#the darktalon family
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Darktalon family heights
Blix: WHEEZE and Blix is at 5'5"
Blix: I think sometimes she refuses to crane her neck to make eye contact with Indarris so she'll just talk at his ribcage
Blix: bonus points if he just looks directly over her head during a conversation as a bit
Indy: You know he tries to be seated as much as possible any time they're speaking tho
Blix: LMFAO oh for sure but Blix has zero problems with acknowledging she's much shorter than a kaldorei
Indy: he just quietly informed me it's so he doesn't get tension headaches from looking down at her
Blix: blix completely understands and respects this due to Neck Pain Blix: I have also just learned that most residential doors are between 6'7" and 6'9" this made me look at the nearest doorframe in MY house and then look up another two feet and Oh holy fuck Indy is huge.
Indy: Yep! I was like "I made a family of monsters"
Blix: jfkJKETKE
Blix: me, whispering: giant woman
Blix: I don't understand for a SECOND how Blix looked at her and went "yeah, I could take her on in a fight"
@blixvoronin
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day 3: forest
synopsis: Blix has felt lost for some time. It’s coming to a head.
cw: anxiety attack
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mentions: @indraste-darktalon
•• sometime before the primal invasions began ••
Blix Voronin sat on the edge of a sheer-faced hill in the forests at the base of Cindervale, littered in pine trees and with the scent of fresh snow steadily growing stronger as the winter chill threatened to shower Ashbury and its surroundings in frost.
She wasn’t concerned about that now. Instead, she tilted her never-empty flask back as soon as the cold metal made contact with her lips, and she took a deep drink.
She tried to shove back every ounce of the anger she was feeling. The pain. She felt betrayed, in a way, though she’d never voice it. Not even to Ken.
I mean, she thought to herself, how am I supposed to say “hey, I feel really hurt that I’ve been frozen out by a leader I admired, and I feel like I’ve got maybe three actual friends in the entire damn military that would answer if I needed help”?
Olivia’s warm reception had helped, somewhat, during Dym and Toby’s wedding. But it didn’t dull the shock of feeling as if no one had honestly expected her to show up. The anger of knowing Lebryn would show up for them, all congratulations and well wishes, but ignore her own wedding. Olivia had been forced to give a gift in secret.
Blix’s knees curled to her chest, and she swallowed hard, feeling a too-familiar burn in her eyes and a knot in her throat. How many times had she put her life on the line for any of them? Trusted them?
Now, she looked at the 47th - the regiment she’d called family, where she’d cut her teeth and found her footing - and save for three faces, she saw a sea of strangers.
Tears flowed freely down her face as she allowed herself to sob. The days she’d relied on and known were over. Her time in the military had ended — not with public goodbyes and “I promise I’ll make sure you’re doing okay”s, but with a whisper and the sudden appearance of a new Knight-Captain.
The world, as it turned out, was lonely after leaving an organization like that. Her entire sense of sociality, of purpose — gone. Her trust in the others, too. She’d thought of them as family — it was clear that they didn’t reciprocate the gesture.
She tangled fingers in her hair, hiccuping roughly as her ability to breathe became limited — the world closed tightly in a tunnel of dark, as if walls pressed themselves in too closely. She would always be alone. She’d never make a difference.
Arathi. Badlands. Revendreth. Kingsland.
Blix screwed her eyes shut tighter, trying to breathe — five things you can see —
Arathi. Badlands. Revendreth. Kingsland. The island. Cage.
Black. All black. Leaves. Dirt. Wood. Shoes.
Cage. Cage. Blood. Failure. Bodies.
it was your fault
YOU LET THEM DIE
You must take your share of blame.
The spiral of thoughts continued, and eventually, she couldn’t separate them anymore — voice from her own thoughts, real from lies.
Blix didn’t realize she’d been screaming until a pair of arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her in close and binding her to a strong chest. She didn’t notice the feathers that now scattered through the soil.
“Shh, shh, moonfire,” Indraste’s voice whispered. “Breathe, surfal. I’m here. It’s okay. You aren’t alone. You’re never alone.”
Blix’s thoughts rushed back to current too quickly, and she broke down into wordless, heaving sobs as she clung to Indraste. The druid carded fingers gingerly through Blix’s hair, pressing kisses to the crown of her head, and said nothing more.
Never alone. It still felt wrong — foreign, to think so. Blix felt more alone than ever. Broken. But… if anyone could help, it would be Indy. Even if it was just one day at a time.
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The Wedding (Indy)
Word count: 850
Summary: Indy and Blix get hitched, pre-timeskip! I had her vows written and I was on a plane today and figured I’d write out a little thing so I could show them off to Blix’s player. So here’s a little glimpse into the wedding for everyone. :D
Mentions: @blixvoronin @celesterunewhisper @ranekvilmas @mekandawn @xarianazphel (I'm not gonna double ping for those of you who have multiple characters.)
It was strange, having every different little section of her recent life finally gathered into one place. First, the location: a river delta in Nagrand, beneath a large tree, which used to be her favorite place to fish. Second, her friends: Celeste, who had coordinated everything for her and Blix; Ranek, who had agreed to be her best man; and Caythaes, who had written an entire ceremony to marry them by. Twist, too: he had actually arrived early to help her get ready. And then Xarian, whom she’d met in a tavern brawl while Blix was missing, had even agreed to come even though there would be no fighting. Last but not least, her family: her brother had agreed to spend time around their parents to be there for her. And her mother and father had agreed to give him a wide berth.
That was as good as it was going to get for the Darktalons, at least for now.
Her old home. Her closest friends. Her newly rediscovered family. And then, most importantly: her wife, who was also surrounded by her own family and friends. It was the most positive gathering of people she’d been in in decades.
Blix looked stunning. (Indy honestly thought that she looked stunning in almost every situation, but today there was a brightness around her that had been less common since she came back.)
Indy, for her part, had tried: her hair was in a looser, much less severe braid down her back, leaving hair to frame her face. Twist had helped her weave pale yellow flowers into the braid, which was a step up from her usual mess of feathers. She was in a sleeveless dress that she had been working on for months; a soft green, made of leaf-shaped panels of varying sizes layered atop one another to form the bodice and the skirt. She was still barefoot, but she had lip stain on; red, to match her tattoos.
Today wasn't a day for stress. She could get through it without talons and feathers ruining her look.
There was a twinge of stress, though, when the ceremony began and Cay had her and Blix stand in front of them beneath the tree. She felt all the guests' eyes on her, and had to remind herself that every single person there was there to support them. So she held Blix's hands, and smiled down at her, and waited for the time to say her vows. She was going first, and she desperately hoped what she had to say wouldn't turn out to be too long.
Cay indicated it was her turn to speak. Indy took a deep breath, met Blix’s eyes, and squeezed her hands.
"I'm going to start this on a sad note, which is probably not surprising to anyone who knows me." There was the faint sound of scattered laughter, but that was fine; she'd meant it to be a bit self-deprecating. "But you'll soon understand that this time, it's good to start sad."
Blix raised an eyebrow, and Indy continued: "Two decades ago, I lost my hope. Two years ago, I lost my faith. After Outland and Teldrassil, society became unbearable for me. My instinct was to fade away into the wilderness and not give the world a second chance."
No laughter, this time; the only sound when she paused for another breath was the wind in the grass and the branches of the tree above them. Blix was staring up her, expression earnest.
"But then I met you by chance, and within minutes you'd turned one of my most stressful days since coming back into something light-hearted and fun. And then… you just kept doing that."
Indy smiled and reached out to cup Blix's cheek in her hand. "Blix Voronin, you make me want to greet the day again. You make me want to improve my health, and rebuild my connections to other people. And every moment I'm with you, I find something else about you that's worth loving. You've given me a reason to come back to real life, and work through those days that are struggles. You've been endlessly patient with my quirks: my sometimes-talons, the feathers always on the floor of our home… and with my kids, who hopefully haven't flown off with the rings by now."
More laughter, and she and Blix both looked over at Ranek and Kenorian, who had both been tasked with being a perch for Asha and Tilly until it was time for them to fly the rings over. Each of the men had one of the darters on a shoulder.
No crisis so far.
Indy turned her attention back to Blix, and they met eyes again. "By the Night, Blix, I swear to you that I'm going to do everything I can to be just as wonderful to you as you are to me. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you well. I'm your healer, and I'll be at your side every time I'm needed."
She squeezed Blix's hands again, and said the last part of her speech: "I love you, Moonfire. And today, I'm standing here to link myself to you, and tell everyone present that I will always cherish our bond."
Indy's shoulders relaxed, and she exhaled deeply. She'd made it through without stumbling over or forgetting words. The hard part was over; now, all she had to do was listen to what Blix had written, put a ring on her hand, give her a kiss… and then go dance, drink, and party with people who loved them.
Things were good, and while she knew it wasn’t going to be easy… she had faith that they were going to stay that way.
((Indy's wedding dress ref:))
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oof hit me w 😡/💬 for the ask meme, blix is gonna have a Day w this
I've been told to combine 😡- Venting their anger with 💬 - Talking to themselves. And since this is from Blix, we shall provide.
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Indraste tried to keep herself together as she landed in the front yard. Her brother? He had been a surprise to see, because she has simply assumed he had cut her out of his life. He hadn't remembered who she was initially, after all, and while they had been trying to work on who they were now? Well. Disappearing after that, one makes assumptions.
Yet another Darktalon had deemed her not good enough.
But that wasn't true, was it? Because he was back, and confiding what happened, and all of it made so much stupid sense that she couldn't be mad at any of them.
And that's why she was trying to channel that Darktalon fury. He had seemed happy to see her, and worried about those who were (concernedly; and this was a whole new problem) missing from his life.
She had never expected anything, and so had taken his intentional departure less personally than she had the sudden disappearance of Blix. Only slightly less, because if he disappeared, she'd assumed he didn't want to be found.
If Blix disappeared? She assumed just the opposite.
They were both back, and she was trying to adjust. On the streets today, Andennaris had seemed to happy to see her. And, again, she had never expected anything, because what was there to expect from a sibling that didn't even remember being family?
But, as always he exceeded expectations. He sought her out again, and asked for her help regarding a very delicate problem. It involved her standing tall and intimidating in a corner while Reth's friends collected her things. It would have been easy, if it hadn't been so sad.
So here Indy was in the yard, squaring off with a tree. She needed to burn some of this off before she went inside. So she took off her scythe and fell into a brawler stance, squaring off with a tree.
"Keep my family away from me? See what happens." She punched the trunk, ignoring the way her knuckles split against the bark. She could smell her own blood, but she maintained control for now.
Hitting usually made her feel better. But this time, all she was left with was bloody hands and a sense of despair. What was she supposed to tell her new brother about their old parents?
Indy faced the tree. "Andira, Indarris Darktalon? Meet your new son, Andennaris. Don't pretend that you know him," she murmured to the tree, and immediately knew it wasn't right. It wasn't her place to say anything about her brother to get parents. So she sent a few more punches the tree's way, grunting each time her knuckles hit bark.
As the hits kept landing, one ear cocked toward what sounded like very familiar company. She tried to compose herself, and failed completely. The area around the tree was ringed by feathers, and she was no better off herself. So there wasn't really anything to compose.
((@blixvoronin ask and ye shall receive.))
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Where Are We?
(@daily-writing-challenge) Time to play catch-up with the girls, and share some vague ideas about a new char.
Indy (Indraste Darktalon)
@blixvoronin has moved in with her in their apartment in Pandaria. There are a lot more knives around than previously. Be careful when you open the cabinet in the workroom!
Thanks to @ranekvilmas Asha the Sprite Darter has a new little brother, named Tilly. Asha is not happy. (For a short story about this, click here.)
Her brother Andennaris is once more MIA, so she's drinking like a fish despite herself. If it weren't for Blix, it would be a lot worse.
She's considering starting seriously looking for her parents, but she's terrified that they're dead. Her internal debate right now is whether or not ignorance really is bliss.
She's also considering starting selling some of her enchanted tailoring items, even though she doesn't need the money.
Reth (Rethea Emberfall)
Newly single, currently doubting both her leadership skills and her worth as a person because of Andennaris's disappearance. Pretty sure she's never going to try to open up to anyone romantically ever again.
Considering giving up on being a blade-for-hire, but not sure what else she can do to make a living.
Looking for a place to settle down so she can stop living out of an inn in Boralus.
Buying SO MUCH LINGERIE for retail therapy.
Still hiding from her murderous twin sister!
This is all fine. It's fine.
And then, I am working on a backstory for a Goblin named Attzi Gearburst, who might show up in some stories in the next DWC. Since she's so new, doing prompts is a great way to flesh out her character. Here's what I know now:
Born in Everlook (she's from Steamwheedle Cartel)
Lives in Booty Bay (probably)
Decided to learn frost magic after the family lab caught fire and burned, taking all their projects (and her cousin) with it.
Has a history of being a trade facilitator/salesperson, and is looking for a new group to keep doing that for.
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