VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗
"Oi, Rae’s freaky-lookin’, ain’t he? Big pale glowin’ goat-man? Pretty jarrin’, if’n I’m bein’ honest. But he’s got a good smile an’ pretty well-toned physique ‘bout ‘im. I like lookin’ at ‘im well ‘nough.”
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗
"I mean... we ain’t enemies, aye? Rae’s good people, we chat an’ git along well ‘nough. Good lad, that one.”
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗
“Aye, so... been with ‘im b’fore an’ dunnae regret it. Bigger’n I’m really used to, but he were considerate o’ that. Gentle with me, but still made me feel wot he were workin’ with, aye? Ain’t a fuck I’m soon t’ ferget, aye? I’d do it again, if’n he offered. But I’m more interested in th’ new experiences. Already got a Raetos-sized notch in m’belt, y’know?”
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔
"Hehe, so... dunnae take this th’ wrong way, ‘r nothin’, but... Raetos ain’t really th’ sort y’ try an’ date. Th’ lads wot y’might call a himbo. Pretty ‘nough t’ look at, feels good between yer legs, but I dunnae see no one makin’ any kind o’ future with ‘im. Them shiney tattoos’re th’ brightest thing ‘bout ‘im, fer sure. Thank th’ Titans he’s pretty, or life’d be real fuckin’ hard fer’im.”
📂 - Maybe one for each character? Or whichever muse strikes your fancy right now! :D
I heard “one for each”, and I will oblige!
Argonas never trusted Orcs. Not even at the beginning. He only speaks orcish for this reason - he’s a paranoid individual! He started studying it on Draenor, fearful that the Orcs would turn on his people during swap meets and such he’d attend. He though he’d never EVER admit it aloud, he secretly feels somewhat... vindicated... that he was right all along!
Avehi can sleep, but since she doesn’t need to, she chooses not to. Not only is she plagued with nightmares if she tries, but she’s so used to not knowing - or caring - what time of day it is thanks to her spending most of her life on Draenor in Shadowmoon Valley. She loves the night sky anyway, so not needing to sleep is an absolute win for her!
Bey’ron does have a soft side, contrary to popular belief! But it’s really hard to prove it! Case in point, he anonymously sponsors both a homeless shelter and an orphanage in Eversong. Both were set up separately following the destruction of the Sunwell, and provide food, beds, and safety for anyone who needs it. No tangible connection exists between him and these two establishments, of course. But he feels it’s imperative for elves in need to have some manner of jumping-off-point to get back up when life knocks them down.
Brent window-shops for blades very often. He loves examining unique and artistic bladecraft, and can sometimes - rarely - be seen at bazaars or swap meets examining various knives and swords. That being said, he’s never bought one. Where he got the blades he uses now is a mystery for another prompt... :P
Dahlyah was eaten by a dragon once! Well, not really, but she likes to tell people that! The truth is she was on a hunt once for black drakes back during the Blackrock conflict, and one swooped down and chomped down on her! Her dark iron chainmail kept the dragon’s razor-sharp teeth from cutting through all the way, but she still has the bite marks on her abdomen and torso from the incident! She managed to fire off a few shrapnel rounds down its neck to shred its innards and escape certain death. And the ensemble she wears now is made with scales from that very drake!
Gattius is a sucker for Eversong Scout cookies! He can’t pass up an opportunity to buy a box or two every time they’re out selling them! He has such a hard time saying no to those sweet, smiling faces! It’s only gotten worse since becoming a father, too! Right now, he has one entire supply closet in his office full of unopened boxes of cookies he’s bought over the past few months! It’s labeled “Needles and Syringes” to keep Syrielle from looking inside and finding them! Don’t tell her!
Grakkar pees sitting/squatting down. Don’t judge.
Tyrellius found the hardest thing about becoming a Demon Hunter to be the horns! He’s adapted well enough to “seeing” differently. And he’s even comfortable with his body changing and shifting during various metamorphoses. But those pesky horns... he’ll forget he has them more often than not when reaching up to scratch his head or adjust his mask. They seem to surprise him every time he brushes a hand against them... or brushes THEM against something else! Still, he can’t bring himself to file them down or try and reshape them. When he remembers they’re there, he definitely likes them!
Thanks for the prompt, @nocturnedreaming! ^^ @syrielle for mention!
Does your muse steal clothing from their partner? (Dahlya)
Yes and no. If she can get away with it, Dahlyah will take "trophies" from her various partners. She does this blatantly and obviously enough that any protest is heard and heeded, usually earning them with a line like "Somethin' t'remember yeh by." Most of what she has are beard ornaments and mug handles from dwarven lovers, but recently scored a nice hairpin from a ren'dorei, an anchor charm from a Kul Tiran, and a scarf from a Stormwindian human.
Unbeknownst to most, Bey’ron briefly had a criminal record! During a visit to Stratholme, the Magister was arrested for unlicensed solicitation when he allegedly tried to sell an old spellbook he no longer needed to a magic-adept human woman. A misunderstanding, surely. He was fined 200 gold by some rather xenophobic and crooked city guards, and was restricted from the city for two week’s time. Stratholme burned in that two-week window, and any record of the “criminal offense” was lost. Nonetheless, the event has altered his opinion of humans overall.
Speaking of the law, Bey’ron is actually a lawyer by trade! He studied the subject extensively both locally in Silvermoon and in Dalaran for a broader-kingdom perspective on the subject. He was licensed to practice not only in Quel’Thalas but additionally in all human kingdoms and Ironforge. He hasn’t tried, obviously, but on paper he may still be able to do public defense work in the dwarven capital!
Dahlyah:
Dahlyah entered military service at a young age - only fourteen! Desperate for food and shelter after her father vanished, she lied about how old she was in order to join the Anvilrage Reservists. The Reservist Corps provided her lodging and food during her time with them, as well as combat and survival training that’s still helping her to this day!
Dahlyah met Queen Moira Thaurissan back when she was still Moira Bronzebeard! Once she was captured from Redridge and brought to Blackrock Mountain, Moira was restricted to a holding quarters. And as one of only a handful seasoned female Reservists, Dahlyah was tasked to guard the prisoner for a brief period during the Princess’ in-processing. She remembers being greatly impressed by Moira, and how unfazed she was even in the face of being detained deep below “enemy territory”. Somewhat reflexively, Dahlyah asked if Moira needed anything, to which Moira replied “Dunnae worry ‘bout me, lass. Won’t be stayin’ long.”
Dahlyah Grimshatter takes aim and fires off a shot into the lake! In the distance, a green bottle sent floating off towards the shoreline shatters!
Catisa Wells tilted her head to the side as she watched Dahlyah curiously, "You're certainly a good shot, Miss Dahlyah." She giggled and wandered over to join the woman.
“--Hm? Oi, thank yeh! Been pullin' triggers since I were jus' a wee lass o' nine.”
"Nine? My father would barely let me use the shears at that age." She snickered, "Then again it seems everyone had a far more colorful upbringing than I did."
Dahlyah Grimshatter holsters the weapon, before hopping down off the bridge railing. "M'father dinnae 'ave too stellar o' plans fer me, frankly. Weren't 'is place t' stop me." she shrugs.
Catisa Wells frowned at that and turned to face her as she folded her arms across her chest, "I am sorry to hear that, it doesn't sound like you had much of a fun childhood."
“Dunane mean t' bore yeh with it, lass. Or bum yeh out by talkin' 'bout it. Point is, been shootin' a while, aye?” Dahlyah Grimshatter grinned wickedly, “Wot's got yeh out an' 'bout, then?”
Catisa Wells smiled faintly, "I just wanted some fresh air... I heard the shooting and came to investigate. It's not something you hear often in this area." She tilted her head and offered Dahlyah a reassuring giggle. "How did your hunt go? I never got the chance to ask."
Dahlyah Grimshatter cheery smirk falters a bit. "--Ah, er... went fine." she nods once. "Tried capturin' th' beastie, like we 'ad talked, if'n yeh recall? But, er…” She shakes her head, and shrugs.
A warm smile spread across Catisa's features as she reached over to place a light touch upon the woman's shoulder, "I remember... I'm sorry you had to take a life, but don't fret. Sometimes it's not always so simple. I'm glad you appear to have come back unharmed more than anything."
“Aye, I ain't damaged none. Ridley neither, thank th' elements. But I ain't all too upset 'bout takin' a life, lass. I take lives like a corehound takes flamin' shites. Aye?” Dahlyah Grimshatter shakes her head, brow furrowing. "I tried, y'know? Tried doin' wot it were we was talkin' 'bout. Snaggin' th' beastie fer study an' all. All fer nothin'.”
Catisa Wells nodded her understanding and blew a lock of loose hair free from her features as she leaned back against the stone walls of the bridge. "I know what you mean. Some avenues of research play out like that all together, except it can take years." She sighed and offered the woman a tired smile, "Nothing cuts deeper than lost time, after all."
Dahlyah Grimshatter tucks her thumbs beneath her belt buckle, as she joins Catisa in leaning up against the wall. "Oi, aye. Makes me think it weren't worth th' effort. Should've jus' done wot I were plannin' an' gone fer th' kill from th' git-go." she huffs. “Jus' dinnae wanna disappoint yeh…”
Catisa Wells arched a brow as she looked to Dahlyah, "Me?" She seemed surprised, "W-why me?" A nervous chuckle escaped her and she quickly moved a hand to cover her features as she blushed. "I didn't mean to, um, mislead you and waste your time trying to catch it..." Her eyes shifted down to her feet and she began to fidget in place.
“--Huh? Oh, uh... no, I dinnae mean…” Dahlyah Grimshatter clears her throat. "It weren't like... -that-... Y'jus' made some good points, I thought, aye? An' I were hopin' t' share th' good news with yeh once I bagged th' beastie 'live. That, er... that's all.” She nods once, breaking her fiery gaze away.
A sigh of relief escaped the fledgeling mage, "Oh good, I was afraid you were upset with me for suggesting such a thing." She let her hand fall to her chest and smiled sweetly to the huntress. "But the only good news I needed was to know that my friend made it back safely from her hunt!"
“--Aye, no, aye... I'm made o' stern stuff, lass.” Dahlyah Grimshatter shakes her head. "I weren't mad at yeh fer nothin'. Jus' disappointed in m'self."
Catisa Wells shook her head, raven locks shifting from side to side with the movement. "You should be proud. You tried. That's more than most of your colleagues or competition or however you might view them would ever do. And that's a victory all by itself, isn't it?" She smirked, "Sometimes you have to give yourself credit for trying to do what others probably wouldn't, what you think is the right thing, even if others don't agree with you. Otherwise who would?"
Dahlyah Grimshatter looks to Catisa, brow raised. "Y'think so? I mean... I like t' think I follow a pretty good code o' ethics, aye? I ain't ne'er tried snipin' a mark that weren't mine. Nor take earnin's out from another bounty hunter. Killed plenty o' marks, but none wot dinnae deserve it, reckon. She shrugs. "Kinna like that?"
Catisa Wells shrugged, "I wouldn't presume to know about people. That's a whole realm I hope to never cross into, but regarding beasts at least I don't think they go out of their way to be malicious." A hand covered her lips as she giggled once more, "I would probably be a pretty terrible bounty hunter, I wouldn't ever want to kill a mark."
“E'en if it were a bandit? Or one seekin' t' cause harm t' innocents? Them's th' marks I try an' go fer, m'self.”
Catisa Wells looked out over the water, towards the hills in the distance with an idle smirk upon her lips. "I would be too busy trying to capture them alive so I can find out why. As far as I'm concerned there's always a reason for their actions. Call me an idealist, but if the bandit is stealing from others it's likely because they have no other means to survive so they have to take it from others who do. For one seeking to cause harm to others, why would they wish to do so? Were they hurt themselves or were they hired to do so?" She shrugged lightly with a snicker at herself. "I suppose that's just who I am, I would rather know things so I could understand it better and do something to make a difference about it."
Dahlyah Grimshatter nods slowly, offering a weak smile. "Suppose that's one way o' thinkin'. Ain't a wrong way, but... prone t' git hurt one wat'r another, reckon. There ain't always a reason wot can be figured an' corrected, lass. Not in my experience. Sometimes... folks're jus' malicious an' cruel.”
Catisa Wells chuckled and shook her head, "And that's probably the reason I wouldn't be able to have a career like that." She giggled, "I would probably get myself killed!"
“Ran down a mark once, wot were a Renny. Void elf, aye? Parchments says 'e killed six people by guttin' 'em alive. Nasty fucker, this'n.” Dahlyah Grimshatter frowns, as she recounts the story. "Tracked th' sum'bitch up t' Alterac, found 'im hidin' out in' one o' th' run down towers. Ridley's got 'im by th' leg, an' 'e's practically sniffin' th' gunpowder out m' barrel. Right then I ask 'im... "Why? Why'd y' kill them people like that?" An' y'know wot th' bastard said t' me?” Dahlyah Grimshatter shakes her head, frowning deeper. "Said 'e liked hearin' th' screams they made when 'e cut int'a 'em. Fed 'im lead, right then'n there. An' I'd do it again.” She pulls a small flash from behind her belt, and takes a swig. "... Sorry, lass. Weren't th' most pleasant story, were it? Dinnae mean t' bring yeh down, none."
Catisa Wells furrowed her brow and shook her head again, "I just can't fathom that..." She sighed, "Even in the face of all that I think I would still be asking why. People don't just decide to do that for no reason, they don't just decide to be evil without a cause." Her lips pulled downward in a frown, "It's alright, Miss Dahlyah. I apologize if I seem bothered, it's just something I'm not used to having to deal with."
“Well, if'n yeh ask me, somethin' y' best git used t'. Unpleasant as it is... this world's got evil in it. An' we dunnae always got time t' sort out wot went'n made it so, aye?” Dahlyah Grimshatter takes another swig from her flask, before holding it out in an offer to Catisa.
Catisa Wells held out a hand to politely decline with a faint smile offered, "Perhaps, though I'd like to think that's why there are people like me and then there are others who do what they can to deal with it like yourself while those answers are figured out. Without each other we wouldn't get anywhere, but together change is made over time. That evil may exist and won't go away, one cataclysmic event after another, but efforts to improve our situation never cease."
“... Huh. Interestin'... might take both types, yer sayin'? T' make th' world a better place?”
Catisa Wells nodded, "Mmhmm! While I would hesitate in the face of something you wouldn't, someone like me might know something that could help in some way." She beamed to Dahlyah, "I want to understand and learn everything I can during this life. Who knows what we
could achieve!"
Dahlyah Grimshatter smiles warmly at that and nods once to Catisa. "Aye. Well... when y' put it that way, we make a damn fine team, aye?" she chuckles.
Catisa Wells giggled, "We do!" She exclaimed with a wink to Dahlyah, "If you ever need me to help you study something, just let me know! I'd be more than happy to help. Maybe I'll just stay away from advising you about how to do your hunting instead." An embarrassed laugh escaped her.
Dahlyah Grimshatter shakes her head, still chuckling. "Nae, lass! Yer input were valid, an' appreciated! I dinnae think 'bout wot added good would come 'bout from takin' th' beastie alive, aye? Besides th' up in payout, 'course." she grins. “It were my fault, fer puttin' my expectations so high up. Set m'self up fer th' disappointment, aye? Keep advisin', lass. I'll jus' try an' be more mindful o' worst case versus best case.”
Catisa Wells grinned, "Of course! Maybe next time you have a situation like that one I could join you and learn how it is from your perspective, for a change!" Her gaze rose to the evening sky and pushed herself off of the stone wall, "It's getting a bit late and I need to meet Miss Silverfield for our job board mission. Will I see you at the end of the week for our next excursion?"
Dahlyah Grimshatter nodded once. "Aye, lass. If'n I'm slated fer it, I'll try an' see yeh there. If not, suppose we'll figure out another way t' work t'gether out in th' field, aye? Would like that." she smiles.
"Likewise!" She giggled and offered a happy wave, "See you soon!"
What is your muse’s favorite place(s) to be touched? For Dahlyah.
Non-sexually? Her feet, for sure. A good food massage to work out tension and stress always feels so good! She enjoys soaking them in hot springs, and scrubbing them down with pumice stones - no shortage of those in a volcano!
Sexually, though... any tender attentions between her legs-- inner thighs, lower pelvis, under-cheeks, all right up to the main event.
What is one area they could use improvement in during sex? For Dahl.
Honestly, she’s sort of a jack-of-all-trades, master of none. She’s adventurous, but inexperienced. So it’s hard to single one area out, since there are little things she could do to improve on all fronts; from oral to topping, seduction and self-servicing. Given more practice and partners, a lot of her talents will improve. Hopefully, all equally!
