another sketch comm - thank you to @whymagesarefeared for the commission!
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another sketch comm - thank you to @whymagesarefeared for the commission!
info for sketch comms here
regular comms here
~ ko-fi ~
Ash-Aqun's heat seems to double in speed as Anders describes how long he has wanted his Arvaarad for, breath deepening as well. He had no idea his Saarebas had spent nights awake and pining for him, imagining himself bound tightly and filled with tick Qunari cock.
The Arvaarad's own dick twitches at the idea, then slowly starts to swell when he feels Anders lust and arousal from across their link.
"If it is what you want, then I will gladly give it to you," rumbles Ash-Aqun, catching Anders under the chin and making the human look at him. All he can see in the human's eyes is desire, which surely matches his own.
Offering a hand to Anders, Ash-Aqun stand and leads the human to their bedroom. These kind of relationships are often over looked by Karataam brothers as long as it does not harm either Saarebas or Arvaarad, but Ash-Aqun doesn't want to broadcast this new stage in their relationship to the whole complex by fucking Anders in the living room.
"You said you imagined yourself wearing the mask while I took you," reminds the Arvaarad as he guides Anders to the bed. "Do you want it now?"
@whymagesarefeared
Do you prefer being top or bottom?
“I actually prefer to be bottom.”
Do you accept commissions? I need some more Anders as saarebas art
I’ve never answered this!! I do not at the moment, but I’m thinking of possibly opening!
But I agree, more saarebas!Anders needs to exist in the world
was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives? ❜
“Yes, yes it was,” Benjamin sat down on one of the crates he’d liberated, “You can’t seriously argue they need these supplies anymore, and some cold, hungry refugees left stranded and homeless by the war will make much better use of them.” People wouldn’t freeze that evening, that was something to be glad about. He’d had to kill a few people, but considering they’d brought chaos and bloodshed to a region that was still trying to recover from a Blight that nearly destroyed it, he wasn’t feeling all that sorry for them.
“Besides, they were probably stolen from the refugees’ homes in the first place,” so it was more… giving back to the communities. He had his moments like that. “And Anders, please, you are in absolutely no position to talk about use of force in completing objectives… or have you somehow suddenly forgotten what happened in Kirkwall? At your hands no less?” Ben had been happy to leave well enough alone. He had his farm, his quiet life, everything he could’ve wanted.
🐉 + bohemian lion (silver two tailed lion)
Toni had seen all manner of creatures during her travels with the wardens, but the one before her was one she hadn’t laid eyes on before. “Well now, aren’t you a pretty lad. You don’t hurt me, and I won’t hurt you.”
🦄+ gryphon
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Great wings, it had been given. Claws and a beak sharp as anything, and a haughtiness to match. Tawny, light feathers and fur, tipped with a shade so blond it was nearly white covered the gryphon’s skin and its eyes were an icy blue. And there was intelligence behind those eyes. Moe than most creatures boasted, more- even, than the rest of its clutch, truly. For while it could not tell you why, the Veil had been thin. Something, small, soft, had slipped through, and now, far from the Pride of most, Compassion shown through.
Compassion that was now staring down at a mage. One that smelled of the order the old blood worked along side. One that seemed, if a gryphon was any judge, to be a bit cold, out in the mountains.
It clicked its beak, giving a small prrrp? and a headtilt. Did he need shelter?
Peace in the Qun
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Ash-Aqun looks down at his Saarebas with cool indifference, walling his own emotions off even to himself. The fear and anger he feels along the link is understandable, but Ash-Aqun will not allow them to sway him. He will not let his pity for the human to make him stray from the path chosen for them by the Qun.
He will do as he has been instructed. Punish them Saarebas when required and reward him when earned.
"You will try until you have this portion of the Soul Canto memorized," replies Ash-Aqun, reaching out to pet Anders's hair gently. "You would fail, you will be punished. Once you succeed, you will be rewarded, Bas Saarebas."
He is glad his human is blindfolded and he cannot see the emotion in those large human eyes.
Letting his hand fall to his side, Ash-Aqun commands his Saarebas to stand with a tug on the leash.