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How would Marken and Teri define their lives if they found them selves in another body, a normal human body, without any magic or physical powers?
Mark: “I would define it by how I did before, I wus a butcher and a hunter. No’ exactly a remarkable trait.”
Teri doesn’t seem to want to think about the possibility, let alone how she would define herself.
(( Ask ))
(( Just ask away, I'll ask to the best of my ability. Just make sure to list which character you are asking ))
Lydea -> Marken: Nightmare.
Marken's path twisted through the familiar paths of the forest, panting heavily as he ran free. He felt the wind through his fur and the gress between his paw pads. He was truely and finally free.
The wolf-boy turned a bend in the path, suddenly finding himself inside a dark room. Darker stains littered the walls and floor. The boy sniffed at the air, finding his nose dead. He turned and left the building, colliding with something as he did so. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, looking at the thing he had walked into. It was a black haired woman with red eyes. "Lydea?"
The woman blinked before quickly grabbing at the man's throat, squeezing tightly as she spoke in his ear. "Why? Why did you think you could keep that from me?" The woman's voice was tinted with anger as she continues to squeeze, the man choking for air.
Marken suddenly found himself back in his room awake, panting heavily as he tenderly touched his throat. He sighed as he breathed deeply, satisfied that it was just a dream. He then turned and rested his head on the bed, wondering if he should now tell Lydea.
Marken: Nurse me.
Marken ‘s breath audibly became painfully strained, air scratching along his narrowed windpipe, fighting the friction. He had been doing well on Lydea’s treatment for his asthma, but a badly assembled and abandoned smokebomb filled the room with a thick cloud that triggered a sudden attack. Lydea carefully guided Marken outside, so he could fill his lungs with untainted air, sitting him down so his back met the building’s siding with a challenge of full weight. Crouching down beside him, Lydea gently rubbed his shoulders, holding his freshly filled inhaler pipe to his lips. “Breath in as deep as you can, Marken.” And he followed it with an exhale."In through your nose, out through your mouth. Concentrate on slowing your breathing, I know it’s hard." She pulled the pipe away to coach him, the fresh air biting at Marken’s lungs as they became absent of the offending smoke. Everything was silent aside from Marken’s steadily slowing breaths, and his pounding heartbeat, as the panic induced adrenaline started to sow, and his airway began to relax."It will get easier, you know. You will be able to do this on your own, one day." Lydea wrapped an arm motheringly around Marken, pulling him in tight. "We can wait out here for as long as you need."
(( Pretty good, pretty good. :D ))
Marken: Hug Sin
((AU))
Marken chuckles as he looked down at his looked down at his tanned human before turning his attention towards the woman standing next to him. “Guess yer righ’, spend more time in my beast forms then like this.” The man shifted a bit as he turned to fully face the woman, leaning against the base’s wall with a slight smile on his face.
The woman fiddled with the satchel in her hands, it was simplistic in its design but it served its purpose. She turned her gaze towards the man. “It’s nice, and thanks for the,” she began to say before she was pulled into a light embrace, his muscled arms wrapped around her form for a few brief moments before he released her.
"Err… sorry, Sin, tha’ wus… uncalled fer. Jus’ don’ ge’ many complimen’s on my work," he stammered slightly as he released her, not even bothering to wait for her reply before slipping out of the base.
An End to the Torment
Teristha sighed as she walked through the darkened forest that was once Elwynn Forest, it felt as if ages has passed since she last traversed through her homeland. The woman’s strip proved uneventful, a few feral monsters had threatened her, but a few growls and shows of her shadow magic scared them off.
After a couple of minutes the woman’s lupine ears twitched. She had sensed a presence that had been following her for some time, lying in wait. The worgen woman snarled, but the presence persisted. Focus, she thought as she held out her hand and drew upon the shadows of the land.
The woman had no time to react as the powerful mass of fur and muscle hurled itself out of the darkness at her, pinning her down and slashing at the woman’s arm. Teristha howled in pain, spitting out incantations as a surge of shadow energy erupted from her form, pushing the assailant back. Teristha stood up as she gripped her wounded arm, squinting from the pain as she looked over at her assailant. A feeling of dread washed over her her as she realized who it, or he, was: Curseheart.
The woman barely dodged the next lunge as she felt claws tear into her back. She quickly hurled a javelin of shadow at the beast as he turned and rushed back at her. Curseheart staggered a bit at the blow, but the force wasn’t sufficient to stop him from lunging and pinning her down with his entire form. Teristha kicked feebly at the man before taking a deep breath and reaching through the man’s chest cavity, phasing her hand through his flesh and bone and tearing at his heart. The male worgen’s eyes widened as he felt her claws slip through before his body fell limp. The woman grimaced as she pushed the corpse to the side and fading into the shadows… safe atleast.
Lydea -> Marken: 'Join Me'
((kind of lame, but there's not much I can think of))
Marken blinked a few times as he breathed heavily, looking down at Lydea with a look of bewilderment on his face. "Ya' want me to help ya' take care of yer herbs?"
Lydea would nod a few times, making a hushing noise as he started to protest. "It will only be for a few days, just some moving and tending. Is this alright?"
The worgen male nodded in response. "No, I'd gladly help ya'. I'll star' tomorrow. Alrigh'?" He'd smile before bowing and backing away from the woman. After a few seconds he'd turn and leave.
BUSTED: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.
((Marken and Wiltheia, probably non-cannon))
Marken sighed as he sat down on his bed, removing his shirt as he slumped over onto the bed. He'd growl in annoyance, not even bothering to check if the pillow was under his head. A few moments passed before his ears perked up at the sound of creaking wood. His body shot up erect at the sound, eyes darting around wildly as his ears continued to twitch, straining to hear the sound.
Ccrrreeaakk...
The sound was real, he thought as he slipped out of bed and towards the main room, his charcoal-colored fur hiding him in the shadow with only a red eyes and white patch on his chest to give him away. Inching around the room he locked his eyes on an elven figure standing in the darkness. The worgen male sniffed at the air. The intruder's scent seemed familiar to him, a night elf female he had met earlier. "Wiltheia?" he suddenly blurted out, stepping out of the deeper darkness into the shadows.
The figure jumped at the voice, turning her gaze towards him before dashing towards the open door and slipping into the twilight. Marken sighed as he moved towards the door and closed it, turning his attention towards the room as he rummaged around to make sure nothing was missing. Satisfied, he'd slip back into his bedroom before laying down in the bed.
List of Drabble Prompts; I would love the distraction!
((just make sure to say who :D))
Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason
Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave
Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa
Dream: My character will have a dream about your character
Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.
Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.
Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.
Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.
Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.
Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.
Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer
Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.
Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.
Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.
Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.
Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.
Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’
Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.
Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character
Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner
Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body
Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun
Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.
Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.
Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason.
Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.
Give Me: my character will give yours a gift
Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify.
Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.
Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.
Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.
Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.
Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.
Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.
Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.
Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.
Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.
Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.
Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.
Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.
Gloves: How my character deals with news from yours, Specify
Snow: Our characters in the cold together.
Rain: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.
Kill: I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.
Love: I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.
Lust: I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together.
Date: I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.
Defend: I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.
Fight: I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.
Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together
Treat: Your character and mine being sweet to one another
Costume: Your character or mine, dressing up for the other
Stars: Our characters under the stars together
Snow: Our characters in the cold together
Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other
Hot Cocoa: Our characters enjoying a hot moment together.
Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight
Gift: Your character or mine, surprising the other with a present
Bows: Your character or mine, dressing/undressing the other
Peppermint: Your character or mine, sharing a sweet secret with the other.
Marken Described
Marken Fletcher
Birthplace: Emberstone Village, Gilneas
Age: 18
Height: 6’ (worgen 7’ 5”)
Known Family: None
Physical: Marken's human form stands at about six feet tall, his tanned skin a testament to a life outdoors though his skin appears to be unmarred. His body would be muscular, but not nearly as strong as a warrior would have been. His long black hair is pulled back into a respectable tail that reached a bit down his back. If one were to catch him without a shirt, he would have a few minor scars on his back that would appear to be claw marks as well as a faint bite mark on his left shoulder. His eyes are hazel colored.
When Marken shifts into his worgen form, his height would increase to almost seven and a half feet. His formerly tanned skin would be covered in lush, charcoal colored fur. His eyes also change, turning into deep red orbs. His maw would be full of sharp fangs, neatly arranged though a few would poke out at the end of his muzzle. His fingers would end in sharp, wicked looking claws. And while his musculature would increase in his worgen form, he still wasn't as strong as a worgen warrior. If one were to catch him without his shirt, a large patch of white fur would be visible on his stomach and chest, and his body would appear to be unscarred. This is his favored form.
Personality: Marken is a bit on the shy side, sticking to those he knows and even then he is not the greatest conversationalist. His inability to interact with others becomes more pronounced around strangers, particularly women. As time passes, usually after a few days or weeks, he will start to warm up. Despite not having the easiest of childhoods, Marken shows little in the way of problems. The teen is also fiercely protective of his friends, sometimes breaking out of his “shell” to either verbally or physically defend them.
A Night to Remember
This is a (very) awkwardly written story, any feedback that will help me clean it up is more then welcome. And without further comment... enjoy.
This is the same outfit, just in Teristha's human form... there was a pixilation issue so I had to split them into seperate psots... sorry.
A potential RP outfit for Teristha in the next patch... I just love the feathery staff, something I've been hoping Blizz would place into the game, and I like the candles on the shoulders.
This is the new monk tier gear on a male blood elf, the left picture showing it with the helm. Both pictures also show the unique healing fist weapon found within the new raid (pretty much making it monk-exclusive, though a rogue or warrior could use it for RP).
Opinions? Soil shouldn't be doing this... right?
Did you know crops are eligable targets for levitate? Well... they are as is the soil (which looks down right creepy).
Welcome to Teristha's Magical Farm With Floating Crops (we really need a better name)
Blast you humans!