Kirenestus Duskhallow

The IC Tumblr of Kirenestus Duskhallow, Illidari of questionable means and motives, currently on Wyrmrest Accord. Sub-blog of @adriengriffon.

[angstmemes]

nightmare starters

“Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” “What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…” “I woke up because you were screaming so loudly.” “Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” “It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!” “I don’t ever want to sleep again. What if– what if I dream about that again?” “If you tell me, it’ll go away. That’s what my mum/dad always told me and it’s never failed me.” “Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?” “I don’t want to go back to sleep…” “I’m so scared… I can’t stop seeing what I just saw. It was so vivid!” “There’s really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?” “How do I know I’m not still dreaming? You’re acting really strangely.” “Let’s get you to the shower, you’re covered in sweat.” “There’s really nobody else here.” “You’ve got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams.” “I don’t even know what a peaceful night’s sleep is like anymore.” “I can’t do this anymore. These nightmares have to stop…” “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” “I can’t go back to sleep after that. I need coffee– no, I need a drink, a stiff one.” “How long have you been having these nightmares?” “I’ve had nightmares all my life, but they’ve been really bad recently.” “You get so worked up before you go to sleep, maybe you should try to relax a bit more. Maybe then you’ll get some rest?” “I’d kill for a peaceful night’s sleep.” “A dream catcher? Honestly? I’m not a child.” “Nothing’s ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be a nightmare, literally.” “I’m so tired… but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that.”

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Not posting spoilers, just pictures of Kirenestus because YES FINALLY.

I’ve been dying.

Top pic’s helm is armor, not a blindfold. I am waffling between giving him a blindfold or leaving it off.

Servers are up and down like a yoyo so I think that means it’s time for sleep.

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Some looks I am contemplating for my demon hunters. Top is Kelenar, middle is Kirenestus. Bottom is an as-yet unnamed night elf.

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"Will you be taking this?" Nephelea offered Kirenestus his cloak, which he'd left on the back of the bench in the inn. "You'll probably want it, won't you? Because... rain..?"

Kirenestus looked behind him with a start. The cloth covering his ruined eyes was thick enough to obscure even the faintest outline of eye socket, but he still looked directly at her. To tell the truth, he wasn’t used to the sight yet. He could see, but things, like the cloak in her hand, were faint enough he was prone to leave them. He accepted the cloak from her with a nod and a faint smile. “Thank you.” He threw the hood over his head and fastened it around his neck then arranged it around the glaives at his back. “I appreciate it. I’m not far from home, but it smells like rain, doesn’t it?”

little-ojousama

[allthejubilees]

“I don’t know what rain smells like…” Nephelea didn’t fidget - at least, she didn’t try to. Cinnamon stuck his head out of her bag, perhaps alerted to his mistress’s change in tone. “I mean, I try to stay inside when I see bad clouds– oh, oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t…” 

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“It’s okay. You didn’t bother me.” Kirenestus sounded amused, even gave her a friendly smile. “If I couldn’t see at all, I’d be a danger to myself and everyone else carrying blades around, wouldn’t I?” Kirenestus looked down at the cat peering out of her purse. The first emotion that flowed across his face was confusion, followed quickly by recognition and exasperation. “That cat must have used up all nine lives by now.” allthejubilees

[allthejubilees]

“Cinnamon?” The young woman asked, and the cat - old, mean, and should have shed his mortal coil ages ago - yowled low at Kirenestus. Oh, yes, he remembered him too. “Oh, maybe? He’s a good cat though. Very sweet.” The cat continued his low yowling. “I think he stays with me because we have a lot to see!” voidshattered

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“I remember that cat.” Of course, now that recognition set in, he couldn’t say where. Illidari didn’t stalk the streets of Silvermoon. “I think I still have scars. You can tell him I don’t do ley line research anymore, he won’t have an opportunity to shred me like last time.” allthejubilees

[allthejubilees]

“Oh no, I don’t think he’s ever scarred anyone before.” Except he had, and that was years ago, in another time and place when he’d been a younger cat. And meaner, even. Age had mellowed the creamsicle colored cat out. Age, and a steady diet of field mice. “You must be thinking of a different cat.” Clearly, because she had never been an Illidari. No, no, no (okay, maybe a little). voidshattered

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"I'm blind, not deaf or dumb. I recognize both of you." Kirenestus moved to sit on a bench. Okay, he could see, but Silvermoon was a strange mass of gray and faint color, lingering fel corruption present all around. He'd never been so aware of it. It made him dizzy, almost. He rubbed at his forehead. Two small bumps there itched. Great. Perhaps he was getting those horns. "I don't bite. Sit down. I haven't seen anyone else from the war. How have you been?" allthejubilees

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"Will you be taking this?" Nephelea offered Kirenestus his cloak, which he'd left on the back of the bench in the inn. "You'll probably want it, won't you? Because... rain..?"

Kirenestus looked behind him with a start. The cloth covering his ruined eyes was thick enough to obscure even the faintest outline of eye socket, but he still looked directly at her. To tell the truth, he wasn’t used to the sight yet. He could see, but things, like the cloak in her hand, were faint enough he was prone to leave them. He accepted the cloak from her with a nod and a faint smile. “Thank you.” He threw the hood over his head and fastened it around his neck then arranged it around the glaives at his back. “I appreciate it. I’m not far from home, but it smells like rain, doesn’t it?”

little-ojousama

[allthejubilees]

“I don’t know what rain smells like…” Nephelea didn’t fidget - at least, she didn’t try to. Cinnamon stuck his head out of her bag, perhaps alerted to his mistress’s change in tone. “I mean, I try to stay inside when I see bad clouds– oh, oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t…” 

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“It’s okay. You didn’t bother me.” Kirenestus sounded amused, even gave her a friendly smile. “If I couldn’t see at all, I’d be a danger to myself and everyone else carrying blades around, wouldn’t I?” Kirenestus looked down at the cat peering out of her purse. The first emotion that flowed across his face was confusion, followed quickly by recognition and exasperation. “That cat must have used up all nine lives by now.” allthejubilees

[allthejubilees]

“Cinnamon?” The young woman asked, and the cat - old, mean, and should have shed his mortal coil ages ago - yowled low at Kirenestus. Oh, yes, he remembered him too. “Oh, maybe? He’s a good cat though. Very sweet.” The cat continued his low yowling. “I think he stays with me because we have a lot to see!” voidshattered

[voidshattered]

"I remember that cat." Of course, now that recognition set in, he couldn't say where. Illidari didn't stalk the streets of Silvermoon. "I think I still have scars. You can tell him I don't do ley line research anymore, he won't have an opportunity to shred me like last time." allthejubilees

[felknight]

WoW Character Stuff

Goldendawn family tree is here.

Listing PBs so I don’t have to go wandering around tags to find them.

Donovath Goldendawn:

PB: Danila Polyakov

Lanthalis Goldendawn:

PB: Luke Goss

Aegnas Vileblade:

PB: Luke Goss (as Prince Nuada)

Kirenestus Duskhallow:

PB: Berthold Rothas

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I am too lazy to make this a photoset that doesn’t warp weirdly, but here, have the Goldendawn men in one post.

[yyanthe]

Oooo hey Donovath

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Bringing this back because relevant. Also Yyanthe Edit: it ate my whole write up of these guys. Not rewriting on mobile, autocorrect driving me nuts. Will fix at home on my pc.

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Jekyll and Hyde by Five Finger Death Punch

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The Ritual

((I took a lot of liberties with this. Hopefully it works! Warning for gore and self-inflicted injury in the section below the cut.))

In the end, it hadn’t been Kirenestus who initially disabled the demon, but Kelenar. They were in the middle of battle with smaller demons, felguards and their hounds, and it was Kelenar who saw the fleeing shape of the Nathrezim. Kelenar who let loose a blinding flash of Light without so much as a warning. And as as everyone, Kirenestus included, reeled and tried to regain their senses, Kelenar calmly took the flask of poison from Kirenestus and threw it at the Nathrezim. The flask shattered and the demon doubled over as the poison began to work. Kirenestus recovered enough to help Kelenar dispatch the rest of the demon patrol, then they trussed their quarry and loaded it onto a protesting Thalassian horse in Argent colors.

Safely back at their camp, with Kelenar keeping watch, Kirenestus began to get things ready. The two crystal daggers, glowing fel green with residual power, harvested and cut from a broken Sin’dorei power crystal, were cleaned thoroughly and placed in front of a large stone bowl. Their power derived from a time before the Sin’dorei had regained the Sunwell. Demonic power. Appropriate, he thought.

Small runestones marked the edges of Kirenestus’s circle. It wouldn’t keep anything of importance out, but he hoped it would mask what he was doing, at least for long enough for him to finish. The runes glowed fel green, partially because of the thick demonic magic around them and partially because of the magic they were imbued with. Kirenestus hadn’t consulted Kelenar when he made them on the way here. One paladin who was more healer than guard wouldn’t be enough to hold off a swarm of demons while he was vulnerable. Better if they didn’t sense them to begin with.

Bandages waited on the makeshift altar, too, along with a blindfold Kirenestus fitfully tore and then sewed from one of his fancy, thick winter cloaks on the sea voyage to Tanaan. Rich red, with gold trim, and thick enough that no one would be able to see through it. He ran a hand over the heavy cloth and a shiver of fear ran through him.

“I can smell your fear, mortal.” The other thing near the altar was awake but still unable to control his limbs. The Nathrezim was tightly bound next to the altar, but it wouldn’t have mattered. His wings twitched uncontrollably and his tail jerked too hard to even give him purchase enough to push himself up.

“Not for long.” Kirenestus looked up at the moons, barely visible. It wasn’t the best time for this kind of ritual, but they didn’t have enough time to wait for both moons to be full. This would have to do. Kirenestus lit the candles he brought with them. The thick, acrid smell of dragon fat filled the air, though the candles themselves looked as if they were only half there. Netherdrake. Kelenar gave them a look, but pretended a moment later not to notice. Kirenestus knew the paladin’s mind was on Hearthglen and the young woman, the young netherdrake, who lived with him in his cottage there.

Kirenestus set them up along the circle. When the last candle was placed, the magic in the air increased, sealing the circle with an almost audible whoosh of air. He gave Kelenar an apologetic smile. “I’ll be alright. Just keep an eye out for trouble.”

“You idiot. Fine.” Kelenar drew his greatsword and the Light flowed around him, settling into the runes of the sword.

Kirenestus turned away from the paladin, back to the demon trussed at the foot of the makeshift altar. He drew a different dagger from his boot, this one wickedly serrated and heavy, solid metal. He began to cut away the ropes. As each one fell away, the Nathrezim fell more limp, until he laid prone at Kirenestus’s feet, glaring up at him. “You can’t control me, no matter what you were promised. I will eventually be free, little one...”

Kirenestus pretended not to hear him. He sheathed the dagger in his boot again, then reached for the stone bowl and one of the crystal daggers. He looked up at the moons. Elune wasn’t up there, but the Pale Lady was. He hoped that would suffice. The language he chanted in when he knelt beside the Nathrezim was Kaldorei. The demon glared at him, then when he understood the meaning of the words, he began to struggle. Kirenestus paid him no heed, just set the bowl down, then jerked his head back to expose his throat.

Without warning, he switched to Eredun, looking back down at the demon with a hard expression, he said, “Now, I bind your power to mine, and I pledge to use the power I’m granted to destroy the Burning Legion wherever I find it.”

“Good luck,” the demon sneered, “because I will always be inside you, waiting to get out.”

Kirenestus drew the crystal blade across the demon’s throat. Blood sprayed out, staining his hands as well as filling the bowl with fel green blood. Kirenestus left the dying demon and moved to the altar. He unwrapped the glaives laying there. The metal glittered with engraved runes. When he saw them, the demon tried to struggle again. Kirenestus just looked back at him and, with a deep breath, he tipped the bowl, drinking deeply from it.

It was like fire flowing through his veins. He almost dropped the bowl, but he made himself slowly set it down on the altar before he collapsed to his knees beside it. He refused to cry out, not with the dying demon watching him. Kirenestus picked up the other dagger and he dipped both into the remaining bright green blood. Both flared as the residual energy recharged them. Before he could lose his nerve, Kirenestus brought them up and shoved them into his eyes.

This time he did cry out, as did the demon. Magic swirled around them, grew tighter and tighter. The tattoos on Kirenestus’s upper body glowed bright, fel green. Blindly, he reached for the bowl, tipping the rest of the blood over the glaives. Then he took the glaives in hand and, turning, he nimbly sliced the head from the nathrezim. The circle evaporated as the magic dissipated, and Kirenestus again sank to his knees, groaning.

Kelenar came up to him, then, grabbing the bandages to wrap his ruined eyes. Kirenestus didn’t hear what the paladin was saying to him. His mind was buzzing, buzzing...and then, suddenly, everything went dark and he fell face first into the bloodied dirt.

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One word headcanon meme: Monster

The ritual didn’t work like it should have. There were failures, Kirenestus knew. He’d heard about the ones that, for whatever reason, didn’t take to the demonic power. The demon raged inside them and drove them insane. He wasn’t going mad, he didn’t think, but there was lost time. Voices. Nightmares. Perhaps it had been a mistake going for the Nathrezim. The demon was adept at possessing others. Had it been hubris to think he could control a master.

The niggling doubts inched their way through his mind as he followed silently behind his paladin escort through Tanaan Jungle. They were still deep within enemy territory and Kelenar’s runed greatsword glowed with the Light as he led the way, occasionally using it to cut through the thick underbrush.

“We’re coming.” Kirenestus’s ears twitched. Had someone spoken, or was it just in his head? “Let’s go to Mulgore, daddy!” Perhaps in his head. Runed glaives were strapped to his back, and he drew them. He felt better, more solid with their weight in his hands. “I can smell your blood!”

Kelenar heard the movement and turned to him. “Is everything alright?” Kirenestus couldn’t see details of the paladin’s face, not with the faceguard he wore and the vision he wasn’t used to yet, but he could hear the concern.

“Do you hear something?” Kirenestus looked around, straining to hear something, anything, besides the laughter in his head.

“Just you. You’re about as graceful as a herd of tauren.” Kelenar eyed the glaives, his gaze obvious even to Kirenestus. “Is something wrong? We’re almost to the front, you can rest once we get back behind Horde lines.”

Something moved, just behind Kelenar, and Kirenestus’s gaze snapped to it immediately. “You can’t cage me forever...” Moved again. Bright against the grey that the world had become. He snarled. “Get down!” And he took a step forward, swinging the glaives in a wide arc in the space just above Kelenar’s head.

A howl erupted, and a succubus came into view. She was holding her arm, where bright green blood flowed from a deep gash. Kirenestus pushed past Kelenar and swung the glaives again. Her head went rolling.

As Kelenar stood and brushed himself off, Kirenestus knelt beside the body. He touched the bloody stump of her neck with two fingers, then brought them to his nose. He could almost smell the power in her blood, and on an impulse, he stuck the fingers in his mouth. There was a sharp pain on the back of his head as Kelenar slapped him.

“No backsliding. Let’s go. We need to hurry, I doubt it was alone.”

Kirenestus let Kelenar herd him back towards the Horde line, but he kept looking back at the body cooling on the jungle floor. What a waste.

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Monster by Skillet

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From Syelli: "You look familiar, have we met before?"

Kirenestus was bent over a book, tracing runes into its cover in glittering dust. His ruined eyes were hidden behind a thick cloth, but his hands moved with the surety of someone who’d done that a million times before. He answered without turning towards the newcomer. “House Goldendawn is blessed to have survived the wars relatively unscathed. You may know any one of us.”

ooc-ani

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"Will you be taking this?" Nephelea offered Kirenestus his cloak, which he'd left on the back of the bench in the inn. "You'll probably want it, won't you? Because... rain..?"

Kirenestus looked behind him with a start. The cloth covering his ruined eyes was thick enough to obscure even the faintest outline of eye socket, but he still looked directly at her. To tell the truth, he wasn’t used to the sight yet. He could see, but things, like the cloak in her hand, were faint enough he was prone to leave them. He accepted the cloak from her with a nod and a faint smile. “Thank you.” He threw the hood over his head and fastened it around his neck then arranged it around the glaives at his back. “I appreciate it. I’m not far from home, but it smells like rain, doesn’t it?”

little-ojousama

[angstmemes]

Basic Angst Starters

because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.

[rpmissionboard]

Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

Nightmares

Humanity

Guardian

Torture

Insanity

Slaughter

Order

Morality

Loyalty

Promise

Betrayal

Epiphany

Apathy

Memories

Loss

Lies

Death

Love

Plans

Pawns

revenge

Monster

Time

Waiting

Laugh

Trend

Alliance

Natural

Pretence

Urge

Impression

Critic

Accent

Stranger

Judgement

Delirious

Instinct

Damage

Illusion

End

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I'm feeling particularly ambitious tonight. I'll turn these into drabbles or longer fics.

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First Meeting Starters

"Good Evening/Afternoon/Morning/Day/Night."

"Watch where you're going!"

"Is this seat taken?"

"Here you dropped this."

"You remind me of someone."

"Will you be taking this?"

"May I take your order?"

"How are you?"

"You look familiar, have we met before?"

"Be careful next time."

"Hey, could you help me?"

"Help me!"

"I'm so sorry!"

"Are you alright?!"

"I know we've never met, but I think you're beautiful."

[exorcist-on-paws-blog]

Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.