#thefruitmonk

[warriororc]

So... Warrior orc! what do you think of the idea of a fighting style thats hidden in a rhythmic graceful dance? (based off of real life capoeira) Cus I am having this idea.

THAT SOUNDS AMAZING. YOU MUST LET ORC LEARN SUCH THING TOO! ORC ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW THINGS!

WarriorORC

[whisperingashes]

[Continued from here, for @thefruitmonk.]

“Breathe. Life.” Now there was an interesting idea. She watched the display the movement, the strength that moved through the significantly shorter monk as she performed for the death knight who stood perfectly still, in place, as if a shift this way or that would destroy the illusion between them: that Zaznoba could, indeed, belong to Arria.

Those eyes remind you of him. But they are not His. The voice delighted in tormenting her so.

The square of her shoulders softened slightly. “You might destroy me, monk, but I doubt you could bring me back to life.”

[whisperingashes]

You belong to me.

Those eyes beckoned to her. They reminded her so much of a color she knew once, when she was living. Hazed in purple, deep and wonderful, awarm, safe place in his armshue that brought back memories of warm summers, swimming in the lakes and rivers with her family. Evening picnics in the sunset, the long walk home.

“You can captivate me, monk,” she agreed with a murmur, closing her eyes and inhaling a sharp breath. “A bold claim, that I belong to you. The thought makes me shiver, acquiesce, yet - how long can you keep me for?” She looks away. “You remind me of someone.”

[lady-proudmoore]

*The monk leans over to the blindfolded Proudmoore; Softly whispering; Voice visibly nervous as she speaks..*"You uhh... might be the only high alliance figure that I may or may not have thought naughty things of."

Meme: Whisper to My Blindfolded Muse (accepting)

Her her eyebrows raise in surprise, partially obscured by the blindfold. She blushes.

“….I see. You sound kind.”

“Well, of course your thoughts are your own to do with as you please. But I’m afraid you do yourself an injustice as there are far better Alliance leaders who would be more deserving of your desires.”

[whisperingashes]

"Flattery will get you everywhere"

Studying the school of blood magic had given her some advantages when sizing up those who could not be argued as living. Heartbeat, volume of blood, the way the body controlled said blood and where it pumped to…where it had the potential to pump to.Gaze lingering below Apple’s belt, Zaznoba grinned. “I see you are uniquely endowed.”

The ice blue glow flickered back up, catching on Apple’s face as her hooves moved, pressing Zaznoba closer, reaching to touch the monks facetenderlybeyond her plated gloves. The knight’s lips pursed, breath catching just behind them as she looked into those deep violet eyes. “Your eyes are incredible.”

[deathwing-the-destroyer]

‘Die a hero’ (Sorry if this double posted... I may have derped @.@)

The Destroyer had always been fond of the wetlands, for some reason he enjoyed it there, and he found himself leaning against a large tree.

That was until a large portal opened up in the distance, it was the demons, and they had decided to march in right through the Wetlands for only the titans knew where.

Whatever the case, Deathwing decided that it was best to actually take action, and as such before the portal was fully established he sent a blast of fel flame from his side of the portal to destroy it.

In fact, no demons got through the portal, but no one would know of his heroic deeds... unless they were watching.

thefruitmonk

[meridianaofstormwind-blog]

thefruitmonk started following you

Even in town, Meridiana’s awareness was sharp, a habit that had saved her life more than once. Even if the great black worg beside her hadn’t lifted his head up to sniff at the air, she would have felt the newcomer getting closer. Turning, she faced the stranger approaching her. “May I help you?”

[spiritscalling]

“Well, this is an interesting garrison. Been successful enough to encourage people to actually work.” She looked around, long eyebrows drooping slightly in time with an upwards glance at a bird flying overhead. “Do they normally work in this way?”