#dekaar

[princessroxcie]

I missed out on #Draecember2017 because real life takes priority (weddings, Christmas, omg! I’m Mrs. Winter now!) But I had to draw these two nerds. Girl meets boy, girl invites boy to partake in Archaeological shenanigans, boy almost gets eaten by a worm and smashed by a door, girl and boy are friends now. Dekaar belongs to @thegoddamnhawkman. 🤓

[princessroxcie]

Anchorite Pin-Up (with tattoos!) For some reason his waist area was fun. I’m getting more comfortable with male figures. This character belongs to @thegoddamnhawkman

[princessroxcie]

#Selfie Doodle. Crests and horns are so hard! But I’m getting the hang of them. This is good practice for me for bigger projects I have in the works. Viluune is mine, Dekaar belongs to @thegoddamnhawkman

[jessethejoyful]

♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse

Since the opening of the alternate Draenor, Shattrath City on the ordinary Draenor was very quiet. Very few adventurers frequented the run-down city - making it the perfect place for a quiet date.

Yuulis and Dekaar were very pleased to just enjoy each other’s company, after many months spent apart among the craziness of their worlds at the moment. They walked together on Aldor Rise, fingers entwined and talking, just talking. 

As the two settled down precariously on the edge of an overhang, Yuulis said softly, “As nice as it is seeing Draenor as it once was again, I don’t understand how everyone has just abandoned this one. This is where we all fought, where we made our stand. I still live here - I can’t imagine never returning. This is my home, and it always will be, even if it does stink a little bit.” 

Dekaar chuckled, his arm sitting loosely around Yuulis’ waist. “I’m not used to you being so sentimental, love. We still come here. People we know still come here. Don’t worry about it too much. At least it’s quieter.”  Yuulis leaned her head against Dekaar’s shoulder and let out a heavy sigh. “Remember all the time we used to spend up here, with the others? It seems like centuries ago now.” 

Grinning, Yuulis sat up and looked at Dekaar. “I remember… goodness, I think it was before I met you. We were up here, and I thought I’d be cool and jump off the edge…” The horrified look on Dekaar’s face made her pause to laugh. “I jumped off and didn’t activate my levitate in time! I ended up in the infirmary for quite a while…” 

After looking thoughtful for a moment, Dekaar got to his hooves, a wicked grin on his face. “Alright, then, challenge accepted!” 

“…Please don’t. I adore you but you’re not the most coordinated person ever -” Yuulis pleaded, but the laughter seemed to encourage him. With a cheeky salute, he launched himself over the edge, disappearing quickly.

At that precise moment, a rather large drake carrying a slightly drunk human happened to soar past, monstrous wings beating as it flew by the Rise. The draft caught the falling priest perfectly - or not perfectly, as he was sent careening into the cliff face, rolling down and landing in an ungraceful pile at the bottom. 

With a gasp, Yuulis summoned her ray and followed him down, leaping off before the ray landed and racing over to Dekaar, who was sitting up and positively losing it. His booming laughter echoed around the terrace, causing a Broken nearby to glare at them. Realizing he was alright, Yuulis slumped back on her haunches for a moment before bursting forward and tackling him in a hug. “You’re such a dork!”

(( thegoddamnhawkman I apologize for taking SO LONG (like 3 months) to do this, but at least they’re cute. ))

[thegoddamnhawkman]

4, 8, 12, 20 for dekaar =3

4) What is a social norm they just don't like or understand? 

Dekaar has a lot of trouble with understanding that he needs to keep up with the people he cares about. He’ll disappear into his books or whatever his current project is for months at a stretch without even realizing how long he’s been out of contact.

8) What do they usually smell like? 

http://blackphoenixalchemylab.com/shop/a-picnic-in-arkham/miskatonic-university/

“The scent of Irish coffee, dusty tomes and polished oakwood halls.” 

12) How do they sleep? (Position, arrangement, side, schedule, etc.) 

Dekaar tends to sleep on his side if he actually manages to make it back to a bed, especially if he’s with Yuulis considering the big bastard needs to conserve space. He ends up sleeping in chairs or on the floor a lot when he’s working.

20. What is a joke they've told before/would most likely tell.

oh lord never make dekaar try to be funny

"An anchorite, a rangari, and a vindicator walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and says 'Is this some kind of joke?'"

anchoriteyuulis

[thegoddamnhawkman]

I'm on my phone so i can't include the sign but 'our muses are together when they get ambushed' =3

Dekaar and Yuulis ambled through the greenery surrounding the Temple of Karabor. Their visits were infrequent due to the remaining difficulty of passing between timeways, something neither was terribly happy about, but they certainly made the most of their time together - exploring Karabor, mostly. The temple complex was large enough that you could spend weeks exploring it and still not see everything.

This particular day, Dekaar had chosen to show Yuulis one of his favorite places outside the temple grounds, near the outer walls down toward the water. “I used to come out here all the time, although this is the first I’ve gotten down this way. There’s just so much cataloging to do in the library, so many books that don’t even exist in our universe anymore. There’s a tree out here that we planted when we built the temple that we all used to-“

He came to an abrupt halt, frowning. There was no tree. That wasn’t right. “Mmm.”

Yuulis glanced over at him. “”Mmm?’”

"That’s not right."

She looked left… then right. “There’s no tree, is there.”

"No…"

Yuulis pressed her lips together, voice almost comedically patient. “Because in this… time-whatever, your little team of dorks was never assembled, remember? You explained this to me last time. If your team never existed, no one ever planted the tree.”

"I… ah." Dekaar looked crestfallen. Yuulis let out a laugh and went up on the tips of her hooves to press a kiss to his cheek.

"I don’t know about you sometimes, dearest."

"I have to admit, me n-"

There was a crunch from the treeline behind them, and the ex-spy’s eyes narrowed. “Did you hear that?”

"Hear what?"

"I thought I-"

With a simultaneous roar of pure orcish rage, a pair of Shadowmoon scouts charged out from hiding, one swinging a mace, the other’s hands crackling with violet void energy. Dekaar grimaced, unslinging the heavy crystal-headed staff from his back and beginning to call the Light to aid them. “Tell me, Yuulis. Is this the worst date I’ve ever taken you on?”

Yuulis shook her head, hands beginning to glow with the same argent energy as his own. “Ask me again in a few minutes.”

anchoriteyuulis 

[jessethejoyful]

✿

(The difference between this and the last one… lol.)

The two happy draenei sit with their legs hanging over the ledge of a terrace at Karabor, watching the way the sky above them shifts and turns. Dekaar particularly had been at peace lately, what with the return of his beloved temple. 

A warm breeze picked up, and very carefully blew all of Yuulis’ hair in front of her face and around her horns. She laughed as she tried to untangle it and regain her vision. When she had, it was to Dekaar holding out a flower, which he reached over and placed carefully in her hair. The two stupid cuties sighed contentedly and resumed their watch, perfectly alright with just sitting and watching. It had been a long time since they’d had the chance.

[shashibasket]

About a Girl

((I did a Mother's Day story...so here's one for Father's Day XD ))

The Legion's corruption of the savage Orc people was complete. They had become their greatest weapon against the Draenei. City after city had already fallen to their might, and now the bones of the fallen were being made into a glorious road that ran from the portal to the Hellfire Citadel, a staging area for the coming invasion of the next world.

In the still of the night, Draenei refugees were huddled around low fires. One bedraggled figure wandered from group to group, sooty and in scored, broken armor. His arm darted and he dragged a man stoking the fire higher to his feet, growling in his face.

"Are you an idiot? What if they see the smoke from a distance? What if they see the light?"

"We're sorry, Exarch," a woman in bandages sitting next to the fire said hurriedly, moving the meager embers apart with a stick. "He didn't realize."

Zolahir turned on his hoof, continuing on towards what little portable shelter had been salvaged from the city with a snarl. "Soft...if our people had not grown so soft and helpless behind our high walls, perhaps this would not have happened."

He grimaced as he entered the makeshift quarters...there were other factors, of course. Factors that he knew too well, that gnawed at the pit of his stomach and threatened to crawl up his throat and strangle him of he stopped for even a moment--

There was a shuffle and a small sound in the dark, on the blanket roll that he was using. His hand went to the pommel of his sword as he crept forward, focused and unswerving...

It was a wriggling bundle of blankets. Instinctively he brought his blade to bear, ready to slash at whatever might leap out from what was no doubt some kind of Legion trap...two glowing points of fel-green light fluttered open in the darkness, and a tiny red hand loosed itself from the binding cloth with a curious burbling sound.

She's yours, the note beside the bundle said. Raise her well.

I will be back for her.

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The Legion's corruption of the savage Orc people had failed. It had been thwarted by a so-called Prophet who had appeared suddenly and knew far too much about what was coming. The disparate tribes and factions had banded together and had refused to be swayed by threats or promises. 

The huge Peacekeeper maneuvered easily through the crowds in the gleaming city of Shattrath despite his size, picking up an apple on his way to the gates. His talbuk was packed and he was on his way out for another tour of the sleepy local provinces to see what kinds of issues people had that needed resolving. He took my clefthoof was a popular one.

He couldn't help his eyes from scanning the crowds a little more carefully than before...the Exarch's woman had stopped coming around. He had to admit, he was getting a little attached. There was just something about her that was...he couldn't put his finger on it.

Spensaar and his talbuk made good time out to the first campsite he used on his usual route, delayed only by having to split up an argument along the road about, predictably, a clefthoof wandering onto the wrong property. He hummed to himself as he started a fire, spread out his bedroll, picked up his hammer because someone had followed him and was trying to be very quiet...

When he turned, however, the campsite was still empty except for a faint scent that was like...burnt magic. It was a scent he'd caused often, inadvertently, when he'd been training to be an Arcanist.

A faint scent, and a small bundle of cloth on the ground.

Frowning critically he moved closer, nudging the bundle open with the base of his hammer.

"....yep. That's a fel-tainted baby all right," Spensaar said to himself, staring. The little...girl? Boy? He'd have to check, was staring up at him with wide fel-green eyes and red skin, a wisp of black hair. Also inside the blankets was a note...

She's yours, the entirely too familiar handwriting said, even if he hadn't seen it in tens of thousands of years. Raise her well.

I'll be--

Spensaar sat on the ground with a heavy thud that made the baby blink, crumpled the note without finishing it, tossing it into the fire, and then rubbed both of his hands over his face. "Thaaaaat bitch."

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A child. Chandraa had been with child? This...monster was his child? Zolahir's mind raced and his heart filled with panic. They would know, people would take one look at it and they would know. He would have to take it away. It would have to be destroyed.

Holding the bundle to his chest, he slipped out of the camp at the darkest part of the night. It was like no time had passed at all between his "student's" betrayal, the woman that he thought that he loved, and it was all a trick to get access to the city's defenses. Shattrath was in shambles due in no small part to her, and this...thing came from her.

He kept moving until he was exhausted, ran until his breath was ragged. He had to be out of earshot now, both from the camp and any wandering Ogres or Orcs that might be scavenging in the night. Still tightly wrapped, he put the bundle of blankets on a rock and went to get an equally large, heavy rock.

He returned moments later with it held high over his head...the baby had kicked the blankets open. She kicked her chubby little red legs again, experimentally, staring in open wonder at her tiny hooves. She was so small that she didn't yet have the control to grab at them and instead waved her arms excitedly at the sight of them, making a burbling noise.

His resolve held steady as the creature's glowing green eyes moved in his direction, unfocused and curious. Watching him...in the dark it was difficult to see the way she had been tainted, she looked like any other baby. Like the children and infants whose bones were being crushed into the ground, had been thrown from the Rise and had been torn from the arms of their parents.

Zolahir wilted, dropping the rock with a ragged sob as he fell to his knees. What had he become? What had she turned him into? He couldn't do away with it...her. Some part of her was him, and some part of her was a woman, an awful, traitorous woman that he thought he'd loved. But what could he do? He couldn't take such a tainted thing back...

The skies of Nagrand had become twisted, chunks of land hung in the air. His eyes fixed on the largest moon, one of the only things in the sky that was still reassuringly unchanging as he leaned back against the rock that his...daughter...was laid on, and murmured a prayer to the Light.

The Light.

What else drove out fel but the Light? Turning, he laid a hand on the child's head and closed his eyes, calling up a limited surge of healing energy. But healing had never been something he'd had much skill at, he used the Light to sear and smite his foes with terrible force. The child burbled again, but otherwise seemed unaffected.

Desperate, he called up a stronger surge of Light. A harsher one, one that made the child fuss and squirm. But...this time, just for a moment, he could see the faintest shift where the Light had touched her, a subtle lightening of the deep red. It would take time...a long time. And the process would not be...comfortable. But in the end...

He steeled his resolve and called up the Light again with searing, burning force. The baby screamed.

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"Well..." Dekaar said, eying the red-skinned, green-eyed child critically. "She can't stay like that. Obviously."

"I don't see why that's obvious," Spensaar rumbled. "She's my daughter. If someone has something to say, they're welcome to talk it over with my fist."

"And you think that's not going to cause her problems eventually, hmm?" Dekaar leaned back, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"...the fel taint, or the fist?"

"Both," Dekaar muttered, and then shook his head. "It's true that I'm a healer, and I think you're on the right track. It's possible that it can be cleansed. I...am likely not powerful enough, though." While the Peacekeeper's brother liked to put on a humble air and allow his enemies to underestimate him, this time it seemed genuine.

"All right...who is?" It seemed simple enough to Spensaar. Someone had to be.

Dekaar sighed. "I think we should take her to Velen."

"All right," Spensaar said without hesitation, gathering up his daughter. She kicked her hooves and sucked on the edges of her fingers.

"I suggest that we not start with, 'my disguised Man'ari ex-mate seduced me while she was doubtlessly up to nefarious spying on someone else'..." Dekaar suggested, but the Peacekeeper's broad shoulders only shrugged.

"Why not? it's the truth."

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Zolahir had found his place with the refugees again, careful to hide his tiny burden. People expected him to keep to himself due to his station anyway. They had finally stopped in a small town not far from where he had run to. There was beginning to be talk of escape to yet another world. The Draenei people would survive, somehow...they always had.

He sat on the edge of the bed that the red infant was laid on...well. Not entirely red, now. The treatments were difficult, but overcoming the pain would give her strength. A single wisp of white hair was mixed in with the black, her skin was striped, scored even with spreading swaths of lighter red, pink, and even white. She would look unusual, being so young and yet such a light color, but unusual was better than obviously tainted...

Her tiny fingers closed around his larger one, she shook it around and brought it to her mouth.

"I will not let this world taint you again, Shashibala," he murmured, his eyes narrowing as he said the name that he had chosen for her aloud for the first time. He would not let Chandraa and the Legion have her back.

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"I told you going to Velen was the right choice," Dekaar said with an air of victory, giving his staff a little twirl as they set off from the capital. The baby, now slightly purple-skinned instead of red albeit still with black hair, was in a basket tied to Spensaar's chest, while she lacked the strength in her neck yet to really pull back and get a good look at all the people and the bustle she was trying.

"I didn't argue with you," Spensaar chuckled. They were going to have to come back, perhaps a few times, but the process seemed to be just a bit uncomfortable so he wanted to give her time to recover.

As they passed, people stared. The child obviously looked odd. Spensaar just gave them a nod and a cheery wave.

"She's going to need a nam--" Dekaar began.

"Divya," Spensaar supplied before his brother could even complete his thought, resting a broad hand on the baby girl's back. "Her name is Divya."