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FOOLISH MORTAL IS INSOLENT even in the face of death, how quaint, this one would require extra chewing. Against the warmth of his flesh her skin is bitterly cold as though she were lifeless, trapped within the vice of her grip, claws threatening to puncture.

“ Do you LIKE what you see? ” Drathenia purrs, all the while flesh ripping teeth gleam behind her saccharine smile. Effortlessly, she slides him up the wall till feet dangle like he weighs nothing; and it is exactly that.

“ Perhaps you would appreciate a better view. ”

@bisnero continued

#bisnero #;; threads.#you ever just get manhandled by a man eating monster :///

continued from here with @gellintalah .

her explanation, or ATTEMPT at one, did not bode so well for him. varok was certainly no stranger to blood, not at all — he had often suffered her same experience, returning to his people smeared in dark, black stains. he had often been just as LAX as she. but this was different. her blood was unbecoming on upon lilac skin, and it occurred quickly to him that this was no sign of TRIUMPH.

varok was on her in mere seconds, hooking her off the wall and upwards into his arms. the motion was EFFORTLESS, given their difference in size, but his movements were careful enough not to disturb her wounds further. there was hardly a stable bed to lie her on, nor could he take her to any healers in the city. he settled for laying her in a rickety old chair in the corner of his home, trying to keep her from slumping too far.

❛ do not take me for a FOOL. you are not as good a liar as you think. ❜ he spoke with exasperation as he scrounged around for his spare medical supplies — he could only hope it would be ENOUGH, at least until she could get to a proper healer. he stripped the bloody fabric that clung to her skin, examining the damage with the slightest grimace.

❛ ancestors, nanthis... how did you MANAGE this? keep the pressure on it — don’t you dare pass out. eyes open. ❜

#saurfang vc: what the cinnamon toast fuck is this #;; IC.#;; V: UNDETERMINED.#;; THREADS.#gellintalah

@alvcrd

“ What are you going to do. . . ”

Hand curled around the head of the hapless mortal, claws dug into their flesh until blood began to drip and their pained cries muffled by her palm, all the while her gaze remained fixed upon the No Life King, a wry grin stretched across her bloody maw.

“ — stop me? ”

#alvcrd #;; threads.#drath vc hehe uwu <3 #SHE. SHE REALLY CHOSE VIOLENCE I GHUGRIG BEAT HER ASS-

@vilestblood continued

" What troubles you, my dear? " melodic voice croons, softly does taloned feet pad closer, eyeless gaze inspecting his dour visage with attentive concern. Far from his usual self assuredness, she was most perturbed by the sight. Something had to be wrong, and there would be no WEASELING out of it either, no matter how slippery the crow could be.

" Your secret is safe with me, I swear it. "

And she means it. She is a vault of thousands of uttered confessions and secrets, and true to her word they remained unspoken with her; long after the teller had been consumed by rot. Clawed hand hovers for a moment, hesitating, before it rests upon his feather clad shoulder with a reassuring squeeze.

#vilestblood #;; threads.#SHAKING AND CRYING RN #eUGHAAGH he is so close to getting swaddled

cont. from discord with @lionslight .

He did not respond to quip; not immediately. Anduin neared closer to the barrier, retrieving from his side a small set of keys, then proceeded to insert one of them into the locked door before him. In a moment, it was unlocked, and he gently swung the door open before entering the cell, closing said door behind him without bothering to lock it once more. Still, he gazed upon the orc, a resolute stare seeming to carry with it the judgement of the kings which came before Anduin; even those who had not viewed characters like Saurfang for their individuality, but rather the actions of their race. Nevertheless, he was unarmed, and quite possibly defenseless against whatever action Varok had to take; and still, he did not fear.

"I could chain you to a pole in Old Town, and I would perhaps still be granting you more decency than the Dark Lady." The words spoken sought to encompass a biting and caustic nature, but only due to the truth of them. Gloved hands moved to remove the hood which sheathed youthful features, and light blond locks cascaded about them thereafter. "And believe me... Under any other king of the Alliance, your execution would have already occurred; though I have reason to suspect you'd find that gratifying right about now." He spoke coldly, and it was especially noticeable coming from a voice which seldom sought to weave anything but, hope, compassion, and inspiration. "...Tell me, Varok Saurfang... At this moment in time, who is your enemy?"

at first, all the boy-king earns himself is a snort. saurfang can’t deny that he’s RIGHT, they both know that. anduin is certainly not varian, of this he is painfully aware; if it were VARIAN taking him prisoner, varok would not be alive to make the observation. strangely enough, he does not feel as he perhaps should, imprisoned behind enemy lines after having been left there for dead. there is SPITE growing in his heart, a familiar feeling — but on this occasion, it is not reserved for the alliance.

❛ my ENEMY? ❜ he asks, his voice a growl on tusked lips. saurfang’s enemies are not few. but at this point, it is a HARD question to answer. his enemy does not lie with the horde — they are his people. he has fought in the name of the horde and its core beliefs for a very long time. his son DIED for the horde, even when it was ruled by an orc not worth dying for. to renounce it all, as he suspects anduin will expect him to do, is almost CERTAINLY out of the question... isn’t it?

his hands, mighty and strong and able to crush any human’s head like a melon, twitch from where they reside in his lap. his voice is a spit of VENOM when he speaks again, as though the words are bitter and harsh in his mouth like ACID.