Sparks in Shadows

An In-Character blog for Rijhanni Shadowspire, Blood Elf Warlock on Wyrmrest Accord ~|~ Faceclaim: Eliza Dushku ~|~ A place for stories, some RP, and important prompt responses.

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Character Aesthetic Gif Challenge: Rijhanni

Sum up a character’s aesthetic as well as you can with 3 gifs using the gif search!

Tagged by: @thorideon

Tagging: Anybody who feels like playing with the gif function.

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Talk Dirty To Me

It’s Sexual Sunday!

So anonymously fill my Ask Box with whispers from the shadows! Sweet nothings, indecent proposals, fantasies your character has had involving mine, confessions of dark desires; tell those dirty little secrets! My character will respond.

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a super fun commission for @ma-at-thought!

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[ma-at-thought]

Look at my beautiful fiery Rijhanni! 

[rijhanni]

(( A response to this post by @theron-darksunder ))

Scents of parchment and dried herbs and the left-over ghosts of incense surrounded the Warlock as she sat upon a plump purple cushion. The hidden basement chamber was cool, though flickers of orange glow from candles set onto wall-sconces, book shelves, and the alter gave warmth to the windowless room. Curled forward in a pose that might leave an acrobat mildly impressed, she leaned down close to the hulking Felhound that lay patiently on the floor, one hand filled with a brush that carefully traced bone-white pigment onto leathery red hide. The Horde symbols had worn off of the beasts and needed to be refreshed; this time with inks that had been enchanted to last as well as afford them added protection in battle.

It was an almost meditative activity, requiring such quiet concentration that it hushed her mind for a time, let her ignore the flares of magic within that sometimes made her twitch and wince, took her thoughts away from the battles against the Legion that waited on Azeroth. Draenor, at least for now, was still safe, and returning here allowed her to be rid of the oppressive hum that seemed to linger in the air at sites where the Legion was striking, a sense of foreboding that came each time she felt a pull toward the sickly green energy that seemed to linger on every horizon of the Broken Isles.

Were she not already in a contortionist pose, the sudden harsh pull of magic linked to her would have bent her double; as it was, she gasped sharply and the paint brush clattered to the floor. Grymmie, the burly Felhound she'd had with her since youth, snarled and tensed, inching closer to provide support so Rijhanni could heave herself upright; his magic-seeking tendrils arched so the spread-petal tips aimed at the alter.

She was able to turn in time to see the foggy form of Theron fade into view before the alter and it caught her breath in her throat. She'd not heard from the man since Winter Veil, and the only thing she could think was that he was in danger and trying to flee using a piece of himself as a target. A deep violet sphere of perfect crystal pulsing with wavers of red at the center sat carefully on a small velvet pillow, one soulstone among several that sat on her alter for safe-keeping.

"Theron?" Her voice came out more wavering than she would have liked, but a tugging sensation of dread was building within like a string pulled too taut, latched to some part of her no one could name. One hand on the Felhound's sloped horn, she moved unsteadily toward the translucent form that hovered like smoke from the flickering candles, reaching out. That string pulled tighter when her hand passed through to find nothing she could touch.

Everything seemed to slow as though trapped in resin. Jade eyes widened as she saw the faint cracks start to spread around the sphere she'd taken such care to tend well, the essence within pushing at the shell. She reached out as if she could hold it together with her hand, to keep it safe as she'd promised what seems like years ago.

With a high-pitched keen, the sphere shattered, violet shards blowing apart, some embedding in her palm to draw beads of scarlet in alabaster skin, that string pulled so tight that it finally snapped and left her reeling. The Felhound snarled, hunkering down as though seeking something to attack, but there was no enemy, only fading smoke and swirls of dwindling magic.

Rijhanni dropped to an ungainly sprawl at the base of the stone alter, legs askew, staring down in horror at the fallen pieces of the soulstone. Shaky hands attempted to gather up the shards as though somehow she could put them back together. She'd promised to keep it safe...

[many-masks-of-nerd]

Savior

Music

It kept going. Hours bled into days. And still there seemed no end in sight.

The sky burned with emerald light; there was so much Fel energy she could hardly distinguish her own weaves of power against the background that seemed to pulse with malice. Someone else’s magic.

Screams filled the air, but her ears weren’t laid back because of the shrieking cacophony brought about by the Burning Legion assault. Her throat hurt. Someone else’s screams

A jolt made her gasp as rocks dug into her knees; she’d dropped like a puppet whose strings had been cut. But it was someone else’s pain.

She felt as though grasped and stretched thin, greedy hands tugging in opposing directions. The sear of magic within left her unable to catch a breath. Someone else’s sobbing.

Heat flared around her and she couldn’t tell if it belonged to her or the enemy. That endless enemy, new soldiers spilling from the sky. Someone else’s war.

Jade eyes glowed like beacons, torches to guide the way, and the smoke in the air stung them. Someone else’s tears.

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[many-masks-of-nerd]

What song(s) would your muse listen to while getting frisky?

Sorry the response took so long! I’m really picky about music. ^_^ I don’t know that Rijhanni listens to any music in particular while getting frisky, but here are some songs that really fit her moods and attitudes during sexy-times. @rubilocksrp Thanks for the ask!

[ma-at-thought]

Part 3 of @puppet-master-jihye Music Ask.

Send me a number, and I’ll reply with a song link that fits the theme for my muse. 4. Amused/Playful. 5. Morose/Somber. 15. Describe them with one song. For Laereth, Morollan, and Rijhanni.

Rijhanni

Amused/Playful 

Morose/Somber The longer I listen to this song with the perspectives of Rijhanni in mind, the more intensely disturbing my own character seems to me…

Describe them with one song That’s actually impossible. But this describes a good part of her. A part she’s really unhappy about. And it goes deeper than the assumptions from the lyrics might imply.

[ma-at-thought]

My last Character Description Sheet, for my Warlock Rijhanni. Its rather lengthy since there was some extraneous stuff to go over. Again, mostly making these for my own reference, but feel free to read. Face Claim and Body Type images included.

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27:What would be the worst way for your character to die?

Time had slowed. Exhaustion made the group move through frozen corridors sluggishly, and hours of constant battle had made the crunch of ice-rimed bones underfoot seem insignificant.

Sparks of orange and gold rose from her, one of the few sources of heat in the Scourge-infested Citadel. But they winked out quickly as though the oppressive cold in the air was trying to snuff the flame of a candle.

She barely noticed when they staggered out onto a balcony, though the weak light made her blink and briefly shade her eyes. Long ears drew flat back as their emergence from the archway was greeted with a hollow, cackling roar. Over the heads of the soldiers surrounding her, she saw tattered wings lift, strips of flesh glowing with chilled magic stretched between frost-hardened bones.

There was no way to stop even if she wanted to; caught up among Ebons and Argents, she was moved by the crowd forward. Battle seemed to energize the tired army, Horde and Alliance alike sure to be haunted by the visions of friends rising from death to join the enemy forces. Stopping wasn’t an option. If they stopped, the dirges for the fallen would be endless. Until there were no living left to mourn.

Sounds of battle seemed abrupt in the air, a crashing and splintering of ice. Or perhaps it was ice that crashed, and splintered the army. She became lost in the dance of battle, flaming staff seeking the dead, to give them a belated funeral pyre. Rijhanni barely felt the weapon that slid into her torso from behind as easily as a blade slides into a sheath. All she felt was cold. All she saw was white. A numbing peace swept over her; her part here was done. She could rest.

Then the snow-scape washed over with sickly green fire.

“This gift we offer…”

          “The sacrifices have been made…”

                       “Grant her the power we seek so that we will be unchallenged…”                                  “And the vessel will be yours…”

“Done.”

Laughter, sharp and taunting, fell with her through the endless wash of Fel energies. Voices she knew, ghosts of the past, rose up, memories of pacts she hadn’t been born yet to witness. She tried to scream, but she had no voice. Agony was everything as something was ripped away, emptying her. 

But as the Fel fires surged toward her as sure as fresh waves would rise after the tide pulled back, she knew in stark horror that she would not be empty for long.

(( @rubilocksrp The worst way for Rijhanni to die has already happened. ))

[rijhanni]

Rijhanni searched long enough and finally found a quiet place of peace.

[bigger-rat]

giveaway pic for @many-masks-of-nerd! sorry for delay and i hope you like it!

[many-masks-of-nerd]

Oh my god this is amazing. Thank you so much! It looks great!

[thepeachpen]

Giveaway third prize, Rijhanni for @many-masks-of-nerd.

Thanks again for following me!

[many-masks-of-nerd]

Ah! It’s lovely! Thanks so much; she looks wonderful.

[vivrearia]

[rijhanni]

Rijhanni’s face-claim, Eliza Dushku

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R O L E P L A Y   C H A R A C T E R   S T A T S   S H E E T

( Fabulous art by @celestial-petal ) (Tagged by @theron-darksunder )

{Repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information. Pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses. Copy and paste on a new post, DO NOT reblog.}

FACE CLAIM: Eliza Dushku (Especially from Buffy; that crooked smile and sassy attitude is perfect) NAME: Rijhanni Shadowspire AGE: Young Adult (I put her years at a bit shy of 200) HEIGHT: 5′3″ SPECIES: Sin’dorei GENDER: Female NATIONALITY: Thalassian?  BIRTHDAY: June 21st SUN SIGN: Rijhanni would neither know nor care. RESIDENCE: Her house is part of a munitions outpost in Frostwall. She spends a good deal of time in Orgrimmar, but owns no residence there. MARITAL STATUS: Extremely unlikely. ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good (and she tries very hard to stay that way, despite warlock-related circumstances) DRINK: Tauren firewater, mulled wine, hot cocoa with a bit of nutmeg and clove. FOOD: Hearty meals with rare-cooked red meat, spiced breads, a variety of fruit. Anything to avoid military rations. She’s a fantastic cook. DAY OR NIGHT: No adamant preference, but she enjoys ‘between times’ of dawn or dusk. SNACKS: Tender seasoned jerky, fresh fruit. SONGS: Cherry Bomb, by The Runaways, I Love Playing With Fire, by the Runaways, Pyromite, by Lordi, Kill Of The Night, by Gin Wigmore, Voodoo and Voodoo Too, by Godsmack, Spark, by Digital Daggers, Behind Blue Eyes, by Within Temptation, (The Who cover), Vivica, by Jack Off Jill, Witchy Woman, by Babes In Toyland (The Eagles cover), Cinnamon Girl, by Type O Negative (Neil Young cover) Funky Nassau, by The Blues Brothers +  Erykah Badu, Belladonna and Aconite, by Inkubus Sukkubus (I could keep going. Music heavily influences all my characters.) PET : Her pair of Frostwolves had a cub, which she’s named Tundra. She also has a Sprite Darter Hatchling; since it was given as a Winter Veil gift, she’s named it Present. COLOR: All the colors of fire. Much of her wardrobe is those colors, sometimes with a lot of black.  FLOWER: Desert flowers and jungle orchids. SEXUALITY: Straight ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Straight BODY TYPE: She’s got nice curves of bust and hips, but otherwise is quite athletic. Between armed and unarmed combat training, military deployments, and belly-dancing, she’s quite toned with noticeable muscle definition. EYE COLOR: Light jade. (Some unpleasant circumstances make them grow paler.) HAIR COLOR: Stark white. It’s often a bit rumpled, and very soft.  (( Tagging @oathstrong @puppet-master-jihye @karidakdellanir @centoridellanir and anybody else who wants to do this. ))