#rindiir

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Doors

Unfamiliarity greets Em in the form of a calm monk. She may not value his methods, even deep down, but projected desperation above a sea of cope-born apathy has resulting in..

Silence as she stares straight up, observing every little twitch in face or thought. For a second she wonders if she intimidates him. She saw the same thought in him, she realizes. This is a friendly battle of awareness. Intimidation is not a factor. They both lower their heads.

Rin agrees neutrally. Em admits incompetence. Pride skews from confident to self-accepting. He will stop the first he sees and insist on their story.

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What kind of Dog Breed would your OC be and who would feed them?

Thanks for the ask! Currently there are three OCs that I love to think about, so if you don’t mind, have descriptions for each!

Livistus: Airdale Terrier. I can’t get over how well Liv’s aesthetic and the regality of their shape and fur mesh. I even looked up temperament and was met with “clever, courageous, proud, and friendly”, which are all things he prioritizes (that is, when he’s around other people). He’s so independent, he could catch rides on caravans and hunt on his own or work for his food.

Emerly: Okay, this isn’t a domestic dog breed, but it has to count! Coyote. She isn’t quite bulky or bold enough to be tagged with the “lone wolf” archetype. She does manage quite well on her own, and is super adaptable. As for feeding, she would occasionally slip into the supplies of someone she trusted, and they would let her.

Rindiir: Doberman Pinscher. He’s sorta big, but super lithe too, and can be stoic as a statue or a terrifying “guard dog”. He would likely eat scheduled meals, provided by his master, with other packmates (Disciples of Xuen).

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Second Impression

The young parkour artist skids across the Stygian consulate shingles and onto her fingerpads. Her eyes widen and meet those of a familiar Kaldorei.

“Hi,” she begins, as if the consulate were her home and she was a child tasked with watching the door.

Rindiir blinks and Em takes that as a prompt to slide down and address him properly. 

“You need somethin’ from Stygian suh?”

Rindiir stares on while the nimble girl shifts her light weight. At last: “I am looking to join. What is your job here?”

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As the Elf slinks away, Em watches with the same wide eyes she’d approached with. He acts differently from most.

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A delicate page is flipped.

The sun creeps along its eternal arc. Occasional din in the Mage Quarter is distant enough to be ignored in favor of learning the anatomy of peculiar draenic creatures.

A delicate footstep is taken close behind Rindiir.

Soon, the voice of a quiet girl breaks his focus. “Would ya like a flower suh?”

After moving the book’s ribbon to mark his place, Rin closes the tome and sets it at his side - the side opposite the girl, to whom he turns to look over.

The one who addressed him is a messy child, too poor or else too negligent to wear shoes for long. The most organized and appealing aspect of the girl is the colorful bouquet she clutches. He resents the gleam of her left hand.

To appease her, he accepts a single sprig of lavender and nods in thanks.

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Fear of Death

With a storm brewing in his stomach, the Kaldorei ambled to the Stormwind Cemetery. Lidded, soft eyes glazed over the names and quotes on headstones.

He recognized one surname, no more. Most of them were as strange as the honest city environment.

He ventured down the laid path, keeping to one side, refraining from dragging his gloved fingertips across the low walls, refraining from sighing too loudly. Inevitably he arrived at the memorial of the unnamed. It was there he chose to focus, and so with wordless permission his right glove was removed and he learned the surface.

Respectfully, he visited the lacy memorial of the never-forgotten Queen of Stormwind. He did not learn the surface of this one.

He exited the Cemetary without the storm, without scanning the gravemarkers again.

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Not a model, not an eyesore; Rindiir sure won’t say more.

* He seems to prefer solitude, but not stagnancy. 

* As disillusioned as he is, nobody will ever not disappoint him.

* His beliefs and practices are balanced; they are aligned with the teachings of the celestial Xuen.

* Bleached wooden prayer beads adorn both wrists.

* If you actually manage to surprise him, he might just keel over. (Not really.)

* If a research journal or historic fiction book is not in his tough hands, it is locked and chained to his waist.

* Pure Kaldorei genes allow a sleek swimmer’s physique.

* Okay he’s grumpy, so what? He isn’t, uh, bad.