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w h y have i neglected maraad my big space goat beb message me on forsakcn if you want a thread w/ this paladin noodle because I need to revive him.
DEVASTATION.
It was all he remembered of the past life that he so desperately fought to keep at the back of his mind. Every nightmare threatened to turn into a reality as the Iron Horde tore through Draenor, and yet all Maraad could think about was his previous failures. He could not make the same mistakes... he wouldn’t allow it.
His allies stood before him now, both new and old, though there was only one face that he could bring himself to look upon as his superiors spoke ( and it wasn’t Maladaar ). Blue eyes forced himself to look away, knowing full well that she wasn’t the same person that he had known her to be. She wasn’t his Yrel.
Once the small meeting had finished, he watched as members of the Alliance disappeared off into the distance, his fellow draenei conversing in hushed whispers around him. Have courage, he told himself, hands balling into fists at his side. No amount of faith or rage would help him here - what was bravery if he could not utilise it when it was needed?
A cough.
That was how he thought it best to win her attention, an action he would repeat once more, though his body had no intention of moving. Rooted in place by the fear of his own memories, the Vindicator found himself simply staring at her, his eyes the only indication of the emotions that he suppressed within him.
exaarch
Will you be quiet now?
Send “Will you be quiet now?” For my muses reactions to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them
The first words that came to his cracked lips were silenced, pushed backfor a moment as Maraad began to accept that he had liked the feeling, theRUSH that had come with Yrel’s little outburst. He blinked once or twice,trying to figure out whether this was some kind of GUILTY dream, orwhether she had actually managed this outburst on her own.
❝ Yrel? ❞
His voice was quiet, almost scarily so, as though his mind was still elsewhere.Opening his mouth as if to speak again, the Vindicator found himself at a loss for words all over again. His hands, which had been lazing heavily at his sides,found themselves gently reaching forward, placing them ever so lightly on herhips as though he WANTED her to come closer. Did he? Did he not? A shiverran down the draenei’s spine, causing the tip of his tail to curl inwards towardshis body. Was Maraad NERVOUS?
At the lack of defiance against his movements, he slowly allowed his fingersto curl around her waist, mindful that every CHASTE movement may betaken badly by her. Whether she had started it or not, he could not help butfeel that it would be HIS fault if everything went awry.
❝ What is it that you need? ❞
Send "Will you be quiet now?" For my muses reactions to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them
Bonus Points if our muses are enemies.
[ also, regarding certain things, just the thought of roleplaying makes me feel uncomfortable right now. what I usually would call a hobby is making me feel horrible, so while I'll be on this blog, I also highly doubt that I'll be doing anything here other than getting away from the source of the problem. ]
[ Note: I won’t be answering any TMI Tuesday’s on this blog. ]
/slips and touches the butt. it was an aCCIDENT I SWEAR.
yrel plz. not here.
I’ll be on this blog for the next few days or even up to a week. Unwanted attention on Sylvanas’ blog needs to die down before I even attempt to go back on her.
❝ Sanguinar, may I ask you a very PERSONAL question? ❞
valeera-sanguinar
things to do ;;
write up a rules page
continue trawling through starters
stare longingly at maraad x yrel art
Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
"Would you agree that I don't deserve all the hate?"
❝ NOBODY deserves hate, not without real cause, ❞ Maraad nodded to the human, a small, polite smile appearing at his lips. ❝ Unless you have committed the same HEINOUS crimes that your father did, then NO, you do not deserve such hatred. ❞
Could the dead be BLAMED for the state that another had put them in? Truth be told, the foul stench of death that lingered upon the undead was not a joy to Maraad’s nostrils, though it was not enough to cause him to turn away from it altogether. He would not turn his back on those who needed him, even if SOME of those were the unfortunate souls of the eternally damned. A single brow lifted as he regarded the newcomer, her expression far from the malice that he had been expecting.
❝ What is it you seek, Death Knight? ❞ he muttered, glowing eyes finding her own as he faced her, his hand still tight around his hammer. Even in the face of this scourge, Maraad could not bring himself to be hostile. As ALLIES against the Iron Horde, even the most despicable of orcs were untouchable, even to him. The paladin shifted his stance, straightening himself as he eyed the traveller before him. Even the breeze seemed to chill as she walked, everything about the undead woman before him sending shivers down his spine.
syrennielfrosttouch
This IRON HORDE that threatened them was no different to that which had ravaged the place he’d once called home those years ago. The smell of DEATH hung in the air, lingering over these lands like a new kind of plague. Orcs in general left a severe taste on the tongue of the draenei who’d witnessed the very destruction of his people at their hands in his past — something that he VOWED to not let happen here. He would not fail them this time.
It was the sound of heavy footsteps that alerted him of another presence within the silence of Shadowmoon Valley. His allies had been instructed to keep away from him, for he sought PEACE within the confines of his own company. Guilt was heavy on his mind, the countless losses that had been presented in the face of their new threat chilled him to the bone. Light, have mercy on their souls. A small frown tugged at the corners of his mouth, hands tightening around his hammer as he turned to face the intruder.
❝ You are a FOOL to come here, Hellscream. ❞
warsongwarlord
blog is heavily under construction;; about & rules page will come some time soon~
in the meantime, LIKE this post for a starter
❝ In the l i g h t —
we are one. ❞