Blaire the Exile

Nice girl. Bleeding heart. Human warrior. Face Claim - Emily Rudd.

[blaireducroix]

Reflections. Was it worth it?

Blaire walked along the top deck of the Golden Odyssey. The deck was relatively empty of people or crew as the airship glided through the air. Eventually she found a place at the bow of the ship and climbed over the railing and sat down upon it. If she leaned too far forward, most likely she would plummet to her death over the terrain slowly moving below. She didn’t falter though sitting comfortably watching the sunset in front of her, the wind against her face.

She came to this secluded spot for a reason other than to watch the sunset before her though. It was quiet other then the wind, quiet enough for her to think to herself. To reflect. To not be bothered. She ran the events through her mind that led to what she had been part of days ago...the Destruction of Aemeili. She didn’t protest it when the Father had said what the plans were to find his son who was being held and raised in the lands of Ter’de’Croix.

Why didn’t she protest it? Sure she denounced everything that had to do with her homelands. Wanted nothing to do with the title that was rightfully hers that she passed off to her cousin. Wanted nothing to do with the Lands she was raised in...not raised...survived in. Was that why? Did she hate the lands so much because of what people she did not remember do to her since she could walk? Constantly trying to let nature kill her. Putting her in situations that normal people, normal children would easily perish under. Yet...she survived. She survived and lived, and she got her revenge on those very people. On every person that was to blame for the pain and suffering she experienced. They were gone now, and she was still here. Was that why she let the Father’s plans proceed?

But the people of Aemeili, none of them, not one, were any of the people that hurt Blaire. They were truly innocent in every way possible. They had done no wrong to her, they had not slighted her, she didn’t know a single person that she saw perish that day. Aemeili was just a city to her in all retrospect.

Why did she feel guilty then? The anger and sorrow she normally felt when in the lands of Ter’de’Croix were replaced by sadness and sorrow as the Flock left, the damage done, the child they came for in their possession. Why did she feel that way for a land that in her mind, had no love for her? So why should she care what happened to its cities, or its people? None of the them would blink twice if she was to die. Anyone that may know her in all of Ter’de’Croix probably think her dead anyways, at least they did. Davmir probably has bounties on her at this point. Before he was forced to apologize in front of Blaire he had all but pronounced her dead, and her cousin was vindictive to those that harm those he cares about.

Why did she wish she could go back in time and stop the Father, find another way to get the child for him rather then let an entire cities population be raised before her eye?. She had let it happen to gain favor, to show that the Flock was all she had now, and in a family where the strong survive, she couldn’t have shown weakness by pleading for the city to be spared.

Blaire shook her head looking around her. The sun had set, the orange sky was replaced by black with dots of white as distant stars lit up the night. She looked down to her watch. Had she really been thinking about this for over an hour? It didn’t seem that long. She straddled the railing she sat on and placed her feet firmly on the deck and started walking below deck to the sleeping quarters.

Her last thoughts as she laid down for the night were this. Was it worth it? Was it worth letting a city be destroyed for the sake of one child? Yes, it was. She had gotten back things she had been without for some time for her part in the event. Not only a gift, but some clarity. 

Did she regret letting this happen to a city of her homeland? A homeland that despite all the bad history and memories she had, and a land she had no hand in anymore, was still a place she had connection to? Yes, she regret the decision to let it happen every night since. Images ran through her mind of people being torn to bits by the Tree, people being burned alive by a wall of fel fire. Their Screams haunted her.

Yes she regretted it. But the past is the past. What is done is done. She couldn’t change the timeline, nor did she want to. This action that she was apart of, truly cut her off from everything the was Du’Croix.

She was no longer a Du’Croix. She was someone without a Surname or a birthplace to call home. She was just Blaire.

@davmirducroix @the-house-of-crows @demetrius-devereaux @houseofthewhitecrow @zamantha-ducroix

[davmirducroix]

Death from one, For One.

Davmir sat in his office breathing heavily. For the past hour he found himself literally tearing his office in the Du’Croix Manor apart. His desk was over turned, anything that was on top was strewn about the room. Chairs had legs broken off or were tipped over against the wall below holes created from the impact of being thrown. The few Bookshelves in the room were turned over leaving books scattered about the room. Compared to the immaculate cleanliness outside of this office in the rest of the manor, it looked like a small isolated tornado had torn through this room specifically.

Davmir slumped over in his chair his hands resting in the palm of his hands. He fought the urge to break down, especially in this current time when he needed to project strength of being a leader. He ran over the timeline of events that happened in the past two days.

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First, two days ago reports from parts of the Du’Croix Navy stationed on patrol off the Ter’De’Croix territorial waters reported seeing a massive flying Airship drifting in and out of the clouds above, like an illusion. Davmir thought nothing of it and passed it off as the crews hallucinating, despite being hardened sea veterans. 

The next day, the same reports came in again from local fishing boats off the coast of Aemili. His interest was peaked and he started to have the situation monitored. But what happened he did not expect, or could even plan for. A wave of magically enhanced long ships fell from the belly of the Airship. When they boats hit the water, fisherman reported seeing undead filling the boats to the brim.

Then reports of a band of well armed, suspicious figures landing not long after in the fields outside of Aemili. The guards on duty were short due to religious observational hours so they band of strangers entered the harbor city with no objection, a fatal mistake. What followed not long after is something that would haunt Davmir for years to come, making him feel the blame for not doing more.

First it was a report the figures walked straight to the city center demanding an audience. Then a report of them talking with the Lead Guard of the garrison in Aemili. Then all literal hell broke loose. The boats that carried the Undead horde made land fall, encircled the city and started cattle driving the entire populace of the city towards the city center, showing no prejudice killing men, women, children, and guards alike that tried to escape. Reports started coming in mass of a wall of Fel Fire being spawned and the populace being driven into it as it blocked the entrance to the City hall which apparently had its own issues happening inside.

As soon as he could get a network set up he worked with the Sages Corp to give him a view of inside the City Hall, as well as magically project himself to those responsible for the massacre, his intention was to save what populace was left, no matter the cost.

When he saw who the figures were, on in particular, his gut dropped. He had heard of the Crows from his Wife, and from his spies reports as they watched over Blaire. He hand’t heard from his cousin in months, he thought her for dead at this point, but there she stood, among this flock of savages watching the massacre take place. The massacre of her former people.

The price…was one he had to accept though he knew he would regret the ramifications when his wife would return. The child that they had been watching over for close to a year now was retrieved and handed over. Refusal of the demands would be met with destruction of more cities and villages in Ter’De’Croix, and considering this band of less then twenty living souls and a swarm of undead slaves leveled the second largest city in the land, it was not an empty threat.

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Davmir leaned back in his chair letting out a pained scream for as long as his breath could carry until he went silent. He stood up and slowly walked out of the office. The first person he ran into was as solem looking maid who could see the mental pain her Lord was experiencing. All Davmir could do was utter a few words “Bring Zamantha home. I need her.” The maid nodded and rushed off as Davmir slowly made his way into the married couples bedroom slamming the door behind him.

Dark days lay ahead of the Du’Croix nation. They were attacked by a force that Davmir had no interest in trying to go against. Not after what he witnessed inside the City Hall that day. He regretted telling the Mages to allow him sight inside the building rather then just audio.

The death of a city was led by one man. The Price of the safety of his nation was one child. And that day, he lost the only blood family he had left. Despite knowing he had Zamantha at his side, she wasn’t there when he needed her, and he truly felt alone, he only wished his wife would be at his side soon. He was not able to face this alone.

@zamantha-ducroix (Mentions) @blaireducroix (Mentions) @the-house-of-crows (People part of the RP)

[blaireducroix]

((RP that took place, Was present on Blaire, but this meant more to Davmir so the post was done on him.))

[systlin]

What’s your favourite Alexander the Great story?

Probably how he tamed his horse, because that is some straight up Mary Sue level bullshit that no one would ever believe except the people who saw it wrote it down going “Yeah son of a bitch the kid did it what the hell.”

[wilddragonflying]

… I am intrigued. Elaboration?

[systlin]

When he was still a young teenager, his dad, King Philip of Macedon, went to look at a super awesome horse that a horse breeder was showing off trying to get the king to buy. Philip took his son along because horse shopping was the sort of father/son bonding ritual you did back in the day. 

Well, turns out this horse is beautiful and strong and fiery and wonderful and no one can ride it. Philip and his advisers agree that it is a gorgeous example of a horse, but regretfully they don’t want a half-wild and unmanageable stallion and they’re gonna turn the deal down.

At this point Alexander, who’s been watching very carefully, says “It would be a shame to lose such a wonderful horse” and just fuckin goes over to the half-wild stallion, catches hold of the bridle, and hops up on the 1500 pound half-wild horse. 

(This is a good way to get super dead, if anyone is wondering, but Alex never, once in his life, gave even a single fuck.)

Phillip and all his advisers are slightly freaking out now, visions of tragically dead and trampled prince and heir flashing before their eyes. And Alex, the little shit, proceeds to ride that horse around the paddock as calmly as a lamb. The horse quiets down and behaves beautifully. Everyone goes “What the actual fuck.” Philip is crying tears of manly pride, and according to legend says here “My son, you must find a kingdom big enough for you.”

(What happened, see, is that Alexander, being an observant sort, noticed that the stallion was shying from his own shadow. And so he turned the horse towards the sun, where Bucephalus did not see his shadow and therefore calmed down.)

Bucephalus would go on to carry Alexander through battle after battle, to an empire that reached from Greece to Africa to India. When the stallion died, Alexander gave him a hero’s funeral. 

[wilddragonflying]

Oh my god Alexander what the hell most people would just LEAD the horse away from its shadow not ride it!

But considering everything else I know about Alexander the Great… I’m not really surprised.

[systlin]

Alexander the Great had absolutely Zero Fucking Chill and a highly developed sense of Drama. 

[realfrost]

Also he named a city after his horse

[elstine-harboson]

If people ever say history is boring. I always flip through my binder of Alexander the Fucking Great and pick a random story. Don’t think there is a single story that is not super entertaining.

[mp-guard]

Its hard to pick just one thing about Alexander the Great, he had so many accomplishments and feats that are known that are so over the top and flamboyant its not funny. One thing i like to focus on with Alexander is less on his accolades and feats of strength and intellect like crushing the Greek rebellion when he was a teenager, taming his horse, cutting the Gordian Knot, etc etc but looking at how he ruled. 

He had access to some of the best teachers and tutors during his time which played a huge advantage, but he was also super observant of the known world around him. He saw and learned how rulers of the age ‘led’ their people and took from that and pretty much did the opposite. Take Darius of Persia, the guy ruled with an iron fist and practically jammed his culture down the people he conquered throats and those that rebelled he cut down. 

Whenever Alexander conquered a new area like Persia, the Middle East, part of Asia, and Northern Africa, instead of trying to force the Greek culture on those he beat he mainly let them stay the same culture wise. In fact in some areas he actually embraced some of the regions and cultures into his own life, he was very polytheistic outside of just the Greek pantheon. In Egypt Alexander worshiped the god Amun much like Zeus, and the Egyptians prophesied he was the son of Amun as well.

There were instances that Alexander leveled some important cities just because of the threat they could impose in the future, and there were people that didn’t like him, but that comes with any conquering party in a new land. When Alexander rode through the lands most times he came off as a Liberator more than a conqueror and there weren’t many instances where he totally dethroned the regions rulers but instead made them governors or gave them other leadership positions to maintain power in Alexander absence, and really the only major changes he made was that his council had control over the taxes of his territories, everything else that didn’t need to be changed, wasn’t, and it allowed his territory to prosper.

To build even more cohesion among his regions he often encouraged his officers and generals to marry nobility from his liberated territories, not force marriages. He saw the power and control that could be had along with building unity among his people through these marriages.

I have found quite a few people focus on the ego of Alexander, i mean i don’t blame them, he down right deserved it. Ignore the fact that he had over 70 cities named after himself and when you historically look at those cities and note their location they were less just him putting his name everywhere but they acted as garrisons and outposts for his Army to have a constant presence in every region he controlled.

In the end though one thing I like to imagine is what he could have accomplished if he didn’t die so young. Not many people realize or know that the days before Alexander died he wanted to go back on the war trail, go back to India and the far east, but at the pleading of his advisers to stay and relax for a bit in where some scholars argue that he was poisoned. Imagine what Alexander could have accomplished if he didn’t die so young.

And to really demonstrate the kind of leader he was, on his death bed for as long as he could hold on he met with as much of his Army that he could to give them a chance to say their final good byes.

The only real troubles that Alexander the Greats nation had was after his death and that was because his Generals bickered and fought over who got what parcel of the territory. Once that was divided up, things actually went back to being ruled like how Alexander ruled previously and there was relative peace and prosperity because what he had established made sense. So it just goes to show that ruling with an Iron Fist and trying to destroy a culture and impose your own, isn’t always the best way to lead and earn the support of your people, by letting the regions he conquered/liberated self-govern themselves with minor involvement from the overall Greek culture despite the massive size of the territory he controlled, he really faced no opposition after he took over.

((I apologize if this is so jumpy but when it comes to Alexander the Great I am a freaking nut. He is one of my favorite people in history both from the military aspect and as a historical leader. When a friend linked me this post, i totally nerded out and was so happy. Not only because i share the same first name, but Alexander is such a fascinating person. Doing a project on this fine gentleman was my fall back on any history project in high school in college if i couldn’t think of anything else.))

[blaireducroix]

Because i cant get enough Alexander the Great. Guy is one of my heroes.

[scarlet-wra-deactivated20250125]

Impressions

I’m really curious to see what your impressions of my character are. Message me on anonymous or not and tell me what your perception of my character is! (:

Feel free to reblog this if you want the same! 

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[zamantha-ducroix]

A young Blaire? @blaireducroix

[blaireducroix]

Hells yeah

[farahblackfyre-deactivated20180]

Huge Thank You!

So yesterday I got to do some freaking phenomenal role-play some talented folks. I haven’t gotten the happy and nervous jitters in a long time when approaching a group for rp before. The story was good, with both tense and humorous moments. A big thank you to @aglimpseofdarkness for your stellar work with Sai’en, Farah couldn’t resist offering you help after hearing such a sad story. @demetrius-devereaux for leaving me flabbergasted more than once showing so many wonderful sides of your character. And a blanket thank you because I know I don’t follow all of you, which I need to fix. Not a night I shall soon forget <3

[blaireducroix]

Though I got there much later then all the fun stuff happening I enjoyed just sitting there talking.

[catsofinstagram]

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[ladytaurii]

@thebattlesheep @monishadangelo @star760

[monishadangelo]

(So cute!)

[blaireducroix]

@monishadangelo would name them all Eryn followed by a number. Eryn One, Eryn two, etc etc.

[davmirducroix]

The unspeakable has occurred! Davmir Du'Croix is forced to slay his beautiful and loyal wife, Zamantha! How does it happen? Write us a story about how and why the nobleman was forced to slay his beloved with his own two hands.

It wasn’t often that Davmir had to leave the Du’Croix territory.When he did it was mostly for either diplomatic reasons or trade efforts whenZamantha was not available. This time it was a diplomatic meeting in Stormwinddiscussing troop support for the battle on Argus, something Davmir had nointention of participating in, but he had to play the noble game and did so. Ithad been well over a week since he was home and looked forward to resting bythe hearth back at the manor, even more so learning that Zamantha was home. Hisjourney was hastened knowing this and his escort was almost home to Sarensal atthis point. As the group crested the last hill the sight of a plume of smokecaught him off guard. It wasn’t until he took a close look that he realized thebase of the plum was elevated from the majority of the city and wascentralized, meaning only one thing, the Manor was on fire.

He kicked his horse into a quick gallop as his protective naturekicked in and covered the last few miles to the town and home in record time.Upon reaching the gates to the Manor they were hardly opened before he camebarreling inside quickly dismounting to take in the scene. He quicklydismounted looking around to what look like a war zone. Guards were pullingburned and scared wounded away from the Manor, staff were crying and wailing atthe scene, overall it was scene of chaos. He quickly took action sending outorders left and right try to organize efforts to put of the fire, get thewounded the help that was needed, and just overall gain control of thesituation. As things were being controlled a wall on the west wing, secondfloor, was blown out sending splinters, glass and panels of wood flying in amix of explosive fire. A few bodies fell from the new opening and screams ofpain filled the already tense air. One thing that clicked into his mind as hefrantically asked around was…Zamantha was still inside. He shed his cloak andstarted to proceed to the front door despite the protest of Du’Croix and Choiguards alike, but he had a mission.

With a swift kick he broke the front doors down. A roar of fireemerged as oxygen was introduced to the blaze giving it new life forcing Davmirto take a step back and regroup before carefully moving inside keeping belowthe smoke. As he moved deeper into the manor he ushered what people he couldfind in the direction of the exit he had created while still pushing forward.Something caught his ear amidst the sound of the roaring blaze, a scream, hissenses kicked in to overdrive thinking Zamantha was in serious danger andpushed forward faster, but the more he listened the more he realized these werenot screams of pain and suffering, they were screams of hate and anger. Henarrowed them scream to the hallway that housed the couple’s offices where inthe hallway he saw the silhouette of Zamantha standing in front of the newlycreated hole from not long ago. When she turned to face him, he barelyrecognized her. 

Zamantha’s normal composed and held together look was all butgone. She looked dishelved and like she was mentally falling apart. Veins traveledup her neck to her cheek bones that were inky black like a deep seededcorruption had taken a hold of her. Her face showed a look of hate and anger,her eyes were pitch black, and Davmir swore he even saw a small set of horns onher forhead. She looked at him after a few moments giving him a smile thatdemonstrated pure evil and extended her arms out angelic like and he noticed onher wrist was a glowing fel green ruin like it was actively burning.

“Davmirmy dear husband, finally you have returned home to embrace me. I was wonderinghow long you would make me wait.” While her voice was stillfeminine, it was gravely, and demonic in nature.

Davmir slowly move towards her being cautious, “Zamantha…my love…what has become of you?Why are you doing this? Is it because I left and wasn’t waiting to embrace youwhen you arrived? Tell me, why?” Despite the visage before him he remainedcalm as he moved closer.

Zamanthalaughed in response “What has become ofme?! I have taken the power I finally deserved. A friend offered me what no onehas been able to before and I figured…why not. I have been shackled too long toyou, to the Odyssey, having to control and suppress what I am truly capable of.No long Davmir, I have new potential and I will make use of it…starting withburning down this Manor, this City…this country…” Again she laughed as shesummoned for a fireball and hurled it in Davmirs direction. He barley had timeto roll off to the side crashing into the wall to avoid being hit.

Theheat was starting to become an issue from the blaze engulfing the house. Davmirquickly got to his feet and made a beeline for Zamantha as she was preppinganother fireball. He picked her up by her midsection interrupting her castingand carried her to the opening in the wall that she had created earlier andsent the pair barreling out towards the ground below. They landed with a hardthud but Zamantha’s body seemed to not be phased from the fall as she laughedmanically.

Davmirlooked down to her as he had her pinned. “Zamanthawho did this to you! I see the brand on your arm! This is not you. I want mywife back, I want my partner back…I want my best friend back…” His voicestarted to crack “I know you did notchoose this, so I need you to fight it Zamantha!”

 Zamanthafought against his grasp, but he was stronger then even her strengthened formallowed. As he pleaded, she laughed. “Youwill never have the old me back. This is Zamantha now, this is me! And don’tworry…you won’t have to worry about making this relationship work…because youwill be dead!”

Davmirstared down into the abyss that was her eyes before raising his hand towardsthe sky. Yellow and white light started to appear as he called upon the holyenergy within him. A ball formed and he brought it down towards he chest “Zamantha, I know you are in there. Fightthis. Come…back…to…me…” A single tear started to roll down his cheek as heheld the light in her causing her corrupted body to convulse and send screamsof agony into the air.

Amoment of clarity broke through though. Zamantha’s voice came through, heractual voice. “Davmir, my love. The…theonly way to save me is…is to kill me. I can’t rid myself of this curse, and thelonger it resides within me, the more corrupt my body becomes. You have to killme.”

Davmirshook his head. “No…there must be anotherway. I need you, I can’t live this life without you. I will save you. I willlock you away and submit you to the light over and over again if it means I canget you back. I just need you to fight…”

 Zamanthashook her head, a single tear of her own falling. “I am loosing control my love, I cannot fight this for much longer.Please..for me. End my suffering before more damage can be done.” Then herdemenor changed again and the demonic voice returned. “You will never have her back. She is mine…forever! I will end you forsubjecting me to the blasted light! Your wif–…”

Thevoice went silent, gasping for air. The head slowly looked down to see whereDavmir had planted his dagger directly into her chest through her heart andlung. In moments her body laid motionless. The rune on her wrist dulled out,the corrupted veins on her neck and face receded, her eyes returned to normalexcept they were vibrant red from the demonic influence. Her chest had seizedrising and falling.

Davmir’shand fell from the dagger. One hand moved to close her eyes as they stared intothe sky, before resting them both on her stomach. “I…I am sorry Zamantha. I wish I did not have to do this to you…” Behindhim the burning Manor remained as citizens and soldiers alike rushed bucketafter bucket of water to try and put it out. Despite all the commotion going onaround him Davmir just sat there over his wife mourning in internal agony.

(( @zamantha-ducroix,  and fuck you @thalsianiii…this took 3 drafts to finish and even then i still am not SUPER satisfied with it. ))

[blaireducroix]

An ask I had from awhile ago for another toon. Figured why not reblog since I rarely post shit across any of my tumblrs. Enjoy

[zamantha-ducroix]

A big shout out to my best friend and partner in crime, @davmirducroix / @blaireducroix, on his birthday. And to think, four years ago we hated each other. Hope it’s a great one! ❤

[blaireducroix]

Could have been better but another year in the books that mother ear still hasn't decided to enact Darwin's Theory on me...so gotta be doing something half right. Thank you...and don't lie we still hate each other...just it's a friend hate not *I wanna smack this fool in the mouth hate* <3

[davmirducroix]

A new addition to the Family

Davmir walked down the streets of Stormwind enjoying the mid day breeze. The changing of seasons could be felt in the air. He looked down to his right hand where he held a pet crate covered in a dark cloth shielding the creature within from the sun. He smiled as he heard cooing noises emitting and raised his head back in the direction that he walked.

It had been a few weeks since he had seen is beloved wife. Her duties to the Golden Odyssey had taken her to Argus numerous times for purposes to help the Alliance as a whole, and to help cement a trade foundation for the company. Meanwhile his duties took him back home to the seat of the Du’Croix families power. Normally he wasn’t a spontaneous person, he made it a point to calculate his every move and weigh all the options, but one day something changed.

He walked into their room and their massive closet…mostly filled with Zamantha’s dresses and clothes. He needed to pick out a suit to meet with a foreign dignitary in which he was working with to establish his own trade relations for the families benefits. His dilemma was he couldn’t pick out a suit, he had plenty to choose from, but each time he laid a hand on one a memory would flash back to the day that Zamantha had given it to him as a gift. He couldn’t help but smile. Eventually he picked out one and went to their shared safe full of jewelry and dress accompaniments and again, his choice was hard as memories came back to the gifts Zamantha had gotten him.

He  eventually chose his outfit and laid it out on the bed and just stared at it for a long while. He couldn’t help but admired the craftsmanship his Wife put into it, and something rare happened to him as a single tear found its way down his cheek as all he could think about was how lucky he was to have married Zamantha Choi. Everyday was a special day, how they met was beyond normal for a relationship, and despite how busy they both were with their respective responsibilities, they had a love for the ages. He shook his head wiping away the solitary tear. He thought of everything she had given him, the gifts, the love, the support, and it isn’t like he didn’t give things in return, but the more thought he put into it, most of his gifts were in response to what she had given him. Nothing was ever original, or creative, it was just the standard. This thought bothered him and he felt the need to change that.

Over the course of a couple weeks he went through the process of trying to find the perfect gift. He researched jewels and clothing, even mounts and pets, but nothing stuck out, in his mind everything he looked at it was generic, it wasn’t special or unique. Then an opportunity came from within his own ranks. He had a few of his men accompany Zamantha on her numerous trips to Argus acting as part of her guard, but for the sake of her safety he had reports given to him on how the mission was progressing. One report stuck out though, a report that included an observation on her interest in one of the local fauna of Argus, the best the man could describe the creature was as fox but with magical qualities. It had enthralled her attention the moment she saw it but duties prevented her from interacting. This creature, this was to be his gift.

He started pressing every trade contact he could think of, fromt he legal to those in the black market. It wasn’t a cheap or even well know commodity and gathering one was going to cost him a small fortune, but for Zamantha, Davmir was willing to pay any price to make her happy. It didn’t take long before one of these creatures arrived to the Du’Croix manor. For days he spent time playing with, admiring, and training to creature. Thankfully it was playful by nature already. He made plans and prepared for a trip for Stormwind, the new family pet in tow.

After another half hour or so of walking Davmir approached the Choi manor within the City. The guards outside saluted the Lord as they let him in, honestly they weren’t expecting him, his inquiry of Zamantha’s whereabouts led to the discovery she had gone to the Golden Odyssey offices to take care of some paperwork. He gave the guards a warm smile before walking inside and heading to the living room where he sat down in one of the arm chairs. He took the fox from its cage and set it on his lap gently patting it, waiting for Zamantha to return.

@amanthasdemons @golden-odyssey

[blaireducroix]

((One of my other Characters. Zamantha wanted this Pet to be IC after I got it for her from the shop. So I did the thing.))

[mp-guard]

Call to Duty Absence.

To all friends and followers, I know i just made a recent post on Blaire that I would be coming back (ICly) but Real Life again barged in. I will be gone for an undetermined amount of time as I am being deployed to Southern USA to assist in the Hurricane IRMA recovery efforts. I understand some of you have family down there that may or may not be riding out the storm. Stay in contact with them as much as you can because this storm is a big one.

Like I said I don’t know when I will be back for sure. I know I will be gone at least a week, maybe more depending how bad and how long they need us.

Stay Safe, best wishes.

[blaireducroix]

Blaire’s Return (Again)

Blaire stumbled through the city gates of Stormwind looking battered and bruised, like a soldier fresh from the front. The guards looked at her quizzically. A few attempted to help her but she waved them off as she forced herself to trudge on. She cursed the city’s size as she made her way to the Mage District where her apartment resided. The few people that walked the streets at night gave her looks in mixture of disgust, worry, pity, confusion, among many other looks. But none reached a hand out to help- not that Blaire would’ve accepted it. When she reached the base of the steps leading to the door of her apartment she finally collapsed, and in an instant six men appeared sporting dark crimson leathers with gold broaches in the shape of the Du’Croix crest.

It had been weeks since Blaire was last seen or heard from. Her cousin Davmir only knew this because, while he swore that he would take off any guards and spies watching over Blaire, he couldn’t justify not knowing what was going on. She was family, after all, no matter what her former transgressions may have suggested. He formed a special detail of his best and most veteran agents to watch over her. They had been given direct orders to watch from afar so as to not be seen by her, and to not aid her in any way. But just as fast as she disappeared from their sights weeks ago, Blaire had shown up again. The moment she collapsed in front of her apartment, they sprinted to her aid despite their orders.

Blaire was carefully rolled over and inspected. She really did look like hell. Covered in a mixture of blood and mud pretty much everywhere, her left eye was swollen shut and was a mixture of yellow and purple, and the right eye sported a cut that spanned from above the eye to below, easily three inches in length and starting to sport signs of infection. Those were the only observable wounds, but it was enough for the Du’Croix Agents to make the judgement call. On the spot aid would do no good- she needed immediate medical attention.

One of the agents quickly took over and sent one of the five ahead to Davmir and Zamantha’s apartment to have a doctor and his staff ready and waiting. Another was sent to the Golden Odyssey headquarters to inform Madam Starkstar of Blaire’s reappearance. Two of the four remaining were sent inside the apartment to secure it and prepare a bag of clothing. The lead agentr and the remaining man picked her up and carried her to Davmir and Zamantha’s home.

Their arrival by no means was quiet. The moment they were in sight, other guards sporting both Du’Croix and Choi colors came to their aid to make sure a direct path was cleared to the guest room where a medical team stood waiting. Once inside the doctor set to work, and a long night was ahead for them as Blaire had returned in such a condition that the doctor could only comment in whispers with disgruntled shakes of his head. She may very well have been on death's door with the wounds she sported beneath her armor and tunic had the Du’Croix agents not intervened in a timely manner.

It was past midnight when Zamantha finally pushed her way through the guards and approached the younger woman. The doctors had gotten her stabilized and she was sleeping rather peacefully on the guest bed now. With a gentle sigh, the demonologist brushed Blaire’s hair from her face. “You're home now. Safe and secure.” She smiled weakly before disappearing from the room once more.

Blaire rested in bed, trapped in her own subconcious for the time being, for once in many many months, she rested peacefully, the night terrors and nightmares did not come.

@amanthasdemons @penvenomstarkstar @golden-odyssey @monishadangelo

[sleepin]

[monishadangelo]

@blaireducroix

(lmao Moni’s wild flower.)

[blaireducroix]

Harsh lol

[ashaetch-deactivated20190815]

Get to know me...

1) Sexuality? 2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? 3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. 4) What do you think about most? 5) What does your latest text message from someone else say? 6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on? 7) What’s your strangest talent? 8) Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence) 9) Ever had a poem or song written about you? 10) When is the last time you played the air guitar? 11) Do you have any strange phobias? 12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? 13) What’s your religion? 14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? 15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? 16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? 17) What was the last lie you told? 18) Do you believe in karma? 19) What does your URL mean? 20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? 21) Who is your celebrity crush? 22) Have you ever gone skinny dipping? 23) How do you vent your anger? 24) Do you have a collection of anything? 25) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? 26) Are you happy with the person you’ve become? 27) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? 28) What’s your biggest “what if”? 29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? 30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. 31) Smell the air. What do you smell? 32) What’s the worst place you have ever been to? 33) Choose East Coast or West Coast? 34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? 35) To you, what is the meaning of life? 36) Define Art. 37) Do you believe in luck? 38) What’s the weather like right now? 39) What time is it? 40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? 41) What was the last book you read? 42) Do you like the smell of gasoline? 43) Do you have any nicknames? 44) What was the last movie you saw? 45) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? 46) Have you ever caught a butterfly? 47) Do you have any obsessions right now? 48) What’s your sexual orientation? 49) Ever had a rumor spread about you? 50) Do you believe in magic? 51) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? 52) What is your astrological sign? 53) Do you save money or spend it? 54) What’s the last thing you purchased? 55) Love or lust? 56) In a relationship? 57) How many relationships have you had? 58) Can you touch your nose with your tongue? 59) Where were you yesterday? 60) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? 61) Are you wearing socks right now? 62) What’s your favorite animal? 63) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? 64) Where is your best friend? 65) Spit or swallow?(; 66) What is your heritage? 67) What were you doing last night at 12 AM? 68) What do you think is Satan’s last name? 69) Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? 70) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? 71) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? 72) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? 73) You can only have one of these things; trust or love. 74) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? 75) What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? 76) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? 77) How can I win your heart? 78) Can insanity bring on more creativity? 79) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? 80) What size shoes do you wear? 81) What would you want to be written on your tombstone? 82) What is your favorite word? 83) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. 84) What is a saying you say a lot? 85) What’s the last song you listened to? 86) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors? 87) What is your current desktop picture? 88) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? 89) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? 90) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? 91) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? 92) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? 93) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? 94) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? 95) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? 96) Do you have any relatives in jail? 97) Have you ever thrown up in the car? 98) Ever been on a plane? 99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? 

[alastar-wyatt]

Ooc only.

[never-forgotten-never-forgi-blog]

Munday because fuck it, why not?

[misam-deathblood-deactivated202]

Eh, sure.

[eve-daniels]

It’s Munday!

[unabashedrebel]

Damn…. that’s really all I can say. One of the most talented singers I knew, from a band I’d listened to when I was first discovering music, that stayed as one of my favorites for years and years… it’s just heartbreaking. I didn’t know Chester very well beyond his persona in the band; and I’m sad to say I never got to see them live. But I’ve heard a lot of stories, and every single one of them involved Chester being a stand up guy who genuinely cared about other people, especially his fans. That he was only 41 when he passed on just hurts, like another light pointing us in the right direction, or inspiring feelings through music, or just generally being a good spirited person- they’re just gone. My thoughts and prayers go out to his family, truly it was too soon.

R.I.P. Chester Bennington, I hope you find the happiness you were after in the next life.

[blaireducroix]

Hands down favorite band, grew up to all their albums have never not liked one of their songs even through the change. World lost a great man and a great singer. Don’t know what Linkin Park will do moving forward but no one can replace Chester, his sound, his passion, or the emotion he put into every lyric and every song Linkin Park ever made.

Sad day in music 100%

[occasionalrpmemes]

questions for the mun, regarding the muse.

What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

What made you decide to write this muse?

If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

What do you love about your muse?

What do you hate about your muse?

What about your muse amuses you?

What about your muse makes you sad?

How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Why do you think you connect to your muse?

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]

[blaireducroix]

Repairing Relations, Part 2

((A Continuation of Repairing Relations Part 1, like before thanks for reading and enjoy, and ask questions or leave comments. That is all.))

Blaire’s focus was directly on Demetrius when he swiped the bottle from her hands. She didn’t have a second to even react. She scowled at him slightly clenching her fists.

“Give it back Demetrius…I am not drunk.” She thought on his words for a few moments and grew quiet.

“No…I did not think like that. To be honest I can barely recall what I thought at the time only that when I came to you…I had left Sybil…and was willing to do whatever I needed to get away from her and find something…someone to truly help me become something more…like I have been told countless times that I am capable of being.” She panned her gaze down. “As for why I go back to her…like an abused puppy…maybe it is because deep down…you are right. I face the abuse with Monisha yet I stay. I faced a similar in a different way with Sybil. With Isabella, too…everyone that I have tried to be with…to get help from…they are abusive people either mentally…or physically…and in their own ways. Yet I am drawn to them.” She looked to the bottle in his hands.

“I want to stop drinking…but at this point, it’s what helps keep the nightmares away…and even then, it doesn’t always work.”

Blaire moved slightly away from Demetrius around the fire.

“Take it for what it is worth Demetrius, but truly…I am sorry for what I did to you. Not even you deserved the treatment like what I gave to you by leaving.”

Demetrius only shrugged as he stepped closer to the flames, pouring the alcohol into it slowly. He watched as the fire began to rise greedily.

“Pain is how we learn. The path of pain leads to the road of growth. To not experience pain, and to be incapable of experiencing pain, is to be robbed of the potential to grow. The abuse has taught you that you have problems, and that these problems lead to more problems. And unfortunately, it took alcohol for you to voice it, but you’ve learned that you have problems. You have grown in some sense. Though it took you almost a year to do so.”

Blaire looked to her left watching the liquor get poured into the growing flames. A part of her screamed in pain as her reliance on the amber liquid had a strong hold. She fought the urge to try and rip the bottle back from his hands.

“Except all my life I have experienced pain, and growth, but have never overcame the feeling of never being a part of a family, at least on that actually gave two shits about me and didn’t want me dead…or missing. A void I still seem to have trouble filling. I guess the abuse…at least it lets me know that someone is doing something to me because they care. That is why Moni does what she does, I have seen it…as cold and heartless as she can be…there is an ounce of care for me at least. Sybil was the same way…a bit cruder…not in the same way as Moni…but Amon was at her side helping her fill that void…but they too eventually disappeared with no word. I guess I see where I get my habit of leaving people without notice…it’s been done to me so many times.”

Blaire waited again and grew quiet as she stared into the darkness of the woods, watching the eyes of the beasts blink and stare back at the small camp.

“I have felt the pain of it all Demetrius…abandonment, fear, shame, regret…yet I would expect to see more growth in myself at this point. To be honest I don’t know where my future lies. Under the thumb of Monisha…where maybe a small sense of belonging could be…or in the world not sure what the fuck I am to do with myself…who I am to be.”

She turned to face Demetrius and took a few steps towards him and laid her forehead on his shoulder trying hard to fight back the brewing tears. She stared at the ground cleaning away at her eyes with her hand.

“And even to admit…sometimes…the abuse…it…has an effect on me. Probably a pervert for thinking such things but…there is always that feeling along with the pain.”

If it wasn’t evident...the Liquor had firmly set in and the filter on the connection between her mind and her mouth was gone.

Demetrius turned his gaze to Blaire, quirking a brow at the woman as she rested her head on his shoulder wondering why once again it was like this for him. He turned back to the flames watching the last few drops empty from the bottle into the fire.

“I’ve always been aware that you are a pervert. You work with Monisha…of course you are one.” He reached over and patted her head. “Just because there is pain doesn’t mean that you will grow all the time. It is difficult. Pain is merely the path towards growth. You’re beginning to learn it seems. Good for you.”

Blaire perked a brow looking to the ground as he patted her head. She took a step back.

“I will not insult you by asking if you would be willing to take me back...I do not deserve the honor, nor do I want to risk betraying you again.” She stared into the flames. “And an honest question for you… is it so wrong that I work for Monisha? I mean I know she is…crazy…but …I have mentioned past dealings with you to her and she seemed to have not minded. She only gets really upset when she finds out I have been in talks with her mortal enemies…like Varyem…and some Holts. But in your eyes…seeing me as I am…why is it so wrong I work for her…or go back to her…aside from the mistake of choosing her over you without so much as an explanation or an attempt to still see you. Mistakes I am fully aware of.”

Demetrius focused on the face of Blaire.

“Take you back in what way exactly?”

He squinted before looking back to the flames as he dropped the glass bottle inside, allowing it to shatter amongst the rocks that created a barricade around the flame. Eventually he shrugged.

“D’Angelo thinks of herself, never her future, and never for the future of those that serve her or work with her. She holds no long-term goal. And if she does then her long-term goals are typically stupid. In retrospect, when I look back at my own time with her, even while on her council, I never really understood what we were doing. All we lived to do was serve her and be paid gold. But Honestly? She lacked gold so she couldn’t even pay me. For a time, we were mercenaries under her banner. But we still saw no gold. The things that I desired while under her? I took payment in the form of Isabella the sayaad, who was gifted to me. I still desired gold, but did I receive it? Not at all.”

His gaze stuck like glue to the flames as he recalled his past with Monisha. He shook his head.

“I was asked to teach her daughter, but what did she do? Gift her own flesh and blood to Slanzeth—I believe—one of the Endless Shadows in return for her own power back. Power that I had stated that I could teach her how to use properly. Which she denied my aid. I even sacrificed the child of my treacherous daughter to gift her with powers of the old golds; twilight. Divine Magic. A combination and fusion between light and shadow, so they say. Which was inside her. And I requested her to wait, but what did she do? Decided she wouldn’t wait. In short? D’Angelo is an idiot.”

Blaire couldn’t help but snicker.

“All truths sadly…yet I still go back to her. Things are different under Penny. People are at the least getting paid, and well too. Plans are laid out by others than Monisha. She has her sways but at least half the Order is actually a business making profits and prospering with the aid of people who actually know what they are doing. Monisha still does whatever it is she does best.” She crouched in front of the flames staring into them. “As for taking me back…in whatever ways you would see fit to allow. I do want to become stronger…better. Monisha has her guards…but many of them don’t have the silver tongue to save Monisha’s ass in a conversation that could lead to an altercation. I have gotten her out of many of those lately…well before my lapse into drunkenness. But always lessons that can be learned…like you said, IF anything more came of it…wouldn’t be up to me though. But again…I am not asking for what I do not deserve.”

Demetrius shrugged again. “I don’t see you as someone that would have an interest in joining my flock. Especially after the bombing. No offense, but you seem like someone that would rather join something bigger, and not like someone that would like to aid in the creation or growth of anything.” Demetrius focused on the face of Blaire. “I wish to develop a religion. A path for predators and fiends that join my flock.” He turned from Blaire stepping back to pick up the book on the log and hand it to her. “I do not have much now in terms of what I’ve written, though I have an introduction. Read it.”

Blaire took the book and ran her hands over the cover before opening it. Quickly looking at the contents page she got a rough idea of what the Crowpendium might be about. She flipped to the introduction and in a few moments…even though her mind was addled her knack for reading and retainment still seemed to be working. She nodded closing the cover handing it back to him.

“I see. Oddly I feel as if though I can relate…if but somewhat to those words. You are probably right, but there are things I could learn from you still. Could even be an asset if you needed an extra hand or something. If I can be honest as well…one of the reasons I left was your tree. As much as it intrigued me…what you had grown…it truly terrified me.” She looked to him now. “I hope you complete this tome Demetrius, I would sure love to read it in its fullest when you complete it. Even if I can just say it was another book to my list. Though from your introduction, I can see it will do so much more. I am not against helping build something…but I am not one for religions really. I have my deities back home, but even then, I am not devout. The offer is still there if you need help though, or want company.”

Demetrius nodded to her words as he took the tome back from her. He would set It back into its original place on the log before looking back to Blaire.

“I shall let you know when I am ready then. I will let these thoughts sit with you before returning to you. You tend to wish to change your mind. But I have no qualms with spreading my teachings to you and the lessons.”

Blaire looked back to him “Like mentioned before…you’re one of the few people I actually sense care…show it in odd ways but I feel…comfortable around you. It is why I was so eager to try and mend relations with you…I don’t have many that I can’t honestly call a friend in the least. Cannot afford to lose the ones I do have.”

Demetrius nodded and looked back to the flames. “Well, you’re more direct at least. So I suppose drinking has done some good.”

Blaire went quiet thinking on his comment before smirking “Funny I hadn’t noticed it in that way. I want to say I should drink more but I have peeved some people off as of late with the habit…and worried others.” She ran a hand through her hair thinking back on her past actions and conversations.

Demetrius tilted his head. “Drink more? I doubt that is wise, especially for you.” He stepped over and sat back on the log. “I am usually here now a day. If you wish to speak, feel free to come back. Or if you’d like the company then I’ll be here.”

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Blaire came back to reality thinking only briefly on the conversation that followed those moments. She reached down to her belt pulling off the pouch he had given her. She pulled the blade he had gifted her before she left his company from the small pocket dimension. She laid it across her lap as she sat in front of the fire. She ran her fingers across its surface still admiring the craftsmanship of it. She leaned back in her chair looking up at her ceiling for a moment then back to the now roaring fire. The heat emanating from the fireplace was comfortable at the distance she was sitting.

She looked to her left looking out into the night sky through her window listening to the sounds of the harbor and smiled “Again Demetrius thank you…for everything. For another chance. Truly something I do not deserve.”

 ((Again Blank thank you for the RP, always a pleasure and emotional experience RPing with in the best of ways. Love the character building and everything and for real, I cannot wait to see the completion of the Crowpendium.))

(( @varyem-rhaine​ @monishadangelo @sybilnorth @demetrius-devereaux @golden-odyssey @penvenomstarkstar @amanthasdemons @the-house-of-crows ))