#baelas

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Baelas is proud of her fierce Darkspear heritage? Who told you that? 

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First post on a new blog yay meet my gang bang toons lmao Baelas, Nihael, Rihael and Dantalon.

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I am hella sentimental ok Baelas is losing Hati so i just flew all over Broken Isles to take take pictures with her and just watch her howl and cause a mini lightning storm 

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you have to kiss her once u see her sorry i dont make the rules 

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It had taken some time for her to come to terms with her specialty. When she had first discovered the call of the wild within herself, she had been thrilled. She would go to the dunes, her small feet with wide toes gripping the pebbles and coarse sand as she trekked up the hills, looking for beasts she could test herself with. It was one thing to be able to feel the beasts around her but having one as a companion was still something she struggled to master. 

It had been taxing, the first few times. She had come across a few other creatures burrowing or idling about the dunes but none of them called to her. She had tried it though, creeping as close to a scorpid as she dared while it was busy skittering its way across the sand. She hunched patiently but thinking about the sharp pincers made her hesitant to stretch her hand out. She ended up doing it, hands shaking, eyes trained on the scorpid. A while had passed but it paid no attention to her and she felt a slight sense of relief followed by frustration. It might not have been her preferred companion but wasn't she supposed to feel in tune with all beasts, critters and winged creatures that roamed across the lands?

 When the sun had started to dip, Baelas was blessed to see a lone raptor roaming the sands. She approached it tentatively with her arms outstretched, willing it to bond with her. The raptor tilted its head, studying her with its gleaming eye, mouth slightly parted and baring its teeth. She then crouched low, every muscle in her arms taut at the effort it took to keep her arms stretched ahead of her. The raptor took a step towards her causing her heart to skip a beat because finally, finally, it was happening. The call hadn't been false. She let out the breath of air she had been holding as the raptor craned its neck to sniff her blue fingers. After a few beats, she dared to move her fingers across the scaly snout, feeling the hot puffs of air fan over her fingers as the raptor sniffed and snorted across her palms. She made a small move to crawl closer to it but the raptor suddenly lifted its head, the pupils of its eyes turning to thin slits as it let out a low growl before turning and running away. Her legs gave out as she watched her raptor jump over a small outcrop of rocks and head further towards the rocky dunes. She breathed in the cloud of burned sand the raptor's claws had stirred up in its wake and let the disappointment roll over her. She felt the hot tears roll down her cheeks and made no attempt to wipe them off. Out here, there was no one to stay strong for. Little as she was, she knew what it felt to feel alone and frustrated. The back of her neck prickled with sweat as she feel her body get  hot at the  thought of going back to her village without a true companion trailing behind her.

 Troll callused feet are meant to endure the harshest of terrains but her feet had started hurting; sharp stabs of pain shooting up her calves after every few steps. She trudged back to her village, trying not to drag her feet as she saw the curved, sun bleached wood marking the entrance to her village. The villagers were out on the steps of their huts, some braiding their children's hair, some standing around talking among themselves while others sipping on the warm stew that had been made from that day's fresh crab meat. Her stomach knotted at the scent of food but it was barely registered. Baelas had made up her mind to avoid everything and everyone and make her way to her hut. Her father was perched on the steps, his spear glinting with oil he had put on it to stop it from rusting. His braids were stiff with something red and the war pattern on his face had faded and streaks of black ran down his bare chest. Baelas thought to ask her father if something had happened; something dire enough for him to put on his patterns but thought against it. He looked up at her, his tusks inches away from her face and grinned and she found her self smiling back a sad little twist of her lips.

"It be takin' its time with ya", he huffed out. Baelas snarled back, her still forming tusks barely peeking out her lips. She didn’t want her father to think of her as a late bloomer.He moved to the side of the step he was on and waited for her to sit beside him. Baelas did so after waiting a few seconds. There was no point in being petulant. "Give it time," he said and put her arm around her. She leaned in, letting her father's reassurance blanket over her. She smelled in the faint scent of old blood and sweat and felt her spirits lifting. Her father was right; it would happen.

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Pillows and Orders

Ringlets of blonde hair framed her face, practically veiling her in a curtain of it as she leaned down over the frame next to her and smiled rather happily.

"It's an odd thing to see you looking at me like that you know."

"And exactly how is it you would know how I am looking at you with your eyes closed?" She asked in response, fingers running through ghost-white hair that fanned out a bit. 

He chuckled, and peeked one eye open, fel green bleeding way slowly to the yellow glow within them. He knew that she could feel the draw upon the well of Light within her, and grinned. "That's because I always know how you look, even if I am taking a nap." He shifted then, lifting up to bring a hand to touch her cheek, calloused fingers brushing along soft skin. "Because I always enjoy seeing those looks on your face."

"We both know you couldn't possibly really like having an old woman like me around you." She stated, eyes glancing away but for a moment. They flicked back to him when she heard the loud bellow of laughter come from him. "Don't laugh at me Iskren."

"I am. And I will, because I couldn't care less about your so-called age, my dear." Leaning in, his lips neared her own as his voice lowered. "I only care about the woman who managed to make this bear feel life again. I've always cared about you Lady Nara..." Their lips neared even more...

"Iskren..."

"Iskren..."

"ISKREN! WAKE UP!"

A large pillow was brought down hard upon the slumbering Elf's head, causing him to grumble in both surprise and annoyance. Unsurprisingly to him, it was left there, and his arm shifted to lay across his abdomen. "... Yes Tally?" He asked, muffled slightly beneath the pillow.

The furs atop the man's lower half were moved a bit while she took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Goodness, you are always so difficult to wake up from sleeping. Why did I ever agree to move in with you?"

"Because it was ordered from Pride so that we could keep you safe... and because I needed someone to look after me. We both know that healing Pride is out of the question for you, even if your Light is forced and corrupted so to spea--"

"Don't say that." She interrupted, scowling a bit while a hand moved up to play with her hair. 

"... Sorry." His word came ungarbled, the pillow having now been moved and he shifted to lean on an elbow, propped up and topless. Groaning a bit, he moved to sit upright, a hand pressing onto the back of his neck while jerking his head left and right slowly. "Anyways. What's the problem that you have to wake me up?"

"A...um.. thing came in for you."

"Orders?"

"No, not this time. It was a blade. From The Madame."

That alone caused his heart to still for a moment, before it thundered with life again. 

"And we've got orders to mobilize into Draenor now. Baelas is on the Orb." 

Iskren sighed audibly, waiting for his house mate to move before rising out of bed.

"GODS ISKREN! PUT ON SOME PANTS!" She shrieked at him, turning and stomping out of his room with an audible huff.

"Not my fault you're only about the women!" He called out, chuckling lazily and glancing about his room. He still didn't know how Tally did it, wading in here, waking him and leaving while avoiding the number of bottles that were once filled with liquor and medical liquids strewn about. Sighing, the Bear stalked towards the chair, swearing over the many bottles he knocked about with each step, and grabbed the soft linen pants to draw them on.

Finally he walked out towards the stairs and down them, yawning loudly and coming to stand beside Tally, who was still dressed in her night gown, similarly ghost-white hair framing her face and going down to her shoulders.

"Mmn... Baelas, do you really have to wake us up so early?" Iskren asked lazily, staring at the holo-form of the Elenviel Advisor.

"Correction, that would be waking you up early. It is currently well beyond the twelfth hour in the day. I've orders for you from the Citadel and from Lord Pride."

"... Well shit.. What, he wants us to go sack a town or something?"

"Something like that. Orders are for the Aegis twins to begin preparations for transportation through the ley lines into Draenor, and organizing a raiding party to begin assaulting Iron Horde, Elven, and Alliance outposts."

"Wait," Tahlvanna interrupted. "he wants us to attack Alliance? I don't even understand the reasoning for that. The Elven commanders and agents of Quel'thalas, I get. But, the Alliance?"

"I do not pretend to understand the point of it. But I believe he intends to stir the forces into activity. Your armors have been repaired, and will be awaiting you at the drop points highlighted in the letter I sent you."

"Alright." Iskren nodded, caring rather little about this. "We'll be there. Aegis Twins out." He remarked, watching the orb diminish in glowing.

"You're going along with this?"

"Of course I am. Orders are orders. Pride gave us a lot. He saved my life, you both saved my life. That's all that matters."

"And what about this Madame?"

"He never said we couldn't bring company... I feel we should form a warband out of it. How about that?"

Tahlvanna gave a slight giggle. "Maybe. Now you need to go wash up and get dressed, I'll not have my 'twin' making me look bad in my return to Silvermoon... Besides, I'm hungry." She mused.

"Very well... Very well..." He mumbled, fingers scratching at the side of his scalp. Yet... all he could personally think of, was a certain woman he needed to try and find again and explain his rather lengthy absence...

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