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// 5. What’s your favourite movie? :3

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WHY. WHY MAKE ME CHOOSE ONE?

Okay, if I’m honest it’s probably Donnie Darko because I’ve seen it so many times and still don’t know what on earth is going on. Either that or Hot Fuzz because Simon Pegg & Nick Frost movies are gold and anyone that hasn’t seen them is missing out. I like quite a lot of films though, I don’t exactly have any ‘all time’ favourites.

[kairozdormu]

✂ — a vivid memory

A chilling whisper of ice buffeted past the dragon’s plate like scales, causing the Bronze to give out a light, growl like sneeze.  Golden paws left large imprints on the white snow, marks too large for any normal being and too savage as well from each dark, blade like talon that crowned each scaly toe. The beast had wrapped his leathery wings around his large body, in hope to protect himself from the blistering, frozen wind and to preserve some warmth.

Kairoz is used to the dry, fiery heat of the Tanaris desert, so this was a new yet bizarre place. The biting frost on between his claws and the low, sub zero temperature of Dragonblight only made the dragon feel more wistful and nostalgic of Tanaris. It was so different, so foreign to be in this arctic tundra, yet it also had some similarities with he desert;  the rolling plateaus of warm, golden sand, in this case ice and snow, the vast and never ending ice, like the deserts back in Kalimdor.

He had been sent by the Timelord himself, to send an important message to the Dragonqueen in the Temple. The drake had never been to the legendary Temple, where he had heard that the Titans themselves had made such a notorious place. At first, the top of the Temple was a dark smudge against the dappled gray sky but once the Bronze started gaining his pace in excitement, his breath was caught in his throat.

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((On Mobile)) OOC & IC opinion on Jet. I know we haven't RP-ed much but I'd love to know what Syl thinks of her. Thankies ;_;

Send me a ⊗ for my thoughts OOC on your character

Rogues are great okay and Jet’s story is super interesting. I feel like I should probably read more of your roleplays and such because from what I’ve seen I absolutely adore her?

Send me a ❖ for my character’s personal thoughts about yours

Sylvanas isn’t sure of Jetista yet - she’s not particularly keen on blood elves nor rogues, but she’s quite capable of admitting that Jet is useful to her. She’s also well aware that she isn’t to be trusted, either, so she’s rather on the fence about accepting her help.

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arcane-ninja:

She could withstand the burns inflicted by mages and their magic, warlocks draining the life out of her, abominations of the Scourge spewing acidic bile on her face and the sting of a rogue orc’s coated blade paralysing her from the waist down—but not this. The rogue was clearly unnerved by the Dark Lady’s subtle reproach, causing her to avert her gaze. Then—a strangled yelp escaped her as the heel of the ranger’s boot dug deeper and brought Jetista down to her knees. Numbness spread, blurring her vision. She glared at the Banshee Queen and scoffed, “Yet the Regent Lord insists on keeping me around. He must not think highly of you. Why else would he send a crook like me to assist you in your duties?”

     Close combat was not something that Sylvanas was proficient in, yet it was not something in which she struggled nonetheless — she knew better than to let herself bow down to weakness. Any vulnerability was not to be tolerated, whether that be a weakness of the mind or something that revolved solely around her physical being; she would not become a victim again.

     ❝ The Regent Lord and I may have our difficulties, ❞ she spat, backing away from the rogue on her knees, ❝ but I’m sure his judgement is not misplaced. ❞ Despite the lack of trust she placed in the Sin’dorei in general, the help was one that was quite necessary to the Forsaken’s cause. Both arms folded across her chest as she gazed forward, eyes focussing on smoke in the distance; a worgen military encampment.

     The rogue was one of whom Sylvanas had worked with many a time before, many under-the-radar missions against the alliance that she had been instructed to go alone. Just why Lor’themar offered out his own champions to her aid may not have been a mystery, though the Banshee Queen allowed a twisted smile to grace her lips as she realised that she was not the only one who gambled with lives.

     ❝ Stand, we have much to do before sunrise. ❞

[kairozdormu]

Starter Prompt: The, uh, profanity bothers you? ((hope you don't mind my sending one of these :3))

The Bronze folded his arms against his chest, eyes narrowing into thin slits at the Sin’dorei. “Of course, it’s a rude habit.”

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STRIKE

Send “Strike” and my character will hit yours!

generated number; 14 - stamp on toe

     The rogue had not been the most loyal of Sylvanas’ trained mercenaries, but there was nothing that the Queen did not have at her disposal in order to treat such disobedience. Having summoned Jetista into her throne room, the queen of the Forsaken stood before her, cold and unforgiving as always. Glaring down at the assassin, not even so much as a smirk parted her features.

❝ Your insubordinate nature shall not be forgotten here. ❞

     Stepping forward, the ranger made sure that her foot came down hard on that of the other, twisting her heel to ensure that she was not ignored.