Remnants

An IC/OOC blog to sate the altoholic in me. I have too many RP toons to do a separate blog for them all, so here is one to make posts on those who may not stand at the forefront!

[knightalts]

For that belf Tana: what if she never tapped into demonic magics? Do you think she'd be where she is now?

Tana would tell you that she’d be dead, which is why she’s so unwilling to stop her practice. As for me, I think she probably would have become a powerful mage, and if not she’d probably have followed a path in tailoring or cooking.

[cathrincrow-deactivated20161122]

To save some dash room...

The Play 

Act One

Act Two

Act Three

Act Four

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[knightalts]

Sophilynne Proudheart’s FC secured: Jennifer Connelly

[morgan-rey]

Morgan’s heels clicked through the hallways, echoing as she made her way to the dining room. The doors opened for her by two guards and her fast stride slowed as she noticed the pointed ears coming up from the back of one of the chairs. 

Morgan took slower steps as she walked around the table to see the large, dark furred worgen sitting at her table. She eyed the wolf over once and raised a high brow, “Are you my new farmhand?”

The worgen, Sophi, looked up at Morgan with a wolfish grin and nodded. “Damn right I am. I heard you needed someone of my skills.” 

Morgan eyed Sophi over slowly then gave her a small smile, “Well… it’s hard to judge with all the..” She motioned to all of Sophi, “Fur.” 

Sophi snorted though considered her options if she started off poorly with this new employer. She shifted to her human self, still tall with tan skin and a face that captured one’s attention. It surely captured Morgan’s as she stared for a long moment with a slow smile tugging at her lips. 

“Much better…” Morgan sat at the chair next to Sophi and turned to face the woman, resting her elbow on the table and her head in her palm. “So… Miss Ayre tells me you are rather capable of fulfilling my needs?”

Sophi grinned, “I’m more than capable.”

“Excellent… I imagine… A woman with your strength…” Morgan slid a hand over Sophi’s firm bicep, “Can work hard for long hours and not grow tired… Correct?” 

Sophi nodded and flexed her muscles for Morgan to feel, the older woman’s eyes going wide and she moved her other hand around Sophi’s arm. Sophi winked at Morgan, “I can go for as long as you want. I rarely get tired.” Morgan finally pulled herself out of her fantasy and looked up at Sophi’s practically perfect face, biting her lip. 

“So you have no complaints? No questions?” Morgan leaned forward in her chair. Sophi smirked and locked eyes with Morgan, leaning forward as well until she was just inches away from the woman. 

“None.” 

In a few quick motions, Morgan was in Sophi’s lap, her hands on the woman’s cheeks and her lips locked in a rough kiss. Sophi let out a growl into Morgan’s lips and her hands came up to the woman’s back, tugging on her shirt until the fabric started to rip. 

@blakeayre

[blakeayre]

Finding a Farmhand

Blake had gone to a number of farms throughout the last few days. Westfall, Elwynn, Duskwood, she hadn’t been impressed with any of them. She had started to feel as though she was going to fail the task Morgan had assigned her.

Blake hung her head, looking into the mug of ale she held in her hand. The Darkshire inn at least was a place she found some comfort in, surrounded by people that she knew. She perked up a bit as the scent of fresh blood clung to someone whom had just stepped through the door.

The blood mage didn’t look. She heard the heavy steps of an armor-clad body, but recognized the padded sound of Worgen paws. The clanking stopped as a shadow towered over her. Her icy blue eyes flickered up to the face of the imposing figure beside her.

“Two of the strongest you’ve got.” The gruff wolven voice was deep, but laced with a rugged femininity.

“You’re in late this evening, Miss Proudheart.” The barkeep greeted before spinning around.

“I had to blow off some steam.” Sophilynne Proudheart snorted rested her forearms one the bar-top as she awaited her drinks, ankles crossing. “They won’t need me on the farm for a few days, so late nights it is.” She grinned a wolfish grin.

Sophilynne was tall, even for a Worgen. Her fur was dark and her eyes a shimmering gold. Her claws were long and sharp, and stained with recently-dried blood. Though her figure was hidden by the thick armor, if that itself and the large great-swords crossed on her back were any indication, she was quite muscular.

Blake tapped the bar-top twice with her palm. “I’ll pick up her tab, Adam.”

Sophi looked to Blake and raised a furry brow, but grinned, then laughed. “You hear that, Adam? Little Blue here will pick up my tab.” She reached and arm around her and pulled her in.

Blake did her best to hide her displeasure, looking up at the large woman with an arched brow of her own. Little Blue? Even Adam looked confused as he glanced between the two of them, finally sitting Sophi’s drinks on the bar-top. Blake gave him the business glare, and he held his hands up and turned around to wipe down some glasses. “Fresh blood, Worgen, Nightbane?” Blake asked as she sipped from her own mug. She made a face, clearly this was not her usual drink of choice.

Sophi laughed at the expression, then pushed one of her own mugs closer to Blake with the tip of a claw. She was curious. “That’s right.”

Blake looked the mug, her brow furrowed just slightly. She took it and lifted it to taste, immediately moving a hand over her mouth. That was -strong-. She let it settle in a moment before speaking again. “Your swords are clean, you used your hands.” She reached for the hand that had pushed the mug and started to probe it with her fingertips.

Sophi laughed harder at the face Blake made, but settled down and nodded with a confident smirk across her maw. “They were all I needed.” She eyed the blood mage up and down, she wasn’t her usual type, but whatever got the job done..she clearly seemed interested. “I’m not just a farmhand. I was a soldier.”

Blake smirked and looked up into the Worgen’s golden eyes. “I can tell. The pads are callused, you spend a lot of time in this form swinging those swords around. The farm tools too, I imagine.” She pressed at the pads along Sophi’s fingers and on her palm.

Sophi lifted the mug Blake had sipped from to her maw and tipped it back to pour the whole thing down her throat in a long chug. “It’s hard work.” She said after licking her chops. “Keeps me busy, keeps me in good shape.” She set the mug down and raised her arm to flex.

Blake couldn’t see the muscle, but she could hear the leather straps of the armor pull taught. Her eyes flickered back to Sophi’s face and she smirked. “If you’ve a few days, Miss…Proudheart? Was it? I believe my employer would take a great interest in you.”

Sophilynne tilted her head, ears perked and brow furrowed. “What sort of employer?”

Blake smiled reassuringly. “I am employed as a butler, Miss Proudheart. I was sent to find someone with some rather…specific qualities that you appear to possess.” She looked over Sophi once more. “Yes, I believe that you would please her.”

Sophilynne took up her other mug and chugged it down as she had the first. She grinned. “Pleasure is what she wants, is it? I can do that…maybe.” She shrugged. She watched Blake’s hand as the woman slid her hand back into her rear pocket and produced a photograph, which she slid in front of Sophi on the bar-top. Sophi’s ears perked and her grin grew wider. “Yes, I can do that.”

( @morgan-rey )

[ladysaraholt]

Just a Kiss - For Shae <3 Because she does this to people all the time...

Sara blinks, looking back at Shae with a mixture of incredible shyness and embarrassment in her face, her cheeks quickly darkening by several shades.

“Um… what?”

[knightalts]

Shaeluris Silentleaf grinned a big goofy grin and wiggled her long eyebrows. “C’mon! Lay one on me! Right here!” She leaned down to Sara’s height and tapped her lips as she puckered up. 

[jordaneliott]

Mavis Lockheart: Age 12

(PLEASE READ: This post is, though not detailed, NSFW. It also involves subjects that may be triggers to some, I will put a break in the post but only after the point has been made.)

Mavis had grown, though she was certainly no young adult even yet. Her dirty blonde hair was in an unkempt braid that rested over her shoulder with the gently curling ends just under her breast. She was still a young girl, almost shapeless, even a bit short for her age, dressed in dirty clothes that must have been donations or hand-me-downs.  

She moved swiftly through the market streets of Gilneas, swiping coin purses from passerby. Few seemed to notice but even when they did she was not the one they suspected. She’d become rather adept at this over the years. Since her father had been murdered, she’d done what she could to bring in some extra income and ease her mother’s worries.

Of course her mother was blind to the truth, for all those years she thought that Mavis had been working to distribute the Gilneas Times. She even made sure not to bring home any more than would be appropriate to match.

Mavis scurried out of the square and started to swiftly make her way back home. There was only one couple walking down the main road, and though something in the back of her mind told her not to, she struck like a viper at the gentleman’s coin purse. It was another clean grab, the two not even blinking her way as she scurried with her head down.

But as she was passing an alleyway, she felt a hand on her wrist as she tried to tuck away her final prize. Her gaze shot up to see a Gilnean officer looking down at her with a glare that made her freeze.

“Are ya’ aware wot ‘appens to thieves in this city, youn’ lady?” The officer asked her with a deep voice that seemed to match his large stature. His features were hard and sharp, clean cut.

Mavis just stood, frozen, hand tightening on her wrist. “A-aye, sir. I’m sorry. I-it’s fer my fam'ly. Me mum an’ lil’ brovah.” She tried to tug her wrist back and take a step away, but the officer wouldn’t have any of it.

The officer pulled her closer. With his free hand, he started to search her. He found most of the bags she’d taken on his first sweep, and then did another, but he wasn’t looking for bags. He grinned at her with a devilish ear to ear sort. “I’ll tell ya’ wot, ya’ earn this pay, an’ I’ll let ya take it…this time.”

Mavis was uncertain what the man meant, but if it meant she could take the coin home to her family- she nodded. The officer pulled her into the alleyway.

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[jordaneliott]

Mavis Lockheart: Age 4

Ethan Lockheart walked hand-in-hand with his young daughter, Mavis. He was tall and slender man, clean cut and dressed in his Sunday best. He would take a long stride and swing the girl along as though his arm were a vine and she were an ape.

It was the night before Mavis’ fifth birthday. A dark and rainy night as usual, but the two didn’t care. Ethan had taken his daughter to see a play; a rare treat given their economic status. That night, Mavis felt like a princess. Her usually unruly, dirty-blonde, hair was pulled back into a tight braid. Her bangs and tips curled in gentle spirals, matching the single dark curl that had slid free from Ethan’s tophat and settled in the center of his forehead.

The father and daughter smiled and laughed. Mavis skipped along between her swinging strides; her mismatched eyes looking up into her father’s amber gaze.

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[jordaneliott]

Mavis Lockheart

Broken a bone | Gotten stitches | Had a near-death experience | Killed someone | Tried and failed to kill someone | Invented something | Been hungover | Kissed someone | Slow danced | Been in a long-term relationship | Had sex | Had sex and regretted it | Had a one-night stand | Had a threesome | Experimented with their sexuality | Had a kid | Gotten married |Self-harmed |Traveled to another country | Been in a play | Received an inheritance | Been in a car (horse?) wreck | Lost a loved one | Been dumped | Dumped someone(*) | Smoked | Gotten high | Been slipped something in their food/drink | Won a contest | Won an election |Joined a sports team | Gone skydiving | Gone hunting (**) | Been in a band |Had a job | Been fired | Been in a wedding party | Owned a pet | Seen a ghost | Skipped class/work | Learned an instrument | Gotten a noticeable scar | Sued someone | Been robbed | Been mugged | Been kidnapped | Been sexually assaulted | Been brainwashed/hypnotized | Gone more than one day without eating |Had a recurring nightmare | Been bullied | Bullied someone | Seen someone die|Attempted suicide | Been tied/chained up |Shot someone | Stabbed someone | Saved someone’s life | Cheated on someone | Been cheated on |Had a stalker | Been betrayed | Been in a fight | Been arrested | Been to a funeral | Had surgery | Broken someone’s trust | Gotten a piercing | Gotten a tattoo | Used a fake name | Been tortured | Been abused | Been blackmailed |Had an attempt on their life |Gotten away with a crime | Gone on a road trip | Been in love

* She’s had to let a few faithful clients down easy

**Uh….people hunting…not animal hunting

[knightalts]

Blake Ayre

Howling wolves. The creaking of iron in the whispering winds.

Hanging lanterns lit the lonely and worn cobblestone paths through Duskwood. Little sun found the dreary land, but when that daylight died there were few who dared walk those winding paths.

Blake Ayre strolled with a fine leather parcel bag rested over one shoulder and across her torso to rest at her side. One hand held lightly to the strap and the other tapped some ash from a slowly burning cigarette held between two fingers. She raised the cigarette to her lips and took a short drag, letting the smoke out through her nose with the push of a quiet sigh. "I thought I was clear with Mr. Anderson when I told him that I do not like surprises."

Blake's icy gaze was drawn to rustling brush on one side of the road. As her head was turned, a man in dark leathers leaped from the shadows on the other side with daggers drawn, held backwards in his hands. He stepped onto the wooden fence-post with eyes locked on her neck as his hand thrust out in a curve to follow through. Blake tried to duck aside, but her brow twitched as she felt the burning sensation of a fresh, thin, cut. She glared at the man as he landed in a roll back onto his feet and seemed to hesitate. She slid a finger over the cut and eyed the red liquid on her skin before licking it clean. She looked displeased.

From behind the hesitating assassin erupted another from the brush, holding his blades in the same manner as the other and using his companion as a human springboard to propel himself into the air flip, blades at the ready to stab into her shoulders like snake fangs. As the second few, the first tossed one of his blades and spun it to hold it front-hand stab straight at her breast.

Blake had little time to react. She bent back and pressed her palms on the cobblestone as she kicked a leg up to force the stab away. The first couldn't press another attack as the second landed in front of him with a heavy thud and the clank of metal on stone. Blake had let the bag slide from her shoulder while on her hands and was ready to move again as she righted herself on her feet. Her brow furrowed as a few strands of black hair slipped out of place and fell over her forehead.

The second assassin swept his leg swiftly over the stones. Blake jumped over the sweeping leg and back in an attempt to move from his range, but the first assassin jumped over the second and swung his blade with the speed of a viper's strike. Blake cursed as she felt the sharp blade cut into her side. "Tha' wus a new shirt, ya' bloody git!"

As Blake stumbled aside, the second assassin charged and swung his daggers with fast and focused strikes. She managed to dodge a few but felt others tear at her clothes and flesh. Her eyes shifted to a fierce gold and she growled, which seemed to make the assassin hesitate just enough for her to move away from his next slash. She watched her tie cut clean just under the knot and reached out to take the tip of it from the air.

Blake waited for the next strike from the second assassin and spun aside, catching and wrapping his wrist tightly with her tie as she turned and used leverage to throw him over her shoulder with a pained growl. Blood stained the white fabric of her shirt at her side. The second assassin found his neck under Blake's boot, one wrist still wrapped in her tie and held in place as the other almost desperately felt for his dropped dagger on the ground.

Blake's attention snapped up at the sound of a cocking gun and her golden gaze settled to the first assassin, whom had tucked his daggers into his belt and held a pistol firmly in one hand with the other under to support it. He hesitated to fire at the sight of her eyes and the devilish grin across her lips. Her free hand raised up, hand reaching out as if for the gun.

The first assassin froze and trembled where he stood. He tried to speak but only managed garbled nonsense. His eyes grew wide with terror as they followed his arms, which slowly began to lower his aim toward the second assassin's head, still held in place by Blake's boot on his neck. The second assassin coughed and struggled, panicked eyes settling on the gun, then to the first assassin's face. "Brother!" The second assassin spat out as the first's finger shakily struggled not to pull the trigger, "Do-" -BANG!-

Blake did flinch at the sound of the gun firing, looking away from the mess of blood and brain matter that painted the stone. She moved her boot from the neck of the dead man and kept her arm up as the other unwound her tie from his limp wrist. "How unpleasant." She seemed to have her accent restrained again once she was in control.

With some slow motions of her hands, the gun in the first assassin's hands turned to him and pressed the hot barrel to the underside of his chin. Blake tilted her head as she looked him over. "No, too...fast." The man cried and whimpered, struggling again to speak. Blake assumed he was to beg.

Blake looked up into the man's eyes as he stood frozen in place, shaking with fear and pain that showed clearly. "Do you know what happens when too much blood rushes to your brain?" She asked him, tone calm, before a charming smile crossed her lips.

The man struggled against her hold on him. He managed a short shake of his head and a garbled "No!"

"No? First, you'll feel sum pressure. As more blood flows it'll start to expand the capillaries in your brain, that's wot makes you feel light-headed." Blake explained slowly. The assassin had gone from hysterical to almost indifferent as he stared at her. "Yeah? You feel it?" She smirked. "Once too much blood pools in those capillaries, your poor heart starts to have a hard time pumping it through and your brain starts to suffocate. That's when-"

Blake paused as the assassin's legs gave out from under him and he landed on his knees, looking up at her by her command. "That's when you start to lose voluntary control." She motioned to him with that 'as you can see' expression. "The involuntary control goes next, that's when things get really messy." She explained and her nose scrunched up as his pants soaked through.

The assassin looked up at Blake with tired and pleading eyes. "Soon after that, you die." She leaned down. "But I can't have that, right? You have a message to deliver to Mr. Anderson for me, don't you?" He nodded weakly, at Blake's will. "Mm, you know wot?" She said as she leaned back up. "On second thought, I'll tell him myself."

Blake clenched her fist tightly closed and the assassin's eyes popped like stomped grapes and blood poured from every opening. She waved her hand over the bloody mess and some of the red liquid raised to her palm. She moved it to her side and pulled the red stain from the fabric before smearing it over her wound, which closed with a thick scar. She took her bag from the cobblestone and hefted it over her shoulder, slid her fingers through her messy hair to try and make herself look presentable, and proceeded on her way to the home of one unlucky Mr. Anderson.

[knightalts]

Blake Ayre : Both forms. 

Flat colors, I hope to add a lot more to the tattoos and the definition of them (especially in the worgen form) when I go into the highlights and shadows of it. 

[knightalts]

Lets go Cat and Shae, since they've met and any other alts that we have we both already know what a good portion of them would do in one night. Cat, after the initial greeting that those two have of Shae teasing the poor woman and Cat rolling her eyes with heavy sighs, eventually would lighten up and bring a little something to get Shae a little tipsy. Drunken goof off night that might end in Shae telling secrets about her sister and possibly bad ideas to show just that they can be done.

Well, we all know how flirtatious Shae can be, but Cat and Avi are still close so she thinks of her more like that awkward friend you know will always be better friends with your sibling. 

If Shae had a night alone with Cat, she’d likely ask her a few deeper questions about her relationship with Avi…probably over a few drinks. I have a feeling from there it’d turn into something similar to what’s posted above! 

Get her tipsy and she’ll be the one to spill the embarrassing sibling stories, try very hard to talk Cat into another tattoo (yay drunk tattoos!), and probably end up with her clothes off even if Cat didn’t - from something like a game of strip go-fish Cat would refuse to strip for. 

[knightalts]

Blake Ayre

Name: Blake Salem Ayre Birthday: 10, November Race: Human/Worgen (Gilnean) Gender: Female Class: Blood Mage Face Claim: Ruby Rose

[Artwork (WIP) by me, see more here. Worgen form will be added to the right side.]

[knightalts]

Blake Ayre

Blake awoke with her head in a still-drunken fog. She couldn't remember where she was or what had happened, but she did realize that the fluffy pillow she held onto was not her own. Her pillows were not this soft. Her sheets were not this silken.

Blake pushed herself up on shaky arms and groaned with sudden trails of pain along her back and aching thighs. She turned her head aside and finally forced her eyes open. She was greeted with nothing but blurry vision at first, but she did recognize the figure of someone sitting in a chair. Her eyes narrowed.

Morgan sat with crossed legs, one elbow propped on the arm of the chair with a fresh glass of red cradled in her thin fingers and the other arm extended to gently tap some ash from the smoke at the end of her long cigarette holder. Her hair lay in gentle waves over her shoulders and her deep brown eyes watched Blake with an amount of amusement. "Don't give me that look." She greeted the woman on the bed with a smirk before taking a long drag of her cigarette and letting the smoke billow from her mouth in soft curls.  

Blake perked up a bit at the sound of the voice and her vision cleared rather quickly to notice the smirk upon her lips. "My sincerest apologies, Miss Fey." Her Gilnean accent slipped through a bit as she first spoke. She rolled herself out of the bed and started to pull on her clothes from the day before. "Please excuse my appearance. I don't make a habit of wearing dirtied clothes." She said as she turned to face the other woman again, buttoning up her shirt. She smiled charmingly.

Morgan's eyes rose to meet Blake's as though they'd been wandering along her back. Blake didn't seem surprised or offended; her body was a canvas. Morgan leaned up in her chair, back slightly arched. The sheer robe she wore left little to the imagination. "I understand, Miss Ayre. One cannot always know when they'll need an overnight bag." She sipped her wine and set the glass aside before motioning Blake closer with a finger.

Blake fixed her collar and cuffs and stepped closer to Morgan. "I'm sorry if I've overstayed my welcome." The other woman shook her head just slightly and kept motioning with her finger. Blake raised a brow and leaned down, assuming that was what she was after. Morgan reached up and combed her free hand through Blake's hair, pushing it out of her face, back and to the side. Her fingers then curled around the back of her head and pulled her in closer to steal a kiss from her lips. Blake was clearly surprised, but leaned into it until Morgan pulled back but held the Gilnean's head firmly in place.

Blake's eyes drifted to the teasing sheer fabric over Morgan's breasts, but shot back up again as she heard her voice and felt her warm breath on her ear. "My dear if you had overstayed your welcome you would have awakened drunk and bare on the planks outside."

A smile tugged at the corners of Blake's lips as she was allowed to lean up once more. "If you've no further need of me, Miss Fey, I'll take my leave." The other woman simply nodded and made a sweeping motion with the hand that held her cigarette holder, then took a long pull from her wine glass. Blake bowed deeply, combing her hair back into place with her own hand as she leaned back up. "Thank you again for your generosity. If you are interested in Mr. Bronzegear's offer, please send word within fourteen days."

( @cathrincrow‘s alt, Morgan Fey )

[ladysaraholt]

❤ = kissing them (Shae this time because it'll be fun.)

Sara blinks in even more surprise as Cat walks away, only to have a smiling elf sitting atop a goat hop down from the creature’s back and plant a kiss on Sara’s lips, the action forcing the other woman to hunch over a tiny bit. Her face darkens further, and she blushes embarrassedly. But she doesn’t seem to push Shaeluris away. She rests her hands gingerly on the elven woman’s shoulders, just above the collarbones, and tilts her head up to kiss the warrioress in return. Her face is giving off a great amount of heat now, and she’s unsure of what to do next, other than smile shyly whenever Shae stops.

[knightalts]

Shaeluris leaned up and that wide grin spread back across her lips as she jabbed her thumb at her own chest. “I can’t let Cat be the only one to kiss all the cute elf girls, right?” She moved both hands to her hips and puffed out her chest, then looked back up to her goat and the thin woman still sitting upon his back. “Nat, can we invite her some time?” 

[knightalts]

↱ Navigating roads

That would be Shae! She’s traveled to a lot of places and all of them had to be new to her at one point. She’s got a great sense of direction, a good memory, and an eye for detail. She’s even known for drawing up maps from memory after each of her adventures, sometimes with extensive detail. So, once she’s been down a road once she’ll know it, and if she’s never been there before…well that’s never stopped her from getting there and back.