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Send me "flashback" for a glimpse into my muses past

Could be writing or a drawing

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TRUTH OR DARE

send my muse one question AND one dare. my muse will have to choose whether to tell the truth or accept the challenge!

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;; Please specify the muse! 🌸

Send 😴 for your muse to pretend to fall asleep as mine is talking

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For many, winter is a time of peace; a season full of family bonds and giving.

Others may find their ways to disagree, while for Dylos its simply a pain in the ass. Having to constantly use his knowledge of fire magic to unfreeze the ale in the basement, or relight the fireplace to keep the tenants warm- it was simply not a time to enjoy for the bartender.

While it gave him an excuse to close earlier, or open later, he simply did not enjoy the loud booming fireworks to celebrate the merry season. With no family to celebrate with, one could simply hope that the snow melted faster or the days were cut short. All he could do was hope.

But with this thought in mind, he loved having his friends return to see him after being away on missions for months at a time- it was what kept him going through his daily routines. He couldn't help but enjoy the taste of Dalaran Noir when shared with an old bud, on a late night when all is quiet.

Dylos may hate the season, but he loved the results.

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hey just a headsup and fair warning, was running around smc earlier and it looks like House Rosedawn is back

would recommend avoiding these folks – they’re literal nazis

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Mar takes Nepths hand, bows and respectfully breaths a 👄 on Nepths knuckles, before she leans her forehead against her knuckles as if she was a knight greeting a Noble.

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As if fire had been lit on the palest snows, Nepth started to glow like a blazing flame. She would curtsey in response as no words found their way past her lips.

Flustered, as one would describe. "Why thank you, Mar." Smiling, Nepth would simply do her best to brush the act off as nothing but a mere modern gesture and carry on whatever it was she was doing.

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;; Sinday is almost over but oh well! 🌸

It’s Sinday! Send dirty anons for my muses to answer to!

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Tavern

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;; specify the muse! 🌸

Sinday deserves a smooch! Send 👄 to kiss my muse

romantically or platonically on the cheek

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;; Please specify the muse! 🌸

Send 🌺 to hear what my muse likes about yours

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Go on anon and flirt with my muse.

Cheesy pick-up lines, raunchy jokes, sincere compliments, anything goes!

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❀  @halforc-mercenary  ❀   That would dull the Elf's expression, water bubbly up in the corner of her eyes before she promptly knocked them away in a moment to hide what she deemed a flaw. As she rose to her feet, the only thought crumbling in her mind at the moment felt inferior- lesser than the story she had just been informed of. She would hold the remainder of the bread slice in her mouth, nibbling on it slowly. Nepth would then proceed to dig through piles of relics throw into the back of the wagon like they were nothing. From it, she would pull a small statue forged from a metal so crimson it almost looked like blood was it’s material. It appeared to represent that of a mere steed, but it’s mane was long and elegant with lesser mammals living inside of it. “We indeed have arrived to scavenge, my new friend. But more for the idea of adventure than anything else, we take gigs here and there if they’re in our timezone; but other than that we just wander where ever our stomachs take us.” With a dulled laugh, Nepth would approach Mar once again and out hold the figure. “I want you to keep this, it’s not useful like the reins or the bread. But, it was one of my favorite finds so far during my trip around Azeroth. I feel it may resonate more with you than I, however.”

At evening, when already the night started to pour over the area like a dark liquid, Nepth is visited by a Burro. The Jenny probably had ranaway from someones camp, considering the still around a branch wrapped reins she dragged behind her on the ground. The Burro sniffed on Nepths baggage and looks around like a curious visitor, before trotting to Nepth , either aiming for the inside of the Trolls beltbags or for a few strokes of her long, fluffy ears. She was not picky. @halforc-mercenary

Nepth’s ears would twinge, watching the beast with noble admiration. Curiosity peaked within the Blood-elf, her eyes carefully following every movement the beast took. She cautiously lid her carving dagger down at her side, along with it she placed down the miniature Thunderbluff inspired pocket sized totem. With a hint of curiosity, the elf raised a palm to show she was no threat- unarmed.

With this, Nepth would lift her legs in order to reach a small woven satchel nudged into the cranny under her legs. Some may have described her heart to be as cold as the fields in Northrend, or maybe the wicked wisps of the Twisting Nether. But no matter that, she would never reject helping out an animal in such a predicament. From within the woven linen, came a crimson apple as ripe as it could be. “I was saving this for when we arrived in Lordaeron, but I feel you may enjoy it more than I ever could.” With the fruit in the palm of her small hands, she would proceed to stroke gentle circles into the beats ears- scratching gentle patterns into the flat of her nose.

With the new noise now filling the small scouting camp, Nepth’s companion would rise from the slumber once swallowing her into a trivial wandering abyss. The shadows in her eyes would slowly lift the more she awoke, thoughtfully taking in her surroundings and noticing the runaway creature now infiltrating her home away from home. The Troll would rise to her feet before taking a few strides over to the Burro, reaching out a hand to tug on the reins it had brought with it. “These could get hooked on something very dangerous, but because you be ‘da cutest thing I’ve seen in ages. I’ll help you get out of ‘dem.” With a dull knife, Sumi would proceed to slice away at the one used to enslave the beast for whatever reason the user thought suite. With the Burro now freed to roam without the feeling of painful reins traveling behind it, Watatsumi would return to her spot on a linen mat placed beside the dimming campfire in the center of their temporary lodge. “You deserve to be runnin’ around the fields with the others in your species. I am so sorry you hav’ta deal with ones who deem us superior enslavin’ you.”

As the moon would settle behind a gentle field of rolling hills set in the horizon, trees a-plenty riding atop it’s curving mass would allow it to become exceedingly dark at a quicker pace. But, with the soft flames still humming in their midst; all felt at peace for once in a blue moon for the mentally exhausted explorers..

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❀  @halforc-mercenary  ❀ A mellow smile would rise and a low but humble chuckle slipped past her lips, she would return to the spot on the log she had been resting on before the encounter. Shaking off the pauldrons secured around her shoulders- their shapes decorated in sculpted herbs with a skull placed firmly in the center to finish off the mantles look. For the most part, Nepth wore gear that appeared threatening in the effort to still appear scary to enemies much bigger than her. But, this wasn't always the case.

Nepth would eat the bread attentively, ensuring not a single crumb was wasted. “You must be wondering what a Elf and a Troll are doing so far out from any towns,” she would laugh in a hushed tone to herself; refraining from making any jokes. With another bite of the bread she would twist off a linen knot securing it closed, raising it to her chapped lips and taking a quick swig to fix how parched she felt. “I’m willing to answer any questions to may have if you answer just one of my inquiries.” In a swift manner she would wipe her lips dry and point to Come-Here. “How’d you get the name for your steed? It’s absolutely adorable.”

At evening, when already the night started to pour over the area like a dark liquid, Nepth is visited by a Burro. The Jenny probably had ranaway from someones camp, considering the still around a branch wrapped reins she dragged behind her on the ground. The Burro sniffed on Nepths baggage and looks around like a curious visitor, before trotting to Nepth , either aiming for the inside of the Trolls beltbags or for a few strokes of her long, fluffy ears. She was not picky. @halforc-mercenary

Nepth’s ears would twinge, watching the beast with noble admiration. Curiosity peaked within the Blood-elf, her eyes carefully following every movement the beast took. She cautiously lid her carving dagger down at her side, along with it she placed down the miniature Thunderbluff inspired pocket sized totem. With a hint of curiosity, the elf raised a palm to show she was no threat- unarmed.

With this, Nepth would lift her legs in order to reach a small woven satchel nudged into the cranny under her legs. Some may have described her heart to be as cold as the fields in Northrend, or maybe the wicked wisps of the Twisting Nether. But no matter that, she would never reject helping out an animal in such a predicament. From within the woven linen, came a crimson apple as ripe as it could be. “I was saving this for when we arrived in Lordaeron, but I feel you may enjoy it more than I ever could.” With the fruit in the palm of her small hands, she would proceed to stroke gentle circles into the beats ears- scratching gentle patterns into the flat of her nose.

With the new noise now filling the small scouting camp, Nepth’s companion would rise from the slumber once swallowing her into a trivial wandering abyss. The shadows in her eyes would slowly lift the more she awoke, thoughtfully taking in her surroundings and noticing the runaway creature now infiltrating her home away from home. The Troll would rise to her feet before taking a few strides over to the Burro, reaching out a hand to tug on the reins it had brought with it. “These could get hooked on something very dangerous, but because you be ‘da cutest thing I’ve seen in ages. I’ll help you get out of ‘dem.” With a dull knife, Sumi would proceed to slice away at the one used to enslave the beast for whatever reason the user thought suite. With the Burro now freed to roam without the feeling of painful reins traveling behind it, Watatsumi would return to her spot on a linen mat placed beside the dimming campfire in the center of their temporary lodge. “You deserve to be runnin’ around the fields with the others in your species. I am so sorry you hav’ta deal with ones who deem us superior enslavin’ you.”

As the moon would settle behind a gentle field of rolling hills set in the horizon, trees a-plenty riding atop it’s curving mass would allow it to become exceedingly dark at a quicker pace. But, with the soft flames still humming in their midst; all felt at peace for once in a blue moon for the mentally exhausted explorers..

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It feels like we’re oceans apart 🌊

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