#feraal

[cuervocanto]

@feraal likes some massive gahongas for a starter

“You poor man! The--”

Zevran gestures vaguely at his own face

“--do they make it hard for you?”

[emily-dickinsons-scribe]

"Please, jus' cut et out." ((To whomever you choose~ ))

The mage snickered as she lowered her hands from the lyre, glancing sideways at the troll who was giving her a look of barely disguised contempt at her terrible practicing, “Sorry.”

Now probably wasn’t the ideal time for wanting to improve her current, deplorable musical skills. 

[rctchild]

✏ if you'd like!

     no seriously i don’t think i’ve ever drawn kal the same way twice i am so sorry. love how his nose came out here tho omg

[rctchild]

(Changing a bit to make it fit him better) "My gods are dead!"

                                  DRAKENGARD STARTERS → ACCEPTING

         funny enough, malkhaz’s first thought was to congratulate kal'rokh on that fact if it were true.after all, what had higher powers ever done for him? for ANYONE? the light, the naaru, elune & the elements or whatever– they were another source of power, something to be manipulated & used. putting actual faith in them was to set oneself up for disappointment. that was what the forsaken believed, & it was what malkhaz believed. it didn’t stop some people from believing anyway. he knew little about the loa, & thought to assume the same of them– but he held his tongue, successfully for once.after all, this was clearly a… difficult subject. he had pinched a nerve somewhere, & he liked the drakkari enough that he didn’t want to make things worse. questions still remained– how did they die? why? how long ago? (how DID one even kill a god? he knew it was possible, because of the events in pandaria within his undead lifetime, but…) a slight furrow appeared on the rogue’s brow, uncertainty teetering between sympathy & casuality, searching for which one kal seemed to prefer.

the boy didn’t say much else in response: “…sorry.” the word, too, carried the underlying question of how malkhaz was supposed to react, or at least of how the troll WANTED him to react.

[gallagherhqs]

Zach reporting for mission!

[shamarchived-blog]

"You think you own whatever land you land on."

                                                     █ ▌▐ disney lyrics starters █ ▌▐                                                                           @feraal​

     ❝We go where we must to survive.❞

     Was that truly the way people had labeled her race? Cowards who conquered lands unknown and disrupted the ebb and flow of life upon them as they hid from their greatest enemy? The shaman gently shook her head following her reply. What a shame it was. With the time the draenei had been a part of Azeroth, not every tie had been mended. The chaos and destruction that had pursued them long before she was born carved a path of ashes in its wake. Even now, other races looked down upon her for her kin’s choice to survive. No matter how hard they fought now, no matter what they wrongs they set right, she suffered the ridicule of that choice. Just as she suffered from the choice of defending the broken. There was no rest beneath the burdens her people had placed on her shoulders. She carried such a heavy weight.

      ❝I do not lay claim to the earth. It is my companion, no matter where it is I may be,❞ Euanthe was leaning on her staff again. It had supported her father’s weight, once. She found within it a new habit that came when her mind ached beneath doubt. ❝My people do not seek to harm this world. They sought only peace and advancement. Even now that we fight, we do so only to live. We do not seize these lands. We do not wish to own them.❞

     Why had the thought bothered her so much? Emotion pricked at her eyes as the shaman found herself a place against a rugged formation of rock. Her form straightened as she stood, fingers only grazing the sharp edges beneath them. Though her eyes narrowed for a moment, they relaxed into a desperate look as they settled upon the judgmental ones overlooking her.

     ❝— We only wish to be home again.❞

[emily-dickinsons-scribe]

12 - 15 for Zebodah!

12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands?

 - Zebodah is mostly expressive with his face; that being said, he usually has a permanent scowl or bored look on his face in most situations. His other most telling expressions include accidental uses of magic, such as electrical spasms arching across his hands or hair. And when he really gets worked up, sparks will fly everywhere.

13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed?

 - Zebodah used to be extremely pessimistic when he was younger; vanishing from your homeland to an unfamiliar and hostile place can do that to you. He became less so the older Nadia got, and the more involved he became with his friends/family in Shattrath. Taking up shamanism again also helped. The more personal an event effects him, the more he’ll have a reaction. He’ll still get the job done, no matter what, but he might be a trainwreck doing it if something has happened in his immediate circle.

14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed?

 - He cares very deeply for honesty and family. His allegiance, in no particular order is to his family, his tribe, his faction, his loa, and the elements. There really should be a medal for him, he’s so committed to these things it’s become his personal creed in a way. He’s not one for outright expression, but will show his care for them in small, usually private ways.

15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?

 - In terms of the components of his inner life, this shaman is very practical and prone to deep thought that never really gets voiced. Self-doubt tends to worm its way in there sometimes, manifesting itself on the outside in the form of self-consciousness and defensiveness. He’ll offer words of wisdom when people least expect it, and can be very caring if the opportunity arises.

*Thanks for the asks!*

[shamarchived-blog]

{ @feraal;; continued from (x) }

     The shaman shifted in her place as she made herself more comfortable by the fire that burned before them. Most would not consider his symphony of chewing to be a pleasant sound, but it didn’t seem to bother Euanthe. Better it be the bones of an animal than her own. Part of her still thought about how the uncouth actions of her younger guard. He was lucky to pull away from those teeth moderately unscathed. Artan was a hard-headed man. But that defiance was what earned him his recognition in the first place. She only wished it hadn’t consistently gotten him caught in dangerous situations.

     ❝I have seen how you fight. I cannot imagine how anyone could argue such a thing.❞ A small smirk replaced her usual smile. ❝You are certainly of free will, friend. My people and I are right there with you. I could not count on two hands the times such threats have been aimed at us. It is nice to prove them wrong, is it not?❞