Cherly Hawthorne

Freelance druid of the Cenarion Circle, Assassin, Shadowalker, IC Blog, WrA-Alliance  [Face Claim: Lindsey Stirling]

[cherlyhawthorne]

Ashes, Ashes..

The roar of battle filled Darkshore as the Alliance and Horde were at each others’ throats, all for the sake of dominance over Kalimdor. Steel clashing against one another as blood spilt onto the grass to paint it. Who shot first this time? That was her first thought when she had reached the shore with Shadrelar at her side. It hadn’t even been that long ago since they had defeated the Legion and now this? All of this because of something that sprouted from the ground that drove anyone that touched it into a frenzy. Neither one was a stranger to war at this point, but this was just another massacre waiting to happen.  And it only had just begun from the look of it.

Wading through the forces, it almost seemed like a lost cause when all Cherly could see was red dominating the field. Her stormy hues peering up to Shadrelar for any form of guidance, but even he was at a loss. It wasn’t long before they would be put to work. Shadrelar helping those escape through portals he and others maintained as his petite lover ran off into the fray. The last he had seen of her would be her form fading into the shadows of the darkened forest. 

‘Stay alive.. Survive.. I better no’ see yer body under a cloth.’

Her brother’s words rang clear for her, they had been for as long as she could remember. How long had it been since she had seen him? Was he even still alive for that matter? Gods she hoped he was.. For now, she had to put it out of her mind and focus on the task at hand. Lucky she didn’t dwell that long as she saw an orc run past going after a Kaldorei that was in his path. Unsheathing each blade, she springs after and plunges each dagger she had to her hip into the opening of his collar as the armor left it exposed. The orc soon flailing about and constantly trying to grab at the tiny Gilnean on his back. Though with a twist of her blades and tearing them out, he stopped. His life spilling out onto her and the grass before falling. The Kaldorei looked appalled by human’s actions before making her retreat further.

“Prude..” her mutters behind her mask. Her eyes shifting to the right as another tried to sneak up from behind only to have the human shapeshift in a quick flash of green to a feline form. Her motions swift and quick as lightning as she whipped around and latched onto the other orc’s windpipe. Bitter..the taste of blood was bitter and she didn’t miss it at all. Her jaws soon snapping shut to crush it entirely. She sprang back off the female’s chest to land on all fours, spitting out what she could. Her fangs bared for any others that tried to approach and just a few yards more came for her. The sudden clap of thunder drawing her attention away, but it wasn’t. No..it was something distant and the smell of burning wood and salt water permeated the field. A bright yellow and orange glow brightening the area. Everyone, not just her stood still.

Her knees gave out, for the first time in what seemed like years her heart plummeted in her chest. Her eyes burning not only from the ash that was falling into the corners, but tears now sitting in them. 

‘No..’

(mentions: @malhaw and @shadrelar )

[malhaw]

Echoes through time, lost but not forgotten.

Not far from the mainstay of the Kul’tiras’ capital, Malthaius sat silently in a small cabin he had rented from an owner. Not a cheap expenditure but he would likely make it back and then some with his soon upcoming job. “Waycrest Manor..” He said to himself softly on a non-patterned  repeat every few minutes, keeping his mind focused on the task at hand. Now matter of fact, as he looked outside only to see that the sun was going down and he would need to begin his journey to the old, dilapidated township. 

“..bout time, I guess.” There was so little enthusiasm in the voice of the man. Practically none. Wouldn’t be able to tell otherwise. He put down his steel goblet that held his over-half finished serving of gooseberry perry. Removing his shirt and replacing his tailored pants with some leather britches, tying them off nonchalantly before eyeing himself in the mirror nearby. His well toned body only misshapen by the overtly numerous deep and shallow scars. Discolored and healed over, but still he looked at himself only a few moments. “..I am my scars? Pfft.. Figured you’d come up with somethin’ better, Knife-ear.” He chided musingly, but his tone was somber as his fingers fell to three deep punctures with a 4th small and shallow cleave beside them gracing his shoulder, looking like torturer’s prongs.

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[malhaw]

A night alone

A couple of weeks had passed since he had made contact with almost anyone outside the random stranger, who’s conversation was nothing to warrant any interest. A simple ‘How’s the weather’, or ‘What’s up?’, but rarely did anything more than a grunt or simple one sentence answer return to him. And on this night, of all night. Hallow’s End.  He walked the neighborhoods of Stormwind, paid a local mage for a portal to Dalaran, and even to Kul’Tiras. Just to wander and see how things were since he began his reclusive lifestyle. The smells of pumpkin, warm spices, and sugary sweets did bring a gentle smile to his lips. The time when he spent the nights with his younger sister, before their parents’ death, and how he missed those days did so flood back to mind as he saw similar walking through the roads of the cities. 

He wore simple leathers. A jerkin, cargo belt, and loose fitting pants that cuffed just around his ankles as they stuffed into his boots. He wore an older Kul’tiran long coat, to protect against the chill in the air. He did have daggers on his belt, and a long barrel flintlock. He always traveled with weapons, but didn’t feel the need to be overburdened with full battle raiment. He leaned against a lamp post, looking out over the Kul’Tirans, seeing many just walking around to the shops, the festivities, the hustle and bustle. Lighting a rolled cigarette off a nearby candle, a skinny man walked up to Malthaius, and assuming he was going to ask for a smoke, he reached for it but his ears chimed with silver bell-like voices. 

“Tick or teat!” said two small children, boy and girl. About nine or ten winters old. He smirked and immediately killed his cigarette before kneeling infront of them with a tilt of his head.

“What what’ve we got here, eh? You two out being a nightmare for your paw?” He said with a grin, looking over the costumes of the younglings. One was just painted green, with what look like a wooden nose strapped to his face and his hair greased back. A Goblin! And the girl;barely taller than a gnome, wore rags and what looked like toothpicks hanging from both sides of her mouth. A troll. Both of their costumes were very low budget and makeshift. Easily. He looked to the skinny man, their father. Balding with a bushy mustache. He looked tired and worn with age. “Mum ain’t out here with you, friend?”

“Nah, bless’er heart. She.. uhh.. passed. She was docked in Darnassus.. an’..” The man struggled to get it out, and Malthaius held his hand up, shaking his head. “I’m sorry for your loss, friend.” He looked around and one of the nearby shops that was selling treats and he placed a few silver on the counter before taking the small bags of pre-wrapped treats. 

“Here ya go, kids. Be good fer yer paw, right?” He said with a soft smile.

“Awright!” they explained, as he handed the kids their prizes. “Have a happy Hallow’s End, friend.” said the man, and Malthaius stood up, offering to shake his hand. Once shook, Malthaius would nod. “Sorry again fer yer loss, mate.” He said.

The older man returned the smile with his glassy eyes, but his hand clenched at something that was not there before. Thinking it was a glove he would look down to his hand to see it was the draw strings of a small leather bag. “Ummm, friend, I think you for-..” Malthaius was already walking away, waving his hand over his shoulder insinuating he knew. “I know your struggle.”

 Opening the bag, was more than a fist of gold coins held within. Looking to his children and then back to the man, he closed his eyes and bowed his head in deep thanks. 

Malthaius walked on, glad he could do good by someone else. There was too much ugly in this world. Even if just for one single dad and his two kids, he could make something of a difference. He was tired, tired of people being cruel and ugly. He took a breath and exhaled hotly, leaving steam in its wake above him. What had the world come to? They just finished with the Legion, where they all practically came together for one common cause, and now, back to the lunacy. 

Having friends on both factions made it difficult to want to take part in any of it. How was Cherly doing? Was she mixed up in all this insanity? Was she even still alive? Did she get married and have some mixed babies by now wit hthat Kaldorei fellow he practically, and literally, gift-wrapped for her? He laughed to himself, sitting on a bench just outside the harbor, lighting another cigarette and leaning back to looking up to the gaslight lamp just above the bench. 

More commotion, some kids with their parents trotting by, and then going opposite, a couple in costume. Coming from some form of masquerade no doubt, as their costumes matched, and also mirrored each other in color and design. When was the last time he did anything with anyone? Last time he felt a hand in his? A set of warm lips to his stubble-ridden cheek? 

“I prefer to be alone.” He said to himself. “..easier that way, right?”

“….right.” He answered silently into the night. 

@cherlyhawthorne

[onlyrpmemes]

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[cherlyhawthorne]

[cherlyhawthorne]

In The Meantime..

Clean up detail.. Something she loathed whenever it came to times of war. Just to ensure that every last demon was off of Azeroth aside from Illidari or contracted ones by warlocks. She wasn't out and about as much as say a few months back, but still dread having to deal with them. It was a fight with daggers or her own fangs when using a different form. Luckily she had breaks between them and had her tall blue lover beside her most times unless it was something small. Which taking care of these little jobs was fine enough to bring in extra coin. 

It wasn’t so much they needed it, but the fact that she was itching for some form of excitement. Though Sha’drelar had told her that she needed to relax while she could, it was hard to sit still. It always had been for as long as she could remember. She wasn’t alone in that mindset either. Her brother was just as guilty of it as she was, guess it ran in the family. 

“Ya’ sure Shad’s alright with bein’ house bitch while you’re out?” her brother smirked while peering over the edge of a cliff; the two had decided to check on Azsuna this time. 

“He gets t’sit on ‘is ass all day in meetings. Said ‘e’d want t’, but I think ‘e enjoy cookin’ too much and doin’ wotever when I finally get ‘ome.” She runs her thumb over the dagger’s edge that she held in her hand. Even if it was night, the moon’s light was enough with her own trained eyes to check her equipment. “Worse case scenario ‘e keeps me ‘ome fer a week o’ two. Nothin’ wron’ with that. Got nothin’ better t’do aside from waitin’ fer the next thin’ t’pop it’s ugly ‘ead.”

“Think he’s goin’ to get fat from everythin’ he makes?”

“Nah, ya’ give us shit fer it, but we keep ourselves pretty active,” she smirks toward her brother.

“I don’t need to hear about ya’ two fuckin’ til all hours of the night. I can smell it just comin’ up the stairs. Not to mention ya’ two leavin’ the place a bloody mess I have to keep up whenever I do stay.”

“You’re just jealous ya’ ain’t gettin’ any. I know ‘ow that works with ya’.” She pokes his cheek which he promptly turns his head to bite at it. “When was the last time ya’ got laid anyways?”

“Nunya..”

She snorts. “Alright then..”

{ @shadrelar @malthaius)

[aegisol-deactivated20260603]

somebody make me feel alive and shatter me

[belillinafireseeker]

@raerys-songbrook

[marquis-teren-kiden]

[ @cherlyhawthorne ]

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The faded photograph caught betwixt gloved fingers, Theralt’s brow arcs; eyes widening before narrowing with an intense scrutiny fixated upon the druid’s features. “Reminds me of some of the girls back home,” the sellsword muses with an unabashed smirk. Now within the comfort of his own privacy, he raises the procured sepia-tinted possession to the air with a spreading grin and wandering thoughts. 

“Cute eyes, cute lips, and a smile I’d wager that compliments the blush. I swear, the more I look at her the more she reminds me of that girl I used to play in the woods with…,” his gaze gradually averts until he is lost entirely in a moment of reverie. His expression contorts, teeth digging into his lower lip and his gaze squinting to recall the name which escaped his tongue.

“Son of an Alteraci whore, what was her damn name?!”

A very cute FC, @cherlyhawthorne. Thanks for the submission!]]

[cherlyhawthorne]

((This is precious! Thanks so much! xD))

[shaelidawson]

Looking For Contact (Updated!)

General

Full Name: Shaeli Marie Dawson

Titles: Crazy Rock Girl,  Gem and Geode Enthusiast

Age: 25

Birth Date: July 5th

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Relationship Status: Single

Sexual Orientation: Hetero

Religion: N/A

Spoken Languages: Multilingual

Current Living Conditions: With her line of work, she’s notorious for having sporadic lodging.

Occupation: Jewel Crafter, Crystal Enthusiast, Adventurer, Martial Artist, Part-time Archaeologist.

Relationships

Parents: Deceased

Siblings: Only Child

Significant Other: Non-existent

Children: None and probably going to stay that way.

Physical Traits

Eye colour: Hazel

Hair colour: Dark Brown, almost black

Height: 5′6″

Body Build: Toned with a little curve so she’s not a complete stick.

Tattoos + Piercings: Two stubs in each ear with a hoop in each lobe.

Notable Physical Traits: Nothing all that special (as far as she thinks), but she does have a curious look in her eye. 

Personality

Intelligence: Moderately high, but keeps it to herself to try to make friends where she can.

Likes: Finding a rare gem, camping, hiking, reading historical findings and records, spicy foods.

Dislikes: Over-zealous types, overly religious types, orcs, goblins (actually hates with a passion).

Fears: Failing to please a client if employed, abandonment from a loved one, losing everything she has once she has it.

Disposition: Generally laid back, but can get overly excited when gems, rocks or archaeology is involved. She can be more or less a nerd when it comes to history. 

Extras: Dear Gods help you if you start talking to her about facets. She’ll make a pun about your own if you’re not careful.

[cherlyhawthorne]

Little piece I did for @shaelidawson !! Ye!

[cherlyhawthorne]

Temptation of Inner Rage

Time blurred since the decision was made to join the rest of Azeroth in the fight on Argus. Easily weeks had passed and even the notion of keeping track almost seemed impossible. If not for the need for rest and regeneration, the two would have stayed on the scarred planet with the rest. Sha'drelar had the duties of teleporting forces back to the Vindicaar for healing if not burning every last demon he came across. Cherly, if not hiding in the shadows, rend and tore through the opposition with ease. However, that wouldn’t mean they would come out unscathed. Both their armor and attire had been dwindled down to nearly ribbons each time they ventured out, replacing them on a weekly basis if possible.

“Get down!”

A storm of felfire cascaded down on the squadron, screaming of agony pierced the ears of those around, life itself being snuffed out. Soldiers everywhere in a panic as they sought any form of relief until collapsing from the pain of their flesh being melted from the bone. Sulfur and burnt flesh permeated through their nostrils. The only saving grace was the barrier a priestess had erected before impact. Those that were outside, now obliterated. The assault would not cease after the bombardment, no, fel guards and hounds met the remaining forces with swords ready to cut them down.

“Hold it steady. Just need them a little closer,” the kaldorei mage barked as flames licked at his palms. His eyes flicker wide as he released the contained flames toward the demons in one immense explosion.

“More!” The command was met with other magi following suit as more released a torrent of magical properties. A chaotic storm of fire, arcane, and frost assaulted the demons. “That’s it we have-”

A lance coated in corruption prevailed through the storm, shattering the barrier in one blow, making it’s mark along Sha'drelar’s right shoulder. The bite easily slices through the metal and fabric woven together down to the bone. His cries struck Cherly’s ear. The second her eyes set on him, a wave of panic came over her. Her chest heaving violently, she knew what was coming, but had to keep it down. She shoved her way through the fray to make it over to his side as she rips off a piece of her leather to press into the spot. “Hold on, gods please, Shad d-don’t.” She looks over to the priestess and snapped right at her. “Fer fuck’s sake ‘elp 'im!” Even the bit of restorative magic she could muster would pale in comparison to an actual healer. That all too familiar ache in her bones returning after so long, bones willing to break on demand and reform.

Sha'drelar clutches onto Cherly’s arm with his left hand, staring her dead in the eye. “Don’t. Breathe for me. Focus on taking them out.”

Cherly brought her right hand across to place on top of his, her grip tightening around it as she lowers her head. Just as he said, she tried to calm herself just enough to regain fully control. The priestess continued to mend, the Light honing in on the wound, and a soft hymn coming from her lips to empower it further.

A male in plate stumbles back, his hold constricting the hilt of his blade. “They’re..they’re still standing! They have their own protection! How can we defeat them at this rate?!”

The warrior was right, there once the smoke cleared, stood the fel guards with a pylon radiating a shield of their own. It had taken damage, but still standing. Now the hounds drew in toward the platoon, jaws snapping and salivating for their next meal. A bellowing roar came from the guards to command their minions to persue and so the creatures charged. The male in plate cut away at least two, but more had lunged at the rest of the group. One locking onto the throat of a mage, the second raking away at another before receiving a maw full of frost as they perished.

Cherly reeled upwards toward her feet, her hands grasping at the hilts of her daggers to for a quick draw to slice into the belly of a hound. However, it wouldn’t stop there. She quickly lunged at the injured beast and thoroughly eviscerated its innards to splay on the ground. A second hound would jump toward her to knocked her down. A growl resonating in her throat as she sneered up at it, struggling to keep it at bay. Her face contorts into an expression of pain and rage, her fangs peeking through her lips. The sound of her heartbeating rang in her ears blocking out everything else around her. The seconds continue to tick as the worst thoughts assaulted her mind, losing one of two people she held dear and perishing here by a demon’s jaws. Woth both of her feet, she pushed up into the fel hounds stomach and kicked it off. Rolling to her feet, her body quakes from the inner struggle. 'He’s not dead. He’s still here..focus…FOCUS!’

That focus of hers broke the second the hound bounded toward the priestess and Sha'drelar. Others preoccupied with the hounds and the guards that cleaved back and forth against those in plate. Everything else faded around her, it tunneled on the two, and led her feet to jump into action. She had discarded her daggers as both set of fingers were now tipped with sharpened claws that dug into its back when she landed. It bucked and reared about with an ear piercing howl of pain. Its blood like acid as it burned her skin, but she was far from letting go. “Get..'im out o’ 'ere!” She wouldn’t have to tell the priestess twice as she helped Sha'drelar to his feet. The hound falling onto its back with Cherly under it. The weight of it knocking the air out of her, but she still clung on.

The mage gently pushed the priestess away from. His wound far from fully mended, but enough to at least keep fighting. “You’re not doing this alone you stubborn woman.”

“But sir your shoulder I-”

Sha'drelar looked down to the priestess. “I thank you for your assistance, but I’m not leaving. Help the others.” Before the female was able to protest, he pulled his blade from his hip and rushed to help Cherly. Upon reaching her, he sunk the blade right into the underbelly of the fam hound and cut upwards. It writhed on top of the druidess just long enough until she kicked it off. The druidess rolled onto her stomach and coughed trying to caught her breath. As she looked up, her chin was caught by his hand. “Calm yourself, I’m here with you. Don’t let it consume you.” Though there was a look of pain to his eyes, he tried his best to suppress for her sake.

That small gesture gave her the moment of clarity she desperately needed. 'Everythin’ Will be fine.. We’ll make it home.’

@shadrelar

[cherlyhawthorne]

Burr-wings!! Something I did up after tanking and had those wings slapped on there. Lol

[shaelidawson]

Looking for Contact!

General

Full Name: Shaeli Marie Dawson

Titles: Crazy Rock Girl,  Gem and Geode Enthusiast

Age: 25

Birth Date: July 5th

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Romantic Orientation: Hetero

Sexual Orientation: Hetero

Religion: N/A

Spoken Languages: Multilingual

Current Living Conditions: Mostly in a tent and completely content with that!

Occupation: Jewel Crafter, Crystal Enthusiast, Adventurer, Martial Artist, Part-time Archaeologist

Relationships

Parents: Deceased

Siblings: Only Child

Significant Other: Non-existent

Children: 0

Physical Traits

Eye colour: Hazel

Hair colour: Dark Brown, almost black

Height: 5′6″

Body Build: Toned with little curve to her, but completely a stick

Tattoos + Piercings: While out, she sticks with small hoops. Two in each lobe and a small hoop in the cartilage of her left ear.

Notable Physical Traits: Nothing all that special, but she does have a curious look in her eye. 

Personality

Intelligence: Moderately high, but keeps it to herself to try to make friends where she can.

Likes: Finding a rare gem, camping, hiking, reading historical findings and records, spicy foods.

Dislikes: Over-zealous types, overly religious types, orcs, goblins (actually hates with a passion).

Fears: Failing to please a client if employed, abandonment from a loved one, losing everything she has once she has it.

Disposition: Generally laid back, but can get overly excited when gems, rocks or archaeology is involved. She can be more or less a nerd when it comes to history. 

Extras: Dear Gods help you if you start talking to her about facets. She’ll make a pun about your own if you’re not careful.

[auroryn-dawnsworn]

roleplayers come before characters.

everytime.

if someone needs to take care of things IRL or if they just don’t feel like roleplaying at the moment, leave them be. it is a hobby, not a job. please remember that.

[belore-invictus]

I will reblog this EVERY SINGLE TIME I see this on my feed. ))

[cherlyhawthorne]

To the Burning Star

The Broken Shore was only the tip of the iceberg of this ongoing chaos. Reports began to flood in from throughout the Isles in regard to the Legion’s incursion. All forces now being set to final front, as some had come to know it. The notion of not going back looming in their thoughts while others were content in self sacrifice to ensure the safety of Azeroth. To Argus, to put an end to this invasion and seemingly endless nightmare. Even the Emerald Nightmare itself seemed more like child’s play compared to the destruction that the demons brought with them in their wake. For Cherly, this was more severe than it had in recent times. More parties involved meant more to lose. Sha'drelar..Malthaius..the only two she held close now. A major expedition with chances of losing those she cares for if they fail. The last time she had gone, she lost half of what she had come to love. By her own negligence? Somewhat.. But now was not the time to dwell on a matter she had worked so hard to move past.

Cherly stirred at the morning’s light as it crept through the curtains of the den. Her form naked and sprawled under the covers while her lover slept beside her. These last few months had been sheer bliss for the two. Between their love-making, strolls along the Isles, and fighting what demons were around, they were inseparable. She hadn’t felt such happiness in what seemed ages now until having this kaldorei show up at her doorstep, naked and drugged thanks to her brother. Her half-lidded gaze focusing on the looming planet she could make out through the fabric. Turning on her side, she brought the covers up to keep the warmth of the bed for just a bit longer.

“An eye sore isn’t it?” Sha'drelar shifts behind Cherly, his tone still groggy to say the least. His left arm sliding under her form as his right drapes over her hip, both constricting around her.

“Ain’t tha’ the understatement of the year,” she grumbles. Her right hand ran along his arm until setting on his wrist. “Hopin’ Malth’s not up there by ‘imself.”

“Considering the sort your brother is, I doubt he would have issue in surviving out there. He hasn’t been one to get carried away, unlike his feisty sister,” he teased and chuckles as Cherly squirmed, proving his point.

“Either way i’ goes,” she pauses to turn over to face him. Her grey orbs fixing on his glowing gaze. “It won’t be lon’ before we have t’ head there ourselves.” She sighs as she brings a hand up to run her fingers through his silver locks. “We should ge’ goin’.”

Sha'drelar stretches his long legs under the covers, a grunt escaping him in the process. “I suppose you’re right. Though I am in no rush to plummet head first into those fel trenches.”

“I’m no’ either, but wot I do want t’ do is help where we can and sure those bastards are gone fer good.”

[cherlyhawthorne]

Scrolling Through Activities

Wow..haven't done anything on this blog since August and I was still getting follows? I'm genuinely touched by that. Like no lie, over the course of the past week in having to do stuff for allied races and just skimming over TRPs on WRA, I can honestly say I miss being over on Alliance side because of it. So at this point, I may be dropping back in aside from just doing content. Maybe restore a character I hadn't really worked on while still on Alliance..not sure. But thank you guys so much for sticking around and following!

[cherlyhawthorne]

Been a Hot Minute!

Hoooo boy so, it's been some time since last posting anything on Tumblr. Myself and well just about everyone I know personally had jumoed over to Horde side. Gotta say, it was aight, but not sure if I'll be coming back Alliance side. We'll just have to see!!