ABSOLUTELY I MISS THEM TOOO AAAA (I NEED MORE RP THREADS IN MY LIFE)
Headcanon Time!!
1.) Zebodah gets super nervous about being the one to initiate any intimacy, what with being single for so long. It takes some time, but he eventually does get more confident in his relationship with Aza after they spend more time together and figure out what each other likes. Still, Aza will definitely still tease him! :P
2.) They’re both super overprotective of their daughter Rezka at times, even though they both trust her and know she has a solid head on her shoulders. It’s *everyone else* they don’t trust.
3.) Aza’aka cannot remember holidays or events to save her life, and though Zeb might be grumpy and not like going to big parties, he sure can remember what day and what time they’re supposed to be at whatever they were invited to.
4.) Both troll will take meticulous care of the other when they get sick or injured, even though trolls recover fairly quickly from any ailment. And even though the person receiving the care insists they are fine, they secretly love being doted on. :3
//sobs quietly in a corner ifinallymanagedtogetthesedone aaaaaa
Rix is @dustyowls
Zebodah is @madmadameem
Ilja’fon is @druidickats (HE’S APPARENTLY VAIN THIS IS HOW I SEE VANITY HAHAHAHAHAAH)
Annnd Zulado is @celestialkiri !!!!
I’m weak for hot trolls ya’ll.
Bonus: so is D’or.
You really shouldn’t touch ppl without asking first, D’or.
(Oh god I'MSOSORRY!) (Noncanon) *reluctantly brings Zebodah the broken remains of Aza'aka's bow and her bloodied dagger* The mission failed. We couldn't recover her...
((Ahh, sorry it took so long!! And HNNGGG, SORRY!!))
Zebodah wanted to die. Right then and there, he wanted to stop living because really the two reason he had to keep going were lost to him forever.
“Wh-where is she?”
The other person looked confused, “We just told you, she - “
The shaman snatched away Aza’s belongings and held them close to his chest, snarling as he glowered at this person who had no right to have touched her things to begin with.
“Where is she, damnit!?”
“We - I…”
Something inside Zebodah finally snapped, and before he knew it his hands had wrapped around the messenger’s throat and lifted them into the air. The poor victim of his anguish struggled in his grasp, clawing with everything they had to get free, but it was futile.
“I ain’t gonna ask again,” desperate, angry tears streamed down his face, not that he could feel them as everything had gone numb. How dare they leave her out there, without even trying to lay her to rest properly.
All the messenger could do was gag in the shaman’s clutches, and he was tossed carelessly to the ground when Zebodah realized he would be useless. Stalking in the direction of the jungle, mind numb and rage creeping over his body like a rash, only one thing was on his mind.
"I be a fool, ya. But dis fool be lovin ju. Do ya hear me? I love ju."
(Ack! Sorry for taking so long to get to this!!)
“…Wat?”
He didn’t really mean for that to be the first words to escape his mouth. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to tell her but his immediate shock was unavoidable. Zebodah was sure his hair was sparking, probably making him look like some sort of Darkmoon circus freak while one of the most amazing women he’d ever know stood before him looking like a vision as usual. This wasn’t actually happening, was it?
“Why?”
This probably wasn’t the best follow up response, but the shaman blurted it out anyway, unable to keep the words inside. Unable to hide his deepest doubts even though he believed her to his core.
He wanted to tell her he felt the same way. That he loved her too; had always loved her. Wanted to marry her all those years ago before he’d vanished, wanted to wait until she was old enough and they could begin a new chapter in their story together.
So why, in the name of all that was holy in this world, was he short circuiting. Of all times…
5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why?
- Zebodah prefers to dress in lighter colors with rich, earthy undertones. Mostly only wearing simple cloth or leather shirts and pants, he’ll accessorize with talismans and bracers from time to time. He doesn’t prefer much of anything other than that, as he had few personal possessions of worth growing up and in Shattrath.
- Nadia likes to wear dresses and pants that are loose and flowy, they allow her to move around the most without impediment and look the best. She prefers jewel tones and darker colors, but likes pastels occasionally. Accessories like necklaces and rings are her favorite: bracelets make too much noise, and earrings are impractical if a fight breaks out. She likes amber, moonstones, and mother of pearl. And, now, aquamarines. :P
20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships?
- *refer to the previous answered ask for this question :)*
40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is?
- Zebodah thinks about what he’s going to next in his life constantly. Should he remain with the Earthen Ring? Should he take up students permanently this time? Should he travel the world he’s now rejoined after so long? Combat and adventure spark his curiosity, as do stories of them. He loves to sit around a campfire and hear one tall tale after the next.
- Nadia has a deep rooted interest in all things spells and casting, even outside of her own class. It’s led to her beginning her own research and development of magic. She’s curious about culture and customs, which has led to her participating in multiple celebrations and activities from all people’s across Azeroth.
Zebodah had come to find there were three kinds of burns. They were different. They seldom occurred at the same time. They should always be avoided.
Collaboration w/ @druidickats
She couldn’t bear it. This...unholy situation.
This preparation...and waiting.
This rescue mission that had turned into a political standoff.
This feeling of utter uselessness.
Jeanne growled to herself and loosened the shawl from around her shoulders as she trudged aimlessly through the camp. The Cape of Stranglethorn felt even more humid at night than during the day. It was nearly pitch black, save for the many torches and lanterns that provided some light in this darkness, with the songs of crickets and exotic birds the only present noises in the deathly silent jungle. Her only company were the occasional mix of Alliance and Horde sentries on duty that she would pass without acknowledgement.
At least Varian was there, even if he was just as, if not more, stressed and angry. And arguing with that old troll had become routine. Both kept her grounded in reality, in this nightmare.
The druid missed Anduin...and Nadia...but especially Anduin. Any mention of their kidnapping at the hands of the Gurubashi was enough to get her blood boiling and her heart aching.
She and Zebodah should have never left them alone. Never.
Another sound punctured the night air. The soft pop of a cork, which soon bounced into her path and stopped her in her tracks. Her head turned at the sound of sloshing liquid, and a part of her regretted looking.
Two, three...four, no, five empty glass bottles laid slain around the troll as he sat propped up against supply crates, reminding Jeanne of a summoning circle. More stood at attention atop the other crates, their bright blood and banners ready to be put to use. Rum, bourbon, colorful neon spirits that were clearly Goblin made, tequila...
Zebodah’s head was tipped back, resting lazily on the crate as he let bottle number six drain down his throat. Jeanne could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down with each swallow, keeping the rhythm, not stopping for a single breath until the liquor was half gone.
“Well...” he drawled, finally noticing Jeanne standing a few feet away out of his bloodshot eyes. His mouth twisted into a wicked grin after a hiccup escaped past his lips, “If it ain’t da flea-ridden pup.”
Nobody wants to be lonely! Nobody wants to cry! Her body's longing to hold him, so bad it hurts inside! Time is precious and it's slipping away and she's been waiting for him all of her life! Nobody wants to be lonely, so why? Why don't you let me love you?
Zebodah smiled thoughtfully, “I don’ know what I be more surprised about: whatcha just told me bout’ da undead queen, or dat he followed you outa Ashenvale.”
