#marhus

[vaesha-draecon]

@toomany-elves requested that their giveaway prize be used for @celestial-petal of their OC, Marhus.

[thecleverbard]

Blooming Shards

Two Sin’dorei, both alike in dignity, in fair Silvermoon, we lay their scene. of conflicting lives, some minor strifes, and yet a complimentary pair. A stunning looker with a Master, and both will make their hearts beat faster, though not to end up with disaster, in the jewel of Silvermoon. Perhaps on nights they stir a cauldron, or talk of crumbling, old, and dusty pauldrons, of battles long since forgotten, to the civilians of Silvermoon. One with hair of light, One with hair as dark as night, a shimmering mist of the two combined that would give anyone a fight of wishing that if only they could find someone as wanting as a pair of Blooming Shards. @quinaeris @marhus-felshard

[marhus-felshard]

One muse gets thrown into the other during a fight and injures them.

Marhus moves towards the door as he heard something slam into it, ears perked and a scowl already on his visage. Opening it he finds Quinaeris outside grappling with another man whose face was covered, the object they were fighting over was the priest’s purse. Before he barely had time to register the scene Quin was thrown into the Potion’s Master in place of the door, causing them both to fall back and Marhus to yelp in pain as his ankle twisted.

Despite all this, the horned man shoves Quin off, shifting to sit at his stoop as he watches the man who grabbed the purse make a run for it. With a soft snarl green flames cascaded from his gloved hand, moving in a serpentine pattern along the ground before winding around the thief’s feet, tripping him up as his soles are blistered. Though he doesn’t care to stop the flames from burning more of the man as he moves to stand.

“You best go get your purse, Quinaeris, before some other imbecile attempts to take it,” he growls, leaning heavily on one leg.

@quinaeris

[sir-camelot]

I finished the Marhus chibi!

Might offer these as a part of regular commissions.

[marhus-felshard]

"I know this may be crass and up front, Master Felshard, but you *desperately* need to get laid." -Anasterian.

Marhus sputters, his face darkening with a blush, “How will sex improve anything?”

@thecleverbard

[marhus-felshard]

"Please stay." -Anasterian

Marhus’s brows rose slowly as he stood beside the table, “Was there more you wished to talk about, Anasterian? I do have other matters I need to attend to.” Glowing eyes flitted towards the tea on the table momentarily.

@thecleverbard

[marhus-felshard]

"Try it"

Marhus quirked a brow as he eyed the sweet treat offered, “I am not sure if I would like it, I’ve never been a fan of fruit tarts. What made you think to bring it here?”

@quinaeris

[marhus-felshard]

A certain bard smiled coyly as he raised up his cup of tea at the potions master. At least, it *looked* like tea... "Never have I ever been arrested?" He sips from the cup regardless, cocking a brow as he waited for the response.

The professor moved to take a sip of his own drink, face crinkling up slightly at the taste. "And what is the point of this game again?" Marhus inquires as he places the drink back down, the lingering disgust still settled on his features.

@thecleverbard