Sarvan Vane @wasitallinvane - Tumblr Blog

come home little wolf

Release, a full-body reaction that sent shivers over her skin. As if all worldly problems had been lifted from her shoulders and she was suddenly incorporeal. It was intoxicating. Otherworldly. Her chin lifted, lips parted as her eyes closed, she felt everything- even the brush of her lashes on the delicate skin beneath her eyes. Weightlessness. She lulled her head to the side and when her lashes lifted all color had been swallowed by the welcome home. Black, framed in thick black lashes, devoured the talasite chips that colored her eyes as well as the whites. Darkness swept through the press of figures - ghosts. Death. Dead. The figure closest to her turned into her, offering her a body to cling to - though one bony hand rose slowly.

Her fingers splayed, almost releasing Yelena.

Yelena?

Time.. time meant nothing, not here. She let her stare drift to Yelena, blinking slowly as she cemented her existence in her thoughts and reality before she returned her attention to the figure and its finger. She just wanted to sleep, to close her eyes again and just exist with the rest that pushed closer, crowding until she could feel Yelena bump against her side.

‘Little wolf…’ A voice curled like a touch around her fragile neck, seeping into her skin and thoughts. ‘Come.. come…’

Run. The figure next to her had no lips, just an eternal grin that hissed in her ear. Run. Run. A sharpness found her chin, the point of one body finger that directed her sleepy stare.

Bishop. He towered over the rest of the souls, souls that parted to allow him as he approached.

She didn’t just let Yelena go, she shoved her and once the veil let the other girl go, she twisted about to run.

‘Come to me..’

‘…Come to me, little wolf. Centuries have passed, lifetimes have come and gone. It is time to begin anew…”

An arm curled around her as she tried to shove through the collection of death that was too close, they pressing in to hold her in place. Her lips parted to scream but the arm cinched, squishing the air from her and suddenly a light stole the veil from her eyes.

Sarv.

agilneanrose

The horses… if they could just get to the horses they could get help while Burrich and Tristan fought for – oh titans. Her heart thundered in her ears as she ran, one hand holding onto the stumbling Yelena and the other hiking her skirts up high, knees exposed as she raced towards the….-

She slowed to a stop so suddenly that the girl she dragged along behind her cracked into her back. She could hear nothing, whatever had detonated had taken her ability to listen but she watched as the horse's heads swayed dramatically, lifting high into the sky with mouths open in a silent scream.

Dead. The horses were dead.

She whirled around, her arm curling about Yelena’s shoulders as she summoned forbidden shadows and vanished, taking her sister into the veil.

To me.

@theoldlord

agilneanrose

Sarven Inspiration

agilneanrose

“I am past asking why, my lady. What do you want me to look for?”

She drew to an abrupt stop, her skirts swaying forward before settling about her once more. Surprise flickered across a pale face, a face that tilted with the lull of her head. “Sarven, you think me a tyrant or someone that would not explain what I need?” She tisked softly, her hands tucking behind her back. She didn’t wait for his answer but instead resumed walking and he matched her march-like steps.

“It is time for the Coalition to return to Duskwood. With the influx of people and support it has had this last month or so - it has not needed us. The people, Nights Watch even had had their hands full but also enough defenders by way of bystanders that a great breath of relief could be taken. Word has come that the masses of loiterers have faded now that the strange portal-jumping goblin in Stormwind has been defeated or at least chased back into its portal for good. Darkshire is once more barren of people with even House Bellgarde pulling their support and patrols. Before we walk the roads once more, I would have you go look and watch. Give me three days of your wiley attention.”

She paused, talasite framed in thick black lashes slanted his way in a sideways peek before she turned to face him fully. “I would not have you stay longer -” “You know.”

“I do. Our -skills- have faded, our connection remains in our thoughts, and for that I am thankful. But I know you feel the weight, I think we all do. In and out, three days.”

“As you wish.”

agilneanrose

"In a mad world, only the mad are sane."

Deep within the kingdom of terror, madness dances like dust motes in the stale air. A chamber sits at the belly of it all, a corrupted womb with its children forever tethered despite how feral they gnaw upon the lifelines that bind them.

Gnawing..

Gnawing…

“My lady? – Rosemarri? Rose…!”

She felt her arms gripped, the water about her thickened until she was certain the hunks of meat and gore were collecting around her rather than moving with the churning of the pool.

“Do you hear me?” Her handmaiden’s voice held no panic but instead an eternal patience for her lady’s oddness.

“I do..” A reply came as the blood and gore faded from the water, leaving the scented bath she had originally stepped in to bring comfort. Lavender dusted her skin, the smell bringing reality with it. The hands on her did not release but instead gripped firm, waiting.

“Mason is awake..”

“Thank fuck - I thought…”

“Mason is awake..” She repeated, her talasite stare shifted to Alisena’s face and locked onto the elf’s features. How? How..

"You said..." The other woman's voice faded, confusion edging into the relief that came with the news. Were they not to be excited? The unspoken question found no answer that made sense - yes and no. No and yes.

"Mason is awake..." Rosemarri repeated, the hands on her arms helping her from the bath. "Mason is awake..."

... and something else had been created.

@willows-whispers @fel-on-heels @theoldlord @thebladesedge

fel-on-heels

Jakk, Rosemarri, Sarvan, Maseon and Willow would all receive packages. In Willow and Maseon’s case, the package would be together. Inside each were a pair of daggers, thin bladed weapons forged in ghost iron, the blades featuring a thin channel in which one could inject poisons in each one. The blades glowed a different color for each pair….she’d spent considerable resources to enchant each one with a unique enchantment. Each contained a note.

@thebladesedge

Jakk,

I know things have gotten off on the wrong foot…..even before your revival, we weren’t exactly friends. Perhaps we never will be, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t admire your ingenuity. As you gave me a weapon of your design, I wish to give you something with my own personal touch. I had this forged from some of the best materials available, and enchanted it with something you might find….entertaining.

Ali

His pair of daggers were set in sheathes that made it easy to fit into his sleeves if he so wished, with a pair of mechanical bands that allowed him to pop them into his hands if he ever so wanted. They glowed a fire-y orange, and when striking a target, they would fire off a blast of flame, similar to a flamethrower.

@agilneanrose

Rosemarri,

I know you don’t remember, but when I first came to you, I was supposed to teach you how to defend yourself. I failed miserably, but during my time with you I saw another kind of strength, one that is different from mine. These are mostly symbolic, a token of the bond we all share (I sent the others a pair too, don’t tell them! It’s a secret!). These will help protect you when one of us cannot.

Alise

Her pair of daggers were set in soft leather sheathes, along with a fashionable belt that wouldn’t look out of place for a noblewoman. Her pair glowed an earthy brown, and would create a ward around herself to prevent some damage for a time. Like all enchantments, there was a cool down to the ward manifesting again, but hopefully she would never need it.

@wasitallinvane

Sarvan,

I never really got a chance to thank you for saving my life from Jakk. With everything that’s been going on, we really haven’t had a chance to talk much. It’s not just my life I’m thankful for, I am thankful that you are here to protect all of us. I am grateful for your vigilance. I hope these will serve you well.

Alise

His pair of daggers also came with a belt, but it was a war belt, completed with slots for throwing daggers and even a place to hook the weird lantern of his if he so chose to. The sheathes that held the daggers were of soft, black leather that matched the belt, and his daggers swirled with dark, shadow like tendrils. When striking a target, they would erupt with shadow flame that would feel cold to the target’s touch.

@masonarsenault

@willows-whispers

Willow and Maseon

With all that has been going on, I haven’t caught up with you two in awhile. I hope that you are enjoying your time together and hope you are safe. I wanted to thank you for helping stop Jakk from killing me. I don’t know if I ever really got a chance to say thank you. I am sorry I had to put you through all of that. I hope you use these to continue to protect us, and to continue protecting each other.

Alise

Maseon’s dagger’s included a war belt as well, complete with slots for throwing daggers and the like. Made of brown leather, his daggers glowed a hazy greenish color. When he struck a target with one, the target would experience a feeling of sickness, perhaps enough to incapacitate them for a short period of time.

Willow’s, on the other hand, also had a belt, but this was more of a healer’s belt than a war belt. There were slots for potions and other first aid equipment (which had, more or less, been filled up. She’d definitely see Tyraeri’s touch in that.) Her daggers glowed as well, but with a light blue aura. Hers simply set a ward on those she willed it to be on, and they would feel a refreshing surge of water that would act as a balm to help those who required aid. Like all enchantments, however, it also had a cooling down period before it could be used again.

@hallowed-secrets

@theborderlandcoalition