Social Consultation

Altheas wandered about his apartment with a sterner than usual look upon his face. Adjusting chairs, lifting seat cushions, and rifling through closets looking for something missing. It wasn't anything too important. A tabard, nothing more. If it was completely lost another can be made. Though he'd rather find the one he had lost first. He had also not seen his shadow, the sayaad Elinira, all day. This he didn't mind, but it was most peculiar of her to not pester him for this long.

Besides, she usually stayed near enough for him to be able to call out for her if needed. And it wasn't long before he did call out to his shadow; to enlist her help in locating his lost tabard. "Elinira! Have you seen my taba-"

He stopped himself right there. He had found his tabard. And he had found Elinira. Wearing his tabard. And absolutely nothing else. Striking a seductive pose as per usual with her.

"Have I seen what?" Elinira replied, fidgeting with the simple cloth that bore the official emblem of The Eclipse Syndicate. A cheeky grin plastered all over her face.

"My. Tabard." Altheas growled out, his own face slowly contorting into a sneer. "Take it off. Now."

Elinira clicked her tongue disapprovingly, shaking her head as she sauntered about the small living space, "Altheas, honey. The correct way to say that is 'Please, take it off.' You'll have a much easier time getting what you want by saying 'please.'"

The sayaad toyed with him, adjusting the tabard and shamelessly flaunting her assets to the demon hunter, "Besides, don't you think I look good in this? I love how the stars are positioned juuuuust right!~"

Altheas bit his tongue, literally. It was hard to deal with this demon. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered at all. But he took a breath, relaxed his face, and held out his hand to take the tabard. "Please take it off."

Elinira bit her lip and batted her eyes, "Oh my! So forward! Well. I like you, so I suppose I will."

Then, as if she had mastered the movements of undressing in a flash, the tabard was off her person and resting within his hand. This only filled Altheas with disgust, as it left Elinira completely nude. "Dammit Elinira! Put your own clothes on!"

Elinira pouted, crossing her arms under her bust and shifting her weight over to one leg, tail swaying behind her. "Now now. 'Please put your own clothes on!'"

"Stop rifling through my things!" The demon hunter snapped back, clenching both hands into fists before he stormed off.

"You're not going to get many ladies with that!" Was the last thing Elinira called back before letting out a huff.

((Altheas has been working on his social skills. Sometimes he fails. @eclipse-syndicate also recently had a change in it's guild sigil so this was a funny way to throw that in there as well!))

Expected Side Effects

“She is an interesting one.” Altheas immediately dropped the letter he was reading and snarled loudly when he heard the voice. Lips curling back to reveal preternaturally sharp canines, “She is none of your concern.” “Oh but she is! After all, I am right here. With you. Always. In the same body.” The demon hunter growled deeply. His nose crinkling in anger and fists clenching tightly. The letter he was reading just moments ago now getting crumpled into a little ball. “What a marvelous coincidence. To find something familiar after believing it dead along with so many others in that pretty little Temple. She is like you.” “You shut up!” Altheas barked at the disembodied voice, jerking his head to the right as if the speaker were physically there with him. “I know you like her.” “That is also none of your business.” “Oh but it is. It is very much my business. I am here. Within you. Always.” “You said that already.” Altheas snarled, turning his head again. Following a being that was but wasn’t there at all. “It’s such an innocent thing. A precious thing. A... vulnerable thing. All it takes is one slip. One lapse in judgment. To cause something very... unexpected. Forgotten all about during the heat of such a passionate moment. Are you sure you’re willing to take such a risk? To partake in the delicious pleasure of the flesh? Her flesh?” The Illidari was silent, clenching every muscle he could to keep himself from lashing out against something. Anything. The demon within was taunting him. Goading him into lashing out. Reminding him. He stayed quiet. Refusing to answer his inner demons questions. “No answer? Then allow me to tell you: it’s a way out just like any other. You will be free of me. And you’ll have what you want.” “SILENCE!” Altheas howled, swinging his right arm outwards and throwing an inkwell against the nearby wall. The glass vial shattering upon impact, forcing it’s black liquid contents to splatter against the wall it struck. “You even try that and I will not hesitate to do what needs to be done! There is no more Argus to resurrect you! You will not be reborn again when I am through!” His voice echoed within his office. The silence following immediately afterward, only to be interrupted periodically by the standing clock next to the giant ink splotch upon the wall. There was no response to him. Only silence.

When you write a thing but it gets borked once you post it (((((:

Regarding Vision

A question was posed to him recently; yesterday in fact.

"What is your vision like?" She had asked him as he gazed through the telescope directed at one of thousands celestial bodies within the night sky. To which he replied with:

"Depends on what I need to see."

He would go on to explain what he could see. Auras and essences of arcane, fel, shadow, life. Of how some things have off one aura or essence more strongly than others. But he didn't get into the details, instead answering her follow-up question about what he saw of her.

She was the most colorful thing within the Silvermoon Observatory. The beating red of her life essence, powered by her heart. The swirl of dark blue and purple of her shadow magic mixing with the light blue of the arcane energy within her. And then there was the ever so faint hint of fel within her.

All together, it was beautiful. She was beautiful. And that is what scared him.

Normal vision doesn't pick up on those details. His vision shouldn't pick up on those details. But it does, because he's part demon now. He shouldn't be able to track her or anyone down with just a blink of his eyes like that. To be able to switch from seeking out life, to arcane, to fel, to shadow with just the blink of his eyes.

To be able to see the beat of a person's heart like a flash of light, the flow of magic in their veins and how strongly it is. The shadows that swirl around them like turbulent mist. The fel that burns within them. Such sight is best left to the very demons he hunts.

But there he was. Seeing Rivannah, the woman who invited him to join her at the Observatory, glow with fantastical color. It both amazed and terrified him. Amazed at how beautiful she looked, but terrified at how easy it is for him to distinguish her within a crowd of seemingly similar people now.

((Mention to @rivannah!))

Kink (one or more kinks)- Altheas enjoys nibbling/biting.

Unfair (how does he feel towards teasing)- He can understand the enjoyment of teasing he partner. So, when he feels like it, he'll tease. If only a little.

Wildcard (random headcanon)- He doesn't mind when his partner uses his horns as handlebars.

Altheas' libido is low. He has no overwhelming desire to partake in the act and it is not a subject that overly excites him.

It's not something he puts off entirely. He will indulge in it when he wishes to (which is rarely) and only with an individual that wishes for it as well. That said he will not be indulging in the act whenever his partner wishes to. There will be times when he says no, even to them.

Altheas sighed silently before he spoke,

"My warblades are of Aldrachi desgin. One set of the many that Sargeras had distributed amongst his Legion. I do not know the exact make up of their construction, but their design is clearly meant to tear as much from whatever foe they are put against as possible. Not only that but whatever material they are made of not only tears flesh from bone, but soul from body. Which comes to be an unexpected advantage for the wielder. Allegedly the Aldrachi believed these souls entered the blades to empower them further. I don't care for this fact though. The blades are wickedly serrated, and curve out perpendicular from the hilt. Only one hilt has a guard, and on it is a depiction of a demonic skull, blindfolded. Moving towards the back, away from the hilt, the blades give way to what I can only describe as some form of preserved organic tissue. Whether they're webbed digits or even wings of some unknown creature is not known to me."

GAH!

I need to get back to writing. Been too long.

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Cause I got tired of Tumblr acting like a git. Avi is of Altheas in game and header is of his faceclaim with a matching mood.