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[livayl]

A sneezy OC introduction

Until now I somehow forgot about this- but I thought it would be nice to write a bit about each of my OC´s sneeze related things. I´ll start with my oldest ones and end with the newest. :3

This is going to be long af for being pure self-indulgence but you can always scroll down to the character you like the most. xD In case you want to know more or look at their art/read some stories: If the tags work right all should be found by searching my blog for the OCs name. :)

Lillandlian: 

He has a distinctive photic sneeze reflex due to his unique, pallid complexion and the fact that he has lived in a deeply shaded forest. If not in complete shadows he´ll sneeze right after waking up, when passing through rays of bright sunshine or from looking directly into any radiant source of light. Quick changes in light-and shadow ratio can trigger a sudden release as well.

Those forced photic reactions tend to be quicker and less drawn out than his regular sneezes. For example a sudden yet forceful: “heh-PTSCHieh!”   Due to his unique link with nature the druid is also oversensitive to any kind of air pollution (smoke, ashes,...). This can cause prolonged fits and even breathing troubles. Lillandlian is also prone to catch colds and vulnerable to cool weather and chills. His cold sneezes tend to be more drawn out, come in multiples and rise from deep out of his fused lungs. His regular sneezes are very wet and spraying already and things can get very messy when he´s sick. Generally he does his best to keep them as quiet and polite as possible- giving them a softly spraying, yet forceful kind of tone. This won´t work when his nose is affected very badly- they´ll burst out unrestrained, loud and thus embarrass him even more than his regular ones.  The sounds are all wet, spraying with a lot of force behind and often ending with a higher pitch. Mostly expressed in one or two syllables but rarely in three. ”hhh-TDZSSSSCHiieh!”,  “ hah-IDZSCHHIIIEW!” Stifling them always hurts and needs lots of effort but he will do so to be unobtrusive and considerate despite his discomfort. Telling him to stop will secretly relieve him a lot.  The centaur always tries to shield or angle them away from people and prefers to safely release sneezes into a handkerchief. If nothing else is available he´ll sneeze against his bare forearm, wrist or into his hands. Feeling or seeing his own spray makes him cringe and shutter though.  He will bless other people with: “May Acacia bless you!/Acacias blessings be with you!” or simple “Blessings to you!/Bless you!” -referring to the goddess of nature and creation and wishing the other health in that way. Lillandlian will be very flustered after sneezing himself and apologize. 

Shokhrakka: 

Is sensitive to certain flowers and healing herbs. They will make his nose itch and tingle for a while before the teasing grows into a more pressing need. At that point his nose will be utterly swollen shut and they´ll burst out suddenly. With a lot of force behind. 

There´s not too much actual voice in them but a snarling, deeply growling quality mixed with the distinct sound of air rushing by mighty tusks. The kind of release that vibrates through ones chest and scrapes the throat a bit. Also they´re really loud and tend to startle others. They mostly happen in singles but a very persistent tickle can cause a double with a stray third trailing behind. They mostly sound like: “Huhhr-ERZSSCH-UE!”, “HEH-HURRZSCHH-ah!” Changing or cleaning his several nose piercings can cause a sudden and powerful reaction too. The big Orc is rarely sick and generally not prone to any kind of infection. Shokhrakka is not considered to be a sneezy person and has no other sensitivities.  He´s simply angling his head to an unoccupied side or will sneeze down towards the floor- not being rude on purpose but simply not thinking further about the matter. Surprisingly he always carries a handkerchief with him in case he needs to blow his nose.  If another person sneezes he´ll mostly ignore it but is more attentive to people who are close to him. Then he´ll make sure that the sneeze is not caused by any kind of discomfort. And in case it was: Find a way to ease it.

Marya: 

The Alchemist is allergic to a flower that´s simultaneously an important  medical ingredient called pale nightingale. It´s pollen or crushed petals will cause an instant and strong allergic reaction expressing itself in multiple wet, desperate sneezes. And a clogged or streaming nose as well as badly tearing eyes.  Generally her sneezes are pronounced softly: There´s a wet, mellow sound in them even in the bigger ones and they´re mostly voiced and blended together as one syllable, very rarely two. They come in rapid, spraying multiples that have a distinct “girlish” pitch and ending.  “apTSCHIU! -TSSCHih! -ahTSSCHIEW!” or “ Ah~PTSCHiih!- IZSCH-uh!- TDSCHiuh!”

They´re neither very loud nor very quiet and almost never stifled. She´d only restrain them to avoid sneezing on somebody or infecting another person. Marya tries to cover with a handkerchief or something else available. She is thoughtful about germs and careful not to cause others harm. Yet sneezing is a completely natural thing to her and normally no cause of embarrassment or stress. 

She also has the kink and very much enjoys most sneezes of other women. Especially those from her girlfriend Amaziah. In that relationship Marya has fantasies about being sneezed on and inducing the Archmage in various scenarios.With the later both have had a surprising amount of fun and excitement already. Although not a necessity for fun sneezing does play a big role in her sexuality.  Maryas overall constitution is very sturdy and healthy though she´s prone to falling sick when overworking herself over a long period of time. Or after taking care for Amaziah- because despite knowing better she´s adamant in cuddling and keeping comfortingly close to her girlfriend. There any shared intimacy and care is worth a possible contagion in her opinion.  She´ll mostly wish the other “Gesundheit!” after a sneeze but will vary with “Bless you.” or exclusively to Amaziah the elven “Anvael ci na´eve.” from time to time.

Amaziah:

Is a rather sneezy person and hates every bit of it. She´s a highly decorated leader that personally emphasizes a lot on self-control, manners and ever present strength. So when her body is “disfunctioning” like this it makes her feel angry, annoyed and embarrassed in company.   This is why she´ll try to fend off the inevitable multiple releases as best as possible when others are in vicinity. That works only for a while though. If she´s forced to give in she´ll try to stifle them with cruelly pinching her nose. The action is hurtful, full-bodied but mostly silent. Sometimes the restraint fails and is painfully audible: “-kdnxxt-ugh” or like “Hah-kngxt-uh”. Her natural sneezes are clearly vocalized and mostly separated in two or three syllables: The first distinctly stressed, the middle a deep, harsh and throat scraping sound and the third again rising in pitch and vocalization. Also very loud and a bit achy for her chest: “ Hah-ERRSCHH-hue!”, “huh-AERSSCHH-ah!”. Amaziah has severe dust allergies and is suffering from a strained physical constitution that makes her fall sick often and easily. In addition to that she´s mostly unable to get the much needed rest and thus her condition worsens despite healing potions.  She does hate it when others acknowledge this or react to her sneezing which is why most people have given up on it. They get the dreaded and very intimidating “How dare you!” stare if they dare to offer a blessing. This does not include close people or her girlfriend Marya however: While Amaziah had felt embarrassed and shy about the matter of sneezing at the beginning of her relationship she´s now fine with it as long as both are in private. She even enjoys inducing for her but struggles with the concept of actually sneezing freely.  

The Archmage prefers to turn aside and muffle them securely into a silk handkerchief or the crook of her arm.   Normally she does not offer any kind of blessing because she things it would make others as uncomfortable as herself. She may make an exception for Marya though:  “Anvael ci na´eve.” Amaziah is afraid of germs and thus always aiming for good hygiene in both ways. She´s struck with quite some persistent stuck sneezes and false starts from time to time.

Azra: 

Does share some sensitivities regarding certain flowers and healing plants with her half brother. They cause a lingering, buzzing sensation inside her nose that soon spreads to a full faced tickle and discomfort. She´ll try to harshly rub it out of every offended place which will cause her eyes to water even more. She mostly doesn't mind rubbing, grinding or even wiping her nose against her palm or back of the hand. Her nose responds with a lot of visible crinkling and flaring nostrils when teased.  Other than those triggers she also has a slight sensitivity to dust. It doesn't bother her much in small portions but can trigger some impressive sneezes when she´s exposed to bigger amounts over time.  Azra is not sick too often but when it hits her it´s usually doing so in a hard, unforgiving fashion. She´s not too good with taking care of herself and tries to hide any discomfort since being sick is could be equalized to a weakness she can´t really afford.  Generally her casual sneezes tend to come in doubles with the occasional triple. Her pre-sneeze face and build up are rather expressive and involve a lot of snarling, fang baring and possibly a few irritated hitches that grow in strength and audible depth before reaching their climax.  The final releases are very harsh and resound in her chest with a latent growling intensity. They´re sound could be described as “masculine”, fairly vocal, loud and she mostly sneezes off to her free side: “HuhhrERSSCHH-UH!  HAH-ERSSSCHH-ue!- HURH-EIZSSCHhah!” She does make an effort to cover or shield them when she´s sick. Will even try to stifle when in close quarters despite the fact that this is not fully possible due to her protruding, very big tusks. It´s a good way to tell that she´s unwell though. As are the longer fits that can hit her when she´s suffering from a bad headcold. Azra sometimes uses her plenty nose piercings to coax out some stubborn stuck sneezes rather violently. The feeling of having to sneeze and not being able to is a lot more annoying to her than the actual release.  Generally she doesn´t feel bad about sneezing if it´s not happening in an inconvenient situation or displaying too much vulnerability.  She´s not very used to any kind of blessings or reactions related to sneezing. 

Zephyr: 

Has the kink. And enjoys his own sneezes more than those of another person. He loves the feeling of it, the start of a light teasing tickle that rapidly grows into a more demanding itch. The first subtle and than more visible changes it causes to his body posture, breathing and face. The building pressure in his lungs right before the exquisite release hits him. 

The Satyr goes even so far as to watch his reflection while the sneeze builds- his eyes try to stay open and admiring as long as possible but will eventually be forced shut.  If he would live in a modern day setting instead of the present high fantasy one Zephyr would record his sneezes to watch and listen to them later. Revel in the moment and feeling. And probably have pleasure with it all over again. He can be rather embarrassed to sneeze in front of another person though.  Both things can lead to activating his curse: He´s prone to evoke gusts of wind and even storms with any kind of deeper routed feelings. So semi destructive blasts of wind that trail after some sneezes are an often occurring possibility. 

To Zephyrs own dismay he does not have many allergies. Luckily for him his nose is very sensitive to touch and inducing- a condition he uses very often. With feathers, sensual massages or by teasingly plucking the chain that´s attached to his nose piercing.  Zephyrs sneezes mostly build teasingly slow and are almost always precluded by a series of hitching breaths. Sometimes slightly moaned in desperation. They´re harsh and full-bodied commitments that tend to rattle him more than a bit. Although he does try to give them a (to him) pleasant sound: Always aiming for all three syllables, audibly parted and still musically melting into each other. With that slightly over dramatic rise in pitch and voice towards the end to conceal the harsher middle part: 

“hah-heh- HAH-ERRSCH-iiuuh!- HAH-IZSSCHH-iuh!- hheh- ah- Hadt-EISSCHIOO!” He´s not the type to stifle because... Why miss out on something great? Zephyr will sneeze freely and uncovered when alone but will turn aside to sneeze against his forearm or wrist when around people. 

Evan: 

This man has an immune system so strong it´s an almost indomitable fortress. Which is good since his husbands health is the exact opposite. Normally he does not sneeze much at all but has developed a nasty and itchy allergy to birch tress and hazel bushes. When exposed his eyes and nose are opening the flood gates simultaneously while both turning visibly red and irritated. His nose starts to tingle and buzz with sneezy desperation right after and it doesn't take long to be fully overcome.  Despite him being very tall and muscular his sneezes are restrained and squelched into almost silent submission. And directly followed by an achy groan or shaky exhale. Desperate and painful sounding stifles that can arrive in singles or a whole big party when allergies hit him.  Initiated by a big breath and trembling grimace as his hand flies up to press against his shaking septum in a futile attempt to avoid the following: “HAH-nxdt!-uhh” or “HEH-kxndt-ah!” and very rarely he looses the battle for control after a longer fit- ending it with a harsh: “AERRRSCHooh!” or a similar sounding, very relieving sneeze. All variations are followed by some sniffs and a husky “xcuse me...”. His Love does chide him for stifling and keeps reciting the risks and possible harms of this kind of action. Although this does not stop Evan from doing it again.  Most of his stifles are dry since he effectively blocks every other option. A full release or a bad allergy day can still turn out messy from time to time. 

Evan always sneezes against his shoulder, into the crook of one arm or into his shirt that will be hastily pulled up over mouth and nose. He is especially careful with keeping all kinds of germs away from his husband Alexej. He´s not scared of catching things himself though.  He does thank people for blessing him and also very friendly blesses others who are in close vicinity to him. No matter if they´re friends or complete strangers. Has kind of a funny habit with calling “bless you!” through the whole flat upon hearing his husband sneeze in a far away corner of their shared place.  Which leaves Alexej blushing a bit, silently thinking: “Was it.... that loud?” before calling back a flustered “Thank you!”.

Alexej:

His health is very frail with his immune-system  actually compromised due to several chronic issues. He´s almost all the time at least achy and sniffly with the tendency to get worse very fast and really seriously.  In addition to catching colds and being sick way to often Alexej is also suffering from severe dust and perfume allergies.  Both he and his husband Evan do avoid any kind of scented products and keep their shared flat meticulously clean.  Despite the constant struggles his nose did not seem to have hardened against outside teasing since it can be vexed and irritated pretty easily.  All these ailments make him a very sneezy person and when doing so it´s almost always happening three times in a row. Although an allergy attack can easily cause a prolonged fit.  Especially his cold sneezes build awfully slow- teasing him with lots of gasped out hitching and a couple of false starts here and there. A struggle so clearly visible in his desperate facial expressions.  When they finally come they do so forcefully and accompanied by a lot of mess while shaking his lithe body and leaving him dizzy.  Despite their force and volume the sound is desperate yet underlined with a rather soft, spraying base that´s ending in a higher pitch. “hhh-heh-hhiih-PTZSSCH-hieh!”, “-IZZSSSCH-iieew!” He manages to keep his regular “just an itchy nose” kind of sneezes a bit lower in volume and force. They´ll built and come more sudden and he´ll hold them back to a more suppressed but still spraying “TZSCHieh!”.  If possible Alexej will always try and muffle his sneezes into a tissue, his sleeve or crook of an arm- resulting in big, very visible wet spots and a lot of blushing.

He used to apologize a lot after sneezing but has moderated that habit around Evan a bit due to his husbands constant reassurances and care. Although generally he´s feeling both deeply embarrassed and angry at himself for his often “misbehaving” nose and shattered immune system.  Having to sneeze in public, or worse in front of his audience during a concert, is still a huge horror for him. One that´s recurring from time to time despite his tries to ward it off.  Alexej is often too shy to bless anyone besides his husband Evan. He dislikes it when his husband stifles because he´s worried it will cause harm or hurt him. Alexej himself has had bad experiences with stifling- which is why he avoids doing so. 

Whew that was it for now. Somehow that was great to do but harder to write than an actual fic. Hope you liked reading it though! :)

[livayl]

Tusks and Comfort

After getting increasingly annoying with my non snz Azra drawings I thought it´s time to finally post her first story. :P This is about Orcs and takes places before the outbreak of the great war. Meaning Shokhrakka is somewhere in his mid 30s. Azra is his 5 years younger half-sister.

When Azra falls ill during a shared hunting trip Shokhrakka shows off his great big-brother skills. There is also a really cute, young warg named Tusk. Warnings for: slight bad language at some points. Uncovered sneezing that does NOT hit anybody. It´s basically hurt-comfort mixed with a little snark and an adorable puppy. 

Please only reblog this to other snz-kink blogs, thank you. :)

Only enlighted in a dwindling, already dulled sundowns dusk the shaded hollows looked their name more than ever. Once a giant mountain so tall its peak had burst through the highest clouds, frozen and hostile even in summer, now a steep ravine reaching up to the heavens on both of its sides. Its charcoal intestines where streaked with an extensive cave system that intertwined almost infinitely; a careless individual would be forlorn, doomed to an early grave within the former giants cold corpse. Sharp, glistening slopes were disguised in malnourished trees and thorny bushes slightly punctuated with narrow paths only known by few. All cloaked in an ever present opaque fog that, swirling tightly around each figure, created new material for nightmares with each new veil. Obsidian rocks and faded green canopies now glistened with thousands of icy droplets as rainwater poured down heavily. Seeping and carving its own ways, adding new clouds of mist in its wake. As intimidating and dangerous as they were, the towering rock walls and the deeply shaded earth in between were the chosen nights accommodation for a small hunting party. Two orcs sat in a small, shallow cave. Closely huddled together with a full grown warg and its barely adolescent brother under a pointed ledge. Their quarry so consumed the carcass was barely discernible in the dim light. If one listened carefully, the soughing melody of rainfall was split by the edged sound of flint stone hitting gravel.

The wood was still young, freshly grown and thus more in sap than Azra would have preferred it to be. It took a while to ignite the wispy branches until a warm amber glow finally twirled them up in an almost hypnotic motion. She watched them getting devoured by the blazing dance until black billows veiled her sight.  The resulting smoke was thick, accompanied by ascending sparks and stung as it wafted skywards. 

This seemed to be more than her already assaulted senses could handle as the sharp stench crushed her last resolve and triggered a harsh, prolonged coughing fit. If that alone had not been embarrassing enough, successfully attracting her older half-brothers attention and hidden concern, the itch further up her nose seemed to have been kindled as well. Azra barely had time to fully avert her head or shield her mouth, the sudden urge to sneeze so strong it did not build but explode in a single loud almost primal gasp that did culminate in a rushed: "HEHR-ERSSSCHH-uh!" - that, released down her lap and barely restrained by tightly clenched jaws, escaped through the gap her massive tusks naturally left. Right in its wake came the second one, the irritation still persistently present, forcing her head to rear back as a deep inhale strained her chest. If not overwritten by the sheer urgency of this reflex Azra would have been aware of how frightening the displayed snarl appealed: An already grim face distorted even further, many argent piercings mirroring the fires unsteady flicker. Bushy brows drawn deeply together above teary crimson, slightly slanted eyes. The bridge of her orcish nose crinkled even more while her nostrils flared, curling upwards as did her upper lip, revealing mighty fangs: "Huuhrr-EISCHHAH!"

"Ew. Careful where you spit at." Came Shokhrakka reply from her left, his usual sonorous voice vibrating with suppressed amusement. "Fu-hah- Fu~ck-HEH-WRISSSCH! you- Snrfff."

The repeated disturbance had woken and attracted the younger wargs keen senses, made him scoot even closer to its source. His ashen coat still felt slightly damp as out sized, clawed paws scratched over leather clad skin and a cold, wet nose bumped against Azras bare arm. The cool touch evoked a  light shiver.   

"Aww....Sorry for startling you, Tuskie. Just snrrf some smoke drifted the wrong way." She gently cooed and rumpled through the wargs shaggy fur, carefully massaging his big triangular head with her own claws. Tusk immediately felt invited to cuddle into her side. Underestimating his own strength he nearly slammed into the Orc as he tried to climb into her lap. His tail kept wagging excitedly, fluffy butt following suit with each turn, which dulled his already feral appearance to looking like a long overgrown puppy. "Careful there." Azra chuckled, the low hum re-sparking an irritation deep in her aching throat to a burning blaze that threatened to lead to another coughing fit. 

"Gonna sneeze again?" Her brother asked while scrutinizing her facial features that had scrunched up in a subconscious painful wince. "Ugh I hope not. That was enough to last a damned month."

Shokhrakka smiled as the young warg had finally wrestled enough to reach his planned destination and leaned back against his best-friends chest, pink tongue lolling out in a vain attempt to lick over Azras face. His own heart lovingly-ached a little as Azras full lips curved upwards while her strong, long arms embraced his lanky body. Eyes shining brightly as she dodged the juveniles wet attempts of affection over and over again only to playfully pat and kiss Tusks forehead in between. Still, even shrouded by the crackling fires golden glow she seemed pallid and tired, grayish-olive skin that used to have a metallic hue now dulled dustily. Her nose and the area around her eyes were tinted unhealthily dark and the many adornments seemed to feel more irritating than gracing. The soft sheen was not able to blur the indications of exhaustion that had crept deeper into sharply chiseled expressions as the day had progressed.

  Maybe he should have listened to his instincts more than her assurances when this morning his half-sister had woken both of them up with a rattling cough. Sitting in a bed ruffled and damp with a nights cold sweat gleaming sickly like a lost wraith in a swamp. But as much as he already came to understand her, she would have denied any weakness and refused to postpone their hunting trip anyways. Sometimes a culture so obstinately driven with status of strength had its downsides. And little had he known of Azras unrelenting sense of pride born out of pure necessity that came with being a warrior in a culture dominated by men. Only the ever present display of both physical and mental health, a raw force sharpened to comprehensive might, had enabled her to become the warrior that was now feared and admired. Although her nose seemed to have forgotten this important knowledge as the twitching and widely flaring nostrils indicated the urge to relent and release another- or several- sneezes.

He silently observed her crinkling and rubbing said nose, lips already parted more than usual while her mouths corners slowly turned downwards. Then, sudden yet fluent like all her movements, she lifted the heavy warg from both to one knee, hands securely around its waist, inhaled deeply and sneezed harshly off to her free side: "hhhHH-HuhhrESSCHH-UH! -hhh-haah-ERRRSCHHaah!" The expulsions were accompanied by a fine but copious spray clearly made visible by the campfire´s backlight and followed by a volley of rattling, chesty coughs. Tusks ears flattened as he squirmed against her solid grip, his own nose trembled and chaps lifted from sharp teeth with concern at his owners violent spasms. "Hey... You´re alright?" Shokhrakka asked, unable to hide his worry any longer. "It´s all good" Azra sputtered out between coughs, still painfully twisted away from both the animal and her brother as much as possible. "You´re aware that the pup can´t catch anything from you, right?" "There´s nothing to catch." Azra replied, sarcasm unable to mask the rasp breaking her tone. "You were the one who told me to watch my spit. " 

"Come here pal, let´s give her a little more space to breath." Shokhrakka said and lifted the restless warg back down to the ground. "You are not getting sick on me out here, are you?" He then asked again, voice lowered to the warmest big-brother tone it was able to achieve. Shokhrakka could clearly see her conflicted between giving reassurance with a lie and the honesty his younger sister normally valued so much. "I-I caught a chill. Nothing bad. Just a little coughing and sneezing." She replied elusively. "A lot coughing and sneezing." Her brother replied flatly. Which wasn't an exaggeration. Through all the time he had traveled and fought aside his sister he had witnessed her ghastly injured and in oppressed pain but had rarely heard or seen a sign of illness. Neither a prolonged fever, cough nor sneeze. In fact the only incident he could recall the later was a harsh double brought about by one of those nasty herbal ingredients- and that felt like months ago.

Azra shivered violently against Tusks warm body and tried to focus on the steady dripping sound of rain and the swooshing movement of paddling paws. The not so little puppy seemed to hunt in his dreams as well- his legs and ears twitching and moving alertly from time to time. Sometimes emitting a low, humming growl that vibrated his whole frame. Azra had barely managed to suppress any more symptoms but had not been able to eat and now it appeared she had lost her ability to sleep as well. Unable to breath through her nose she had to keep her mouth open which irritated her sore and aching throat even further. Threatened to cause convulsive coughing fits every few minutes that she fought fiercely to muffle and suppress. A fight she was predestined to loose.

Amid one of those battles she felt one of Shokhrakkas big and rough hands clumsily rub semicircles between her shoulder blades. Sadly it did little to sooth the tight feeling in her chest, right above her lungs where all the coughing made it ache deeply. "Gross. If you want to cuddle you´re barking up the wrong tree. Sleep, brother." "As if anyone could with all of your baying." "... Sorry for keeping you awake." "Don´t worry about it." "I could go outside." Azra suggested. 

In truth she had tried to get up to go outside twice after their wargs had fallen asleep, snoring soundly. Either prevented by  a sudden vertigo or Shokhrakkas sudden yet strong grip around her ankle. Not that she could not have been stronger, she thought, when reality was that her whole body felt so weak and wobbly she did not trust herself wrestling with an infant yet alone a fully grown Orc. For tonight it seemed like wrestling that nasty illness was all Azra could spend her remaining strength for. As a new coughing fit forced her to press an already sodden piece of cloth tightly against her mouth, her nose, that damned pesterer, caught the opportunity to follow suit with being intrusive. The prickling tickle spread swiftly, almost stabbing the insides of her already widely flaring nostrils and forced her to suck in a deep rattling breath.

Gods be fucking damned she wished...- "hh hheh HHH-HURRR-ESSCHH!"- she could be- "haah-HERSCHHH-ah!"- more- "HDT-ERSSCHHUH!"- hell not again- "HRAH-EESCHHH-uh!"- quiet... Tusk had woken again, jumped up and looked around confusedly. Sensing no danger, his intelligent eyes stopped their search and locked into Azras own. Two gleaming, golden beacons met smoldering red abysses in the caves dusky twilight. Azras shivering worsened the moment the warm and heavy weight in front of her was gone and she started to curl inward against the sudden chill. "Come on, get up if you can. I´ll spark the fire a little more."

Shokhrakka had tried not to let his worry bleed through too much. But as the awakening flames started their crackling waltz, casting flickering shadows and emitting hordes of glowing sparks, they poured a warm, revealing light over Azras shaking figure. The flaring blaze further illuminated her hollow and pale face that had a glow on it´s own- burning with fever and decorated with glittering droplets of cold sweat around her brow and protruding horns. She squinted her once blazing eyes that seemed dulled to gleaming coal. More swallowing the light than reflecting it.

And it did not seem like she would make it the few steps without an accident. She was swaying dangerously while rising, close to toppling over into the flames. The last thing they needed were burn wounds. "Let me help you." Shokhrakka said, doing his best to sustain his sisters body despite her increasingly growing growls and tension. "Let go or I´ll bite you." She hissed between bared fangs. "Yeah because your feeling so hot you can withstand the flames. Here, sit."   Shokhrakka sat down next to the fire, on the smoke averted side, and leaned her against his shoulder on one and the cave walls on the other side for support. Tusk whined faintly, unable to snuggle against his orcish friend without risking to singe his fur. He then turned to bark at his older sister who, still tired and worn from hunting, just yawned in response.

"I can sit by myself." Azra mumbled hoarsely but felt more steady with her brothers tall body seated next to her. Firm, scarred and even a little protective as the shaded hollows themselves. "Hush." "You don´t have to stay up with me." She said a little embarrassed and watched Tusk playfully biting into Varz tail. The elder warg turned to snap at him with an annoyed snarl that started a bickering not unusual for the diverse siblings. "Psst." "You´ll get sick too." "Thought it was  just a little coughing and sneezing." "Ye-hhehh-yes... Still." "I won´t get sick."

As much as she hated and dreaded it at the same time, this wretched illness seemed eager to test her brothers immune resolve, reigniting a tickle that had been sparked by the sudden firelight. With Shokhrakka so close she saw no choice but to contain the incoming eruptions as best as possible even if she knew how painful that could end. "Huh-" Azras breath started to hitch and as her lungs drew in a deep breath. She crushed her tickling nose between thumb and forefinger while simultaneously shielding her mouth with the palm of the same hand. "-Haaa-HDT-ERSCH-uh! HehDZSCH-ah..." She could not have done anything to avoid the sneezes, neither was she able to bite back the pained groans after every one. "Ouch. Need to wipe your nose?" "Ndo... Uh..." She managed to answer through thick congestion pounding in her even heavier head while pondering if it would be too disgusting to wipe her soiled hand on her tunic. Screw it, she had done worse. 

"Gross." Azras brother mimicked her former statement only to lessen the impact with an olive branch clad in a soft handkerchief. "Didn't know you own a thing like that." "I´m always good for surprises." Shokhrakka replied over her productive noseblow that was followed by an even more yielding yawn. "Try to sleep a little." "I´m not tired..." Azra mumbled. Her eyes caught sight of Tusk and Varz who had ended their little quarrel and were starting to lay down next to each other. Their breaths already coming in slow, relaxed huffs. 

She felt the pleasantly soothing warmth of the campfire caressing her front and her sides steadied against both rock solid and safe surfaces; one cold and the other feeling like home. Azras eyes slowly drifted shut, breathing deepening and less labored through the upright position. The soft cloth fell out of her grip as dreams sung their relaxing melodies from afar. Sleep did not sound that bad....

[livayl]

Veiled In Nocturnal Shadows

Going to cross post and dump it here as well just because “why not?”.  In case someone out here wants to re-blog it, please only to other kink blogs, thank you.  Warnings: some cussing here and there. Also: This has a part 2 as well. :)

This story takes place in a fantasy setting. In a world flourishing with magic that is currently sundered with a war raging between different alliances and a still unknown foe. It follows two main protagonists which are a Centaur (a mythical creature half human, half white deer in this case) and an Orc that are on a continuous flight.

Shokhrakka dozily listened to natures soothing evening symphony while Lillandlians gentle pace lulled him further towards sleep. Birds chirped their last sweet songs conducted by even hoof beats before parting in favor of nights darker tones.

The air was crisp with frost and so clear it seemed distilled. Hardly breathed on by a smell other than the sweetly bitter perfume of resin and pine needles combined with the fresh purity of currently falling snow. The flakes stroked the exposed grayish skin around the Orcs closed eyes and melted on the tip of his nose. If not for this small discomfort he could have sunken deeper into the cocoon of warming fur and seductive rest that was badly needed.

In truth sleep was something Shokhrakka was not yet ready to allow himself. After they had been chased for so long it seemed treacherous to dwell too deep in this moment of fugitive peace born out of fatigue. Despite the still lingering threat he must have slid into a deeper slumber only startled by a sudden noise disrupting dusk's last sounds: "-hdtZSSSCHhhh!"

Rapidly blinking his gaze was fixed on the cascade of moonlight colored hair nearly veiling Lillandlians whole back. His companions human half seemed almost lost in his over sized cape and shivered slightly while raising back to its natural rigid posture.

"...My apologies for waking you." The usual silky, flowing voice came out weary on the edges, muffled by exhaustion.

"You okay? Want me to walk?" Shokhrakka asked.

"...hah..Snnfff! Pardon. I feel fine, you can stay mounted. I believe we are almost far enough to make camp for the night anyways." The Taur answered.

Now almost completely enveloped by the forests gloom and nights shadowy cloak Shokhrakka was especially grateful for his orcish night vision. The trees around them towered more intimidating than he could remember before closing his eyes. Standing so close to each other, sprouting out of what seemed like a sea of undergrowth, that he wondered how Lillandlian had maneuvered himself through without so much as breaking his pace.

Yet, the druid must feel at home immersed into this wilderness that seemed to part and prosper at his will.

The canopy above was so dense it was a ward against snow and the icy wind that in return bereaved them from almost every light. Almost swallowed by darkness, led astray from stars and moon. In the dim atmosphere their surroundings melted together in twisted shades, creating creatures never seen before.

Lillandlian seemed unconcerned while guiding them through thorny bushes draped with glistering cobwebs. Deeper and deeper towards the forests black heart that beat in foreign shrieks of nocturnal animals.

Shokhrakka bared his fangs and big tusks to bite back the growl that had risen from the depths of his largely muscled chest. He could not yet place it but something in here made his skin crawl with unease.

"Please do not worry my friend, here is nothing that would harm us."

"I´m not worried. Orcs never worry."

"Oh that sure comes in hhh...haah..handy during times like these." Lillandlian answered, his common chant discordant and oddly wavering.

Shokhrakka could feel and see the muscles of both fused bodies tense as his companion was forced to pause walking, completely overcome by more pressing issues than a light conversation.

"hhhh HA-PTSSSCHH! hheehh-PTSSSCHHih! hhiH-KDZSSSCHhieh!" The sneezes caused his upper body to bent forward almost violently and echoed wetly into the shelter of his cupped hands.

"You wanted to unseat me? Almost managed to!" Shokhrakka scoffed as the Taurs front hoofs scraped the iced ground while his tail traced angry luminescent trails behind them.

"Excuse me." Lillandlian answered, dignity overridden by urgent wet sniffs and the repulsed shake of his soiled hands.

The gesture caused Shokhrakka to laugh even harder.

Granting his friend this small outburst of mirth, the Taur went on, crisp moss and long gone dead twigs rustling aside with every tiring step. He felt ashamed for admitting it but the short period of carrying the heavy Orc clad with even heavier armory had robbed his last strength. His steps had started to waver, muscles trembling and strained so hard every cord had become apparent beneath his silvery fur. Body shaking not only by the cold that had taken advantage of his already weakened state but pure exhaustion.

Yet he did not want to let his friend unintentionally harm an environment so deeply flourished by magic it had called out for him from afar and now hummed in unison with his quickened heartbeat. The forests ballad had promised shelter from their pursuers but also a bloody revenge for violation of its unspoken rules.

A sharp tickle suddenly sparked deep in his sinuses disturbed his train of thoughts as he stumbled forward, front legs buckling with the force of the following expulsions.

"hhah-ADZSSSCHHhhh! -TDZSSSSCHiieh!"

"Fuck now you nearly had me flying, Lilly." The comforting hand steadying the Taurs shoulder betrayed Shokhrakkas mocking tone. Warm and strong it was vowing for protection and aid.

"Forgive me." Lillandlian replied, voice breathless.

"Nah nothing to forgive. C´mon, I´ll walk."

Lillandlian could not suppress the sight of relive as he felt the crushing weight carefully sliding down his back. Ever so quiet it did not escape the Orcs keen sense of hearing.

"Damn, knew I´m too heavy for you." He grumbled while walking a devastating semicircle through the local flora to face his companions front. The Taur cringed at the feeble cries of crushed sprouts underneath Shokhrakkas massive boots.

"Please watch your step, you are damaging the offspring of the dead."

"What?"

"Those plants you just walked over. Some won´t recover."

"The whole shitplace is one giant plant. Kinda hard not to touch anything." Shokhrakka snarled in growing annoyance.

"It is not about touching." Lillandlian sighted. "Please, I did not mean to start a fight."

"If I was fighting, you and your beloved forest would know." The Orc grumbled, neither understanding the scolding nor his friends seemingly endless care for anything regarding nature.

"Further in or this area does not make much of a difference anymore. We can st-huh-excuse-hdt-KDZZZSSSCH!...Stay-heh-re- HEH-IDZZSCHH-IIIEH! Snnfff -my apologies. Stay here all the same." The Taur shook his head in aversion of the warm moisture that had whetted his hastily raised hands and most likely sprayed all nearby surroundings as well.

"You got a lot of those lately." Shokhrakka remarked, now too worried to enjoy his friends exaggerated distaste and embarrassment at something so trivial as a sneeze.

"It´s cold." Lillandlian replied flatly, his shuddering body and azure hued lips speaking for themselves.

As an answer Shokhrakka loosened the lacing of his soft furry poncho, draped it over his friends trembling bestial half and closed it around his upper waist.

"D-d-don´t you snffff need it yours-s-self?"

"No. Watch it, nose is dripping all over your precious plants." The Orc grinned.

Choosing not to respond to this observation, the Taurs sour grimace was quickly hidden behind his sleeve, graceful legs prancing in place.

"Thank you. I shall start now..."

With that announcement he walked forth through the now gently swaying ocean of greens, searching for a spot to let it thrive even further. He found it only a few steps away, feathery ferns prospering in a bed of moss coated by fine layers of fir needles.

With a deep breath Lillandlian let his senses melt with the ambiance surrounding him. The air was still cool but instead of biting sharply it was now mellow with the familiar warmth of deepest woodland, soothingly fragrant with the resinous smell of wood and ancient times.

A gentle breeze breathed through the branches above, carrying the chant of another descending night that fused with his pulsating heart. Tingling magic rose with every slow and steady beat, embracing him with it´s familiar energy. Growing grass gently caressed his ankles, ascended further up his slender legs only to playfully tickle his firm chest, causing fine ethereal hairs to stand erect. Thorny branches matured even further, gaining height and strength while turning towards the superior treetops to form a hollow both impenetrable and protective.

Eyes still closed Lillandlian felt it forming a shelter around him, soft now blooming moss simultaneously thickening to a mattress sprinkled with lilac stars sparkling out of a sky deeply green. Despite his exhaustion he felt whole again for a moment, almost revitalized within natures strong grasp.

Full lips drawn into a content smile the Druid opened his crimson glowing eyes and raised a welcoming hand towards Shokhrakka, who still marveled at the Druids creation.

The Orc entered their freshly blossomed hideout with atypical hesitation, the echo of power almost palpable within its dim entrails.

"It is not wise to spark a fire within these woods or do other grave damage. Same will go for robbing the forests fruits without permission. As long as we stay considerate of those rules we will be safe and accepted." The Taur explained.

Later, after eating meager leftovers and bothering with even more mundane needs, both where readying themselves for a promising slumber. Shokhrakka, who had formerly intended to heed his companions enigmatic advice without further comment, could not help but notice Lillandlians increased shivering and general worsened condition. He had seen deep violet shadows under his friends sunken eyes and pallid alabaster skin marbled grey with fatigue before nightfall's pitch black cloak had veiled the Taurs frame. His friend had barely eaten, each piece of dry bread nearly the cause of a new coughing fit. Now, leaned against his trembling body, Shokhrakka could detect an alarming wheeze in wake of most breaths.

He was about to discuss the merits of even a small campfire when Lillandlians breath started to hitch and waver erratically. The Centaurs animal chest and solid belly started to heave and expand in response, softly vibrating against Shokhrakkas back.

"Heh... hhh hnght-uh!.. heh-kgnxt-hah..." Shaken by the suppressed force Lillandlians upper half had bend down despite his best efforts to be as unobtrusive as possible. Mocking these intentions even further, the vicious tickle refused to pass and started to rise again only moments after the last release.

"hhh- ...HEH-ngxdt-hah!" Even more intense than before the sneeze caused a sharp bolt of pain through his nasal passages up to his forehead and bent him forward, yet the prickling irritation seemed indomitable.

"Fucking hell Lilly, stop doing that!"

"I´m sorry, cand´t help ih-hhah... HAH-KNGXT!..." This one left him dizzy, head spinning while he hesitantly released the rigorous grip arresting his stubborn nose. "The itch won´t stop..." He admitted ruefully.

"Not the sneezing. It´s bad holding them in like that. Even listening hurts." Shokhrakka replied a little softer.

"Oh..." Lillandlian breathed.

"Oh!" The Orc mimicked and leaned back again.

Only a few heartbeats later he felt the expanse of another urgent inhale accompanied by the slight tug of arms raised in haste.

"hhh-HEPTSCHih!...-HAH-PTSCHieh!.....hah...HEH-hah?!"

"Just out with it."

"Thadt´s ndot so eah...-hh hhh HH-HAH~DZSCHIIIEW!...Snnff... My apologies... Snnf... I believe it has stopped..."

Shokhrakka wordlessly patted his companions flank and closed his eyes once more. Enjoying the newly descending silence as well as his friends company which finally managed to gently appease his vigilant senses towards a much needed sleep.

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Veiled In Nocturnal Shadows Part 2

I had a request to continue this. I hope you`ll like it. :) And please only re blog it to other kink/ fetish blogs, thank you. :) Warning for: A little cussing. 

It starts right after Part 1 had ended but I´ll include the last sentence anyways.

Shokhrakka wordlessly patted his companions flank and closed his eyes once more. Enjoying the newly descending silence as well as his friends company which finally managed to gently appease his vigilant senses towards a much needed sleep. A faint notion of threat crawled the foggy edges of slumber, lurking just beyond reach with eyes glowing crimson like smoldering coals. Blazing beacons around them approaching with deadly silence echoing newly deceased woods. Dreams formerly caressed by fond memories now had turned to a dizzying whirlwind of a dreading calamity. A shiver ran down Shokhrakkas spine, rising fine hairs in alarm and waking dormant muscles. His body raised to a crouch in one fluent motion, eyes wide awake, ready to face any approaching danger.

Through the wickerwork of their magically grown nest he faintly detected moving schemes crawling closer in the darkness. The figures moved in odd swaying motions, their flaming eyes more than 3 meters above ground. Voiceless themselves they seemed to have swallowed all other natural sound around them as well, marching forward in deadly silence. As if all other nocturnal creatures had stilled or fled upon their arrival and left him only with Lillandlians irregularly rattling breath. The creatures bodies seemed flowing and in constant change, resembling distorted shadows of trees painted on a field in moonlight in one moment and melting to fantastic beasts in another. As hard to grasp as icy water running trough ones hands. Strangely, while the Orc could not detect any specific smell, the scent of woods and nature became more pungent with every breath while glowing amber glances traced their way closer and closer. Shokhrakkas hand silently grabbed his great-axes handle, it´s weight and well worn leather a trusted comfort. All his muscles seemed buzzing, already singing the song of war. The tip of his armored boots dug deep into the soft moss as he got ready to lunge. The creatures had formed a still narrowing semi-circle around their little hideout, towering above it while swaying in a breeze only sensed by beings akin to them. By now, the air felt heavy with tension and was deeply saturated with the sickly sweet stench of decay. Thickly coating his nose and lungs with every breath it had become more and more impossible to breath. A frantic gasp, followed by gagging coughs from behind had him on his feet within a heartbeat. Without turning he sensed his companions desperate attempts to get his body upright between choking on what seemed to be worse than just rotting trees. "Don´t-" Lillandlian tried breathlessly, hooves still uselessly scraping against the soil, but could not finish as the deeply entwined vines above them were ripped open. Showering them with dried leaves a big, claw like wooden structure had breached the natural ceiling. Crawling branches reaching to grab Lillandlians body. Shokhrakka jumped forward and swung his ax, ready to cut the damned thing in a half before it could reach its destination. "DON´T ATTACK!" Lillandlian screamed hoarsely. His eyes flickered with magic as lively thick, much too flexible limbs seized the Orcs weapon arm and forced his body back down. "Are you out of your FUCKING mind?!" Shokhrakka yelled back as he helplessly watched the dead woods wrap around Lillandlians shaking, white belly. They tightened and raised the Centaurs body only to.... Leave him standing on his four hooves. Trembling, still out of breath and more moonlight pale than ever, but unharmed. "Why are you worried about it?" Asked a voice so deafening and yet incredibly heard to grasp. So low it resounded deep in Shokhrakkas guts and yet unearthly high it made his ears ring at the same time. "The Orc.... Is my friend." Lillandlian answered between coughs. His bestial chest felt restricted by the wood that still tightly embraced him. "We did not come here to do you harm. We are fugitives and haunted as well." "People always harm. The question is just how much. They rob our fruit, kill our residents and destroy us with no other reason than greed. They take with no limits and are poisoning with their existence alone." The echoing voice answered in a slow, lurking tone. "People may do all that but we did not. We respected and valued your rules." "Yet take a look at yourself, child of the forest. We heard your suffering. We felt your heated pain. We came to find you only to witness you wither in its presence." "Oh you fucked up tree things have no damned-" Shokhrakka started to growl. "Shhh! I am not withering. I am ill and it is not my friends fault." "Ill?" "Yes..." As to prove his point, the slim Centaur was forced to cough until nearly gagging again. "...I must have caught an illness some time ago and had no chance to rest. But the Orc, Shokhrakka, protects and helps me." Lillandlian sniffed, a thick and pathetic sound that again ignited a dreaded itch. "You could have said something sooner though." Apparently, the Orc had adapted to the strange situation fast. "It just got woh--hah-IDZSCHHIIIEW!" Lillandlian belatedly tried to fend off the sudden, almost burning tingling sensation. "Ugh ndot that agaidn... I got worse because I slept on my full bo-ho-dy-hdt-KZZSSSCH! hhh HA-IIZSCHH-HIEH!" "You´re no fucking horse." "Still it is snfff bad if one has an respiratory infection. Especially with a body fused like mine." "I thought you were just sniffly!" "So..." the reverberating voice interrupted, seemingly unfazed by the previous sudden and copiously wetting outbursts and odd conversation it was witnessing. "Your state of being is not the result of that Shokhrakka thing?" "That Shokhrakka thing .... Can´t tell how much it wants you to eat the ax now..." The muttered insult got lost in the creatures unified pealing hum as they... Thought... Contemplated.... Deeply. Completely unaware of Lillandlian squirming in the still steeled grip that made it impossible to successfully tend to his openly running nose. "Shokhraah-PTSCHHHIEH! Could you pleheease hhh HADZZSSCH~IIEW!" "It is not going to blow the nose for you, buddy. Go and ask your new friends." "Why are you so - AH-PTSCHHIUH! hhh- HA-IDZSCHH-IEH! Mean to me?" Lillandlian complained, sniffling urgently in a fruitless attempt to still the steady flow that now trickled down his upper lip. He almost cried out in relieve as he felt the corpse like branch-wood loose his grasp and retreat back. "There is a clearing not far from here. All you need to do is follow the silver current. As it curves through, look at a fallen friend. There grows a plant that my brethren believe will help with this so called illness or yours." Came the vibrating, delayed answer that was accompanied by an almost louder, deliciously relieving nose blow. "But do not stay here longer than necessary or start harming any other lives. These are times where one has to insist on boundaries all the more." "What is a silver stream curving around your friend?" Shokhrakka asked quietly as the creatures slowly, soundlessly retreated. "We are supposed to ssnnf follow a stream to a clearing...." Lillandlian explained, still half submerged into the soft folds of his handkerchief. "And where it turns is a cut down tree with healing plants growing near it. I am supposed to use them and we shall leave as soon as I am able to." "And what kind of plants where those?" Shokhrakka muttered towards the tall, fading silhouettes. "No plants but guardian spirits -pdTSCHHH-hieh! hdtIZZSSSCH-uh!- of this forest." The Centaur answered, swaying slightly with exhaustion. "Will they come play boogeyman again if you´ll try and rest till tomorrow? Don´t think you´ll make it far tonight." "I think that snnnf will be acceptable...."   

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Shokhrakka & Lillandlian

Now I finally have all ocs portrait more ore less well. 😅 Shokhrakkas looks are actually mirrored from a female orc I drew months ago. I decided she's going to be his sister and hope to incorporate her soon. Also it's now visible that Lillandlian is a (badly drawn) Centaur.

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A slightly more in depth OC thingy.

So I have realized that my characters on here are still a little pale and devoid of background. I have had the whole world, stories and lore in my head for years but was not sure how much character information is too much or too distracting. 

I have been really happy and surprised to find out that my stories are actually liked. Thank you so very much!

I´ll just add some things under the cut. Feel free to ask me if you want to know more about them/the world. :)

This is the non-sneeze version but still, please only re-blog it to other fetish blogs, thank you.   Warnings for: A mention of characters who don´t get along too well with their family. Also a brief portrait of “high elven culture” that shows their elitist way of thinking. Mention of death. 

Lillandlian is a white deer Centaur druid who decided to walk away from his kin and family because they actually did avoid and antagonize him for his magic to a point where he became scared of interacting with humanoid creatures. He decided to flee to a place called “the ashen woods”. This is a feral, barren place where a monstrous fire dragon is rumored to roam, hence the name. But Lillandlian is closely connected to all of natures creations, even the magical ones, and thus was able to live there in relative peace. He missed out on the ongoing war until he one day found the badly wounded Orc Shokhrakka more dead than alive, chased by one of the many forest-beasts. He was scared badly because Shokhrakka is a prime specimen of an Orc: Really big, heavy muscled with protruding tusks, many piercings adorning his ears and nose and quite intimidating. Despite that, the Centaur still helped him by warding of the attackers. Lillandlian then took him deeper into the forest and basically nursed him back to life. That´s when he was first told about the war and that it had actually reached Lillandlians so called home. Shokhrakka also told him that he was a soldier who, on that past day, was wounded by creatures that seemingly consisted of elementary magic and shadows. Those novel creatures had started to appear all over, fear and violence it their wake. This did amplify the Orcs distrust of magic. Both new friends did not find any other survivors, only death and other threats. In order to find some answers and because of the nearing, ever growing dread they decided to flee and search for a solution together but are hunted/endangered by both those “new” foes and the different alliances who view their friendship as forbidden. (Orcs and Centaurs are on different sides in this war, so to speak)

In human years Lillandlian  would be in his early 30s. Shokhrakka somewhere around his late 30s.

Amaziah is a high elf. In this worlds context that means she is a pure-blooded, noble descendant from the former world ruling, mighty ancient elves. This comes with a strong, almost naturally existing ability to wield magic and the guarded knowledge of ancient speech. It also means to be a part of a quickly dwindling sub-race, since their culture does stupidly forbid mingling with other races, same sex relationships (no chance for offspring) and close contact to “ordinary elves”. Which are all that are unable to use magic or have otherwise disregarded the mentioned rules. Amaziah was ruthlessly raised to be an inexorable battle mage, an ability she used to finally break free from her power-hungry family. It ended with her being in charge of a big castle, having carved out the title of Archmage and a wish for change. Her regimen had started not too long before the magical foes first appeared.  Amaziah also owns a wyvern named bitey-bite. 

Marya is an elf that nobility would classify as “ordinary”. She is the daughter of a former high born mother who fell in love with a half- elven lumberjack. Due to committing the crime of mingling with a peasant her mother was heavily punished by elven nobility. Stripped of all her birthrights, family bonds and belongings she became a shunned outcast. But pursuing her unusual love had also its benefits for it gifted her with a warm, caring husband, a much freer and happier live that was crowned by a daughter.

But her pregnancy was a difficult one and all elven healers that could have helped still avoided her and thus deflected the couples pleas for help. Maryas mother then died by giving birth to her own daughter. Leaving the little baby with only the loving but still grieving father. She grew up in a small workers village close to dwarven mines and a vast forest. She had a happy youth that was still overshadowed by the longing for love and acceptance that at one point had turned to open rejection for high-elf culture and nobility.  Due to the way she grew up Marya had never learned how to read and write properly but became highly proficient in Alchemy and working with dwarven runes. Before the outbreak of war she had been known as a well respected and helpful alchemist that never turned down a request for aid.

When Marya is conscripted she is 24 years old, later in time this varies from 24 to 27. Amaziah is 33 when both first meet. This does vary from 33 to 36 years dependent on the timeline. All compared to a human lifespan of course. ;)

Note: I do not, under no circumstances ever, support any kind of racism or fascistic tendencies. The whole “elven nobility” portrayed here does not get my approval, neither in my fantasy setting nor would it in real life.