#wraventris

[thaldrin]

Somehow I find my current predicament amusing in a frustrating sort of manner. Snuffles has been extremely adamant about my not having control over our body for several days now, and when he finally does.. I am being held hostage by his new pets. How funny is it that even in the master's role I am kept bound and unable to do as I wish. Snuffles has gotten smarter about how he handles situations, he's begun to take into consideration what could possibly play out a few steps ahead of whatever actions he plans to take. I'm not sure if this is a result of he and I's memory becoming more separated, or that our emotional distress seems to be weighing on each other when we switch. I know he is up to something by the sheer amount of anxiety and excitement I feel when I awaken, and yet I have no idea what it is he is planning. I know he has taken to keeping pets as his master has, the two men I met this evening.. one of which has not moved from his spot across the room. A Death Knight who I'm not sure if he forgets to blink or purposefully doesn't, still, considering I house Snuffles inside of me I cannot blame him. And then the blonde fellow, strange I would have thought Snuffles to take on female pets, we never liked men before.. I'm not entirely sure what changed that. I could always blame Svetlaena but I think even she would be curious for an answer. Maybe gender doesn't matter to Snuffles, perhaps he merely sees personality and 'potential' in his new pets.. The Professor did make sure on numerous occasions we were familiar with both body types, to ensure we knew just how much of a whore we were. That is more likely a correct answer for Snuffles' actions. I pity them both.. but at the same time they are a welcome distraction for my other half. He seems somewhat happier when we switch after having seen his pets. I'll leave this situation be for now, I have more pressing matters to attend to anyway. I could feel Snuffles panic, it stirred my thoughts and I was able to catch glimpses of memory, of scenes. We helped her take a new pet. It both distressed Snuffles and made him proud to be of service to the witch. Snuffles cannot hide it from me though, he is remembering the strife she placed us through, what she did that created him. A part of us both wants to see others suffer as we did, and yet the conscious we share wishes to prevent it from happening to those who don't deserve it. He's put us both between a rock and a hard place. If we tell Lord Vyen what has occurred, Svetlaena will punish us.. punish me. She knows Snuffles fears her too much to interfere with her hobbies. Lord Vyen will likely punish Snuffles, though perhaps be a bit merciful if we are truthful and help re-aquire his crew mate. If we do not tell Lord Vyen.. there will be wrath for us both. I am willing to fight Svetlaena for that elf's freedom, even if Snuffles takes a turn cowering for once. I'm tired of cowering. The issue is how do I get the information to the crew without Snuffles, or his pets, stopping me. I suppose our memories being separated does have its perks.  

[duroxas]

Infection

This is exactly how Duroxas wanted to spend his night - curled up shivering on a bed in a rented room with a chills from a horrible fever, body aching from the disgusting infection that plagued his system while he waited for the medicine to brew. His left foot was tightly bandaged, but blood still stained the wrappings even hours later - it was not mending well. All in all, another lovely circumstance to pile on top of the rest of the stress the last few weeks had dumped upon him. 

Rhiandri had made a concentrated attempt to render his wife comatose, keeping the deed out of his sight for as long as she could. It was an attempt he'd only barely managed to thwart. 

Vindliah insisted Duroxas had betrayed her, swearing to take the warlock's life as vengeance. Had it not been for Alphaeus's help the rogue's blades would have ravaged him. The closest thing he'd done to 'betraying' her was giving Vyen an unwilling tongue piercing. Duro hadn't even gotten close to attempting to take Vyen's life! 

Belarion was next. He flew into a rage, initiating an ambush without warning that Duroxas was forced to call for help to deal with once again. He was loathe to admit what a blow that was - He felt responsible for the hunter. Endebted in more ways than one, and for a while had assumed that was what 'friendship' was supposed to be. 

Wraventris he knew had never liked him. Duro gave Wraven little reason to bother liking him. But when the knight tried to strangle him in chains a few days prior, it was still entirely unwanted. Not only that, but unexpected in it's improbability. Three, now. Three former 'friends' turning on him brutally. 

Having made ties with others was going to get him killed. 

But the ties he had with others were the reason he was still alive. Alphaeus swooping in to help him out of a difficult spot was becoming an unpleasantly common occurrence, and the warlock's fists tightened in frustration at the mere thought of how dependent he seemed to be becoming on the others. 

"I would have never even bothered to affiliate with them" He grumbled to himself in his head. 

One friend turned enemy was unfortunate. Two friends turned enemies was suspicious, but possibly coincidental. Three, and something was probably going on. Alphaeus confirmed it - he found the mental tampering while the warlock was taking shelter in the city (the ambushes had reached a point by then where just leaving the crowded streets and buildings was inviting Vindliah or Belarion to stab him through with something poisonous). Svet insisted that the individual who first came to mind as a possible culprit was dead, however, so it was back to square one.

Duroxas rolled onto his other side, curling up a little tighter as a cramp hit his stomach. On top of the attempts at his life that had already stacked so high, Telan'diel and Eri'zak had roped him into helping a forsaken with a sort of 'eating disorder' (a  light way to put it). And what did he get in return? His left foot clawed through and bitten into, and a bad infection from the filth and decay on it's teeth. 

This is what I get for helping people?

He grimaced sharply, taking a shuddering breath. 

This is what I get for making 'friends'? For trying to be 'better'? 

The medicine would not be ready for hours yet. 

[tribeoftrolls]

♠ - Surprise me [Imma send this too for Wraven just because]

(( Gawd dammit….people need to just PICK someone. -Rolls 1 - 11- A seven…who’s…seven. -Looks-….oh…shit…….Jaxx your a jerk lol. And you’ll see why! This is also biting me in the ass cause I roleplay so many guys lolol. ))

He was having a really good dream, a really good dream. A groan as he rolled to the left and then to the right. Flashs of visions of female motion and expressions, sounds of female voices of his mates. The feel of them surrounding him. The heat of Orgrimmar had him fall asleep, fatigued from the heat and he found relief by staying by the pond of water. The mist of the water fall made it cooling enough against the dry heat. Comfortable enough that he fell asleep.

Whom ever had awoken him up, it’s difficult for him to awaken from a deep state of sleep. His mind still in grips of the dream, in his minds eye he had sat up. Leaned in to give a loving kiss, the touch of tongue, the feel of Valornes mouth to his own. Soon for Sols to share in the kiss by having her turn. He grumbling a purr and it all would of been alot more better if he awoken in the arms of his mates. But he felt a seeping chill at his lips and it was increasing, the drop in temperature was making his lips tingle so much they were going numb.

"Mmmpphh….nnnn—..Sols..?" He murmured, his pale gaze was half open. Not that it mattered because he can’t see a damn thing! Moj’akai was hugging to Wraventris and sloppily tonguing at cold lips with hardly any coordination. May of ended up slathering his tongue on Wraventris nose for all he knew. When the scent of his females had gone and another scent had invaded his nostrils. He tensed as he froze, blind gaze widening and he pushed back quickly with a hand plastered on Wraventris face to feel. Familiar with the bone structure of the elf his face flushed a complete discoloration of indigo from his cheeks, his ears even his chest.

He back pedaled so fast that he didn’t realize he was close to the edge. “Wh-whaaaaaaa-AAAAHHHH!!—-” SPLOSH! Down he went falling from the edge, tumbling down to hit water. The coolness of water and the surprise realization killed any sort of mood that the good dream has caused his body to react. He was down in the water for a while, causing bubbles to hit the surface rapidly by the muted yell going on beneath. If he wasn’t awake fully, he was now! He managed to find the surface, grabbing a rock as he coughed and wheezed. The blind shaman gaining much needed air!

[tribeoftrolls]

❤ - Surprise me! [For Wraven]

(( -Rolls 1 - 11 again- Four….-looks at the list-….well now…))

He just stares toward the elven silver haired male. His glowing gaze narrowed and his towering frame slowly lowered down to a crouch position. He still towered Wraventris, though a lot less now that he was crouching. Things have been going on with Raji’din ever since San’gee has shown up he has even questioned his own behavior. Raji’din was volatile, keeping distant from city life as there are things that have occurred that triggered a memory.

The pale white furred death knight seem to be contemplating. Calculating. Dressed in his heavy plate of armor, one would never guess that Raji’dins behavior has tilted to the way side. But occurrences that have unfolded before San’gee’s eyes. He had noticed the elf had approached the temple and entered, perhaps something to report? Perhaps just a simple visit as Raji’din has not been around for a long time. Who knew the reasons but Raji’din would speak out.

"A long time it has been since I seen a familiar face of the elven sort. Greeting’s Wraventris…..how have you been since we last spoken?"

And the unthinkable would happen, after he had spoken. He leaned forward, just one large arm would extend out to partly wrap around Wraventris. Pulled in for a hug before the release, a hug with the greeting. Who knows the reason why? No expression dashed across Raji’s pale face, as if this was the normal. Maybe Raji’din was actually glad to see someone else, someone that has gained great trust. And this small difference of behavior was a way to show that.

[alphaeus-streamside]

It was a strange night.

I sat in the living room, bouncing a ball against the far wall.

Thud. Catch.

Thud. Catch.

Thud. Catch.

Thud. Intercepted.

The shadowy being hanging from the ceiling held my ball in its wickedly curved, claw-like hands. "You've been doing this for an hour, master," Beloved chided, and for a moment, I curve my lips into a faint smile. It's the first in hours.

"Aye, I have," came my agreement, I grunted and shoved up from my exceptionally slouched position. I'd slid lower and lower as time passed. "I can't quite piece together just what's going on. Vindi attacked Wraven, but who did the Light magic, then? I mean, unless she's found the Light and turned priest or paladin, I really, really don't see it?"

Beloved tilted his strangely-elven shaped head to the side, "It is strange," the shadowy fiend agreed, form beginning to ooze slowly down from the ceiling. He twisted his way down to the floor, body flowing down and reforming. He rose again, to settle at eye level with me, the ball extended in one of those wicked hands, offering it back, "perhaps she simply brought a friend. After all, if you didn't have the Light, and you needed to face down Wraven, or Duroxas, wouldn't you recruit someone who could truly hurt them?"

He has a point, and a take a moment to contemplate it. "You're right," I say slowly, mind turning to Duroxas. "Speaking of Duroxas..."

The fiend watched me closely.

"That thing with Vyen... That felt... entirely disproportionate to what we did to him, didn't it?"

"It depends, really," Beloved was thoughtful, but dismissive, "silencing his voice, at random intervals, again, and again, and again?" The creature chuckled, some great joy in that, "Well, it can be amusing.... as was last night..."

"That was NOT funny!" My voice is sharp, warning.

The fiend withdraws, turning slightly formless. The shadow rolls across my floor, towards the corner, "As you say, master." The chuckle is still emanating from him, even a the strange shadow beast curls up beside the cat. He's silent then, as if in rest.

[duroxas]

*Loud screaming*

--- Duro, waking up pantsless in a bed with another man this morning.

[tribeoftrolls]

"Kiss me" [Yes, you get this too]

(( You asked for it lol ))

He just stood there blinking and looking bewildered, did…..did Wraventris just really ask to be kissed?! Zinaji is not someone to go kissing any person that is unliving, given his fear for the undead and nor wanting his face chewed off! But given how Wraventris had become a ally to him and everyone else, Zin held no care that he is infact an elf. It’s the whole not being alive part that can be unnerving. He was a bit wary at first, Wraventris always wearing that looming hoodie. “First take off ‘oodie..” It was those glowing lich eyes that was making it all that much more spooky in the darkness of the hood.

Awaiting Wraventris to comply and perhaps let loose all that long lovely silver hair! Zinaji would giggle some before stepping up to Wraventris, a few sniffs toward the elf. He reachs his hands up, grabs Wraventris by the cheeks to squish his face slightly. He leaned in to give a smooch. “Mmmmmmm-mmmmuah!!” Lip smack sound once he gave a kiss before rubbing to his own lips. “Ya’ lips is cold..” He giggled out, lips feeling a little numb. Removing the chill from his lips he then reached out to pat Wraventris on the head, Zin soon smiling wide. “For Ravens!”

[duroxas]

He goaded me into it...

Why...?