#thuulstrea

[venedabonita]

// you are a garden entwined with all You are the silence on sacred shores //

Phaedra x Thuulstrea

[TAV] x [DURGE]

[venedabonita]

A compilation of the times during my Office and Parks and Rec rewatches that made me think of my Tav.

In my campaign with @feelboss my tav and their durge are co-leaders and Phaedra is not Gale's biggest fan. They have a very Michael/Toby relationship.

Phaedra Ruanor - (high elf rogue)

Thuulstrea - (drow druid bhallspawn)

[venedabonita]

OT3 - Tav/Durge/Astarion

Phaedra/Thuulstrea/Astarion

They're all traumatized, violent, and vulnerable. And attractive.

[panterdjuret]

Solstice Stag

Councillor Josephallen was surprised and most alarmed to find himself stretched out on the metal table, and no matter how well he tried to hide it he would flinch each time he instinctively tried to lift his head to see better, only to find his restrained arms keeping his head down against the table surface by the antlers.

One of the Truthseekers - a ragged hyena with most of his fur missing and his ears just holes into his skull - was leaning over the table by the head side, relaxing in a metal chair as he played with the soft fabric of one of Josephallen's coat sleeves.  The second Truthseeker - a rottweiler with smooth fur and a voice permanently rough and broken by screaming - was sitting beside his chest, needlessly pressing him down, making it much more difficult to try to breathe in what would seem to be in a controlled manner.  He wasn't listening to the monologue the second Truthseeker was having.  The words of Truthseekers usually carried no meaning to him.

Then the second Truthseeker said something that seemed to have meaning, and the meaning was immensely sinister.

"And it's said that at winter solstice you shall hunt the solstice stag."

Being a stag, Josephallen reacted to this.  He would have reacted to it even should he not have been currently been restrained outstretched on a metal table.

He asked again, despite his better judgement, despite having tried to reason with them earlier.  "What is the meaning of this, Truthseekers?"

Neither of them reacted to his words.  The words of a Councillor had little meaning to a Truthseeker.  The other went on, the first playing idly with the Councillor's sleeve, listening intently to the other's words.

"And when you have hunted it down, you shall slaughter it, and hold a feast to try to coax out the return of the sun."

The hyena laughed quietly in anticipation and excitement.  Councillor Josephallen understood then that this was much worse than two Truthseekers just having decided to pull a joke on him.  He had found it quite worrying enough with everything else, and he could not put up with more.  Not things like implied murder.  Not while he was being pressed down to a table by a Truthseeker.

"I command you two to release me at once!" he snapped firmly.  "On my authority as one of the Council -"

The second Truthseeker gently caught Josephallen's muzzle between two fingers and his thumb and carried on, cutting him off.  "And the stag may bleat and try to escape the dogs of the hunt, but it shall fall to them."

The first Truthseeker laughed again, grabbing the white sleeve tightly.  "And the dogs shall have their feast."

The second Truthseeker grinned, nodding to him.  "That they shall.  The stag has fallen to us.  We shall finally have our feast."