bloodregent replied to your post “ lowkey trying to shake liadrin wide awake as i work on a theme”
*SHAKES HER WITH BOTH HANDS* THERE'S LIGHT STUFF, LIADRIN
WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? HAVEN’T YOU HEARD OF SHAKY LIADRIN SYNDROME?
bloodregent replied to your post “ lowkey trying to shake liadrin wide awake as i work on a theme”
*SHAKES HER WITH BOTH HANDS* THERE'S LIGHT STUFF, LIADRIN
WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? HAVEN’T YOU HEARD OF SHAKY LIADRIN SYNDROME?
how to protection paladin
> aggro passive ON
> consecrate every second you’re fighting anything
> AVENGER’S SHIELD
> scream at monsters that are ignoring u
you only saw her beauty but not the iron underneath
Just stay put. I’ll handle it.
based on (x)
intro // ariana grande
world of warcraft picspams » paladins
This is the call of the paladin: to protect the weak, to bring justice to the unjust, and to vanquish evil from the darkest corners of the world. These holy warriors are equipped with plate armor so they can confront the toughest of foes, and the blessing of the Light allows them to heal wounds and, in some cases, even restore life to the dead.
because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.
“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.
This week is Darion Mograine.I don’t know very much about him_(:з」∠)_
She bowed her head out of courtesy for the High King of the Alliance. There was no sense in allowing their petty horde versus alliance battle here in the throne of the burning legion. Liadrin was a big supporter of the ‘we have a mutual enemy, who cares for the sides’ and it would never change. Voice gentle, a motherly tone to it, worry laced with a kindness. Slight broken common tongue slipped from her lips, her words now-a-days spent speaking her native tongue;
“ I do hope you did not find any trouble, King Anduin. The Alliance does not need another king to pass into the light. ”
@crownofstormwind // starter call
he was caught unawares by the question, but knew the answer. despite the long pause that consisted him of merely staring off to nothing, he knew. how could someone not know the answer to that sort of question? nonetheless, darion only gave what seemed like a heavy sigh, comparable only to the sound of a balloon deflating. he does a little, but only for selfish reasons.
“no, not at all.” is all he says for a moment, arms folded as he continues staring off. then, “because, the fear of using is was a far greater than the power if offered me.”
She is silent, not by being caught wrong, more in amazement. The Ashbringer was a powerful weapon, one that even the legion sought to use and yet... Darion did not seem to want it, even after tasting the blade’s power. It was good to know she would not have to chop his hand off. A tilt of a head before straightening out, a soft look in her eyes. Was that a hint of pride in the soft glint? Possibly.
“Sorry if I offended, just a innocent question.”
“Liadrin, what a pleasure. How’s your face?”
She would not deny that seeing the Blood Matriarch broken and bleeding on the hallowed floor of the Sanctum of Light had not filled her with a vicious sort of glee, teeth aching and blood singing to rend flesh from bone and tear the spirit free of its mortal coil. Holding back had hurt - Light’s blood, had it hurt - but she supposed, in the end, it was the only decent decision she made that night.
“I’m actually looking for your precious little Highlord, but she seems to be hiding from me.”
A pause passed between them as Zoen realized something.
“I promise I’m not here to kill her.”
Keep calm, she reminded herself. They had gotten the best of her, unprepared and angry. Fel green eyes seem to darken as a storm stayed hidden behind them. She lets their air flow through her nostrils before straightening up.
“ It’s amazing, it’s almost like you never laid your cursed blades on my skin. Not even a scar. ----- Highlord has been busy dealing with the threat that looms on the shore. ”
She forced back any of her comments about Highlord Aura purposely ignoring Zoen. Especially since the Light’s Hope are still so fresh, a fight would sure break out between the two. Hopefully, Liadrin would be able to stop the highlord and deathlord going toe to toe.
“ I would be more worried for you, Deathlord. ”
that was perhaps the wrong thing to say. for several moments, the scourge highlord frets over offending her.
“ah, that is not one of them, no.”
the answer comes more smoothly than he expects, & it’s like removing a weight from his shoulders. dead weight, perhaps. he hated the sight of dalaran. everything was too much for him in undeath. the colours were far too vibrant, there was an unusual abundance of living people, & far too many animals. a part of mograine hated how easily he gravitated toward the blood knight.
There is a smile on the matriarch's lips that grows, she wasn’t offended. Amused at how the scourge highlord seemed to take a moment to pause to collect his thoughts. She noted that she seemed to get closer to the highlord. It was like a magnet brought her closer but at the same time, they repelled each other.
“Would’ve thought differently. Then again, I rarely hear you ever speak.”