#belgoroth

[riessestarsinger]

The Past Looms Up

There was a chill in the night air as Riesse sat perched on the stone balustrade surrounding the small balcony just outside her bedroom. Goose bumps laced her arms though she was more than sure they were caused by more than the chill in the air. Her petite, curvy frame drew strength from the stone at her back as she leaned against the manor home, face tilted toward the stars. "Gods above, please help me.." The whispered prayer offered up to any who would listen was shakily uttered, broken by the quiver of her voice. Earlier that evening, Riesse had been enjoying an outting with her new friends, Christabela and Aeydark Bal'annor. She'd even met yet another friend of theirs, a cheeky Troll introduced to her as Jal'eh. The Mage fondly recalled the ease of talking with them, the inherient way the married couple put her at ease without them being aware of how hard it was for the woman to be in the company of so many strangers. For so long Riesse had warred with her emotions and the shear terror of people around her realizing just how 'different' she was. Most times, she was sure that the 'mask' she wore was securely in place. But, this night...the mask had been ripped from her, laying bare her heart.

As the evening began to wane, Riesse bid her friends farewell in the hopes of speaking to them again soon. She was sure they'd be willing to discuss helping with some of the problems she was now facing as the Farm had grown to the size of a small village. Barely had she taken a step when her eyes caught sight of him. Disbelief and utter shock rooted her feet to the stairs. She couldn't move as the very breath she breathed was knocked from her. The world around her fell from existence and in that moment, only Belgoroth remained. "It can't be..." Her mind spoke. "He's...dead.. it's an illusion born of some slumbering pain waking.." And then he spoke her name. Reeling, memories whirled up, a cyclone capturing her, twisting her and reining mass confusion in her mind and within her heart. She felt the blood drain from her face. Anguish raced through her veins just as it had done night she and her brother, Rook, had finally laid to rest the notion Bel would ever return. Their hearts had accepted the Fates decree, Bel was dead.

Raw emotiion burned her throat and tears stung her eyes as she moved to speak with the man that had once sworn his blade and heart to protect her. Her Champion. She had lost her heart to him that day, so very long ago, in the Row when his body shielded hers from the havoc being wrought around them. She ached to touch his scarred face, to assure herself this wasn't the torturous nightmare she believed herself to be caught up in. Scalding tears ran unchecked down her face as his touch hit home and she lay her own hands on the face she had only dreamt about for so many years now. Shattered by the loss of him, her heart had crumbled into a million shards of anguished brokeness, never quite healing again. Now, he was back and the wall she'd built around her heart camecrashing down around her. “I can’t do this again...”She whimpered as he brought her into his arms. 

[sanguinesorceress]

The Final Feat

[ Continued from Of Aberrations and Abnormalities Part One & Two. ]

The Ebon sank to a knee, a hand clutching the wounds across his chest as the other enclosed around the stone.  “It is finished,” he whispered in a weak voice as a chill ran up his spine knowing whom he was about to see once more.

O’er the dale and through the wood, Wanders the Devil in a scarlet hood, Footsteps sinking into peat and loam, Scorch the earth upon which she roams.

Unleash a curse as one speaks her name, Malakortana, the disastrous dame, Who dare to summon such a monster, To feast her eyes upon the slaughter?

The deed was done.

The fabled beast lay motionless in a pool of its own life essence, and kneeling before it was the Ebon Knight who had silenced all three of its enchanted tongues.  Many had come before him seeking to vanquish the beast, and many had fallen.  The thunder hydra grew fattened as it feasted upon the corpses of ‘warriors’ who now littered the floor of its lair with shattered armor and broken bones.  The metallic tinge of blood thickened the air trapped within the cave, rising its acrimonious steam upward from the fresh corpse, but entangled with that of Belgoroth’s and beast’s scent was that of another.

“You had help...” announced Malakortana as she drifted to the Ebon’s side, “...and to think I believed you would be able to vanquish it on your own.  How disappointing.”

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[wolf-queen]

[Inspiration Tune]

“Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say

and those memories come back to haunt me.

They haunt me like a curse.”

                                  ☠   Northrend Haunts  ❄

[Probably by far my favorite thing I’ve done so far. I’m so proud of this.]

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[wolf-queen]

[Inspiration Tune]

[ Beginning to understand I don’t have a life. Another edit for Belgoroth. One more to come cause ... reasons. Enjoy.]

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[sanguinesorceress]

Talk about us! Bel/nain

Their first impression of your muse:

Belgoroth: “A tormented soul with the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was a wayward animal seeking a delicate hand to soothe his agony.”

Nainoa: “The Frost Wolf is a predator lurking through the woods in search of a Red Hood to sate his hunger.”

Their impression of your muse now:

Belgoroth: “He desires only to do right by the ones he cares for. A Hero in need of a cause, is a wasted hero indeed.  If he is not bringing justice to the wronged, then he has wronged himself above all others.”

Nainoa: “A true Alpha, he seeks to serve his desires above all others, and will stop at nothing until he has devoured every... last... tasty... morsel, leaving meagre scraps for the scavengers nearby.  That is, if they are fortunate enough to catch him feeling generous.”

Something they dislike about your muse:

Belgoroth: “His self-loathing clouds his better judgement, making him weak when he holds the potential to become something greater.

Nainoa: “On the flip side of the coin, the Frost Wolf’s arrogance and lack of consideration for consequence may lead him into unfavorable situations.  If he is not cautious, his next meal might become his last.”   

Something they like about your muse:

Belgoroth: “His loyalty is absolute.  Once he has deemed you to be an ally, he will lay his life down for you without so much as a second thought or question.

Nainoa: “While Nainoa is a savage beast, he is also a clever one.  Sly is the wolf who sidesteps the trap, only to lead his prey into its awaiting iron jaws.  

How they feel about your muse:

Belgoroth: “Unfortunately, I have no use for such a weak man.  However, with Nainoa’s confidence and assurance, he will become the valiant Hero he has always dreamed of being... the very same one the world already knew he was.”

Nainoa: “Now this one I can see many uses for.  Unfortunately, he is a bit too unstable... even for my taste.  With Belgoroth’s resolute dedication, he will be able to temper that insatiable hunger long enough to ensure he survives the eternity for which he has been bound to this wretched world.”

Something they are hiding from your muse: "Everything that is not relevant to the ‘task’ at hand.  Patience and adherence will be rewarded, but I have yet to be convinced they can co-operate long enough to agree on something.”

Something they wish they could tell your muse:

Belgoroth: “You give up too easily.”

Nainoa: “You do not know when to give up.”

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[sanguinesorceress]

Belgoroth and the Sorceress

Continued from here.

“One creature…” she mused with a sinfully wicked grin, “…two heads.  While it can be problematic, its existence is not an impossibility.  There are creatures in nature that have learned to adapt to the logistics of your situation.  The hydra, chimera, and the corehound to name a few.”  A single ashen digit was curled under his chin as she closed the remainder of the gap between them.  Those perilous lips were now close, dangerously close to his as her voice dipped to naught but a whisper.  "I can teach you to co-exist, where neither one nor the other assumes control, but both, as a single entity.“

At this proximity, he would not feel the chill of the grave, but an infernal heat instead that seemingly radiated from her very core.  It was both unnatural and unsettling, then again, everything about the woman before him could be described as such.  He would feel the heat of her breath washing over his skin as she continued.  "Each of the aforementioned creatures are a menacing adversary, one to be revered as they strike terror in the hearts and minds of their foes.”  Drawing closer still, she pressed those onyx tiers to his ear.  "You hold the potential to become something greater, something… more than a chained dog at the mercy of its master’s leash.“  That last statement was directed at both the man before her and the Dire Wolf within.

Withdrawing entirely, the Sorceress once again allowed a gap to settle between them and she focused an abyssal stare into his lichfire eyes.  At the mention of meeting the Dire Wolf, she shook her head.  "In due time…” she explained, “…but it is neither the right place or the right moment.”  It was not out of fear, nor was it out of insult that she denied the encounter. She had given them both a great deal to consider, and she knew it was unwise to agitate a caged beast by rattling its bars.  "Time waits for no one… fortunately for creatures such as you and I, the shifting sands hold no sway over us.“

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