#devilclaw outlaws

[ambassadorborgrar]

throwback to that time borgrar mounted Araane when she was in bear form and rode into battle blasting fools with lava. Those were fun events.

@suddenlybear

[azaerl]

TL;DR: If anyone wants RP with any of my characters, I’m available and willing

Really been wanting to RP for like weeks now, nothing particular, just RP in general, but every time I log in, people just aren’t RPing -- busy with PvP or just not RPing for *Insert Other Reason Here*. For that reason, I guess I’ve been playing a lot of other games instead of WoW for a while -- Dragon Age, Minecraft, Path of Exile, other Steam games, etc -- and I’ve just ended up logging in mainly for raiding and logging off right afterwards out of boredom on WoW. So, for whomever’s reading, guild members or otherwise, if anyone wants RP just send me a message on here, Skype/Steam (Talgriv), or Battle.net (Talgriv#1358); feel free to send a request to me if you aren’t on there

[ambassadorborgrar]

Got my secret santa gift from @elynxdria today! I love it!

[nekosedey]

Disappointment

She knew her visit wouldn’t be taken well.

Elv’s fists tightened inside of her heavy plate gloves. Her plate mask rested under one arm, the other hand swinging limply at her side with a fistful of flowers. The eternal darkness of Duskwood wrapped around her, but she felt as exposed as if a highbeam was focused on every step of hers. Her ears quivered as she paced on the main road in front of Rose’s shared home. Her eyes, silver and sharp, were half-lidded as if she were already mourning the relationship she knew would be destroyed after this visit.

With a deep breath, Elvania stepped up to the front door and rapped her knuckles against the wood. The metal covering her hands made a sharper sound than her bare hands would, she noted, and hoped that Rose’s poor roommates weren’t home to be frightened by the noise.

Maybe Rose would forgive her by now?

She ducked, dropping the flowers, and darted around the corner of the house, melding into the shadows just in time to see Rose open her door.

Rose looked around the pathway leading up to her house and furrowed her brow. She scooped up the flowers, smiling, and flipped over the tag – and her smile faded immediately. The door slammed shut.

Elv peeked into the window just in time to see Rose drop the flowers into the trash bin and disappear into her room.

She didn’t know why she was surprised.

[dagumcryptid]

-to ruudra from lune

---

It was a rare thing, finding or receiving things specifically addressed to him. Even rarer still was when what he received happened to be something other than an invitation to compete in yet another back alley grudge pit fight. Or payment for said grudge match.

This little folded piece of parchment, slipped beside him on the hearth while he was sleeping, certainly didn’t fit into either of those usual situations. Ruudra sat staring at the... drawing for several long minutes upon discovering it, brows raised and confusion pursing his lips.

The one in the middle was the draenei himself, easily enough. To the left was Lune, given away by the letter helpfully printed on his shirt. The woman to the right, though, gave him pause. ‘R’... Rose? That was the only human he knew with a name that began with ‘R.’ 

‘Best friends... four ever?’ Forever? Ruudra blinked. Was it common practice to replace words with numbers? He’d never seen it done before, so perhaps it was a special quirk of the... artist. Not to mention ‘forever’ was a very strong word to use, for a race as short lived as humans.

At least he needn’t worry about who had drawn it. It was obviously from the little Bird. It said as much. Although, the niggling question of why tickled just behind the ears. Was this sort of thing exchanged between humans to show... what? Gratitude? 

Whatever the case may be, he could recognize an attempt at a congenial gesture when he saw one. Folding it back into a neat little square, Ruudra tucked it behind his breastplate to be taken back to his room in the city. Where he would smooth it out and hang it upon his wall, beside the other artwork gifted to him.

(( @worgens ))

[dagumcryptid]

You want. ((RP~))

Cascading dark over mountains, shaded by stunted trees and constant twilight, a waterfall whispers. Falling beside a long abandoned memorial, a grave for some short lived mortal, the water clouds and swirls. A stream unfit for its station, dripping impossibly slow through rotten limbs and over another cliff face. The display, if it could even be called something so pointed, was dismal and ever-lasting.

It was Ruudra's favored place to meditate, tucked away from the depressed little human town and their insistent whining.

Knees pressed beneath the surface and sinking into the muck, he rested calm and less than content. The silence of night trickled as thoroughly as life's blood over his hooves, bringing with it a muted voice. A voice only heard by those who listened, fickle and giggling, patient and old. It was one he had sought out, innumerable times before as he was now.

--- Life's blood. You want. No. Yes. It beats. It thrums. It flows. There is nothing to want. You lie. Do not lie to life. Why would I want? You live. ---

Water answered his call on its own time, ebbing against his ears and calves. It was not the answer he wanted. Eyes lightly closed clenched a little harder, scarred lips turning resolutely down. Displeasure drew a harsh breath through flared nostrils, lending a few long moments before he thought to respond.

--- It is not my place to want. You live. It is your place. Want is for others. You want. You cannot deny. I can deny. I have. I will. You have. You will not. This is different. ---

The draenei bowed his head, hands curling into fists against his thighs. He had expected to be told to wait. Water always, without fail, told him to wait for what was inevitable. His direction was concise, guided by logic and the unshakable faith that it would lead unerringly to an end bathed in blood. His or otherwise, it didn't matter. His was an existence set in stone. Nothing could change that.

Nothing... was supposed to change that.

--- How is this different? Feel. You know. It should be the same. It is not. You do not want it to be. Yes. I do. The same is simple. Currents change. You have waited long enough. ---

Ruudra paused. Every muscle stiffened, startled into absolute stillness, single eye opening to stare at himself reflected upon water's surface. Water stilled with him, showed him the shock shimmering just beneath the skin. His scarred face, broken and cracked, sharpened around the edges. Centuries of warfare, so much time spent battling and surviving. Marching ever forward, down the path set before him.

Water shifted, blurring what he sees every morning, a soft spiral of softer intent. As it settled, the stoic brawler saw himself... smiling. Disbelieving fingers lift up to touch the corner of his mouth, finding that the mirage was in fact a mirror, copying the relief that was beginning to creep into a body so tired of waiting.

--- You have found purpose. You want it. You want to fight for them. You want her. Happy. Safe. Do not deny any longer. Now is different. Your patience is being rewarded. ---

Bubbling words, felt instead of heard, roared in his ears. Ruudra tipped his head back, pointing his rare smile to the heavens, feeling the cool rush of water flowing against his legs. The answer he hadn't wanted, had been the one he needed. As water always knew. He closed his eye and remained there, still and at peace, until the night wore old and the birds began to wake.

--- Remember. You were never meant to be stone.

[ambassadorborgrar]

Our house.

[ambassadorborgrar]

Kimmlie did not approve. DCO raiding in a nutshell.