#felthamar

[felthamar]

Sexual / Sinful Sunday 💞 : Confess! What does he find sexy in a particular person?

Fel'thamar's scowl was ingrained on his features for approximately twenty-one seconds. Sexual conversations were a topic he preferred in the privacy of those he had confidence in. Gently, he rested his bearded jawline into his palm that supported his skull lazily. " . . . I am a simple creature. What do I find sexy, you ask? It's power. " Not even a second passed and his eyes darted to the side, realizing that not everyone may understand what he means. And so, he sighed deeply.

" The power through their abilities. The confidence to achieve their goals and to carry it well. But do not get that part twisted, for there is some a thing as over-indulgence in arrogance. And if one were to do so with my person, well... let's just say I have the means to put them in their rightful place. " Green lens narrowed, as if casting judgement on anyone who would disagree with him. " I appreciate blunt honesty, even if a tad cruel. I also find individuality attractive, as well... " That last phrase was stated as if there were someone that came to mind first rotation. " Tch... enough of this. " He huffed, his cheeks pinkened as he waved the other off. " Don't you have better things to do than try to play some sort of matchmaking game with I, Fel'thamar. "

[[ @safrona-shadowsun I think he's embarrassed. ]]

[felthamar]

By the chance that Fel'thamar is not focused in his mastery as a warlock, are there other hobbies or crafts that catch his attention? Does he put them into practice or simply observe?

sentence and suddenly, you are able to see that he is knitting with a shadowy fabric.

" Enchantment. Tailoring. A proficient, old-fashioned trade that while it is most common amongst the fields of magic, my work is phenomenal! You won't find many who will hand-knit or sew with the hands that cause destruction! That's right! I am a creator too! I bet you didn't see that coming, did you? "

He placed his tools down into his lap and proceeded to show the world the pair of thick, black socks that seemed to imbue with a faint, purple glow on them. " You won't find socks of this quality that can keep your feet from freezing anywhere else! "

[[ @handhourgalleries thanks for knitting this together for me ]]

[felthamar]

I want to focus on you and see what things that you tell through your body language over your words of distaste and anger.

Fel'thamar heard the voice speak to them, but he didn't seem to pay it any mind at first. Though, there request was rather specific in his eyes. And thus, all they were gained was silence. Well, if by silence you mean the sounds that one makes when they are in idle then yes. His crimson brow lofted while he stared at the pages of a book in his lap by the name of How to deal with Ungrateful Mages. Every time he turned a page, his eyes darted left and right, taking in the information at a bullet's pace.

The only reprieve the man seemed to have during his readings was when he extended a hand to partake of his steamy beverage of green tea. Little sips were taken, the scowl giving pass as the warmth caressed his esophagus all the way to his stomach. And once his beverage ran out, it was time to shut that book and leave it tucked on his coffee table.

It seemed this man had concluded his usual nightly ritual. He stood, carefully walking through his home to turn out all lighting all the way back to a bedroom in the back. And then, that light went out in his bedroom, leaving the reader in utter darkness.

He doesn't know what the mysterious shadow was expecting, but he most certainly didn't say any words of distaste or anger.

[felthamar]

Tell us about your first. Were you scared? Exilerated? Did it leave you breathless of all you could achieve?

Get your mind out of the gutter…I’m referring to summoning a demon.

The master demonologist stared quietly, anticipating some sort of punchline to choice of words. And he was right to let them finish it seemed. For if he had not, he may have called them out on being a closet pervert. But it seemed they tried to already flip it back onto him.

He rumbled, squinting his gaze. " Says the one that assumed I was already thinking that way. You know what they say: The guiltiest felhound always barks the loudest. " He rolled his eyes and laid back in his comfortable chair, this was a tell he had no issue speaking about.

" My very first summon was much like any warlock trainee. Imps are easy. Simple. They are little hellions that throw fireballs. And they are born from Imp Mothers. A species that at the time, not many of our kind had a clue about. " He stared into a nearby mug, one that swirled with a heated beverage. " Gliptok is his name. And for the longest time, I hated him. I felt as though he was not an extension of my true power. But more of a footnote. That isn't entirely true. " He shook his head, casting his fel-tainted gaze towards the nearby darkness. " I was most definitely satisfied that to find I could summon a demon, especially in her honor. I will always appreciate the teachings of my master, even something as small and minuscule as Gliptok. "

[felthamar]

I want to see you chained and bound. So often do warlocks like yourself enslaved the rules of the world to their whims. It’s only fair we get the same chance don’t you think?

Fel'thamar's expression sours and he peers back towards the voice with uncertainty. From the sounds of it, this newfound individual trying to speak of sweet nothings in his ear. And this one specifically wanted to bind him. Not on his watch.

" Let me tell you something. You can have a fantasized notion about me all you want. But I would sooner eat shit before I ever allowed myself to be bound again. My chains are to those that I have chosen to do so with. " He huffed, steam exiting his nostrils as though his own breath had grown heated.

" Life isn't fair, and it never will be. Just as you have chosen to remain in the shadows and not speak to me face to face. You want to bind me, then come then. Step up to the plate. Cease the cowardice. "

[felthamar]

I would ride you hard until you lost that perma-fown.

Fel'thamar had been enjoying his delicious meal of grilled chicken with a hint of lemon pepper. Oh yes, his favorite evening dish when he was having a thing he would like to call a good day. But then, and only then, did someone decide to grace his presence with a whisper from the shadows.

"I would ride you hard until you lost that perma-frown."

His fel green gems widened and suddenly, the last piece of chicken he had chewed and devoured went down the wrong windpipe, sending him into a hacking cough. He hunched over, trying to dislodge whatever was ailing him as he slammed his chest with a bare hand. Once he had obtained the means to breathe again, he cleared his throat. Giving a moment of silence to fully recuperate from his ordeal.

" Excuse me, but I welcome you to try. Because a mysterious figure that seems to disturb me in my own home with pretty promises is less likely to make it to my lap than a frog outside. " He scowled in the direction the voice had come from. "... A pipe dream of being piped it sounds like. And just what makes you think you are even worthy of I, Fel'thamar, hmmmm? Reveal yourself, temptress! "

[felthamar]

"Are you sure YOU aren't Mr. Prickles?" Simmy huffed. She had taken to sitting next to one of Fel'thamar's felhounds, which she had named "Mr. Prickles." But every day she wondered if the name was more suitable for the hermit in the house.

"And if you don't want me to call you 'Mr. Prickles,' give me a name, silly!"

Fel'thamar's expression grew quite sour. He roughly opened the door to his front lawn and found himself absolutely reeling. It seemed as though every week this girl was trying on and on to interact with him and it irritated him to no end.

" I've told you over and over again! Get off of my damned lawn! And leave my demonic hounds alone! Just because they are not chewing you to the bone doesn't mean they can't! " A gritting of his teeth created a quaking pressure against his gumline. Fel flames seemed to exit his shoulders that were trembling just as bad. How dare she. How dare she come onto his lawn, fraternize with his hounds, and not even know his name!

" My name is Fel'thamar Za'roth, you insufferable loon! Do you hear me! It's Fel'thamar Za'roth! F-E-L-'-T-H-A-M-A-R-Z-A-'-R-O-T-H! DOES THAT SPELL IT OUT ENOUGH FOR YOU! HUHHHHHHH?! "

[[ >_> @astralfox0893 ]]

[felthamar]

A dour countenance cannot hold for long, what sweet memory might tease a smile to your lips?

" Inconceivable. " His voice struck at a dangerous depth. To speak of his facial gestures to not hold simply by one's assumptions was bad enough. But then, one dares to ask of him of something they he did not so freely disclose. Fel green eyes narrowed, perhaps even squinted. Nostrils flared open as he gave a huff at the thought. " You will find none here. There is nothing sweet about my life. Everything I had ever been had either been the shed of blood, sweat, and soul fabrics. Or they had been tarnished by something most bitter in my mouth. "

The left edges of his lips bent downward. A moment of silence in the exchange made him concede to pull his eyes away. He was lying. There were moments that made him smile. Exchanges with others that made him feel as if he had belonged. As if someone cared. Individuals that had not only left their mark on him, be he on them as well. It made his heart quiver. A sensation that caused his left hand to draw to his chest in defeat. "... I have nothing to say. " He grumbled, turning to walk away from the question entirely.

[[ @nahisummerhold looks like someone's being a grump! ]]