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You give treats to the Eliksni in Botza as part of the Saint quest and when you give it to babies, they make the most adorable noises I am in literal tears on the floor.

Also you can keep giving them treats after you finish the quest if you stay in Botza, I gave treats to every single Eliksni.

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“Moving up on your right!”

“Just don’t get in front of me!”

-Sylas and Ventriks, aiding the Guardian against House Salvation soldiers

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Happy New Year!

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“When is the Guardian going to get here?” Tenriks, Spider’s Associate

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I’m sending you some backup. Please—don’t shoot the backup.

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Spiky bois. Pointy friends.

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Mafia Au

• “Meet me down by the docks at a quarter past nine o’clock.”

• “You went dancing with who?”

• “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll turn around and forget you ever saw anything.”

• “This is the last time you double crossed me _____. Get em boys/girls.”

• “Is this really the best you have?”

• “Where’s my goods?”

• “Say one more word and you’ll be getting a nice new pair of grey shoes.”

• “I want him/her/them dead, I want him/her/their family dead, I want his/her/their house burned to the ground!”

• “I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

• “If you want me to keep my mouth shut, its gonna cost ya.”

• “Now if I ever, if I ever, see you here again you die, just like that.”

• “Get this through your fucking head! You only exist out here because of me! Don’t fucking ever go behind my back again.”

• “Come on sweetie, pour me a drink.”

• “Check the back alley again, that asshole ain’t getting away this time.”

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“Sylas sent Fulkrin to scout: us alone.” The Eliksni responded before turning his body to the side. He grabbed one piece of the tent’s door and pulled it aside, showing her the tent of their comrade across from her.

The tent was left open by their more messy friend, showing its emptiness with the light from an Awoken lamp Fulkrin forgot to turn off before leaving.

“Reelax here?” He asked again before letting go of the “door” closing the tent back up as it fell down into its original position.

“Happy to pleez.” He spoke in attempted English. Since working with her, he had begun to try and speak the language: realizing that there might be more non Eliksni associates in their path that don’t speak his native tongue.

After receiving such affectionate pats on his head, the Fallen couldn’t help but chitter happily. He lifted his head away from Anahid’s neck, rubbing his cheek against hers.

“Join in Sylas tent?” He asked her with a small hint of something more, beginning to sway the Awoken he embraced around the waist from side to side.

Anahid’s cheeks flared up with a strong hue of purple after Sylas asked her to rejoin him at his tent… but before she could give him a “yes” or a “no”, she glanced outside, remembering that there wasn’t only him to be in her squad of venegance.

She moved him off her with discrection and turned slowly. She sat in front of him on her knees, so that she’d see him face to face to enhance her concern about pure courtesy, a good thing at least that she had learnt from her mother.

“Ahem, but what about Fulkrin? We’d scare him if we suddenly disappear without giving him any warning, don’t you think so?” She questioned him as she arranged the dyed blue braid on her right shoulder, slipped off its position when he had embraced her.

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“Happy to pleez.” He spoke in attempted English. Since working with her, he had begun to try and speak the language: realizing that there might be more non Eliksni associates in their path that don’t speak his native tongue.

After receiving such affectionate pats on his head, the Fallen couldn’t help but chitter happily. He lifted his head away from Anahid’s neck, rubbing his cheek against hers.

“Join in Sylas tent?” He asked her with a small hint of something more, beginning to sway the Awoken he embraced around the waist from side to side.

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“Hah, morbid.” She hummed at his sentence with amusement as she calmly placed away the cup she had picked, so that she won’t spill it accidentally over them or over her precious papers.

Honestly he was right, she had been in the past days way too overwhelmed by her own thoughts that she had forgotten generally a good break to relieve her stress and mourn. Perhaps a short break lulled with a good company will only be good for her thinned mental state.

She let him carefully embrace her, opening up to his hold as she sighed in relief. Her orange eye glanced at him, shining with delight.

“Thanks, it’s working honestly.” She giggled as she patted his head affectionately in return.

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Sylas was a proud member of the Wolf House, serving under the Will of Skolas before having to switch to the Queen. When he was freed during the Wolves Uprising, he realigned himself with Skolas before finding himself at the hands of the Spider: both his former Kells dead/missing in action.

He’d heard stories about how the Wolves still stood strong, lead by the Awoken Thusia who had claimed the final Kellship of the house. He never met her, but held a deep respect for the Awoken that took care of his previous family: for now he worked for the Spider.

A while he had been working with Anahid, along with another of his Comrades: Fulkrin, who was out on a scouting mission for the vengeful Wolves’ Light.

“Anahid need reelaxing.” The Spiders’ Associate murmured as his lower arms carefully wrapped around her waist, placing a few more kisses on her neck once he better exposed it by moving her cloak out of the way a bit.

❕ -Syrok, A Spider’s Associate

https://wolves-whisperer-nsfw.tumblr.com/post/166752713108/nsfw-rp-meme

Quick Note: Thusia is dead then, so I hope you won’t mind instead the reaction of Anahid xD

Through her tent a chill breeze passed, but she remained dead serious on a bunch of papers and books in front of her, artifacts fundamental for her in order to achieve her sworn revenge. The Tangled Shore will have no secrets to her.

“Alright, the Ketch once was… here, and the crew of the Hangman surrounded it on these spots…” She paused, her fists clenching on her thights. “Indeed they had to possibilities to run away. They were completely surrounded.” The last words trailed off her lips with fatigue, sore of keeping her tears in her eyes and keep a decent control on her impulses of wrath, a bad trait taken from her missing mother.

She shook her head and looked a moment beside at the fellow Syrok. She trusted Spider already, including his crew, no matter how much bad is his reputation around. She grew with this race, knowing their language and culture, she felt confident with that.

She returned to scan her map where some spots were marked and sipped something hot to keep herself in energy for the next missions ahead.

“Hm. With the Guardians now doing their business, I can keep my full focus on both my sworn ‘Reef Loyalists’ and the Scorns without getting too much in trouble—!”

She paused again, but this time with a surprised gasp for feeling the maw of the allied Eliksni on her neck morbidly covered with her royal blue cloak. She tried not to blush, but it was hard.

“Whoa whoa whoa, have you find something on my skin? Is it gone now?” She joked. A nervous laugh mingled in the atmosphere inside the tent, at least something different than boiling inside with negative feelings.