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an animated expressive icon for Elsif The Wolf on Twitter/FA :D!! he wanted something reminiscent of my own animated icon
Elsif a big toothy were boye >:3c to fulfill your teefy needs [and fluffy needs]
this turned out to be 22 frames long, with 9 unique frames you can view the unbutchered rez [here]
i may make a template out of this, for anyone interested with a wolf character?? hmmmmm
BeeTumu B1 from the kissing meme for @bees-smile-at-flowers
Princess Elsif Character Sheet
The final rendition of Elsif as she will appear in my game- enjoy!
None of her business...
An irritation of second guessing herself sank into the thoughts of the old woman as she’d walk towards her house in Silvermoon. She’d let her nails dig into her raven tresses, scraping to her scalp. A sigh escaped her lips. “Why does one even bother. Mercutio isn’t around... his business isn’t mine. Even being invited to such a business...” Diaage mumbled to herself as she’d open the door to find Elsif and Nihasa sitting in the common room.
“A bad day?” Elsif noticed a permanent frown lining the woman’s face. “More dead ends. One doesn’t know what to do anymore. Living here or living in the port - it doesn’t seem quite safe just yet.” The ex-director would slump into one a living room chair. “Elsif... Why should one resurface? To what end? Why should one deal with Mercutio or my brother? Or any of the family. What goals would that accomplish.”
“Well, Miss Malievi... It might not be my business, but... family is family. Considering everything... recovering from years past of estranging yourself your business and noble family...” Elsif spoke quietly as he’d glance from her to Nihasa. “Maybe not just for yourself? But for your daughter?”
“For titan’s sakes... bringing Nihasa around that lot. Infighting, deaders, screaming, blood... just a typical night of Intoxication.... Hope to the seven hells that that Malache boy is alive...” The old woman groaned as she’d push herself up out of the chair. The conversation trailed from there as she’d stare out the window into the city of Silvermoon. To what end...
To what end for all who witnessed what happened this night.... @intoxication-wra
Some cute BeeTumu based on this one gif of Elsif!Tumu before his memory goes whack
Quality Family Time;
A gentle tune carried from an automated jukebox. The old woman sat with the nanny in their living room, watching their daughter read into recently dusted tomes. It was up to them to teach Nihasa for the moment. Home schooling was what was needed for the utmost of safety. “Minn’da, minnnnn’da look, minn’da look -- I made a little dress for Forgut!” Nihasa exclaimed proudly, but would frown when she got only a mumbled reply. “That’s nice, honey.” Diaage would yawn, not even opening her eyes to see what her daughter had made. Elsif would tap on Diaage’s shoulder, “It’s lovely, Miss Nihasa. I think he’ll enjoy it.” “Mm..?” The ex-director yawned again, opening her eyes this time. “I’m sorry honey. Minn’da has been so tired lately. It’s charming. Why don’t you go put it on Forgut right now?” “Ooohoooo.” Nihasa giggled as she’d run off to put her little half-stitched dress on her imp.
“Maybe you should put in breaks between your training, Diaage.” Elsif garnered a soft sigh as he’d place his hand upon her shoulder. It was obvious Araste’s regiment had put her on edge and worn out since the day she started. “You being this undone could spell disaster in certain situations.” “Don’t worry one just needs a little nap. Things just hit hard...nnn.. still have some business to take care of.” She yawned once more only to slip onto the nanny’s form to use as a pillow. “Business? What do you still have to do at this late hour?” The blonde haired nanny questioned. “Mm....nn...” Diaage sighed softly through her nose as she’d put a hand to her left ear, pressing a button of the attached communicator. “Channel.. 285538... ....yes i’ll hold.” “Miss Malievi?” Elsif questioned again as he looked down to her. The old woman would let up her right index finger to him as if asking him to wait. “Hello? Yes this is M.D.” She spoke to her communicator. “Je’kali. It’s been some time. Yes, I know. Five years. Dead? I thought so too. Hey. You and Rae still together?... ...Good. I need to shift about six units, if you’re still in the business. Oh. Excellent. No, that’s alright. Still the same price? 30,000 sound alright? Good. Thanks, will be in touch. Send love to Rae for me.” The communicator cut off as Diaage twisted her olivine-streaked iris up to Elsif. “Just needed to get that done. Don’t have any live rounds anymore and just want to be on the safe side in any case of Karkarov, Valadil or.. well, Intoxication, I suppose.” She exhaled another sigh as her right hand would push up to touch the man’s neck. “Playing with fire, Miss Malievi.” Elsif frowned. “Oh..? No, no... They don’t want me as their enemy, dove." The old woman laughed shortly through her nose. “I’ll make sure of it...”
Elsif flicked out his hand as he held Diaage tight with the other. In the blink of an eye, they’d warp back into their house on the edge of Silvermoon City. The old woman would peel herself from the nanny’s grasp as she’d sink into the couch and place her tired hands over her head. “Elsif--..” She sighed. “Miss Malievi. This isn’t healthy. You’ve been in this state for days now and no course of action is going to change what happened. No amount of moping is going to bring back your agents. Even if you blame yourself.” The nanny cut her off. For such a quiet man, this was the most assertion she saw of the elf. “What is done is done. There is only the future and how you will move about it.” “Elsi--” “No. I’m not going to coddle you. You know better than this. It’s up to you to make a move, Miss Malievi. If you do something, great. If you don’t, great. But don’t let it devour you.” Elsif reciprocated once more, lightening his tone as she started to glare. “I don’t blame myself. I don’t regret what I did. I had full legal authority to do so. That’s the power that is garnered from someone like me. Here we just saw what happens if we abused it. What I did was legal. What they did was illegal. Will I reciprocate?...” Diaage looked away from the mage. “One doesn’t know. I knew the risks of starting this little chess game. Seems a piece moved out of my hand, really.” “You need to stop that, Miss Malievi.” Elisf frowned at her. “You sound just like your Uncle Valadil--” “For titan’s sake, Elsif. We’ve been together five years, just call me fucking Diaage for once.” She yelled at him out of frustration. A heavy sigh exhaled after. “Just.. let’s stop for the moment. Let’s just stop... and see.” “I’m sorry.” He whispered to Diaage as he sat down on the couch beside her. An awkward embrace ensued. “We will wait.." “Elsif...” The old woman paused with a quiet tone. “Am I really like him?...” “No.... No, I’m sorry.” He whispered.
Treachery within Training;
“It appears my findings were incorrect. Gregori Karkarov lives..” "Should he learn of your whereabouts.. I doub't he could resist visiting." The old woman kept within the Darkwood’s clearing. The sparring ring filled with illusions of her master. “YOU PROMISED ONE HE WAS DEAD.” Diaage screamed out to Araste as he left. She was left alone with frustrations and a practice stave held tightly within her grasp. Gregori Karkarov. A name that left a bitter taste in the ex-director’s mouth. A man that thwarted her every move for his execution and eventual manipulation of her mind and personal assets. One of the only two that could shatter her confidence with a single gaze. Diaage realized why her master had spoken such cruel words - to get her to focus on training. What skills she dulled within the years of inactivity, he wished to sharpen once more into a living weapon. Yet to what extent? A tool, like always. A tool of cruelty for another hand - whether it be her ex-Uncle or Gregori Karkarov. Regret lined her visage, marred with a clouded anger. She never truly had the freedom to control her own strength on her own terms.
She lifted up the stave, waiting for the illusions to come at her once more. Throughout the night she would strike down each visage until they needlessly returned. Yet even when they disappeared for the time being, that anger twisted inside. Once free from the clearing’s ring, she’d see Elsif staring straight at her. The elven mage frowned at her visage, but held open his arms. “Elsif..” She exhaled with a tired breath, only to lean into his embrace. “Take us home...” @djin-so
