#helbrynth

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Character meme!

Filled out this thing that @teechew threw at the guild. I somehow avoided putting my one character in said guild in the meme.

Also it’s all ladies.

Do the thing!

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Heblrynth Greenfriars

{By @figgeryboo​}

The Market Witch

1) What does your muse smell like?  

She has a favourite perfume she uses for social occasions that makes her smell of lilacs.

2) How often does your muse bathe/shower?

She tries to get a bath in every day, but sometimes being out in the field doesn’t allow for it, and light forbid she should swim publicly.

3) Does your muse have any tattoos or piercings?

Earrings. And her nipples.

4) Any body movement quirks? (e.g. tapping heel, shaking knee, etc.)

Fanning herself with her hat count? Also she always has a hat.

5) What do they sleep in?

This depends. Is it in her own home? If yes, then a short nightgown. Is it with Jax at Illich’s house? Then a longer nightgown. Yes, she knows he can’t see her, she doesn’t care it’s about impropriety.

6) What’s their favorite piece of clothing?

Her tan hat. It’s seen her through a lot, and while it’s not as fancy as her white hat, it’s still a damn fine hat.

7) What do they do when they wake up?

Stretch and contemplate sleeping longer. Then she gets a bagel.

8) How do they sleep? Position?

Helbrynth sleeps on her belly usually, though if she falls asleep as a worgen expect her to curl up.

9) What do their hands feel like?

Very soft, and a little chubby?. She’s not exactly a manual labourer, and the result is a pair of hands that can handle money, but give her a brick and some mortar and she’ll quickly get sore.

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Helbrynth’s Fears

Bold any fears which apply to your muse. Italicize what makes them uncomfortable. Copy/paste as new post. Do not reblog.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. blood. drowning. suffocation. clowns. the supernatural. heights. spiders. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched. forgetting. being forgotten.

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If I Were A...

If I were a month, I’d be Cambric: November Helbrynth: December Huvi: April

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If I were a planet, I’d be Cambric: Saturn Helbrynth: Jupiter Huvi: Venus

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If I were a mythological figure, I’d be a: (resisting the urge to say minotaur werewolf and zombie) Cambric: Hephastus possibly? Helbrynth: Probably an eastern Vampire Huvi: Son Wukong the Monkey King

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If I were a sea animal, I’d be a: Cambric: Hermit crab Helbrynth: Otter Huvi: Cookie Cutter Shark

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If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a: Cambric: Ottoman Helbrynth: Wingback chair Huvi: A Queensize bed

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If I were a gemstone, I’d be a: Cambric: Amethyst Helbrynth: topaz Huvi: Tiger’s eye

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If I were a flower, I’d be a: Cambric: Sunflower Helbrynth: Blue Bells Huvi: Posies

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If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a: Cambric: A sunny day Helbrynth: Fog Huvi: Windstorm

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If I were a color, I’d be: Cambric: Blue Helbrynth: Tan Huvi: Also blue

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If I were an emotion, I’d be: Cambric: Content Helbrynth: Nervous Huvi: Confident

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If I were a fruit, I’d be a: Cambric: Asian Pear Helbrynth: Peach Huvi: Grapefruit

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If I were a sound, I’d be a: Cambric: Metal needles clacking Helbrynth: Coins being stacked Huvi: Wet slaps

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If I were an element, I’d be: Cambric: Earth Helbrynth: Earth Huvi: Air

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If I were a place, I’d be a: Cambric: Bustling market Helbrynth: A corner office Huvi: A campfire at night

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If I were a taste, I’d be: Cambric: Savory Helbrynth: Sweet Huvi: Umami

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If I were a scent, I’d be the fragrance of: Cambric: Sandalwood Helbrynth: Pine needles Huvi: Ozone

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If I were an object, I’d be a: Cambric: Spool of thread Helbrynth: Money pouch Huvi: Ice cube

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If I were a body part, I’d be the: Cambric: Dong lol Helbrynth: Belly Huvi: Back

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If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be: Cambric: Canvas sneakers with hand-drawn artwork Helbrynth: A pair of brown bespoke shoes Huvi: Birkenstocks

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If I were a song, I’d be Cambric: The Weakerthans - Sun in an Empty Room Helbrynth: Fun. - Carry On Huvi: Big D and the Kids Table - She Knows Her Way

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Tagging: Whoever wants in on this. It’s a doozy but it’s a good one too :)

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[ D O N G for any chara of your choice, bro! ]

NSFW text under the cut~ Since no one was specified, I’m going to the random number generator and doubling down.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)Staxxy, as a master of semi-tangible illusions, likes to make duplicates for bedroom purposes, and has a lot of fun being a one-woman orgy.

Helbrynth likes butt stuff. Lolol.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)Freij generally is on the receiving end of things. She’s dominant enough that she generally winds up just sort of mounting folks’ heads. That said, she does like reciprocating, and she’s not bad at it. She could be better, and she does a looooot of teasing when she does it, but she does.

Cambric, alternatively, is generally on the giving end of things. I mean, aside from the obvious “he’s tauren big” aspect of someone trying to go down on him, he’s genuinely eager to please and, well, please he does.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)Handbasket will do pretty much anything as long as everyone’s consenting. She’s not particularly concerned about damage to her body, being undead and all she bounces back pretty easily, and she’s always looking for that next high to replace the light in her life.

Khamaari is a draenei, and while Velen says to forgive is divine, she ain’t there. Orcs and ogres are a hard no for her. If that doesn’t do it for you, she isn’t gonna sub. She’s too old, and too headstrong, she ain’t got time to have anyone treat her like a thing.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)Huvi mirrors her partner really. She can be goofy and just have a good time, and often does when she visits Amnac and Venn, but when things are serious and heady, she gets serious too. Her ex actually had a lot of serious situations that lead to some heavy and sweaty sessions, and Huvi’s playful nature kind of went out the window in light of them.

I mentioned Venn above, but he’s very much the same. His wife is really the one who sets the tone. Before they met, he was very serious about sex, seeing it in a ritualistic sense. Amnac, being one who oversaw rituals, knew that approach, but also that you could have fun with them too.

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77(A)

“He’s...” Helbrynth steeples her fingers and thinks for a moment. What’s the best way to put this? Phrasing is, of course, vital. “He’s very handsome. He’s sweet, he’s kind...”

She pauses again. She’s aware of the attention that her arm draws. Hanging limply in a sling still. The exercises were helping her get some mobility back, but still.

“He knows some dangerous people though. I- I should have taken that into consideration.”

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Miss Greenfriars and the Algedonic Jaunt to Moonbrook

A spattered red trail wound from the Moonbrook infirmary to a small farm in the countryside. The staff of the small clinic were startled to see Helbrynth stumble through the door, tendons virtually hanging from an open wound on her left arm, and very visibly hazy from blood loss.

“B-beg pardon but I...” Helbrynth trailed off. She braced herself against the door frame with her good arm for a moment before collapsing into a heap on the floor as everything went dark. “What a fool I am...”

A bright light hit Helbrynth’s eye, itself being pried open by a stranger’s gloved hand. She awoke with a start, not certain if she’d died and gone to the light, or if she was being tortured in the twisting nether.

“W-where...”

“Doctor, she’s awake!”

A figure came into view as the light shining in her eye recessed. With her vision restored, Helbrynth was aware of the ceiling above her. She wasn’t dead at least.

“You’re fortunate I was in town miss...”

Helbrynth jerked back in fear, noticing the face of the doctor who’d stepped forward. Sharp fangs and striking canine features came into view. The doctor removed his gloves and continued, aware of Helbrynth’s reaction, but choosing to pay it no mind.

“Doctor Emma Blackpool, finest surgeon this side of the Thandol Span.” She extended a hand for Helbrynth to shake before retracting it, remembering she’d put that arm of hers in heavy bandages, soaked in some sort of tincture to aid in the healing process. “I’ve repaired the damaged ligament in your arm. A less skilled surgeon would have likely lopped the whole thing off.”

Helbrynth continued to shake in her proverbial booties as she looked down at her now bandaged left arm. She looked back up at the worgen woman; all she could see was the same beast that nearly took her arm off. The same beast she had within her too.

Maybe she deserved to lose the arm. She still felt terrible. Was it the blood loss, or the guilt from the previous day’s activities? Who could say.

“Th-th-thank you M-miss Blackpo- Doctor! Doctor Blackpool!”

Helbrynth powered through it. This woman wasn’t the one who bit her. She didn’t need to fear her.

Still, she did.

(A response to @vandrysse‘s prompt. Give her a follow, she’s a peach)

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A Letter For Harrowheart

A letter arrives at the farm, sealed with the crest of the Greenfriars family. The envelope is made from a durable heavy stock, bleached stark white to contrast the green wax of the seal. The return address is typeset, indicating it was mass produced, but the address for the farm is curiously written a little messier, as is the text on the letter contained there-in (if the eyes looking over the paper could discern such a difference that is).

Dear Harrowheart

I must confess, your letter caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon after the unpleasantness. I want you to know, I do understand your anger, and why you lashed out. I have read about the side effects of your condition, and I realize that in times of stress, both physical and mental, it is easy to lose yourself in the moment. I do not hold it against you that you used your magics against me; it was an intense moment, and I understand that loss of control all too well. As you no doubt recall, I have trouble keeping my worgen contained in times of strain, although as you also may have noticed I do not have the instinct to make proper use of the form. .

Yes, it was cruel to deny Jaxith the opportunity to give me medical aid, I will admit, but I was not so far from civilization that I was in serious danger. I’ve been told I will make a complete recovery in time, with some minor scarring. I told the medics that I was attacked by a coyote, which is apparently not uncommon in the area at the moment, so rest assured, you’ll have no mobs with pitchforks and torches arriving at the farm.

I too care for Jaxith, and I care for you as well, and I was a fool to have jeopardized everything you have in the midst of a wine and drug fueled evening. You say we have no reason reason to trust each other, but I think we have common ground in that we both want what is best for Jaxith. You better understand his needs than I do, and he yours, and you are able to support each other in a way I could not. I understand that you cannot yet accept my apology, and hope that, in time, I can make it up to you. I cannot say for certain how I will react when and if we encounter each other again. I haven’t had a lot of experience with physical trauma, but I understand the psychological effects can linger. I pray this will not colour my reception of you when next we meet.

Yours very truly,

Miss Helbrynth Greenfriars

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