#lynerea-amberwing

[koszmar-zycie]

(starter for @lynerea-amberwing) - with pic, for reference ‘cause why not?

Adramalech drifted, arms extended in in the air around him, chilled by the coldness of the elevation and northern sky. The tall mountains behind him drew slowly more distant, and below him the craggy earth approached. Wings, riddled with battle born wear and tear caught drafts and cupped enough of the atmosphere to slow his fall. Not a flight, but a downward glide.

Landing crouched among a small copse of trees, having impacted with the mild momentum, the Illidari captain slowly stood, and scanned the area, using the ‘sight’ which those of his dedication were accustom to, as well as his other senses. Warglaives slung on his back, the once Blood Elf man clad in mossy and vivid green flicked free hanging white hair behind his head. 

His expression was stern. His face screamed of a man who might have perhaps shared the same pleasures and sorrows of any other elf, but had long since abandoned such trivialities. Eyebrows narrowing in a slight scowl, he gave a single sniff of the air. It all felt the same these days. He wasn’t currently seeking anything in particular, nor had he detected a particular being, yet. Regardless, he spoke to himself aloud. “It’s everywhere. Even when it’s been cleared, there’s always something waiting.” 

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(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.

[koszmar-zycie]

(Starter for @lynerea-amberwing)

Clad in an interim plate mail of dusty blues, steely silver, and burnished gold trim and inlay, a Draenei paladin walked the streets of Dalaran with no particular hurry. Behind his crested forehead, a long ponytail of black bounced behind with his steps, while long sideburns trimmed his face down to the facial tendrils bearing small gold adornments.

Many Draenei were easy to imagine as the hulking, burly warriors and paladins that the frontline typically saw, and while Urias was tall and barrel chested, make no mistake, he wasn’t quite so stocky as the stereotypes implied. The maya-blue skinned man hummed a gentle but steady song to himself as he walked with a pleasantly casual pace.