Semi-IC blog for some of my OCs (more are roleplayed in game). More will be added as their personalities develop. For now, this is simply a blog for Nallei.
Alliance
Nallei - Draenei DK (blood) - Moon Guard
((My name is Jay and I use "they" pronouns. Thank you!))
Is Nallei afraid of anything? If so, why is she afraid of it?
Nallei is deathly (ha) afraid of being left alone. Even when she's just on her own for a little while, she feels uncomfortable. I know this is a bit strange for a Death Knight to want to be around people (like, she loves to sit by the Stormwind Canals where she can hear the bustling...aliveness of the Trade District) but she remembers feeling so lost and alone when she was first raised as a Death Knight. When she got her free will back, that buried feeling increased ten fold.
Being with SoA has been like a security blanket for her. She might not show it too well, and she might still be a little prickly around the edges and maladapted to social life, but it's a start.
She really enjoys flying. Second to that, there's tinkering with small objects, sitting by moving water, and relaxing on the floating islands around Nagrand.
Long, long ago on Argus, Nallei was an Anchorite. Sometime between Draenor and Azeroth, she trained to be in league with the Vindicators. One of her first actual missions as a Vindicator was in the Plaguelands. And we aaaaall know how that turned out.
Oh god, sorry guys I've been out of game for a while! Haven't touched WoW in over a week. Sorry for the hiatus and disappearing (well, okay not disappearing, I was active over on my main blog).
But eugh. No time for lots of gaming. I'll still answer old (and new!) TMI questions. ;)
eta: Okay fine I cheated it wasn't ALL THE THINGS but still. STILL. I noticed also you play Hade like he can't do the frick frack anymore. Nallei can still do the bing bang, she just doesn't feel like she really wants to anymore. I can see her using it if she was on a mission to get information or something. Try to emulate a living being but she ends up burning the guy's dick off or something.
smith-hadeon replied to your post:Nallei's kink is... I'm gonna have to make something up here, I don't know her very well yet. Let's go with sensory overload. All the things, all at once.
Well if you’re gonna write it… :P
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The room is shrouded mostly in shadow, lit only by a a single torch in crude sconce near the wood and iron door. The air is frigid and a rime of frost is creeping through a particularly large crack in the stone wall.
The room appears to not have been touched in ages, though a few commodities remain from what may have been the former inhabitant; a desk along the wall, empty and covered in scratch marks; a small wardrobe on the opposite side, also empty with the doors hanging off the hinges; a cot in the centre of the room with a crude headboard fashioned out of iron bars, stripped of sheets and leaking rotted straw from many tears.
"This used to be yours?" Aysael ask softly, sharp nails running along the scored wood of the desk she's inspecting. She smiles gently at the huff of frustration coming from behind her.
Nallei groans. "You have asked this twice now. You have also looked around the room at least half a dozen times. My answer is still yes." She sounds disgruntled.
Aysael shrugs to herself, because she knows Nallei cannot see her and it causes a little thrill to shoot up her spine. She turns around slowly to gaze at the draenei, arms and legs shackled in steel chains to keep her from moving too much (Aysael wanted to use leather or cloth but Nallei insisted she would just rip those). The Knight is also completely divest of clothing, bare breasts moving up and down as she pants with breath she doesn't need.
The Kaldorei druid smiles, padding back over to loom above her lover. She does not speak again, letting her fingers do the talking. She runs pointed nails up Nallei's abdomen, feather light, coming up to to scrape gently against a dusky nearly black nipple.
Nallei inhales sharply, tail thumping on the cot beside her.
It continues like this for longer, Aysael continually touching more of Nallei's body, and Nallei becoming increasingly desperate. The Death Knight's body is sickly, feverishly hot, something Aysael can feel radiating against her skin from even two feet away. She only stops touching when Nallei's own nails dig too hard into her palms, thick blackish blood leaking down her wrists.
When she removes her hand, Nallei is shaking. Aysael climbs quietly upon the cot to Nallei's side and licks her lips in thought. She has the draenei teetering on the edge, radiating heat in a moist aura around her body. But she knows if she lets the other up now, Nallei would probably murder her for not finishing what she started.
Slowly, Aysael returns her fingers to Nallei's skin and drinks in the way the Knight jumps at the sensation. Her fingers trail down, down, brushing eventually between her lover's legs where she is almost burning hot. There is hardly any lubrication, but Aysael doesn't think that should bother Nallei in the slightest.
When two of her fingers disappear between the dark folds of Nallei's sex, the Knight arches so violently that Aysael thinks the cot is about to tear in half. Nallei groans loudly, horns clanking against the iron headboard and chains scraping against eachother. She tries to open her legs to give the druid easier access but is unable to do so.
Aysael twists her fingers deeper, also adding her lips to slowly brush near one of the draenei's nipples. She lets a tingle of nature magic to flow through her fingers while she lets a fang nick the perk nipple next to her mouth, and Nallei is done for.
Nallei clenches impossibly tight, arching again as far as the chains allow her. A trail of hot vapour rises from Nallei's mouth as she opens her mouth to let out a wordless sob, more black blood running down her wrists from her lacerated palms.
When it's over, when Aysael gently undoes the chains and wipes the Death Knight's blood from her arms and they're left laying side by side (Aysael insists she be the "Little Spoon" because Nallei is a wonderful space heater), Nallei brushes her lips over her lover's neck and watches over her while she rests for a little while.
They will leave Northrend tomorrow after burning Nallei's old quarters to the ground.
Nallei's kink is... I'm gonna have to make something up here, I don't know her very well yet. Let's go with sensory overload. All the things, all at once.
I never actually thought about that but. Wow yeah okay I can totally see her enjoying that. >_>
Like, she wouldn’t give much of any indication she was enjoying it at first (all stoic and bored looking) but as time goes on she ends up becoming more and more sensitive until every sound and smell and touch and taste ends up with her writhing and panting and speechless (preferably without anywhere to go because of some bondage-y fun!)
OOC: So I'm at Great Wolf Lodge and tomorrow we go to the beach and I was thinking.
Shadows of Argus AT THE BEACH.
SoA hosted beach party at that one sand bar in the middle of Vashj'ir (the one with the flight path). Refreshments, volleyball, swimming, SHARK WRANGLING, gnome punting, swimsuit (armourkini) contest, and for the higher levels: two teams, one to find Velskar and one for Kolorath. First group to kill one wins. Then both rendezvous for the Great Whaleshark Hunt.
Reblog if it's okay for people to come into your askbox and ask about your OCs
Even if I’ve never spoken to them, even if I don’t know them from a hole in the wall, even if they’re on anon, people asking questions about my OCs make my day.
