#* in character: nathanos marris / OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION.

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@shadowsblades said: “there is no honor in betraying your friends.“

THE SONG OF ACHILLES MEME // accepting.

"Loyalty has value, when devoted to the right people.” As meaningless as a honor, otherwise, both so quick to lead one to death meaningless in effort thankless. Loyalty he can respect, however; it never stopped being part of who he is at very core, dutiful as he had constantly been in following Sylvanas, regardless of where it led him -- to hell and beyond, if needed be. He can concede her this much, if nothing else, the respect in acknowledging there is virtue in her unwillingness to betray her friends. Unimportant, truly, and Nathanos knows this as well as Valeera also certainly does.

Crimson gaze remains upon her, eerily calm and utmost alert to her actions. “I advise you to think if your friends are such, nevertheless. I’m sure they would mourn you should you die, say the proper words and remember you fondly. But should you become something other than a corpse on a proper little grave, well beneath the earth, would those friends of yours be your friends still?”

“You would be surprised how fast the good and the righteous will name you monster and have you hunted down for a fate you did not choose --- even so called friends.”

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halduron vc @ nathanos: what did you grow on your farm

ALL THE FARSTRIDERS SUCK EXCEPT SYLVANAS // always accepting.

He is not so naive that seemingly harmless question deceives him; even had he been, Nathanos had quickly learned he was not welcome in their midst, and the elves not shy about making it quite explicit. Quel’thalas, beautiful as it might be, was not where he belonged. He needed not the constant reminders, out of place as he always was, a feeling most certainly shared on his side. This wasn’t his land, nor his home, and should he spend the next fifty years of his life (insignificantly short in comparison to theirs) in defending their precious forests as he would have defended the wilds of Lordaeron, he would still be regarded as a stain in their order, an offense to their kind, a joke in poor taste.

Nathanos tries to use the spite as fuel.

He does not intend to leave, after all; very well could, ofttimes wished to, but would not — it was where she wished for him to be, and he had made her a promise. In the end, elven politics and snickering were a small price to pay to be by her side, and he was not made of matter so soft he could not endure the tasteless commentaries and endless mockery.

There is steely resolve in his gaze as it unflinchingly meets the elf’s (and, perhaps, a healthy dose of contempt of his own), arms crossed in front of his chest. Did he think to offend him by mentioning his humbler origins? Did he expect to shame him for his work? It was pitiful, truly, that ancient beings in an ancient city would disregard so what was simpler only due to its modest nature. There is enough malice in the subtle smile the elven ranger wears that he could not doubt, even should he want to, that Halduron intended for naught more than deride him; but reply comes unperturbed (proud, most certainly; haughty elves do not make him think his family’s manner of living any lesser). “Wheat, mostly.”

Shrugs off, wholly unimpressed as he stares at the other. “I would think having as many years of life as you do, you would be at least more creative in your attempted insults, Brightwing.”

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* tag drop: nathanos marris.

‣ muse { nathanos marris } —  ❝ BLIGHTCALLER. ❞ ‣ character study { nathanos marris } —  ❝ A MONSTER CREATED. ❞ ‣ isms { nathanos marris } —  ❝ DEATH IS ALWAYS THE WINNER. ❞ ‣ in character { nathanos marris } —  ❝ OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION. ❞ ‣ aesthetic { nathanos marris } —  ❝ DARKNESS EMBRACED. ❞ ‣ physique { nathanos marris } —  ❝ DEATH IN THE FORM OF A MAN. ❞ ‣ dynamics { nathanos marris & sylvanas windrunner (shoresofacheron) } —  ❝ THE ONLY HEAVEN I’LL BE SENT TO. ❞ ‣ dynamics { nathanos marris & sylvanas windrunner } —  ❝ THEY WOULD DIE THEIR TRUE DEATHS AND WELCOME DAMNATION TOGETHER. ❞ ‣ dynamics { nathanos marris & stephon marris } —  ❝ HE FELT PRIDE. HE FELT REGRET. ❞

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@iniziare​​ (anduin) said: "I'm aiming to do better." 

POETRY STARTERS.  // accepting.

Laughter resounds, so honest, so bitter, as to fill entire room. The little runt may have come farther than any would have expected, surviving what he had; Nathanos would give him this much credit. Nevertheless, it did not change he was but a child playing at war, particularly naive one at that, clinging still to delusion of possible peace, to foolish hope there could be a path not permeated by death and destruction.

In spite of laughter so sincere, there is awful little amusement left in him, and what lingers is no more than some version of it much too twisted by lingering bitterness. Rage has long since become common place enough that it is comforting feeling, familiar and welcome, but it seldom flares with as much intensity as the Blightcaller feels it then, all consuming. Anduin mocks him; mocks him with his words, mocks him with mere presence, mocks him with this outrageous idea of reuniting living and undead. Perhaps it could be excused by his youth, yet it is far too little a reason for it to quell Nathanos’ anger then and there.

Full of good intentions, was he not? Trying to do better.

Oh, it was what the Alliance always did. They preach good and peace and righteousness, though only so far as it suits them. Nathanos had fought for a Wrynn once, when his heart still had a beat and his lungs still needed air and the Alliance seemed to him worthy fighting for. Another life, in all senses expression could have, and one Nathanos was glad to leave to rot; a decade of his life had been wasted in winning them a multitude of victories, and all it had earned him was the honor to be hunted and slain like a mindless beast when the king he had served declared what he had become was no more than a stain on the Alliance’s pristine image.

Just as well. He had long since embraced the role they had given him; if a monster was all they would see, no reason to waste efforts in trying to be anything else. It is what makes it worse, perhaps; now the son ascended to the throne and spoke of amends, of reparation, of doing better, as if such a past could be erased. But it was much too late for that now, wasn’t it? They were Forsaken for a reason.

“Better.” Word scoffed with venom, spite shining in the Forsaken’s red eyes. What was the point of this, regardless? Did Anduin Wrynn think to make Sylvanas more amenable to listen through her Champion? Foolish, if so. “And here I thought being king would demand some effort. When your predecessor merely branded us monsters and put us to the sword, doing better seems awful easy to do, boy.”

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@raerns said: "You owe no one your forgiveness." Anya to Nathanos

THE PRINCESS SAVES HERSELF IN THIS ONE. // accepting.

“And since when do you decide what I owe or do not owe to anyone?” Regardless of Anya’s intentions, reply is barked rebuke, blazing red of his gaze as unwelcome to her as it was to any who would speak to him of forgiveness, be it to give it or to request it. The truth of it is that, indeed, he owes no one nothing, and if there is something others are not entitled to at all it is forgiveness.

There had been but one who stood by him no matter what. There had been but one who sought him when he was lost, one who freed him, one who called him to her side even when he himself felt undeserving of it, and she he would be glad to follow, even to damnation.

What regard he had for others was for her and the Forsaken and no more. Regard that did not spare even them from his gruffness, nevertheless, not when they overstep and presume to tell him how to feel or what others deserve from him. What he feels is anger, everlasting; what they deserve is for him to decide, and he has long since known the only thing that one ought to spare for the living is bloody, gruesome ends, savagery they would expect from the undead regardless. “I do not recall having asked for an opinion.”

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❝ There are no men like me. There’s only me. ❞

HI SEND ME MEMES I’M TRYING TO ANSWER THEM BUT I’M ALSO ACCEPTING ALL THINGS. 

He does not bite back demeaning laughter, contrast that it is to viciousness with which Nathanos had claimed to know his sort, so ready to laugh and mock when there were others to back him up and enjoy the show, only to cowardly scurry away were they to face another alone. Halduron fashioned himself to be the spirited sort, always a funny remark on the tip of his tongue, had he not? Well, for once Nathanos finds amusement in it in truth — oh, there are men like him aplenty.“I doubt even you truly think so highly of yourself, Brightwing.” 

Rarely did he ever indulge his temper in truth, here most of all. Nathanos knew his position to be both flimsy and of particular relevance at once, link to a shaky alliance and unique in his place amidst the elves, reliant on Sylvanas’ will alone. He had entered his fair share of fights, it’s true, and they had turned to brawls all too often; but that was in Lordaeron, before he had even been a ranger, much less held a rank in the military at all, be it Alliance’s or that of Quel’thalas. Here there was no room for acting so; and yet, for once the elf’s provocations had gotten the best of him, and if he had not reacted violently, he had most certainly reacted.

It was a mistake, Nathanos knew. It wasn’t enough to stop him.

“No, you are just one of too many like you, pathetic men that talk too much but do too little in truth. Lor’themar may also be big on the boasting, but in the least he has the skill to present some challenge.”

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