#conciliumguild

[twilightsmmobabies]

Well hey look its Salinne and she’s gotten a bit of a redesign since we’ve seen her last lol. She looks more like a goblin than an elf but she’s an elf okay. Well, she’s a dragon but her disguise counts as an elf.

She’s short and muscular and she’ll eat you out of house and home and then try to fight you.

[twilightsmmobabies]

FITE HER.

[hexwolf]

A Blind Search

Flashes of verdant lightning streaked across the sky, shrouded in dark clouds rolling with thunder. Billowing plumes of ash blotted out what little of the midday sunlight broke through the cloudy sky, bathing the world below in stark hues of green and blood orange. Legion ships floated listlessly through the air some miles away, their awful drone audible even this far away as a pair of dragons rode an updraft along the coast. Xanthir led the way. With Gilneas in sight - pale and grey upon the horizon ahead - he checked for Kyiare in his peripheral vision as he banked left, angling inland on their way south as they approached their destination.

Even from so far away, his keen eyes could see the devastation the Legion had wrought across Silverpine. Great clouds of ash and green vapor curled up toward the sky from still smoking ruins. He dipped, flying lower as they headed toward the mountains north of the little town of Hearth's Reach – or rather, the smoking crater that once was Hearth's reach. Glancing around the land as they flew lower, Kyiare sped up for a moment to fly at Xanthir's side.

"You said it was around here?”

“It used to be,” Xanthir replied, his voice as soft as the noise of the wind and ships would allow.

He dove, wings angling to redirect the airflow over them, bending inward to his body as he slipped earthwards through the air, smooth as an eel. He fanned his wings again and swung his hindlegs forward as he approached a rocky outcrop at the summit of the cliffs overlooking the destroyed town. His hind feet touched down first, and he beat his wings to steady the landing; his rudder like tail sweeping up for balance.

There was ample space for the two dragons to land on the clifftop. Xanthir folded his wings and sat, peering down at the ruins of the town below as he waited for Kyiare to join him. His companion slowed down considerably by the lack of his left foreleg; something Xanthir did his best not to watch; as much as he admired Kyiare and how he handled himself with his disability, he knew any attention given to it would only make him self conscious. Instead he kept his eyes on the town below.

The meteoric landing of Infernals had caused much of the structural damage, and Fel flames fanning their way through the streets had done much of the rest. What were once functioning homes were now little more than burnt out husks, the dark wooden beams that once supported them now groaned and squeaked as they stubbornly held their shape.

“It seems our new allies found themselves in the Legion's crosshairs sooner than even I anticipated,” he stretched his neck, peering closer, “and yet I see few bodies below. Perhaps at least some, if not all, of the townsfolk made it out.”

"Any idea where they would've gone?" Kyiare asked, hopping closer to take a better look.

“They have no allegiance to the Undercity, so my sources tell me, so they will likely travel east. Judging by the state of the town, and those,” he glanced over at the nearest Legion ship, floating some miles away now, “atrocities, the attack is not long passed. With civilians, the Legion at their backs? I would not put them far out of Hillsbrad, if they have even ventured beyond it.” A low sound thrummed within Xanthir's chest; soft and sonorous. The developments troubling him deeply. Kyiare's gentle voice interrupted his thoughts after a brief, pregnant silence.

"Should we go look, or should we inform the others first?"

Xanthir responded with a short huff of air from his nose, frowning in thought for a moment.

“Let us call together what of the Concilium we can,” he replied, “we will search for them in the evening.”

[kurai-no-bara]

wip but i’m v proud so i felt the need to share my dragon oc’s dragon form yes i’m shameless

[kurai-no-bara]

took a break from all the damn vent art in my folder to draw a dragon yes

[twilightsmmobabies]

TMI Tuesday!

I’ve recently moved and whatnot so things are hectic at best - but hey, that doesn’t mean you can’t stop asking questions! Throw me some stuff and I’ll get to it when I can, NSFW or not!

[kurai-no-bara]

KISS from the good ol' Egg - but I dunno who :D!

Rolled randomly for everythingg, i could have sworn I answered this last night but here ya go Egg~

26. Pulse Kiss

Interesting.

The bronze dragon peered at the downed human, elven visage scrunching up in irritation and curiosity.  Kneeling down, well now was that blood?, Eiraenos scanned the other for injury.  Under the armor perhaps then?  Was the wolf-touched human even still alive?  A little carelessly, Eira lifted one limp, heavy arm up, clasping tight.

Pausing only slightly, Eiraenos pressed his lips against the inside of the other’s wrist.  This close he could feel the fluttering beat of a mortal heart.

Alive then.  Spectacular.

With a breathy sigh, Eiraenos’ emerald eyes gleamed dark amber, the touch of his lips igniting in forceful healing magic.  A light smirk tilted his lips as the magic ran its painful course and he released the wrist from his touch.

A pained murmur reach his ears and Eira grinned down at the drowsy worgen.

Yes, interesting.  He wondered if he could keep such an oddity.

[thenaaru]

29 for any oc in particular

I’ll do this for Meleeta!

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?

Mel is a very motherly type. Upon finding out someone’s fear she would attempt to comfort them and she would be very aware of making sure that they were never confronted with it unnecessarily. Momleeta wants to take care of everyone and she’ll do everything she can to do keep them safe.