#lynerea

[lynerea-amberwing]

Dragon Lynerea

 https://lady-cybercat.deviantart.com/art/Flower-Dragon-106102028

She’s still a botanist at heart, and loves housing and growing plants <3

Tagged by @koszmar-zycie

Tagging @theforgottenflight @keialaar and anyone else!

[koszmar-zycie]

(continuation for @lynerea-amberwing)

The sight of such features may have been off putting to many, but considering the nature of Adramelech himself, he hardly batted at eye at the texture and features the girl’s skin bore. “I see.” The hunter answered in summary. “I’m sure anyone could guess that I don’t generally work with kids. But respect to you for being able to work with them yourself.” His hands rested on his hips, and he contemplated her words as she prepared herself for the travel.

The Illidari removed a very long length of cloth from his pack. It was narrow, and off-white, with what appeared to be a plated headband portion tied to it. He began to progressively wrap his head, covering mouth and the entirety of his skull, carefully tightening around his smooth horns so that it held in place, though it did not proceed up past the base of them. Soon, only his neck, horns, and flickering green eyes amidst a blackness were visible.

“Tell me, Lynerea.” Adramalech spoke matter-of-factly, voice ever so slightly muted by the cloth. “I know what you told me before. But how do you get through each day, with the blood in your veins? I don’t even bear actual demonic heritage, and yet this is a battle that will claim me one way or another.” His words were carried by the same blunt voice, but were not tainted by any ill-will. These words were of a genuine interest, in attempt to understand how one of true demonic heritage could be so... timid? Naive? Perhaps simply ‘not malicious’ would be a better choice of words. 

“Maybe it’s a matter of choice. Perhaps it is better to be a demon with free will, than it is to be a self-made monster, committed to a cause until the fire inside eventually burns him out.” The Blood Elf crossed his arms, and looked upon the landscape. If his head weren’t wrapped, would his thoughts be visible on his face? Perhaps not, but he considered it a good thing that his visage was no longer visible, regardless.

[lynerea-amberwing]

Tagged by @koszmar-zycie

Name: Lynerea Amberwing (Nymn'thlith)

Age: 45

Height: 5' 10”

Weight: 126 lbs

Blood type: A+

Eye color: Green/purple

Hair color: Blue/green

Date of birth: March 2nd, 580 (or the year -12, if the calendar starts at the start of the first war)

Zodiac sign: Pisces

Shoe size: None (kinda hard with hooves)

Favorite color: Teal and gold

Favorite smell: Grummle incense

Birth gem: Aquamarine

Race: Blood Elf/Sayaad

Talents: Herbalism, armor repair, tea making and calming animals.

A wish they have always wanted: Her biggest wish came true, though in an unexpected way. Currently she wishes to help all she can to recover from the fight with the Legion, being a shoulder to lean on.

An item they hold dear to their heart: A set of ornate metal hoof jewlery, crafted by her parents.

Favorite sounds: The ambient sounds of Jade Forest, and waterfalls.

Fears: Feeling unneeded, and aggressive plants.

Accomplishments: Accepting herself.

Your muses' catchphrase: “Sorry” (she has a habit of apologizing too much)

Likes: Plants, sketching, listening and helping to sort out problems, and much of Pandaren culture.

Dislikes: War, unable to help others, the devastation the Burning Legion has left in its wake.

Any scars: Many, most of them new. A gash across the left side of her left eye, 3 claw marks leaving notches on her left ear, and an old scar on the right side of her stomach are the most noticeable.

Birthmarks: none

Something about your muse that is different from everyone else: She's able to speak perfect Eredun, and has used this ability in the past to find legion bases and assist in an assault against them. She also has a knack for calming animals, both normal and fel-born, and has helped tame a few beasts in the past.

What makes your muse cry: Seeing her friends hurt and animals getting killed.

What makes your muse happy: Good company and using her magic to do good.

What makes your muse laugh: Good company (same as above)

Does your muse love his/her parents? Why or why not: It's complicated, she loves her biological parents, but has grown to despise the father she grew up with.

Does your muse have any friends? Which friend is closest to him/her?: She has a few close friends, most from previous orders and guilds she was a part of. Her notable friends are Thren, Xani and Clara.

Your muses favorite food: She enjoyed most all pastries, though she has difficulty eating right now.

Does your muse follow a religion? If so, what is it and what are their beliefs?: She followed the Priest spirituality until recently. She's discovering a new way of beliefs currently.

Has your muse ever killed/murdered somebody? Why did they do it and what was their motive?: She only has demon blood on her weapons, all either from missions and forward assaults, or self defense.

Does your muse have a  type when it comes to physical attraction: Not really, she never looked into it much.

What does your muse find endearing personality wise: Being patient and open-minded, and aware of others.

What is the stupidest/most illogical things your muse has done and why did they do it: She had made sure she didn't take care of herself for a long time, hardly even considering taking in fel magic to be able to stand on her feet. She thought she'd be corrupted by the fel magic in her, and was terrified of what she would become if she let it grow.

Tagging: Whoever wants to do this, hardly anyone follows me anyway!

[lynerea-amberwing]

@stonestridernerd (hope you don’t mind the starter for Ken!)

The elf-demon sat up in a tree, the sweet smell of plains grass filling the air, the steady, constant wind sounding like drums, whipping though the nearby cliffs. She had a smile on her face, watching a small fawn trotting up a path nearby. A tauren looked like she called the fawn, the scrawny stick-legged creature galloping down to the shu’halo’s side. She chuckled lightly, carefully lowering herself from the tree. Nervousness set in for a moment, but she took a deep breath and approached the tauren, a smile on her face. “Excuse me ma’am, sorry to bother you, but your fawn is adorable! Does it have a name?”

[koszmar-zycie-moonguard]

(Continued - @les-lax)

“I suppose so.” Koszmar replied to the first statement with only a half-full agreement. He couldn’t help but have a feeling that things were indeed moving in circle. “You’re certain that you have the time and interest to spend? I get the impression that you have a great deal more on your mind in regards to your time than wasting it with the likes of me.” Kosmar adjusted his hood, standing as straight as his body allowed. 

The Forsaken slid the leather belt and pouches he carried into position and checked that all the buckles and contents were set and secure. “Because honestly, if you’d rather pawn me off to a teacher, then I’m sure I can make my way alone. You needn’t worry about walking on eggshells.” His hand, shrouded in worn black, gold, purple, and green gloves took a new grip of the lantern, shining it around, and shifting the light to a new directional source between them, lighting from below, and illuminating the face below the cowl.

“At any rate, if you’d rather I work this out alone, I won’t burden you with the notion that you should assist me.” The lightly swinging and pale yellow blaze made the shadows dance across the gaunt and drawn features of the Forsaken as his amber lucent eyes stared back, half visible behind the cloth. 

Koszmar turned his head to the various directions Lyn had mentioned, and was about to take a step, before he paused for a moment. Turning his head back, he gazed at the woman in thought. “Before either of us makes a decision, may I ask how far your travels extend? Not for guidance... but if you know various herbalism trainers and scholars, I wonder, perhaps, if...” He caught himself speaking prematurely hopeful on impulse. “No. Nevermind.”

[samiesan]

2 and 7? :D

I, honestly want to apologise SO HARD for forgetting about this and I HONESTLY don’t know which prompt this went with. So I’m going to use the one I just reblogged. AGAIN I’M SO SORRY! (also since there doesn’t seem to be a character attached, and since your Horde, imma pick my tauren)

Their emotional/moral weak spots

Oh A’neada is a bleeding heart! Which is probably half the reason she choose to learn the healing art of Druidism (like her aunt and her father (who’s technically a shaman)). 

Someone is having a bad day? She’d be all over that with good feelings and emotional support. Someone got a paper cut? Oh boy! Does she have a cure for that! Then, the person will get an orange or a cookie to help recoup the blood loss. You being mean to someone, you better stop that, or you’ll be facing a very, VERY, dissapointed 350 pound tauren.

Their tickle spots

Actually, she’s not all that ticklish, I mean she has some sensitive spots that she’ll flinch if someone touches her (sides, underarms, etc.) but there is no immediate “fall on the floor laughing her ass off” spots.

[ashanico]

4 and 22?

lynerea

4. the best thing that has happened to me this week.

My parents gave me enough money to pay for my college tuition and pay off my credit card! That made me so incredibly happy.

22. 5 things i want to change.

1. My spending habits.

2. My diet and exercise routines. (I don’t have any lmaoo)

3. My relationship with my boyfriend. It’s been pretty rough lately because of my depression, anxiety, and bipolar disorder. It’s been difficult for him but he’s being incredibly strong and helpful these past few years.

4. I want my hair to be longer already!!!

5. Quit smoking.

[uselesswarlock]

Evil I? *shrug*

If it’s a villain you want, it’s a villain you’ll get. Send “Evil I” for a starter with an evil version of my muse. @lynerea ))

Why isnt it just evil? That is strange now that I think about it haha))

The warlock peers up from her tome as it swirls with forbidden knowledge. “What? Did you expect something different?” She chuckled, taking a quick sip of her drink, “I do hope you didnt come expecting some help.”