#reneitheassassin

[priestess-silindra-blog]

There is only one elf i would let in my pants if she wanted it.

Renei there are children on this website.

[mageonfire-blog]

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“Please don’t panic but your hair may or may not be slightly on fire.”

[aeviaras]

✸ I want to plot with you

Plotting with me is never hard. If you want to scheme something then lets do it!

@reneitheassassin

[shxmanismsarchive-blog]

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❝Are you saying I can’t handle an axe?❞

❝No. I am saying you cannot handle a heavy axe.                         A veteran’s axe.❞

     ❝I’ll show you how to handle an axe, tough guy. You can watch a              younger, more fit man handle it. In fact, I’ll handle two!❞

Guards. Those who were meant to handle the protection of another, perhaps the protection of multitudes. The Broken peered restlessly at each other throughout their conversation, unaware of the attention their words were drawing. Euanthe had listened to this many times. “I can do this” and “You can’t do that”. Constantly a competition. And she would only presume the younger of her guards had started such a war, as he had always been the aggressor no matter the situation. Artan was a hothead and, regardless of how decrepit his appearance had become, he would not let a soul forget it. Unimpressed the draenei watched the guard as he attempted to wield multiple weapons as large as himself. Axes freshly sharpened, cleared of their dull finishes and shining as though they had not carved skulls since their creation. Within moments a cracked grin filled the Broken’s face, only to crash when the weight of the axe heads jerked him backwards near the ground. It took muscle straining and intense determination to jerk them forward and into the ground in front of him. In turn, his partner merely smiled at him as he shot him a look fit only for death.

     ❝Perhaps if you practiced a bit more, you might be capable of                  lifting a stick before an orc takes off your head.❞

               ❝As if you’ve done anything productive lately, Mitun!❞

     A long, drawn out sigh would quickly end the ringing of insults in the      elf’s ears. Gingerly did a hand drag itself down the bones in her cheek,      pressed down just barely hard enough to drag cornflower skin with it.      Euanthe had clearly reached a point she found herself at many a time      before then.

                                                            ❝I do dislike it when they do that...❞

[of-wolves-and-lions]

'I want the K'

19. Forceful kiss

Varian pushed Renei against the walls his lips planted firmly against hers. They stayed like that for a moment until he came to terms with what was happening and pulled himself away. His hand went to his head as he contemplated what had transpired, confused at what came over him. He turned to some snickering as a succubus turned tail and fled from the room, and Varian swore under his breathe. 

“This never happened.”

[priestess-silindra-blog]

“If they want to hurt you, they’ll have to go through me first.”

“Renei...” 

Despite herself, Silindra was surprised at her friend’s words. The gaggle of grellkin that surrounded them chattered and giggled to themselves, obviously finding her tenacity amusing.

They were small demons. Silindra would have been able to take them on herself, only...She’d been fighting them off for a good 40 minutes, and the flow seemed never ending. 

“It will do no good, my friend, we must find who is summoning them if we hope to stem the tide.”

[priestess-silindra-blog]

“ 💤 reverse”

Silindra smiled down at the other woman resting peacefully against her shoulder. She supposed that returning to a nocturnal schedule would take its toll, and it would seem her estimate was correct. Carefully, Silindra slid her shoulder back, affording Renei a more comfortable and stable position. The priestess’s eyes turned to the stars and she smiled, allowing herself to get lost in though, more than content to just sit and let her friend rest in comfort and security.

[priestess-silindra-blog]

“Goodnight”

The floor was practically rotting beneath them. The lone chair that provided some form of personality to the otherwise bland room was home to a cockroach that sat proudly atop its little kingdom of stuffing and springs. Were it not for the storm raging outside, Silindra would have gladly forsaken the inn in favor of a sheltered glade. But they did not have that option. Instead, they, along with many others passing through the town, had sought shelter in one of the only inns that had any room to spare. At least the bed looked somewhat decent. They may even be able to get a good night’s sleep in it. Silindra would have offered to take the floor or chair, but... well, she wanted to make it to the other end of their journey alive. “I feel... as though we drew the short straw.”