#Hippogryph plush

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Robina Astra Dhoo the Robin Griffin by Cat’s Chimerical Creations

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New squishmallow!

[hasishtardoneanythingwrong]

Dragon Witch on the Unholy Night

Valentine's season was always a bit hectic in Chaldea. There were enough Servants running around (and time had been undone for long enough) that it usually lasted for at least a full week. And as could be expected, the ways that Servants showed their affection was something Val had all but stopped trying to predict. She could expect chocolate at some point. There was no guarantee if it wouldn't be inedible, drugged, or a literal dumbbell, but it was at least something she could expect to see. Everything else was anybody's guess, though. A giant plush hippogryph. A fursuit. An eternal tropical vacation (that the Count had thankfully saw fit to bring an end to). A fucking gun. At their worst, they strained the definition of what could be reasonably considered a Valentine's gift.

By that standard, The Coffee Incident had been downright reasonable. Alter had still been adjusting to... everything, and hadn't quite gotten a hang on things like "earnest emotional expression" and "being able to have feelings outside of hatred". Still, Val had appreciated the gesture (even if it had firmly cemented her distaste for the drink. Ten cups, ugh.)

For Alter, though, that moment was like a lead weight. Even though she had grown closer to her Master, she found Valentine's to be a source of shame, frustration, and anger. It had started with a handful of singed Servants, but quickly settled to Alter shutting herself away for the season, like she was hibernating until everything died down before reappearing. It wasn't ideal, but Val could understand needing some space.

This meant it was a little concerning when Alter showed up two days into the festivities, dragging Val off to the Master's room.

"Everything okay?"

Alter just stared at Val, like she was trying to work herself up to say something. Then, faster than Val could react, a hand shot out and grabbed her by the neck. Heat flared, just shy of being uncomfortable, and then was gone, leaving a patch of tender skin. Alter nodded, evidently satisfied.

"...Okay, what was that?"

Alter huffed.

"Wanted to do something special, show you that you're stuck with me. Chocolate's just gonna get eaten, and stuff's gonna get lost, so I figured I'd give you something that would stick with you. Something that'll last. Lucky me, that blue asshole owed me one, and runes are bullshit that can do whatever the hell you want them to, so I didn't need to learn how to use one of those needle gun things."

"...Did you just give me a neck tattoo?"

Alter nodded, a satisfied look on her face.

Val did her best to suppress a sigh. It wasn't that she didn't like the idea of getting a tattoo. Val kinda wanted one, but between not knowing what she would get and the whole incineration of humanity business, it had just never come up. She was a sucker for Alter's designs, so she was sure it looked fine, but she really wished she had been consulted first. Really, she just wished that it went somewhere else. Maybe on her wrist, so she could look at it when she wanted to. But what was done was done, so she resolved to appreciate it for what it was. Turning around to face a mirror, Val tilted her neck to get a better look.

Blink.

"...Uh, Alter?"

"Yeah?"

"There's nothing there."

"...What?"

Val turned back around, pointing at the empty patch of skin where Alter had grabbed her.

"...Okay, what the fuck! 'Should be simple enough' my ASS! Next time I see that guy I'm gonna grab his staff and shove it so far up his ass he'll be coughing out splinters for a month!"

Val could smell the smoke already. Not great. She looped an arm around Alter in a loose one armed hug, in the hopes of keeping fires to a minimum while they got this fixed.

"It's okay, we can just get a new one done together, right? How about you show me how you wanted it to look, we'll find someplace to get it done, annnnnnd..."

Val trailed off, the thought dying on her lips. She stared, as black ink streamed across the skin of her arm, tongues of stylized flame spiraling up to her wrist. She pulled away to get a better look, watching as a pool of black flickered on her palm, like it was one of Alter's fireballs. It almost seemed to have a pulse of its own, synced up with Alter's breathing.

"Alter? You gave me a living tattoo. Holy shit this is awesome."

Alter's eyes were glued to Val's arm, watching the ink before swirling into a gently flickering ring around Val's wrist.

"Of course, now you really need to show me what you designed. I have to see what ideas you came up with. Come on!"

Val took Alter by the hand. Flames jumping between their intertwined fingers, she dragged the red-faced Servant out of her room.

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A/N: Oh hey there, been a while. Guess what's looks at wrist 4 months late. In case it wasn't clear, blue guy is CasCu. Anyway, this too is Yuri.

[comfymenagerie]

Merry Gryphmas from my Gryphs and Hippogryphs!

Harry Potter Buckbeak Collector Plush (Left) Summer King Chronicles Limited Edition Kjorn by .Doll (Back) Squishables Limited Edition Gryphon (Front) Squishables Limited Edition Hippogryph (Right)

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Which of your OCs would be best for petting?

I thought about this, damn you.

Filed under: cute kids, pat their heads

Aeon: will love it, as long as they like you. May be a stinker about it but secretly enjoy it, or openly enjoy it. In any case, WILL be uncomfortably damp. That's just a perk.

Ilvi: it's like a hippogryph you have to wait for them to acknowledge you first or it's certain death

Tema: far too mature and serious to be patted on the HEAD like a CHILD what do you MEAN (loves it if you're on good terms with her)

Eva: there is no good answer man either she'll think you're patronizing her or you are giving her a tenderness and it will break her emotionally for a bit

Taylor: tbh unless they're glamoured you are just gonna be patting a skull but pat it. they deserve to be treated like a cute kid. Oh god please be nice to them.

Beau: as long as you're on good terms with his mom, PLEASE pet this toddler, he feels like a dandelion puff but softer.

Filed under: animalfolk

Most of the cast of Heartfelt: not very pettable. feel sort of like lizards with hard plates that would also find petting weird.

Zenza: used to it. will find it nice if you're on good terms with her, but will scan it as either social grooming or like, her doing you a favor (this isn't about is pet feel good this is about does other person feel happy touching soft stuff). Has roughish guard hairs with softer regions on like, belly, armpits, back of the ears, throat right under the snout.

Kitty-Kitty, Nan's direcat mount which I haven't drawn yet: thick-ass winter coat with almost heavenly plush layer underneath the guard hairs. Non sapient but in the uncanny animal intelligence range and well-socialized so absolutely you can pet this cat. Petting this cat is a very good thing. Just don't yank her hair please Beau does it enough

Diana's hellsteed form: optional. not recommended. not because she'll set you on fire or anything but just cause it'll be really awkward. Would feel like petting an uncomfortably warm bald horse with some rough skin, for the most part.

Andromeda's dragon form: only if you're into it, darling~ (would feel sort of like petting a snake, with smooth rather than rough scales)

Syther’s wolf form: has been sleeping outside. last time they bathed was ??? would just sort of vaguely make noises about it and lean against you if pet though. spoil them a little.

[horsebeast]

i still have fluffy black fur leftover from making my hippogryph head what if i just said fuck it and got some brown and green fabrics too and sewed myself a phosbat plush

[lysonde]

TRP Flag: Lysonde Riverblade - Lady; Aerialist; Dancer; Knife-thrower’s Girl

Directory Information: Race: Sin’dorei Class: Performer Age: Adult Eye Color: Mint green Height: 5′9″ Body Shape: 147 lbs. (Athletic) Birthplace: Dawnstar Village Residence: Silvermoon City

Additional Information: Pronunciation: “Lihs-ahnd” House: Riverblade (née Stormfall) Nickname: Lys Piercings: Two gold studs per earlobe. Left ear tragus with ruby stud. Tattoos: Elaborate art nouveau blackwork on right thigh from hip to knee. Scars: Slash on upper left arm. Affiliations: Dalaran infirmary, Armies of Legionfall Vitality: Healthy and happy! Languages: Thalassian, Common, Orcish

Personality Traits: Lawful (4) < Chaotic (16) Altruistic (17) > Selfish (3) Gentle (18) > Brutal (2) Cautious (5) < Impulsive (15) Swords (8) < Spells (12) Extroverted (16) > Introverted (4)

Physical Description: Stout of form with skin the color of rich clay, Lysonde faces the world with the polite smile of a woman who will not take your shit or anyone else's. Freckles decorate her skin, concentrated on her cheeks and shoulders and collar bones. Heavy mahogany-tinted curls tumble to the middle of her back. She walks with an acrobat's grace and bared limbs reveal lean muscles. An elaborate tattoo of architecture-inspired curves and diamond-tipped spires marks the outside of her right thigh from hip to knee in soft black ink.

Despite her no-nonsense demeanor, she's often caught smiling or laughing, and dresses in the wild colors and patchwork mix of fabric common to flower children and carnival followers. She sports a substantial iridescent topaz ring on her left hand, stacked atop a diamond-set wedding band.

History: - She's a known performer for the Succulent Tart troupe and spotted more and more often at charity events.

- Elves in Lordaeron at the time of the fall of the city may have seen her before.

- Frequenters of traveling shows and carnivals might have spotted her performing aerial rope acrobatics and dances, as well as acting as a knife thrower's assistant in her younger years.

Those actually involved in the carnival circuit have probably heard rumors of her as a tramp who sleeps with patrons and steals their money, an unreliable dreamer who skips performances whenever she feels like it, or a cold-hearted maneater with a taste for rich men.

At First Glance:

Smells like... A light perfume of amber, vanilla, and tiger lily.

Dark-skinned elf. Contrary to available skin-tone choices in the game, this character has tawny brown skin. She also has a substantial scattering of freckles.

Shiny! Sporting a topaz ring on her left hand, stacked atop a diamond wedding band.

* Fancy! Wearing a lovely gold and pale yellow gown with fiery orange beading decoration.

Other Information (OOC): I like big words and I cannot lie. http://lysonde.tumblr.com

Inventory:

Ruby Stud Earring Jewelry          Earrings “A single, small ruby stud earring.”

Shell Necklace Jewelry          Necklace “A spiral shell wrapped in wire and capped with three raw crystals. A hinged top hides a miniature black panther figurine inside the hollow of the shell.”

Rosewood Bead Necklace Jewelry          Necklace “A multi-stranded necklace of hand-polished rosewood beads which produce a lovely rose scent when warmed against the skin.”

Med-kit Container “A hard-sided case containing all the necessary items for non-magical triage healing: bandages of various types, needle and thread, antiseptics, painkillers, antidotes, gloves, burn cream, tweezers, and a myriad of herbal salves and potions.”      Cough Drops      Consumable          Medicine      “A small linen sack of throat-soothing candies.”      -----      A Medicinal Guide to Herbs      Document          Book      Use: Read the book.      -----      Arcane Antibiotic Ointment      Consumable          Medicine      “The sterilizing properties of arcane magic are harnessed in this cream to prevent and treat minor, common infections. Use: apply liberally to breaks in the skin to prevent infection. Not for oral use. DISCLAIMER: Arcane resistance is increasing globally in microbial populations. Contact a healer if infection develops.”      -----      Medicinal Sutures      Consumable          Medicine      “Suturing material pre-soaked in a palliative concoction of herbs. Designed to promote healing, reduce scarring, and prevent minor infections to superficial wounds that require suturing.”      -----      Herbs and Their Uses      Document          Book      “by Gavin A. Dobinson”

Libram of the Light Trinket “A simple prayer book and paladin’s libram, bound in leather and strips of silver.”

Iridescent Topaz Ring Jewelry          Ring “A white gold and iridescent topaz ring in shades of cool twilight, framed by two triangular white diamonds.”

Diamond Wedding Band Jewelry          Ring “A white gold band channel set with sparkling white diamonds.”

Simple Dagger Weapon          Dagger “A small, simple dagger of good steel and minimalist design, meant as a back-up or last resort weapon.”

Citrine Crescent Stone Trinket “A yellow orange stone associated with midsummer, bringing warmth and happiness.”

Silversage Smudge Sticks and Liferoot Water Trinket “A handsome leather pouch filled with two smudge sticks of dried silversage, bound with thread. One bound with red thread, one bound with white. Used for blessing home and cleansing energies. Also included is a vial of liferoot water, with a small living root inside it. The root can be used to safely purify any water put inside it in minutes, and sprinkled around the home to bless it.”

Pocket Mirror Cosmetic “Check your style with style.”

Highborne Starwood Dice Trinket “A game enjoyed by sailors and in seaport taverns. Carved dice in the shape of stars, thrown to reveal shimmering arcane dots. The person who rolls higher will find a small drink of their liking in the hand. This seems to be attuned to personal preference. They sometimes backfire, however, and have been known to produce shots of things like pickle juice, hot sauce, and mud on occasion.”

Welcome Sign Decor “A hand-made stained glass welcome sign with the word for ‘welcome’ in the Travelers’ tongue. In shades of green and gold and white, it reads ‘Fáilte’.”

Oversized Hand-knit Blanket Decor “An oversized hand-knitted blanket.”

Jewelry Box Container “A fine jewelry box such as one might find on a dresser in a modest estate.”      Gold Bangles      Jewelry          Bracelet      “Several inexpensive yet pretty gold bangles, some engraved to glitter and others painted with vivid colors.”      -----      Mint Green Zen Crystal      Jewelry          Necklace      “A clear, mint green crystal on a silver chain. Small mist flakes bounce in the crystal to calm the wearer.”      -----      Ocean Princess Crystal Crown      Jewelry          Head      “A wire and crystal crown in beautiful ocean blue.”

Wardrobe Furniture “A large wardrobe, like one might find on a modest estate.��      Beaded Slippers      Armor          Feet      “A pair of beaded slippers with a rope design around the ankles, a pair of daggers, and some flowers. Soft-soled and meant for house wear only, they’re lined inside with rabbit fur.”      -----      Silverpine Grey Wolf Cloak      Armor          Cloak      “Exquisite cloak crafted from ethically claimed hides of fallen wolves. Perfect for the snowy Northrend climate!”

A Jar of Cold Cream Consumable          Cosmetic “Removes makeup for natural skin.”

Wild Dusk Shampoo Consumable          Cosmetic “A subtle perfume using twilight jasmines in shampoo form.”

Light in Dark Perfume Consumable          Cosmetic “This perfume begins with notes of fig leaf, night-blooming jasmine, gardenia, and sage. Applied on the skin, these scents intermingle with blackcurrant, violet, plum, and black amberwood. Comes in a black bottle, the liquid inside shining out with a soft pearly glow. When applied, fireflies and moths will be drawn to you at night, as you will cascade a slight, shimmering glow under the light of the moon.”

Vial of Anointing: Oil of Mothers Consumable          Cosmetic “A base of jasmine oil. Made with banana blossoms, fruit stones, beeswax, and coconut milk. For motherhood or the expecting.”

Glass White Rose Trinket “A rose that helps bring good luck and clarity. Can help bring better chances at pregnancies, etc.”

Al’ar Plushie Uncommon Plush “The elemental god Al’ar, here to warm your hearth and your heart! Handmade with love and a little magic, this warm-to-the-touch plush glows with traditional Thalassian paisley, and stuffed with hawkstrider down for the softest hug you’ll ever experience! Brought to you by Dawnseeker Tenacious Tapestries!”

Faerie Dragon Plushie Common Plush “Cute little faeries that glow in the dark! This one is in spectral blue.”

Silver Covenant Hippogryph Plushie Rare Plush          Silver Covenant Fundraiser “Silver Covenant Hippogryphs are known to be fiercely loyal to their friends. What better addition to your plushie collection?” Use: Give your plushie a hug!

Phoenix Plushie Rare Plush          Commemorative “Released to commemorate the marriage of Aeriyth Dawnsorrow to Binor Dungalion.” Use: Give your plushie a hug!

Patchwork Lynx Plushie Rare Plush          Food and Blanket Drive “Made from donated and recycled cloth bits and buttons.” Use: Give your plushie a hug!

Bear Cub Plushie Common Plush “It growls when you hug it!”

The Three Virtues Document          Book “A brief volume on the Three Virtues of the Light.”

An Elder’s Wisdom Document          Book “A slim volume commonly shared around the Order of the Silver Hand, detailing wisdom shared by an old master speaking to young trainees.”

Compendium of the Light Document          Book “by Symmathan Brightarrow A book bound in brown leather and softly glowing Light-blessed gems.”

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Delwyn - A fancy white rat

Delwyn is a curious and friendly white rat. He's clearly well-cared for with glossy fur and a plump belly. Somebody spoils him.

[airanke]

10 for taz and mothan?

10. “staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in”

I cut the start of this one out because it’s a lot of unnecessary exposition. Hope you enjoy! 

@blueriveas-horde

Mothan sighed, letting his feet go where they pleased once he reformed. Dalaran had become an unfortunate familiarity to the assassin, and by now, Mothan knew the layout like the back of his hand.

The stables came into view soon enough, and when he stopped at the door, one of his feet tapped impatiently.

Tazari was busily tending to a yak in the far left corner, brushing out its fur. There was a pair of large scissors hanging from her finger, and as Mothan walked in, Tazari swung the shears up into her hand, and began trimming some of the fur over the yak’s eyes.

“‘Ello, spearmint,” Mothan chirped, hiding his exhaustion behind a broad grin. Tazari didn’t look at him, but her eyes were wide, nose scrunched, and cheeks dark with blush.

“I be busy, licorice!” she whined, glancing at him while brushing more of the yak’s fur, “don’ you be comin’ in here, bein’ all distractin’!!”

“Tazari I literally just be sayin’ hi,” he teased, chuckling when she jabbed him in the chest with her elbow, “careful dere~”

She pouted deeply, “go– go sit down!! Ovah dere, till I’m done!”

“Okay, okay~” Mothan walked over to the bench she had pointed out, smiling to himself. He sat, and settled for watching her go about her remaining tasks.

His mind replayed the moments of the day. Since early that morning, to little over thirty minutes ago. Mothan tried to focus on something else - anything else - but his thoughts were determined to twist and stretch every event, trying to decide if he could have done something better.

Truthfully, he could have. He was nothing like Trigon: not as intimidating, nowhere near as confrontational, and valued compromise over absolution. Trigon got results. If he wanted something changed, it would be changed, but Mothan didn’t have that sort of confidence.

That, and Azeroth’s issues - as Trigon had told him - weren’t Ether’s problems. They were here to route the Bane, nothing more, nothing less. Mothan sighed; Tazari moved on to a bat.

For a split second, he hyper focused on her. She was slim, but well built. Her soft musculature implied that she spent her days doing heavy labor, and while many wouldn’t immediately assume that stable work was “heavy labor”, stable master did more than just take in animals. They had to clean up after a variety of beasts, prepare a variety of food for different diets, feed those animals, groom the animals, and in some cases, care for animals in their care that wound up sick.

Quickly, Mothan averted his gaze. His thoughts reeled before settling back on meticulously deconstructing his way versus his brother’s way.

Mothan nudged, Trigon forced. Mothan was gentle, Trigon was harsh. Mothan chose safety, Trigon took risks.

He leaned forward against his knees, staring at his hands.

Mothan has always been better at killing. Za’hal always told him he’d make an excellent monk, especially given his natural inclination toward balance; toward mediation, but that would put the troll in the spotlight. Mothan chose to be an assassin so he could hide in the shadows.

But here he was, with that monk that Za’hal had seen in him rearing his head. He should have listened to Trigon. He should have gone with his brother to hunt down the Bane commanders, and their portals. He should have been with them because Trigon had twisted not only Jaina’s arm, but Khadgar’s, and Aethas’. The ultimatum was either they come help Trigon, or Azeroth would have another invasion on their hands, and this time, it wouldn’t be the Burning Legion. In Mothan’s experience, the Bane was a hundred times worse than the Legion, because at least the worst the Legion would throw at the Horde, and Alliance was the twisted spirits of the dead. They could free those dead, let them finally find peace.

The Bane threw civilians - children, mothers, fathers, the elderly, the lame. When the United had first realized it, they’d lost many, many of their soldiers. How could a tranied, honorable combatant fight someone that didn’t know the sharp end of the spear from the harmless butt of the spear? And the thought had always been lurking in the back of their minds, that the most heavily armored, largest soldiers were not properly trained - given their sluggish movements and incapability to use their huge weapons - but never once had any of them imagined that children were inside.

The Horde, and the Alliance would never be able to deal with that; both sides were too honorable in their own ways. Mothan doubted that even the supposed ruthless forsaken would be able to pose much of a threat. The Bane Commanders were ridiculously powerful in their own right, and the Elites were nothing to sniff at either. Based on the knowledge he had, Mothan could confidently say that only a handful of the leaders from both sides would even stand a remote chance against an Elite, and only a couple could stand toe-to-toe with a Commander.

Then again, both of those factors depended solely on who the Commander was, because–

“Mothan?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you be awake?”

“Mmm.”

Tazari was quiet. The hum in Mothan’s mind stalled at her voice.

He didn’t want to admit that she was the type of distraction he needed, just so he could stop thinking. He knew it when he hyper focused on her. He should have just kept watching her, it would have stopped him from thinking of how bad the situation on Azeroth could get if the Etherians didn’t do something.

A snort of laughter left him when Tazari tried to pick him up. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hefted, huffing in his ear. It flicked.

“I be up,” he said softly, standing. Tazari’s face was pressed against his chest. She kept her arms around him.

“You um…” she tilted her head up to look at him, “you be lookin’ distressed…”

“Do I?”

“Yeah…”

“Mmm,” he wasn’t sure what to do. Should he hold her? His arms hung down by his sides, lifeless. He tired to think about the meetings again, but once again he found himself hyper focused on Tazari.

“Do you… do you be wantin’ to come over?” she asked, “I mean… it be a long day, for me, and looks like it be a long day for you… I can make you–”

“Okay, but only if I be getting to help.”

“But I can cook for you,” she grumbled, and Mothan wrapped his arms around her. She blushed.

“I don’t be doubting that, but your work be way more physically demandin’ than what I be doing,” he gave her a crooked smile, “so~ Let me be helping~”

Supper was easy. Tazari’s home in Dalaran was quaint and comfortable, and now the two sat on the one couch in her living room.

She told him how she’d grown accustomed to how the humans, and elves in Dalaran liked their homes, though sometimes she would still sleep on the floor. He couldn’t say he knew the feeling, because the reason why he disliked plush beds and furniture had nothing to do with how he was raised.

Mothan opted to change the topic of conversation before they could get into the more gruesome details of his childhood.

“So? How be your day?” he asked, grateful that he’d all but forgotten every thought that had been plaguing him just an hour before. Tazari tapped a finger to her lips.

“Hmm… not too bad. I be up since six, started with cleanin’ out the stables. We had a lotta’ birds in this week, so I had to be doin’ a loooot of scrubbin’. I didn’t be finishin’ that until nine, then one of the others be needin’ my help with a nervous warp stalker. Tryin’ to corner a warp stalker be hard, mon!” she exclaimed, waving her arms around animatedly, “he kept on warpin’ here, then warpin’ there, and so I had to be gettin’ another warp stalker to be helpin’ us get the nervous warp stalker!”

Mothan chuckled, “those ones be sounding like a handful.”

“They be!” Tazari huffed, sitting up more on the couch while Mothan shifted to lean his side against the back cushions. He kept his eyes on her face while she continued: she’d had to groom more yaks than she wanted to count, clipped the claws on several large cats, filed the claws on wolves, brushed so many different kinds of animal teeth that she had tried to brush a macaw’s beak, and spent the better half of her afternoon ferrying hooves on hippogryphs.

At some point during the conversation, Mothan’s eyes slid to her lips. Her voice became a lullaby in the background. She was telling him about one hippogryph in particular - a rare arcane one, brilliant purple in color, overflowing with such raw magical power she wondered how difficult it had been to tame. Shed hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to the hunter about his beast, because he’d come and left faster than she could say ‘good evening’.

And then, she stopped. His eyes noticed first, ears second. He continued to stare at her lips for several more seconds, in case she continued, but when she didn’t, Mothan refocused his gaze on her eyes.

Which were staring down at his mouth rather intently.

“Tazari?” he asked, unsure of why his voice was so soft, or why he sounded unsure. He didn’t know why he processed her movements so slowly either, and before he could react, Tazari slipped between his tusks and pressed her lips against his.

Out of reflex - when his mind finally processed what was happening - he leaned back. She followed, lips just shy of his, and Mothan was putting his weight against his arms seconds later. Tazari kissed him again, and again, and he raised one shaking hand to sweep into her hair.

Too soon - or perhaps, at the perfect moment? - Tazari pulled back. She looked dazed, and Mothan could hardly see through the golden haze that seemed to settle in his vision.

Thank the Great One his Vice was wrath, and not lust.

Tazari bit her lip, looking off to the side. A shade of guilt came to her face - and Mothan wasn’t sure why, he had never made it explicitly clear that he had an aversion to more romantic displays of affection.

Then again, Tazari was a stable master. Like him, she had to be able to understand body language, and Mothan didn’t doubt that Tazari perhaps understood it far better than he did.

‘In that case, I be supposing that I be makin’ it obvious.’

So he pulled her back in before she could say anything. He closed his eyes. Allowed himself the chance to enjoy it.

“I forgot,” Mothan mumbled against Tazari’s lips, “how much I enjoyed this.”

Tazari sighed contently, raising her hands to cup his face. The kisses never went past lips; Mothan was fine with that. He recalled lying down at some point. Tazari was on top of him. Her hair fell like a curtain around his face. It was nice not to think about anything, except her.

Thinking about her was lovely.

[officialtoa]

The Highguard (Booth 8)

You have seen them previous years - Now is your chance to own those adorable squeaking plushes!

“ NEW! Armoured Silver Covenant Hippogryph Plushie: Proceeds go towards the Silver Covenant's efforts throughout the Isles. When squeezed, the plushie chirps. “ (Artist: https://thedawnsheart.tumblr.com/ ) All their plushies give to a charity! So you are giving to a guild who gives back to the communities! (RP Gold, to RP Charities)

And for the low cost of two berries, they have Sprite Darter petting! The berries are to be paid to the darters, they set the price.

So come on down, get a plush, pet a darter and help a charity!

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cherry

can you play any musical instruments or can you sing?

Briyanna can play harp ... very badly. She hasn’t practiced in years.

She can however sing. Her voice is breathy, but sweet, and she sings under her breath when she sews.If her project is a gift, she inadvertently fills it with ‘scraps’ of herself; those who wear garments she has sewn or hugs plushes she’s created often feel more at peace.She does not know this; no one has ever told her, not even her daughter, who has a collection of little stuffed gryphons, hippogryphs, wyverns, murlocs and the mimic-plush of Eles that she sleeps with.

She also sang to Kailara when she was still tiny.

She knows mostly hymns, and several of Power, and only on the battlefield is her voice more than soft and sweet; she raises the hopes of everyone in her battlegroup who can hear her.

[catschimericalcreations]

Steven Limbs the Parrot Griffin by Cat’s Chimerical Creations

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Hipp-U the Hippogriff by Cat's Chimerical Creations

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Uncle Sam the Hippogriff by Cat's Chimerical Creations

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Colonel McCluck the Hippogriff by Cat's Chimerical Creations