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[[ Co-written with @kidcatgemini, player of @sinafay1 and @sinafay-the-defiant ]]

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The Kyrian’s duties in Korthia were primarily as scouts. Their air superiority gave them a distinct advantage in surveying the area. But even for a wingless Kyrian adherent like Grakkar, scouting was the best way he could contribute to the joint efforts of Death’s Advance. An eye in the sky was one thing, but without getting a sense of things on the ground, it didn’t count for much.

The orc hefted his axe over his shoulder, relaxing his stride as he stepped out onto the open road. He’d trudged and crawled through the thickets, underbrush, and cliffsides of this unforgiving land enough for one day, and now returned to the Keeper’s Respite up the hill. Today’s report wasn’t much different than yesterday’s-- fighting here happened quickly and spontaneously, and ended equally so. It made it hard to predict when and where the Mawsworn would strike. But they weren’t amassing anywhere out of the usual. For now.

Grakkar stopped, eyes shooting wide as he entered the encampment. His heart skipped a beat, swelling up in his chest! It was a face he’d know anywhere-- Sinafay’s! What was she doing here? And why was her skin so much more blue than before? Her eyes, too were--

“... Oh.”

It dawned on him, heart beating back normally again… though feeling excessively heavier now, as a result. It was Sinafay. But not his Sinafay. His wall of a Soulbind by her side confirmed it, as the two spoke indistinctly across the camp. Shared a kiss… then Argonas stepped away, approaching the Kyrian forward commanders. Likely to report in. He’d been scarce lately, but Grakkar understood why. After the Battle for Ardenweald, he finally attained what he came here for in the first place. Sinafay.

And… there she was. Standing alone now, watching her mate from afar. That same hopeful, jovial expression as she looked at Argonas that her Lightbound self back home would give Grakkar when he was around. It made him miss her all the more, seeing this facsimile here and now.

Before he knew it, his legs took off without him, closing the distance between him and Sinafay. By the time he was within talking distance of her, he realized he had no idea what to say!

“Nice body.” was his knee-jerk reaction.

He could almost taste his foot as he shoved it in his mouth.

“--Uhh, I mean… I’m glad you restored it. Your body, I mean.” he tried to correct. “Because, you know… last I saw you were a soul.”

An attempt at a save. Not a good one, but an attempt!

Sinafay visibly bristled at the voice. She recognized the gruff Orcish accent easily enough. Her eyes narrowed as she snapped an ice cold glare at Grakkar. Her tail twitched, clearly demonstrating her annoyance as he fumbled his words out.

She hadn’t yet had a chance to discuss with Argonas how he’d ended up with an Orc as a Soulbind. Either way, she at least attempted not to be immediately hostile towards him, if anything because she wasn’t aware of the specifics of how the connection worked.

“Thank you…” she replied, though it appeared to take great effort on her part, “It has served me well thus far.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and stuck out her hip, brows knit as she looked him over. Old… very old. No doubt a good fighter to have reached that age. She wondered how many Draenei deaths he was responsible for…

There was an awkward silence as they both just stood there eyeing each other. She wasn’t certain why Grakkar wasn’t leaving… was he attempting to befriend her because of the link with Argonas, she wondered? Sinafay looked over towards where her husband had gone, hoping to catch his gaze and indicate he should come back, but he appeared to be in a deep conversation about the mission report. She let out a heavy sigh before returning her attention to the Orc.

“You and Argonas are… Soulbinds, yes?” she figured she might as well attempt to gather information, “What exactly does that entail?”

“It’s, uh… complicated.” he sputtered out, not entirely sure how to answer that. “The Kyrian do this ritual to connect people, so they can draw on one another’s strengths. Argonas and I share a link of sorts. Memories. Emotions. Those kinds of things we can glean from one another’s pasts.”

It was honestly about all he knew about it, for having undergone a Soulbinding ritual personally. The rest of it felt… innate. Unable to be put into words, just understood through the experience. He found a lot of shamanistic rituals were like that, too.

“--Ah! You’re a shaman, right?” he brightened, smiling as he remembered that fact! “I remember Argonas mentioning that. Or… reading it from his memories. Either way, that’s impressive! Where I come from, not a lot of Draenei have the tenacity or commitment for such a sacred calling.”

He smiled a bit. Relaxing. This was going well… he thought. He hoped.

“I… am, yes,” she replied, tail flickering behind her. She wasn’t about to mention that having a new body made it so that she had to reconnect with the elements once again. It was one of the main reasons she wanted to accompany Argonas to Korthia, what better place to reconnect than on the field of battle itself?

The idea of him gleaning memories and emotions from Argonas was… disturbing, to say the least. Especially considering she and her mate had spent the past few months doing nothing but celebrating her return in very physical ways! She couldn’t help but wonder how much of that he’d picked up. Perhaps it was the reason he was so relaxed around her. Her nose scrunched up in disgust. It was uncomfortable to say the least. This Orc already seemed to know so much about her, yet she knew next to nothing about him.

For the moment, she pushed aside the memory and emotions issue to concentrate on the other things Grakkar had divulged.

“What do you mean ‘where you are from?’” She couldn’t help but ask, noting his skin color and tattoos, “You speak of Nagrand?”

"Heh, good eye. You know your clans, it seems." he nodded.

Grakkar then spread his arms and turned slightly to further show off his Warsong clan markings. He was impressed; this Sinafay seemed as interested in Orcish culture as his was!

"I'm from a different timeline than you are, though-- the one you Azerothians returned to and saved from the Legion's devastation." he clarified, straightening up once more. "After you all left, the Orcish clans and the Draenei empire lived in peace… for a time. Before the Lightbound Crusade."

A frown crossed his features, diminishing the polite and friendly smile he had tried to maintain in her presence. Even now, the sudden betrayal of the Draenei weighed heavily on his heart. He lost so many people he cared about to that zealous treachery. Including Neelah.

"But… that isn't a very pleasant story." he shook his head, shrugging the negative memories away for now. "Regardless, it's impressive to see a Draenei cultivate an affinity to the elements."

Sinafay simply blinked as a pack of new information came rolling out of the Orc’s mouth. Draenor? Draenei and Orcs living in peace?! Lightbound Crusade? She shook her head as she tried to digest it all… except none of it made any sense!

“Wait wait wait,” her arms finally uncrossed from over her chest, to bring her fingers to rub at her temples, “You are saying that the portals to Draenor are OPEN again?! Since when?! What the fuck is a Lightbound?! What crusade?!”

So many questions filled her head. She looked towards Argonas once more. He hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort!

Fuck, she needed a drink!

Grakkar's eyes widened, brow raising. His lips grew narrow, as he began to recognize the familiar signs or panic and confused anger in this Sinafay he had learned from the true one back home. He had definitely upset her.

"--Oh, uh… no, no. The portals aren't open again. They were briefly so we could escape the Lightbound Crusade." he tried to explain simply and quickly as possible. "The, uh, the Lightbound were what the Draenei in my timeline became after the Azerothians left. Their leader grew zealous and broke the peace to try and force the Light onto us. They killed anyone who resisted, so… uh…"

Only after he expounded on the terrible incident did he realize… knowing more probably wouldn't calm this Sinafay down. Just like the feeling of shame and anger he felt learning the Orcs of the Azerothian timeline had succumbed to the Fel, he suspected this particular Sinafay might not be pleased to hear her people had become oppressors.

Whoops.

"I, uh… I'll let Argonas fill you in on the rest of that. Where'd he get off to, anyway…?"

He joined Sinafay in looking for his Soulbind… but the crowd had grown. Argonas was nowhere in sight!

She took the opportunity to get up in his face. Hands grabbing his tabard and tugging his attention back to her as she growled at him. He was right, she was upset. Tail flicked erratically behind her, and despite having not fully reconnected to the elements, static electricity and sparks of lightning became evident at her growing sour mood.

“Details, Orc,” she practically barked out the command, “Now.”

His lips almost curled into a smile. Almost. Sinafay was so sexy when she was angry and aggressive… even this Azerothian variant! It took significant willpower to keep his hands at his side, rather than grabbing at and groping the Draenei like he would do back home in a situation like this. He had to remind himself this wasn’t his Sinafay.

Hopefully she didn’t notice his erection-- the damn thing clearly couldn’t tell the difference.

“The, uh… the clans were thinned, and forced to merge into one clan and unite against the Lightbound. But even that didn’t stop them, after their empire had grown so powerful. The last of us escaped through the portal to Azeroth, right after the Ogres succumbed.” he elaborated, at her insistence. “Light drove them to madness, same as an excess of any magic would. I know things worked out differently in your timeline, so this must be hard to hear, Sina. But… your people on Draenor turned into zealots.”

He brought his hand up to gently push hers off of him. His arousal abated, after recounting the awful tragedy that ended his life on Draenor. That, and Sinafay’s rage was far less sexy when he couldn’t fight back, as it turned out...

“--Look, don’t get mad at me, alright? I didn’t raise my weapon to any Draenei who weren’t trying to kill me. After the peace, anyway…” he attempted to quell her anger further. “No, during the Lightbound Crusades, I even worked with a Draenei; the real Sinafay, actually! And later after that, Sinafay and I… well… she became my mate.”

He smiled. That would’ve surely cheered her up, to learn that her true self wasn’t one of the oppressive out-of-control Lightbound that conquered his people!

“We even had a child together-- but that’s more recent, once we got here to Azeroth. Argonas thought it was his at first, and we had a big fight over it. I won, easily, but it was still a sore point in our relationship.” he continued, filling Sinafay in on the more recent details. “But we’re past it now, and are working together! One more point of proof, if you need it, that I’m most definitely a friend of the Draenei! Married one, have one as a child-- and if I can work well with Argonas, what more proof do you need?”

With a hearty laugh, Grakkar brought his hand firmly down on Sinafay’s shoulder! He was so glad they were getting along now!

Sinafay’s head spun. She remained in front of Grakkar, hands still up in front of her, balled into fists as he recounted all the details to her. Her eyes widened as he explained the path her kin on Draenor had taken. Surely, the Orcs must have provoked them somehow! But then, she’d seen for herself how the Naaru and the Light could corrupt back on Argus. It turned her stomach that such a corrupted path had been the one Yrel had taken…

She shook her head slowly, face visibly paled and brows drawn together as she tried to make sense of it. Surely, Rurik wouldn’t have stood for something like that nor would her mother or—

—The news of her Draenor counterpart took her completely by surprise. She blinked as Grakkar updated her on her alternate self. She stared at the Orc in shock and disbelief. Part of her was pleased that the other Sinafay had both fought against and survived the crusade. It seemed their will to do what was right and their survival skills were similar.

Apparently, though, that was where their similarities ended. Her counterpart was mated AND had birthed Grakkar’s child?! And why would Argonas think the child was…

Wait.

He would only think the child was his if…

Anger returned to the forefront of her mind as she realized two things. One: her alternate self had managed to cross over and was now living on Azeroth. Two: Argonas was sleeping with her again.

The hand on her shoulder was the breaking point. Baring her fangs, Sinafay grabbed Grakkar’s upper arms and moved forward as she raised her knee, swiftly connecting hard into the Orc’s testicles.

“Fuck that bitch and fuck YOU!”

She was furious! Her eyes flared as lightning sparked around her form. Shoving Grakkar aside, she stomped off into the wilds of Korthia, tail swinging aggressively behind her.

She needed air.

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Grakkar wasn’t sure how long he was on the ground. His eyes fluttered open to see his Soulbind Argonas, scowling down at him. Slowly, sound returned to him. Muffled mumblings at first, but growing more clear as his senses returned to him.

“... ere is she? Where is Sinafay?” Argonas asked, demandingly.

That’s when it started rushing back to the Orc. The memories and the pain, both. He winced, feeling the intense pain in his groin all at once.

“--A-Ancestors…” he whimpered.

Argonas, too, grimaced-- their Soulbinding translating that physical pain in Grakkar into sympathetic pain for the Vindicator. He glanced down, and briefly brushed his hand overtop the Orc’s battered bundle. A flash of Light, and the pain was suppressed. For now.

“--Hnngh… Thank you…” Grakkar managed to speak, no longer straining from the intensity of the pain. “She… kicks really hard… I didn’t expect it-- we were getting along so well!”

“Clearly not as well as you think!” Argonas resumed scolding.

He pulled Grakkar up, whether he wanted to sit up or not, and crossed his arms before him.

“I will ask again; where is she? You were with her last, and clearly upset her!”

“I… I don’t know. We were talking about Shamanism, then about Draenor…” Grakkar replied, as the memories started lining up again. “Then about the Lightbound, and the real Sina… then our child, and--”

“--Wait, you told her about the other Sinafay?” Argonas interrupted, frowning. “What exactly did you say?”

“That she and I had a child together. I told her how we fought over it, when you thought it was yours, but only to indicate that we had moved past that, yeah?” the Orc replied, grunting as he slowly stood up. “I was trying to show her I’m not like most of the Orcs you and she have encountered in your timeline. That I’m a friend. I thought that’d be best, given our circumstances.”

Argonas had stopped listening after the part about the baby. His eyes widened, skin growing a paler shade of blue. He turned, staring at the ground as a million thoughts raced through his mind. None of them good.

“... She knows, then. And she is not happy about it.”

“About what?”

“About the other Sinafay. And how we--”

He gasped, turning to Grakkar. He didn’t have to say it-- their soulbind link conveyed it well enough in the moment. Argonas was not supposed to have rekindled things with the Sinafay from Draenor. Grakkar could tell immediately.

“... It’s alright, big guy. Look, you just explain to her that you thought she was gone for good, yeah? She’ll forgive you!”

“Does she seem like a forgiving person to you!?” Argonas snapped back, brow furrowed. “They hated each other! Light, I should have warned you, but I did not expect you would speak of that in your first ever encounter with her!”

“... Second, technically.” the Orc mumbled to himself. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

The silence lingered between the two of them for a moment. Both feeling the complexity and awkwardness of the situation through their soulbind. Finally, Grakkar shrugged.

“I’m gonna go.”

“I think that would be best, yes.” Argonas nodded. “Lay low for now. I will sort this out so it does not interfere with our duties to the Kyrian.”

“--No, Argonas… I’m gonna go home.”

Argonas raised his brow, as he looked at Grakkar. The Orc nodded resolutely, as he hefted his axe back over his shoulder. Aside from a pair of bruised berries, his encounter with Sinafay had left him with one thing; homesickness. As much as he wanted to help, he was starting to realize what this time apart from his mate and daughter was really costing him. He had been able to push his feelings down until now. But seeing Sinafay? Even a copy of her? Those feelings were too much to ignore.

He didn’t have to say it, though-- Argonas could feel it. And honestly, were he in the same position, he couldn’t say for sure that he’d continue to squash the feelings for the good of the mission. It was time for his Soulbind to return to Azeroth.

“... Mm. So be it.” he replied, nodding.

He stepped forward, and extended a hand. A gesture of goodwill-- the first he’d ever made towards an Orc! Grakkar smirked, taking Argonas’ hand in his and squeezing it firmly. They grinned to one another.

“Honor and glory to you, Argonas.”

“And Light’s blessings upon you and yours, Grakkar.”

Grakkar nodded one final time, before turning to depart. He paused, calling back as he approached the portal.

“--And good luck with all that!”

His chuckle echoed across the Sanctuary, before fading away with his physical form back to Oribos.

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[[ @sinafay1 / @sinafay-the-defiant / @argonas / @grakkar-gorefang ]]

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It was such an amazing experience to watch this one progress! Grakkar’s for sure one of my favourite characters, and I love how this portrait turned out! Thanks so much to my amazing bff @kidcatgemini / @kidcatgeminiart! ^^

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Completed commission of @thefugitivemango ‘s Mag'har Orc, Grakkar Gorefang ( @grakkar-gorefang )! Thank you SO much for all of you patience as I worked on this piece. 2021 was a rough year, to say the least. Be sure to follow Grakkar’s adventures here!

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Hello On the Other Side

(( Co-written with @grakkar-gorefang / @thefugitivemango / @argonas . @avehi-the-adamant​ , @brent-sunborn​ and @sinafay-the-defiant for character mention.))

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The fighting was done. Grakkar slowly felt the fatigue set in as his adrenaline began to die off. It had been a long day; at least, in his perspective. Time seemed to work differently here in the Shadowlands, with people who had been dead for only a few years saying they’d been here much, much longer. It made him wonder how much time had actually passed on Azeroth… if it were shorter than it felt, hopefully it meant his beloved mate and daughter wouldn’t miss him as much as he missed them. Which, by now, was a tremendous amount.

He shook his head, securing his axe down in the desiccated dust that comprised most of Maldraxxus’ ground. Blood and bile that caked it had turned a sickening shade of greyish blue. Something he’d have to wash off once he got back to Bastion. That couldn’t come soon enough. He’d grown tired of this place.

His Soulbind, Argonas, had joined Avehi and the rest of the Necrolord leaders inside the Seat of the Primus, a large statue of what many Maldraxxi revered as the greatest military mind the Shadowlands had ever known. Argonas was eager to meet and speak with Avehi the Adamant, a mutual friend and recent ally of the Necrolords. They had much to discuss following the fall of the House of Constructs. But Grakkar wasn’t much of a talker, and opted to wait outside. He sat down on a bench– or large femur?– and sighed. Lips curling to a small smile in the aftermath of a good and glorious battle!

Kai’eka watched him from her position not too far away, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. After all the trouble Grakkar had gone through to be with his stupid mate, what was he doing in the Shadowlands? Had they split up again? She felt a familiar stir of emotions as the possibility of him being single again was entertained. Not for long, however. She shook her head, remembering how disgustingly vulnerable he’d made her last time. She wasn’t interested in that sort of pointless, fleeting thing…

She picked up a small rock and tossed it at the Orc’s head, minding her undead strength. 

“Hey, Dumbass! What’s got you hanging out with dead people?”

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Face fucking or Anal sex? (For Grakkar)

--Aww, does he have to choose just one? Grakkar likes it all, frankly. But with a willing and capable partner, he’d likely choose face fucking.

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Nearer to Death

((Story co-written with @grakkar-gorefang / @thefugitivemango . @argonas​ and @avehi-the-adamant for character mention))

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So small, so precious… 

Grakkar was always in amazement when he held little Neelah in his arms. She’d grown quite a bit, but the orc could still hold her (mostly) in one hand. He cradled the sleeping little one close, palming the back of her head while her body rested along his forearm. She slept so peacefully… blissfully unaware of anything that had happened these past few weeks. –Well… not entirely. She got fussy around Sinafay, seeming to sense her tension. That didn’t make things any easier, Grakkar knew. A part of him was sure that it was his mate’s need for help that helped him heal as fast as he did… which still took time, of course. He’d died, after all. And he wasn’t the young, sturdy orc he was on Draenor…

Still, now that he could, he helped as much as he was able. Tending to Neelah wasn’t much of a chore for him anyway, but a reprieve from the constant attention she demanded was a boon to Sinafay. Grakkar didn’t mind. She was a gift, in every sense of the word. He never thought he’d have a child of his own; less so with a Draenei! He thought he was infertile, and knew Draenei pregnancies were a rarity. And yet here she was, a beautiful mix of her mother and him– fortunately, a bit more of her mother– sleeping soundly in his arms. Even coming back from the dead was only the third-luckiest event in his life. The second, meeting Sinafay. The first, Neelah. 

“… Grakkar…”

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F,V and X

[F] Favorite Position

Grakkar is a fan of missionary if he’s on top, just because it feels more like a wrestle! There’s more freedom for touching and kissing, as well as a wonderful sight!

[V] Volume (how loud, what do they sound like, what sounds they make)

Grakkar pays no mind to the volume when he’s in the moment. He’ll be as loud as he wishes! Roaring with pleasure, or grunting during a buildup. He can even be a little chatty during, by way of dirty talk and conveying his excitement. 

[X] X - ray (what do they have going on under their clothes)

Most notably would be his tribal tattoos, a weathered but chiseled body, firm abs, tight cheeks, and a rather average sized package. He keeps neatly shaved down there too!

Thanks for the ask @syrielle!

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“Eat your heart out, Dumbass” ~ Kai

Send in sexy pictures to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts.

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💋 Kai/Grakkar

Send 💋 to see if my muse would kiss yours… and where.

Grakkar wouldn’t mind kissing Kai’eka again. The undeath factor would give him pause, for sure. But he’s enjoyed their intimacies enough in the past to give it a shot! As for where? Just about anywhere’s good for him!

Thanks for the prompt @syrielle!

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29. What are your favorite moments that happen between them? (Grakkar/Sina)

So far, there are two moments that rank among my favourites! 

The first happened in the story where Grakkar and Aelissah freed Sinafay from Draenor. It was so fun to be able to showcase his commitment to finding and saving her after she nearly gave her life to save his people! It really cemented their relationship for me; that he loved and cared so much for her that he’d willingly go back to what was very much the darkest, most dangerous place for a Mag’har Orc to go! And Sinafay sacrificing herself for him and his people showed that she was in the business of justice and equality for the long haul! She cast aside every comfort and privilege her people would afford her if she only denounced the Orcs and joined the Lightbound in bringing the savages to heel! Nothing could keep them apart! Nothing could dampen their love for one another!

The second moment was in that same vein. When Sinafay was pregnant, Grakkar thought the child wasn’t his, and felt it would be better if she was with the father instead of him. But that ate away at him, inside! It forced him to reconcile what he believed was the right, honorable choice against his burning love for her! It was a huge mistake, he came to realize. And Sinafay would’ve been well within her rights to write him off for abandoning her like that! But she loved him too, and took him back despite all that. Yet another trial that their love proved strong enough to overcome!

Thanks for the ask, @kidcatgemini! @sinafay-the-defiant / @aelissah for mentions!

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For Grakkar and Sina - 5, 12, 27

5. How do they comfort each other when they are sad?

Well... sex, mostly. Both Grakkar and Sinafay are pretty amorous in that respect. They enjoy the satisfaction that comes with physical intimacy. But aside from that, they talk through whatever upsets them. Simply being a shoulder for the other to cry on is huge! In all actuality, it’s how their romance began in the first place!

12. Do they have similar goals? If they clash, how do they deal?

Yes and no. They’ve always been united about the goal of helping the Orcs on alternate Draenor escape the tyranny of the Lightbound Draenei. And when that failed, they set their goal on finding a place of peace where they could be together on Azeroth. That’s been problematic, considering the divide between not just their respective peoples, but respective factions. They’ve had differing opinions of places to settle down. But when these and other differing goals and ideas clash, they work together to figure out a good way forward. For them, they HAVE to. There’s no real alternative they’d be willing to consider.

27. What makes you excited about their relationship?

I love the “Romeo & Juliet” dynamic. Two lovers on opposite sides of a heated divide! When I first rolled up Grakkar, well before he and Sinafay were an item, I had that as an element to his backstory. His first love, Neelah, was of a different Clan. And the two of them met on the battlefield once or twice from opposing sides during the Iron Horde Invasion. The predisposition for Grakkar to fall for an “enemy” led to the idea of having him and Sinafay find love amidst the chaos on Alternate Draenor. It’s made for an exciting and tumultuous love story! The complications and nuances make it exciting to write about and play out!

Thanks for the asks, @prancingmad! @sinafay-the-defiant for mention!

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The Orc already started barreling over in his seat, hand clenching his stomach. He groaned as an initial response, closing his eyes as he exhaled slowly.

“--N-No, it’s... it’s fine. I’m good. Just... so full from such a good meal that I--hrrp!” he brought a hand to cover his mouth, and clearly swallowed back down something that tried coming back up! “... Ooh... I just need to lie down to, er... uh... sleep off this amazing meal.”

Grakkar pushed back from the chair, and stumbled the short distance to a small couch in the adjacent room. His groans were only drowned out by the churning and bubbling of his stomach. His face paled, eyes clenched shut as he continued to grip his abdomen.

“Unrelated, erm... mind finding me a bucket or something?”

🍲 Sina tries to cook for Grakkar. Good luck, buddy.

“--Oh... it’s...” 

Grakkar swallowed hard as he looked at the ‘meal’ set down before him. It certainly was colorful! Too bad none of the colors were all too appealing... he forced a big smile as he looked to Sinafay, before taking his spoon and digging it into... whatever this was supposed to be.

“Mm.... Mrrmph...”

His face contorted-- he couldn’t help it! These tastes were so jarring, the texture so unsettling! But he swallowed it down, and went for another bite. And another, not even chewing anymore! The less time each bite spent in his mouth, the better! Within just a few moments, he cleaned his plate!

“G-Good... so good, my lov-hrrph--my love...” he stifled a nauseated burp. “Th-thanks...”

Thanks for the prompt @syrielle! @sinafay-the-defiant for mention!

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🍲 Sina tries to cook for Grakkar. Good luck, buddy.

“--Oh... it’s...” 

Grakkar swallowed hard as he looked at the ‘meal’ set down before him. It certainly was colorful! Too bad none of the colors were all too appealing... he forced a big smile as he looked to Sinafay, before taking his spoon and digging it into... whatever this was supposed to be.

“Mm.... Mrrmph...”

His face contorted-- he couldn’t help it! These tastes were so jarring, the texture so unsettling! But he swallowed it down, and went for another bite. And another, not even chewing anymore! The less time each bite spent in his mouth, the better! Within just a few moments, he cleaned his plate!

“G-Good... so good, my lov-hrrph--my love...” he stifled a nauseated burp. “Th-thanks...”

Thanks for the prompt @syrielle! @sinafay-the-defiant for mention!

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⌛️⌛️ each for Grakkar and Gattius

Grakkar:

What most people know is that Grakkar is a Warsong orc, native to Nagrand. What’s less known is that his old mate Neelah was a Frostwolf Orc! He holds a deep reverence for the Frostwolf clan due to this, and became quite torn during the Iron Horde days. He and Neelah were separated for a long time during the events of that war, until they finally met again for the first time since... on opposite sides of the battlefield! Seeing her on the enemy line caused him to abandon the Iron Horde in that moment. And such betrayal would’ve been punished... if it came to light before the Iron Horde was dismantled!

One of Grakkar’s first assignments upon arriving on Azeroth was to find a lost caravan running supplies up from the Crossroads into Ashenvale. He found the caravan had been assaulted by Kaldorei forces! He managed to fight off the remaining assailants, but the wagons and supplies were all, for the most part, destroyed. However, he rescued a kodo still tethered to one of the damaged wagons! The poor thing was terrified. Grakkar managed to calm the beast down, and set it free. And while he’s not the stealthiest nor smartest hunting companion, Kronk the Kodo has been at Grakkar’s side ever since!

Gattius:

His clinic in Eversong was not Gattius’ first medical practice. Before he became a Blood Knight, he was a wandering doctor specializing in house calls for the elderly and children-- though he treated anyone in need. Before that, he worked in Doctor Tannis Starfrost’s clinic for many years, paying back his honored mentor for taking him under his wing. His clinic now is the revival of that first job as a doctor he had, right down to the name! After marrying Tannis’ daughter, Syrielle, Gattius took on the family name and began practicing as the second generation “Doctor Starfrost”. It’s left him somewhat conflicted, however; he’s not sure he’ll ever live up to the name!

As a Blood Knight, Gattius rose through the ranks quickly due to his combat medic experience. However, in the latter years of his tenure with the Order, he struggled to attain the rank of Champion. At that stage, he felt the promotion system was far too political-- less about what you were capable of, and more about who you knew. In a somewhat self-defeatist mentality, he put off ever attempting to arrange his Champion Trial for many years... until he started serving under Knight-Lord Ina’thia Dawnblade. And while she stated she believed he was ready, their falling out led to him falling away from the Order almost entirely, and the Trial was never arranged. He still retains his rank of Knight Master, but now serves only in a Reservist capacity.

Thanks for the ask, @kidcatgemini! @syrielle and @inathia for mentions!

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⏳ each for Bey'ron, Avehi, and Grakkar!

Bey’ron: “Perhaps it was unwise of me to venture through the portal to Alternate Draenor. I’m no combatant; not in any true martial sense. But having gained a taste for the front-line again following my humble and productive service to the Sunreaver’s campaign on the Isle of Thunder, I wished to do what I could in a contested warzone once more. All the same, I learned my lesson; the battle field is best suited to more robust... and more expendable... individuals.”

Avehi: “My mother not only forged impeccable armor and weapons, but she was a practiced seamstress. She made a fancy dress for me once for a party I was going to in Elodor. I love that dress. I wore it to that party, and every opportunity to dress up nice since. Until she passed. I... locked it away, after that. I worry if I rip it, or otherwise damage it, she’s not around to fix it. And then I’ll lose one of the only keepsakes of her I still have. I’m surely not the crystalsmith she was... and I’m nowhere near the seamstress she was, either.”

Grakkar: “Neela... my first mate... always wanted children. We spoke often of it when we were young, our relationship still new. But after we tried, and I learned I couldn’t provide that for her, she wasn’t upset. She wasn’t disappointed. If she was, she never let it show. Instead, she would jokingly tell me that taking care of me was a handful enough without children! Still, despite her making light of it... I know what a disappointment it must’ve been to learn she’d never be a mother. I hope her spirit forgives me.”

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60: If you were the other sex for a day, what are five things you would do? 77. Which wet dream was your favorite? 26: Something that will never fail to get you horny? (For Grakkar)

“Hah! Isn’t it obvious? I’d fondle my breasts for hours!” *he laughs, boisterously* “Maybe days! That’s my answer for all five things!”

“Hm... honestly, there are so many, but they all went pretty much the same way. Before escaping Draenor, I’d have dreams about being with my beloved Sinafay. They kept me warm during the chilly nights apart in Beastwatch. I’d wake up feeling a little closer to her, even though we were far apart. Those were my favorites, by far!”

“There’s one thing that never fails, and it’s Sinafay’s ass. It just doesn’t quit!” *he chuckles*

(( @sinafay-the-defiant for mention))

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The Child

The Vindicator tugged the reins of his elekk as he came upon the infirmary. He’d received word hours ago, but returning from Stormwind took longer than expected. He hoped he hadn’t missed it… the birth of his child! Argonas could barely contain his excitement!

Few good things had come from his relationship with Vindicator Sinafay - his old apprentice - since returning from Argus. Confusion and pain, mostly, as his affections were invested far too deeply into her. He’d failed to remember the lesson learned all those years ago, when he’d left her in pursuit of his now departed Beloved. Grief and loss had clouded his mind, and elevated his hopes into what simply couldn’t be. And when she’d told him of her relationship with that Orc… the final nail in the coffin. Nothing but heartache remained from his short, passionate trysts with her. 

Heartache, and now of course, a baby!

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Harboring Shadows - Part 2

(( Follows Part 1, found here ))

“Tell me something only Alteris would know.”

The Cryromancer’s emerald gaze flickered over Alteris, expectantly. She didn’t recognize him - how could she? He’d changed rather drastically since he was a Blood Elf, bound to a body of Nepen’thea’s design. There were days he didn’t even recognize himself! If only Gattius were here… he could vouch for him! But he wasn’t sure how much longer the doctor would be. And time was running out…

“Oi, might be tough, lass. I know a lot other folks dunnae.” he smirked cheekily, stalling for time to think. “But… aye, gimme a second. Head’s a wee bit fuzzy, thanks t’ yer brutish friend, there.”

Alteris looked Grakkar over. Where had he heard that name…? No matter. He had to focus. The ren’dorei struggled to think of something that would prove who he was. To Gattius, it’d be simple. But to Syrielle? He had no idea what she did and didn’t know about him. Or about Gattius… But it wasn’t the time to be cautious with information. She may have thawed him out, but she’d proven decently enough that she didn’t mean to keep him alive if he wasn’t who he said he was. Especially if she thought he were Sunborn. He wouldn’t blame her, either. Sunborn was a dick. But walking all the way back into Quel’Thalas again sounded tedious… he had to give her something.

“Alright, well… I know Gatto’s favorite drink’s whiskey. An’ he smokes, thanks t’ me. Got ‘im hooked back durin’ the Outland Crusade.” he stated, almost proudly. “An’ he’s got a tattoo on ‘is shoulder. Phoenix-lookin’ bird. Had it fer years.”

These were all things that came off the top of his head. He hoped they’d be enough proof…

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