Lightborn.

[ Hiatus from RP, indefinite. ]

[alightborn]

{ ahh, /sweeps up dust. Time to clean and fix up. I'm really happy with how War Within is shaping up, and I've missed this blog even if it's me talking to the wind. }

[alightborn]

b o o t y

[verosmoonshine-blog]

@alightborn liked for a starter!

     If there was anything he was grateful for, it was how far his feet could take him. Now, if he only had the patience and mindfulness to pay attention to where said feet would take him, perhaps such traveling wouldn’t be such trouble.

     Such lack of attention, and perhaps much needed sobriety, lands the Nightborne nearly crashing into another man.

     “Oh goodness pardon me!” Veros shouts, gracelessly stumbling backwards. “My, you’re a stocky one – Oh, friendly I hope. Care for some bread? I’m selling bread and necklaces. Don’t ask why, I don’t know why either.”

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“...!?” 

    He doesn’t even realize someone has almost run into him until a voice speaks directly to him, his mind had been in another place, another time. Standing in full armor prevents him from stumbling himself, though Arden’s first words upon looking up and hearing the Nightborne was a simple confused, “I’m sorry?” He clears his throat then continues, “Are you... okay?”

[alightborn]

thelightsking:

     Quietly, Anduin regained his strength, gently pulling away from Arden. This moment of humility allowed him to let go of some of the tension he held in for Light knows how long, and he feels almost humbled by it. Once more he was ever grateful for the angel’s patience, but he needed to refocus on the tasks at hand.

     “The future is always in motion,” Anduin echoes, retrieving a handkerchief from his pocket. “You are right, Arden. I cannot thank you enough.”

     He’s quiet for a moment, staring back at the plans laid out on the table. Much to be done, much to discuss, but he must remind himself that he doesn’t have to do it alone. After taking a breath, he gathers his wits and puts back on the stern mask so reminiscent of his father’s.

     “I… still strongly feel that perhaps sparring may help me, in the very least build endurance,” Anduin says, picking up a mini soldier figure off the table. “Combat is not my strongest point, but I’ve made up my mind about joining our armies. If you are willing, I would like you to be the one to help me.”

    He says nothing more than a simple: “Of course.” He then takes a second to step back, giving the young man some space with his thoughts. Instead, he leans back on the table, eyes, and ears open. He finds himself nodding along, arms crossed over his chest plate. Anduin could ask of him anything, and he would answer. Nor would he ever leave his charge's side; unless the king himself asked. Arden knows how hard these past months have been, but Anduin wouldn’t be alone. Never. He may be a simple guard, but he cares for him.

    “Then you shall have me. Though I have never um... taught another, I hope whatever I do will be of help,” Arden musters a smile for the young king. His mind gratefully turns toward the present, turning over Anduin’s request. Combat. With a sword --- his father’s, no question about that. Easily, he could draw from his own inherent abilities to provide an example...

“We can begin whenever you are ready, my lord. It... will not be easy, and could take longer than the time we now have to ourselves, but I will help.”

[ashleybear-hat]

“Just a little bit!”

It’s been a while since I made this “Imagine Your OTP” series so I’ll make it again :3

Sorry for not updating much…school has been really hectic and I don’t have any time *sighs I do have a special plan for October though so just wait! ^^

[lionslight-archive]

@alightborn

[alightborn]

@lionslight I LAUGHED OUT LOUD. THAT IS SUCH A PERFECT PHOTO SET!!!!

[lionslight-archive]

     as the unworldly essence of gorribal loomed above and the distant chittering of agitated silithids - the likes of which came from both beyond and below - echoed INCESSANTLY, he made his way across the singed dunes and towards the fractured vein of cerulean and gold. for a long while was it simply gazed upon, both majesty and HORROR surrounding the arcane mineral. slowly, a knee was brought to the sands, and one hand was lowered to collect in its palm a small sample of the resource. anduin clasped it in a manner gentle but firm, feeling the raw and TERRIBLE power which coursed through even this minuscule specimen.

     he rose, still holding the azerite crystal against the cloth of his glove, then gazed up at the blade which had punctured without effort its PREY. despair lingered across the surface of both eyes, the priest’s hold on the shard waning as it slipped from his grasp and fell back to the earth. “this… this could spell the end of all things… the end of azeroth herself…” lips pressed against one another and eyelids fell as he shook his head, as if in DISBELIEF of his own claim. a distinctive inhale and exhale followed, and eyes of blue were once more revealed alongside a proclamation, “we can’t let that happen.”

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    It was truly a horrible sight that had greeted him upon arriving in Silithus. The land beneath his feet isn’t just cracked---it’s sundered. Lines of a yellowish color crawl from the wound in the world, dotted with several formations that almost look like mineral, but wasn’t. But the blade itself was infinitely more terrifying. Arden opens his eyes again, having not realized he’d closed them, the usual golden color glowing unnaturally as he gazes out over the destruction. He tilts his head---just looking upwards in silence. He could feel the darkness tainting the blade and reaching into the soil beneath.

    Arden could only imagine the consequences that will come from this. Already, he’s observed teams of Alliance and Horde scramble over the lifeblood of Azeroth and the innate power it holds. No one should have this. Which was why he was here on his own, far from the Alliance. 

    Or so he thought. A small flicker catches his attention further ahead. The figure kneels just as he gets close enough to see. He knows that voice... King Wrynn? It is. But why? To see the devastation himself? And why alone? Or was he accompanied by another he hadn’t noticed? 

    “We won’t.” Arden finds himself saying, coming to a stop off to the king’s right a few paces to the side as not to spook the young priest, making his footsteps just a tad louder. “But it will take more than we may have now. If left there... I know more than just the silithid will hear it’s call.”

[alightborn]

make your muse!

tagged by: @lionslight  tagging: @thelightsking and u reading this

[fortitsngiggles]

Unless you hit me in the face with a brick that says “I’m flirting with you,” I’m most likely just gonna think you’re being nice.

[lionslight-archive]

!!!! MY CHILD!! MY BOY!!

[alightborn]

// Arden has so many feelings about this patch it’s mindblowing just how far he’s come from the very first concept. Grown far more of his own than tied to others.

Now, like, in writing a reply to a thing about Silithus, I find he is torn on whether or not to actually help the Alliance get their hands on Azerite. Or to just try to stop more gathering from taking place. He knows what it is. What it could do. They scramble while there is a hole in the world and seemingly don’t care.

He was so black and white before, still is in some cases and that will not change, but now he’s finding a grey area. He’s becoming more human, literally.

[ahdromeda]

though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light - 

[alightborn]

lionslight replied to your post: i feel like a good majority of arden’s blog is now...

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[alightborn]

i feel like a good majority of arden’s blog is now just anduin wrynn appreciation

intentional? who knows.

[sigillums]

#proud wolf dad

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Legion Epilogue – Anduin Wrynn & Genn Greymane

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     it came as no surprise to the fallen king that his former companion had made it past the frontlines, the likes of which were riddled with fanatics and eldritch MONSTROSITIES alike. their reunion - as he had anticipated it to be - seethed and writhed with an unbearable tension; a deafening silence which lingered throughout the darkened palace. without facing the paladin, anduin shattered it with a single ultimatum, “i offer you but one chance, arden. join me, and see firsthand the shadow’s INEVITABILITY - or resist… and watch as the light fails you, as it failed me…” there could be no victory for that which had, like so many others, turned on him when he held in his hands the reins of a god. pursing dulled lips, the priest manifested into an open palm a caliginous flame, and after gazing unto its dark and MALEVOLENT potency, anduin turned to glance over his shoulder, awaiting his desired response.

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    The Void presses so closely to the world around him as he runs past. It creeps into the stone, the very ground has lost its light. Even the people were so far gone, they attacked him on sight and he had no choice but to fight back. Arden gave a cry of anger as he carved a path through the abominations toward the keep. Empowered with Light---He rushes forward. Getting inside was almost worse than being out on the streets. He shivers against the cold and dark presence that makes itself known. 

    The throne room is even worse, and it’s here where he gets his first look at the King. And he is frozen by the darkness swirling around his leader. For several moments he did not speak, surprise in his voice along with no small amount of horror. “What... what have you done?!” Arden’s eyes are drawn to the flame; his jaw clenching in disgust. “The Void offers empty promises of power and whatever else! It will leave just as fast. The Light hasn’t failed you. See reason!” Arden pleads, lowering his sword the tip grazing the stone. “I cannot fight you.”