ‘Sex Pistols.’ Similarly, she later returned to the United States and worked as a music producer for the ‘Germs,’ an American punk rock band. Joan moved to England in the late 1970s, depressed by the failure of their US recordings, and considered going solo. The album was, ironically, the band’s first major hit in the United States. Joan and her band were showered with affection for Japan, which they returned on their album “Live in Japan,” which was dedicated in part to their Japanese fans. The band received three “gold” records in Japan. This album was also a flop in the United States. The band’s next album, ‘Queens of Noise,’ was released in 1977. She is also a PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) member and claims to be a vegetarian for over 30 years. Because most people perceived ‘The Runaways’ as amateur teenagers screaming about sex, drugs, and rebellion, they were initially unpopular. In the 1970s, disco music began to rock everyone. The same year, she formed her band, ‘The Runaways,’ with a few female friends. Joan, at the age of 15, was determined to form a band. Joan Jett Singing (Source: Pinterest) Career Furthermore, the singer has black hair and grey eyes. Her actual body measurements (Chest-Waist-Hip) are also 33-24-33 inches. In terms of height and weight, she stands 5 feet 5 inches or 1.66 meters tall and weighs approximately 55 kg or 121 pounds. Joan Jett Height, Weightĭespite her body measurements, she is a beautiful girl with a wonderful personality. Her mother arranged for a music teacher to help her with this.

#JOAN JETT SEXUALITY PROFESSIONAL#

She aspired to be a professional musician. In terms of education, she attended Randolph Junior High School before transferring to Wheaton High School. She is also a Christian and was born under the sign of Virgo. She is currently 63 years old and a citizen of the United States. She arrived in this world in Wynnewood, Pennsylvania, USA. Joan Jett was born on September 22, 1958, Joan Marie Larkin. Randolph Junior High school, Wheaton High School Godmother of Punk, The Queen of Rock’n Roll Joan Jett is best known as the lead singer of the popular band “Joan Jett & the Blackhearts.” Quick Facts Celebrated Name Joan Jett is a well-known American rock singer, songwriter, composer, producer, musician, and actress.

#Joan jett sexuality

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badass-queer-couples-battle · 3 months

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Sword gays showdown, round 3, bracket three

Propaganda:

For Ballister:

he could tell when his sword was switched out for a fake, graduated top of his class so we know he's a good fighter, also the scene where he's fighting is hot because he's so confident with a sword in his hand, also he's gay

A canonically gay, disabled, South Asian man takes down the government with his genderqueer shapeshifter sidekick/adopted daughter! He has a swordfight with his ex-boyfriend! in which he defeats about 20 knights singlehandedly!

top of his knight class this man is a master swordsman

(Movie) He has used a sword since he broke into the Institutes training ground and ended up becoming a knight

He has very divorced vibes with Ambrosius and he uses a sword.

He's a legit knight! So, it's in the fine print.

According to the Nimona movie, Ballister here has been practicing the art of sword fighting since childhood to earn the trust of the city and he was SO CLOSE to becoming a knight. He's also definitely not dating another one of his knight mates (?). Nope. Not at all. This movie is super straight /s I think he also beats an entire army of knights with nothing but his sword and a chaotic good shapshifter so that's pretty cool. He's also south Asian, has a prosthetic arm he made himself and is honestly such a goofy guy (in a good way ofc) if that's anything.

For Amaya:

Badass super strong disabled lesbian general who can and will take you out. Doesn't need a sword to punch you into next week, but will use one anyway.

She’s married to another sword gay and she’s also disabled so I love her very much

First deaf character I saw in any cartoon, she's very badass and protects her kingdom's border, later falls in love with an elf warrior princess she once fought. In the new season, they're planning their wedding while trying to navigate political tensions between the elf society and humans. Some of the elves aren't super into the idea of a human marrying one of them, which isn't for homophobic reasons but still (I believe) meant to mirror real world conservatives (really liked a scene with Janai's brother telling Amaya she's fine as a girlfriend for Janai but actually *marrying* her is too controversial and political. Whoever wrote this did a really good job).

She’s currently engaged to another lady, she uses a sword, is a general badass.

General Amaya is a standard sword lesbian with a cool shield and some funny "lines" example: "This bread is...." *bashes bread on table with no damage to the bread* "Weapons grade"

#sword gays showdown #ballister blackheart #general amaya #the dragon prince #nimona #ballister boldheart #tdp

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don-lichterman · 2 years

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eleeria · 3 years

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Look at these heckin nerds.

<Blackheart Accord> goes 4/10 Normal in our second week of raiding. Not bad for some roleplayers here for the transmog!

#out of character #blackheart accord #castle nathria #shadowlands

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neliedoria · 4 years

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A low rumble broke the oppressive silence of the darkened tomb. Eli didn’t pay her complaining stomach any mind, it would stop eventually.

How many days had it been?

Time passed unmeasured while she sat hunched down beside the intricately carved effigy with her only movement being the tender brush of her knuckles against the cold marble every now and again. Her hunger went ignored, the urge to sleep was negligible, the pull of shredded leather and dried blood crusted to inflamed and infected skin barely registering as the days ticked by.

Safe. She was safe here.

This small corner of the world she had protected so well even before she left. The blood ward she had built so many years ago still held firm, protecting the land and the people within even without it’s lord and lady there to personally oversee it all. Here they hid away from the woes of the world, untouched by most of the turmoil that waited just outside of their borders, and here she had run to when the memories long lain dormant rose up to break her all over again.

The torches that had long been extinguished flared to life even as Eli hovered on the last step that led down into the cool earth. Shame, fear. Heartbreak and anguish so terrible she had wanted to drop to her knees where she stood. The putrid stink of undead blood and flesh that clung to her armor lingered in her nose, making it all the worse as she finally managed to put one foot in front of the other before sinking down to the ground next to one of the raised sarcophagi. Her vision blurred and her head bowed, it was too much too quick and she still couldn’t bring herself to raise her eyes to the face of the one she had loved most in the world.

So many years had passed. Lost in the dark haze of hunger and the need to feed the Fel that fueled her and the demon she had bound herself to, there was no place for him in her thoughts. Of all that she had done never would she allow the monster she had been taint the memory of him. There had been no room for softness or sweet remembrance in those days. Now with it all shoved into her past it was easier to reconcile the two different faces she had worn, but even with it having been nearly two years free, there were still bits and pieces of herself that had been locked tightly away.

But now the Scourge had made it’s return. Once again there were savage creatures slaughtering anything and everything in their path and leaving only death and destruction in their wake.

She had not fought that first time. She remained behind, weaving and feeding the shield she had laid down to protect their people and their lands. She never had so much practice nor raw talent as her elder siblings had, but there was at least this one way she managed to outdo them all. How she had wanted to be there, fighting at her family’s side. She knew better though, knowing how much stronger her wards would hold with her there and consistently weaving her strength within the shield’s structure. Her husband had gone to protect the Sunwell. Her beloved Baradir who tried so hard and had suffered so terribly after the source of their magic had been corrupted and extinguished. That was what most remembered of her husband. However she knew another truth – how much of himself he had poured into their defense if only to give him another focus than the gaping wound left behind in the both of them.

“Gaelion,” she had whispered, the name catching in her throat while tears burned at her eyes. Her hand had reached out to gently touch the hard marble mimicry of his cheek but paused a hairsbreadth away with the realization of the blood and gore that stained her armor. Unlike her usual self, she fumbled just trying to tug her gauntlets free so that they could drop carelessly to the ground. A little better, at least. The coolness of the marble drew back memories of the long days she had spent in that very spot, her fingertips gliding over each feature so as to commit them to her memory. Once there had been soft flesh and a cocky grin that only one with Lightsworn blood could manage. There was the warm tenor of his voice calling out for some reason or another. His hair had been his own, the burnished copper of her Baradir lightened with her own silvered white. Then too, there was that secret pleasure of seeing her son bear the same birthmark that she also bore, having inherited it from her own mother. Her pride and her truest joy from the moment she discovered that spark of life resting beneath her heart. The others that came and went without so much as a whisper, he had been different. She’d known it from that very first moment that this, her son, would irrevocably change her life forever.

Those fleeting few years were the happiest she had ever known – both then and even today.

And so quickly they had been cut to the quick.

She had felt the ward shimmer from the eastern quadrant. A small band of Rangers hurried across the fields to where their seat was located, perched up on one of the rolling hills. She remembered them rushing in to where she stood, her having sent out the call for healers to hurry and be prepared to tend to any of their wounded. As a one they dropped to their knees, all three of them easily familiar with as much time as they spent with her Gaelion. Their faces she still remembered though their names were lost to her. Their lips had moved, she remembered that. Her ears remained deaf to the words that were spilling out, her eyes roving over the lot and noting the blood and the wounds, the mangled armor and that the four were instead three…

He hadn’t been there.

He should have been there, grinning and regaling her with whatever escapade they’d found themselves in.

But he wasn’t.

A roaring took over the silence echoing in her ears. There were tracks of fresh skin carved through the blood and muck – tears then?

They stirred, each revealing hastily bound parcels they had been holding close to their chests. Gently they had laid them on the ground before her, Virlance, wasn’t it? He had bowed his head and revealed what he had carried.

Blood and gore, skin torn and shredded and limbs in various states of dismemberment.

His hair, that beautiful color of a pale sunset, was stained, tangled and matted.

The face that had been so handsome in life, was such an ugly thing in death. His features were bruised and torn, chunks of flesh missing looked as though they had been gnawed away. One of the boys – no matter they had all passed their first centuries, they were still boys – held out a hand and offered her a small handful of metal. Her fingers were numb when she reached out to accept it, her gaze dropping to the familiar amulet that never was separated from it’s owner. Her own family’s sigil had been carved into the small disk of metal, their name spelled out in an old tongue that was fast fading into the annals of time. It still radiated with the magic that had been imbued into it, protections and blessings from both his father and his uncle.

A terrible sound finally pierced through the noise deafening her ears, a pain like no other dropping her to her knees as the realization of what those boys had brought home to her finally broke through the protective haze of denial. That it was her screams echoing through the empty halls. Only vaguely did she recall arms trying to lift her up, someone trying to lead her away but she lashed out before dropping down again to where all that was left of her son lay.

At some point someone had managed to pull her away.

At some point they had done what they could to clean and arrange his remains on a pyre. There had been no precedent for it. The family crypt held ancient bones of all of those who came from her husband’s line, but even in her son’s state, it was better to be safe. Tales had reached them of the dead rising again, there was no point in tempting the fates any further. Gaelion’s remains were cremated with his mother holding vigil long after the embers cooled to ash. She would allow no one else to touch him, it was only her hands that collected what remained and transferred them into small golden coffer.

Nothing had been the same from that point on. The fall of the Sunwell was devastating. The losses of her nieces and nephews weighed heavily on her already broken heart. Already there had been a rift growing between her and her beloved Baradir, setting them both on a path of unspeakable horrors.

She had forgotten her son.

The lost years, as she had taken to thinking of them, had not been ones where she could allow herself any sort of weakness. The heart that had been thoroughly broken and bruised and all but shattered beyond all recognition had been locked away. The past was the past and her present and future were gated by a path of blood, pain and destruction. To the outside world there were whispers, those who saw her grief for Ailos and the tragedies that struck down nearly all of his children and his wife but nothing at all for the son she had so long hoped for. It seemed easier, somehow. She mourned the nieces and nephews lost between the war and the eventual deadly withdraw of the Sunwell, but her own son could not be mentioned within her earshot lest her wrath come down on the unfortunate one who misspoke. Not even Ailos had been spared when he had tried to speak to her about it. That had been the worst fight they had up to that point in their lives, the one thing she considered unforgivable when she herself refused to dwell on her son once the initial consuming grief had taken her over.

Of course, back then, little did they know what was to come…

With her demonic handler carved away and bound within blade always carried on her person, bit by bit Eli had tried to remember the woman she used to be. With the family it was easiest, even with the bad blood between she and Ailos that would reach out to stir up trouble now and again. Lormeus, the newfound brother, they had found some sort of easy stride even when she thought she might truly enjoy killing him at one point. That he came with another child to the family only increased his value to her, the oddity and joy that Arabella was never ceased to amuse Eli. Dathro’serian, her fellow black sheep in exile. Somehow she never held his undeath against him, even with her own son lost to her and Dath offering a glimpse of what might have been Gaelion’s fate. In the dark years their connection was the tiniest glimmer of who she used to be, the game of thwarting Ailos’s spies one tiny spark in an otherwise dark existence.

There had been so many little pieces of her slowly falling back into place, but it was still hard to shake the bleak past that clung to her like the shadows she frequented. She couldn’t bring herself to open that door fully, too long had she been locked away without such cares and concerns and feelings that it still overwhelmed her. Her aloofness with most others granted her a shield of sorts, something she could hide behind while she puzzled out how a normal person should act. Of course it was far easier to stare people down until they let her be, or offer some cutting comment to ideally drive them further away, but she was at least trying.

Autilion was still her greatest challenge, and her greatest source of happiness and peace. Usually. Not that she often dwelled on it or even vocalized it, but it was something she had accepted. The thought of him just then briefly drew her out of her state, that sudden need for him. His was the strength she could depend on, he was her rock that had not disappointed since their reunion. He had been there the handful of times the floodgates had opened and she had been left open and raw, but this dwarfed all else.

How could she go back and simply fight like everyone else? On one hand she wanted to burn the world down. Lay waste to Scourge the way it was gearing up to plague all of the lands in a fashion never seen before. On the other, the memory of her shattering heart and a nearly paralyzing fear of what it could do to those she loved and those she cared for. There was no way they would come away unscathed – her family and the Accord. People would die. Perhaps some will be raised to serve the enemy. Perhaps some will be lost to whatever awaited them when they left this world.

How could she bear it? Even the thought had her clutching at her chest with the sharp ache that cut through her heart. Would she see her nieces and nephew lost with the others? What about her brothers? Autilon?

Times like these she almost missed the blessed nothingness. No worries, no fears. No tethers and no responsibilities.

Here at least, she could hide while trying to come to some sort of a resolution. Only a scant handful might have some idea of where she might have disappeared to, but there were other more important things they would be wrapped up with rather than her flitting off without warning. Her mind was almost blissfully silent, her having the foresight to shut herself off from her sprawling network of feathered spies and those always under their surveillance. Eli’s eyes slid shut and she drew her knees to her chest and let her head fall forward to rest against them.

It was just too hard. Perhaps it would have been better if she had stayed away. She could have faded from the world with no more than a whisper and been spared from all of this. To have gone through this loss once before had been terrible. To relive it all over again now…there just were not words. Everything seemed so surreal, everything except for unspeakable agony of her heart breaking once more.

She wanted to scream.

She wanted to cry.

She wanted to rage.

Why?

She hated this, this weakness.

Every time she thought she had her feet planted firmly on the ground, something else happened to rip the rug out from beneath her and it was just beyond exhausting.

Minutes passed.

Then hours.

Another day.

For the briefest of moments Eli thought she heard a deep throaty chuckle, but still, she didn’t stir. Perhaps in time the undead would breech her borders. Perhaps they would find her there and maybe, just maybe, she would be reunited with her son before being shunted off to a place of torment to atone for her crimes. It would be an end acceptable to one such as she. A satisfying one truth be told.

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