#iuratus

[altarsburning]

@iuratus — from sylvanas

her nose scrunched, pale blue flesh wrinkling, and the blood-red of her eyes narrowed. her hood shadowed most of her features. he smelled familiar and unfamiliar at the same time — and the banshee queen looked at him for a long, haunting moment. ‘ you bear the stink of xer’len. ‘ her tone made it hard to tell if that was an insult or a compliment.

[altarsburning]

@iuratus​ — from here. 

‘ of course i care for my existence above all. but in caring for my longevity, others benefit. ‘ you couldn’t knock her if you tried — not even ka’dern. she regarded him coolly for a long second, one brow arched above red eyes. ‘ living is past. ‘

[altarsburning]

"This isn't my fault." @Sylv

sylvanas was bloodied and bound, and the smile that split her lips had inky blood covering her sharp teeth — she mocked them, laughing. she was bent, but unbowed — it would take more then them to destroy her. arthas had tried, but even he couldn’t crush her light.

‘ it is your fault, xeoth. you willingly allowed him into you.. everything he does is his fault. ‘ the chains that bound her were above her head, her feet barely touching the floor, her lithe body swaying back and forth. she bore the bruises and the slices of flesh that ka’dern had enjoyed inflicting, drawing his sharpe blade across her undead flesh like he was painting a picture. 

‘ you are weak, ‘ she spit her black blood at him, indignant, ‘ you are pathetic. ‘

[luxettenebra]

@iuratus from here

She may not be able to see well, and the Force didn’t head her call as it would had she been back in her home galaxy, but it was enough. Enough to understand what had probably happened, and enough for anger to sink its claws into her chest.

“Force help me.” Revan muttered under her breath. Even after so long, she still hadn’t managed to rid herself of all the idiosyncrasies of her previous life----least of all her phrasing when angry and her accent.

True, she wasn’t inclined to ask questions of Xeoth. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t find out what had happened in other ways. He was important to her, and she would kill anyone who dared to harm him. “I feel inclined to find whoever did this and put them in their grave----their permanent grave.”

Huffing slightly, she gestured to a nearby chair. “And I suppose you don’t want me to heal you.”

[thickcrskiin-a-blog]

iuratus replied to your post: Finishes Hotel cries over the finale JOHN BBY LIZ...

John Lowe voice: I DESPISE that it’s not canon. i didn’t die like that!

Jan voice: [ chinhands ] ----------’kay.

[frcstwclf-moved]

-starter for @iuratus​-

“Are you... a warlock?”

Unfamiliar is he with such a class. Horns and odd markings, things of the demon world. Although, this one looks more like he’s PART of that world than a master of it. It makes Durotan heavily uneasy, being in such close quarters with the thing.

But, he stands his ground.

[corrupted-khadgar]

I’m not even on his blog, but....I think Khadgar is possibly one of the few people who could ultimately control Ka’dern. 

[iuratus-blog]

@natusexlitigo

        “So, you must be the human that my Father has been sneaking              off to see; honestly, I wouldn’t have figured you to be his type.                           You know, alive, and part of the Alliance.”