#eurath

[caffeinated-frog]

A new little creature I’ve made!

The fact that they cannot be real hurts me

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Happy solstice! I drew some Eurathans celebrating Selenet, the solstice holiday

[ID: A digital art piece of two fantasy characters snuggling next to each other. The larger and older one is an Ith, a person with horse legs. Their dark brown hair is done up in many thick, elaborate braids adorned with gold accessories. The younger and smaller is a Rin, a person with goat legs and horns. They have two braids that are wrapped in yellow ribbon. Both are bundled up and wearing white face paint. The art is done in shades of blue and purple, with a warm light source. It is night and snowing. /end ID]

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Creature

It’s called a mit and I love it very much

[ID: Digital art of a puffball with a tan face and two tan legs. It has small dot eyes and a line mouth. /end ID]

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Map of my fantasy world!

[eurath]

"Little wanderer, hie thee home."

[safrona-shadowsun]

How Hot: Eurath

The Courier took in a deep breath at mention of the name, one that physically stopped her from her own process of thought with an invasion of jumbled imagery regarding previous interactions. Her smile tensed as she exhaled through her nose, eyes finally landing on the questioner with an answer. “The Warmage Eurath is...many things. Distracting. Tempting. Intelligent. Downright devilish sometimes...he knows how to press a button. Or two. But always knowing where the line is.” Her voice had grown quieter and quieter with each word, as if caught in a small dispute with herself and chiding herself for speaking at all. A pause, and the professional recollected her thoughts, clearing her throat for her point. “But ‘cute’, ‘hot’...? No...that would detract from the storied soul he is. Either way, he is not a man easily forgotten, not at all.”

Not My Type | Alright | Distractingly Cute | Adorable | Professionally Pretty | Gorgeous | Shadows Help Me…

{ @eurath }

[safrona-shadowsun]

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

Revarik and Safrona: Though Safrona swears off of the Azerite trade Sargaras’ sword has sparked in the wake of his defeat, the Mercenary is one of the few she will make an exception for, half interested in what machinations he intends in the workshop with what she brings him. The Mercenary has likely saved the Courier’s life enough times that he could ask nearly anything of her, and she would trouble herself in getting it to him. At a discount.

Saraj and Smush: Have a small rivalry regarding who’s technology is better. The Ethereal has a lead by a large margin, as his camera does not tend to explode upon snapshot. The goblin insists goblin cameras are supposed to work that way.

Safrona actually questions exactly how much of Eurath’s magic is actual true-to-form Demonology and how much is Illusionary work. While she feels he is quite an accomplished sorcerer, she hesitates to ask questions that might seem insulting to his rather grand pride. And losing the Warmage’s business would certainly be a travesty.

Elernia, Safrona’s succubus is delighted by the Warmage’s interest in her Mistress, sensing the Sayaadi blood that runs through his veins, and the sexual tension he creates. She often goes on about what a fine match he would make with her Mistress, and what adorable little homunculi they would make were they to breed. Safrona is not amused with the demon’s teasing on the the other hand, but there is no doubt the succubus is sitting by a soulwell when Eurath finds her mistress, eating healthstones like mortals eat popcorn.

Safrona still has nightmares of the Juggernaut finding her in a fitful sleep when she is alone, always staring, watching her sleep, crystallizing her bed with his presence. The worst nightmares are the ones where the soul of the Knight of Laments is warning her as he comes, telling her he knows where she belongs. And that he will not stop until he sets her right in his dead eyes.

{ @elibraddock and all of your WoW boys Saf knows. :) }

[safrona-shadowsun]

“It’s our song.” -- Eurath

{ Three Little Words }

Somewhere from within the haunted halls of Karazhan, a sweeping waltz lilted from the Opera House to echo down to reach the catacombs where the Warmage made his home. The Courier’s smile pitched to some skepticism at the confirmation, gradually letting the illusionist take her hand away from the crates of Bloodwine he’d ordered of her, and into his gloved fingers. “Our…song?” The stone dungeon shifted at his behest she knew, her eye tracing the ripple of magic as it distorted reality to paint the walls with opulence. A line of magic that lead her gaze back to the beguiling smile on the devilish gent’s face. “I didn’t know we had a song.” Chuckling beneath her breath, she shook her head as he drew her close, leading her into the steps of a dance she wasn’t quite accustomed to. “I’m terrible at this, but as you wish…”

{ @elibraddock / @eurath }