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Closure
By the time she had come and gone, much of the late morning had passed so effortlessly. Time is something he’s had much of as of late, and yet.. In her presence, it didn’t seem to matter.
Words of apology were exchanged, and they both had come to the realization that in the end, even if they tried again... It would not be for the best. It stung like venom, but logic has never really cared about his feelings in the past.
Despite this, she had pulled him in for one last kiss before her departure. Of course he wanted to do the same, but his legs had paralyzed themselves. For what reason? He’ll likely never know. He simply let her come to him then, holding her firmly against him in their final embrace.
Watching as she rode off atop that massive sable steed, his arms cross over his chest, and a wistful sigh escapes him. The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on him; their relationship had both started, and ended with a kiss.
‘You always were always my fairy tale...’
Her words play back in his mind, shifting his thoughts to the phrase. He’s certainly confident that she’ll be able to find another at some point - someone who can better care for her. Who can handle the mantle of nobility. After all, he’s a simple son of farmers from Westfall.
As for him? His seems to be a legacy of conflict. Conflict with his emotions, his curse, his homeland, as well as the numerous wars that seem to be plaguing Azeroth.
‘Perhaps it’s best she finds someone who won’t just be a casualty of war one day.’
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Closing Doors
He was withered from his time away and now his elected solitude on a Westfall farmstead, and looked nothing like the man she had once known. He wore an old pair of blue canvas overalls with a red and black plaid shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his dusty elbows. His facial hair was unmaintained and it was almost refreshing to her. Perhaps it was because his outward appearance reflected her internal state of mind.
The tension found in the silence between them was palpable. At first, neither able to conjure words to adequately convey the spectrum of emotions that were ignited during such a reunion. Nervously she wrapped her arms under her bust chewing at her lower lip as she rocked from foot to foot. He remained locked in disbelief of who had sought him out, tentatively he stepped towards her as the grass crunched under his dirt-caked boots.
His fingertips found their way to gently rest on her blackened cheek. Old apologies were offered as if perhaps it would create new bandages for the festered wounds in their hearts. She shook her head to silence any talk of that… it was not why she had come. He had always been her rock even before they ventured down the path of something more, and now she needed him. She needed the one person who could clear her clouded vision as she no longer could focus enough to even define who or what she was.
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Artwork by: Kila Zamana
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Opportunity
The stone halls of the Sanctum of the Light were perhaps a testament to the stalwart legacy of Paladins, and Siegfried felt honored to be able to tread in their wake.
Sauntering away from the training dummies, he descends the small flight of stairs to the Altar of Ancient Kings, the words of a newfound friend - and possible mentor - reverberating within his mind.
‘I have only had two during my time, and they have both grown into magnificent soldiers of the Alliance. If guidance is what you seek, then I will be more than happy to help in any way I can.’
Siegfried had never met a Quel’dorei before, and without warning, one is suddenly a prospective new mentor. Never had he thought the path to Knighthood and Paladinhood would be paved for him by a High Elf.
He was certainly taken aback by both the fluid, lethal dance of her swordplay - as well as her regal beauty. It would take time to grow accustomed to such company.
Standing before the Altar, he draws his battered sword and lowers to one knee, gripping the blade and directing its tip groundward.
“May the Light guide me through this upcoming journey, and may it guide my sword and shield.”
Animal Familiar
Damion Ashcroft
~ Wolf ~
The Wolf is an animal that is both revered and hated in its symbolism. Oftentimes, the negative idea of Wolves is as an aggressive, instinctive creature that is distrusting of others. In other views, it is seen as a intuitive and free; A representation of the beauty of the wild and the great unknown. In a similar way, you are seen differently depending on the viewpoint of others. You may come off as dark or intimidating at first, but are undeniably loyal to those who have gained your trust. A Wolf familiar guides their master's instincts and decisions, lets them know who they can trust, and protects them. ~~***~~ This familiar represents -Intelligence -Distrust of people -Strong loyalty -Unpredictability -Mystery -Freedom
Take the quiz here: https://www.quotev.com/quiz/9186499/I-Your-Animal-Familiar-I
Tagging: @thebattlesheep, @auroryn-dawnsworn, @strixena
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♦ -Damion
“Care.”
Care in the sense that he cared about her well being much more than a lot of people did at the time. That’s what she remembers most about him.
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Idle no Longer
Months ago, the sudden disappearance of Countess Reinhardt, as well as his then-mentor Sir Salvaris had left Siegfried with little in terms of how to advance his initial plan; to be Knighted.
Since then, he had kept himself busy - and fed - through performing odd jobs throughout Stormwind and the surrounding regions. Killing Gnolls, Murlocs and rabid packs of wolves harassing Alliance towns and villages had proved to be adequate to hone his skills.
Despite this, he’s had little advancement by way of calling upon the Light. On occasion, he can see its glimmer manifest during times of need, offering just enough of its presence to keep him alive. He knows of his potential, and yet… Nobody has crossed paths with him to offer him true guidance along the path to becoming a Paladin and a Knight.
Sometimes, the Light aids those who choose to act. He decided today is the day to do precisely that.
Within the confines of his little apartment in Ironforge, he begins to stuff a large ruck sack with various supplies; cured food, extra clothing, and navigation and survival tools. Rolled out atop the surface of his bed was a map of the Eastern Kingdoms, marked with two red ‘X’ marks.
Uther’s Tomb, and Light’s Hope Chapel.
Slinging the overstuffed pack over his shoulder, he promptly rolls up the map, and tucks it under his armpit just long enough for him to close and lock the door to his flat.
No longer will he sit idle.
Mentions: @iron-and-flesh
Riaaaa
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)
💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum
It helps that he’s known her for a long time!
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Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)
💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum
War is Hell
Just north of Moonbrook, dark clouds begin to roll over the golden plains of Westfall, accompanied by the low rumble of thunder.
In typical farming attire - overalls, a straw hat and leather work boots - Damion lifts a hand to shield his eyes from the dimming sun, peering at the encroaching storm clouds. Reaching over to grab both his pitchfork and rifle, he stalks his way back into the small cottage that his parents had built prior to his birth.
Life after Argus was quaint and boring; he had since taken up the task of rebuilding his family’s small wheat farm on the outskirts of Moonbrook, and so far, the distance he kept between himself and Stormwind had offered him a sense of peace. Mostly.
Stepping into the cottage, he rests both his pitchfork and rifle against the wall, and closes the door behind him. Locking the three various locks to the door, he strips himself down and turns his attention to the bath tub, which he’d filled earlier in the day.
Gingerly lowering himself into the water, his eyes drift shut.
As if on-queue, images of his recent past flicker through his mind. His life in the city before going to fight on Argus, the hordes of Legion soldiers marching over the corpses of slain comrades. The face of the Eredar that had nearly slain him.
As these images began to consume his psyche, the roar of thunder overhead caused him to jolt back to reality. Sitting up in the tub, his gaze stares toward the single window of the cottage. Lifting his hands, he buries his face within them.
In his small cottage, alone, he begins to weep uncontrollably.
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Reblog this if you don’t mind me saying hello to you ingame because I recognise you from Tumblr.
I always see people ingame from Tumblr and I’m always SUPER scared to say hi.
So uh, I made this just to make sure you guys don’t mind me approaching you ingame with my silly cat!
♥
thedude-ffxiv
I don’t mind at all hit me up anytime and anywhere!!
tsukiko-haruko
I’m shy and socially awkward just to warn you. A wet dishrag tends to be more socially outgoing than me. Also, 9 out of 10 times I’m usually afk, I just have auto afk off. If I’m standing there looking at @fenris-harel I’m probably afk lol
kazofunizofuffxiv
Please do!
lynto-amariyo
Go for it
xiou
Of course! <3
lady-arcane
Absolutely! I love this.
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True/False game. Make an assumption about me in my ask and I’ll tell you if its true or false. Go.
Play with me
Kiwi: Love your blog, equally interested in you as a person
Aw, thank you!