#Terras Felwarden

[shalandrassil]

Made some updates to Ardelle’s family tree, and I’ll be posting Celyssena’s soon!! Yay!

[lothorilbrightstalker-blog]

 Going on a high-risk date with you neanderthal of a husband.

[kryntora]

Kryntora Sundreamer

THE BASICS ––– –

NAME: Kryntora Sundreamer

AGE: 145

BIRTHDAY: February 14th

RACE: Sin’dorei

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Lesbian

MARITAL STATUS: Single

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –

HAIR: Blonde

EYES: Fel Green

HEIGHT: 5'8"

BUILD: Strong, as she’s a tank. Quite muscular.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Pink Illidari tattoos line her arms and upper body, demonic scales line her forehead and cheeks, a large set of horns atop her head. Skin around hands and feet is tougher and leathery. Long claw-like nails.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Right nostril piercing, ear piercings.

PERSONAL ––– –

PROFESSION: Demon Hunter, Jewelcrafter.

HOBBIES: Hunting demons, social drinking, crafting jewelry.

LANGUAGES: Thalassian + Orcish +Demonic.

RESIDENCE: Quel’thelas + The Fel Hammer.

BIRTHPLACE: Quel’thelas. 

RELIGION: None.

PATRON DEITY: None.

FEARS: Failing her teammates.

RELATIONSHIPS ––– -

SPOUSE: None.

Children: None.

PARENTS: Lord and Lady Sundreamer.

SIBLINGS: Twin sister Calamita, Older sister Claerissa, Younger sister Chrystallene.

OTHER RELATIVES: Ex Brother in Law Zaennicus Silverfrost.

ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: Zachaery Dreadstar, Mystinni Dreadstar, Terras Felwarden.

PETS: None, but loves to play with Zachaery’s baby felbat.

Traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between disorganized / organized / in between close minded / open-minded / in between calm / anxious / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between empathetic / unemphatic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy / in between cultured / uncultured / in between loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

[illidariyoungblood]

❥ : tucking stray hair behind their ear (for Addy)

Gotham was icky. At first, Adarlassa didn't really know what she meant by that. It was just a thought, a feeling, a reaction. It was overwhelming. But Terras had taken an entire fifteen seconds to figure it out and put it in words:

"Gotham has no trees. You're a tree elf. You need trees. Go find you some trees. But good trees, not these sad saplings. Argus has better foliage than this."

And it was... sort of true. Gotham had trees and shrubs but their roots were blocked in with concrete and stone. Their leaves were doused with harsh pesticides. Their water was full of chemicals and pollutants and the buildings were too tall for sunlight. They were isolated from each other, or squished too tight to breathe.

The first time she touched a tree in Gotham bare handed, she almost cried. That poor thing was in pain. It would not live to grow as big as it should. It would remain sick until its untimely young death. It upset her more than she thought. She almost abandoned her mission and went home, let Gotham deal with the demonic tumor it let fester in its belly and let it die, like its trees.

But Terras picked up on her discontent like he always had before. She hadn't yet figured out how he could determine her mood just from a punch or a glaive throw, curse him.

She figured Terras was the reason Bruce pulled her away from the Hunt one night, folded up the maps and handed them to Terras and dragged her off to the jet. A short flight later and they landed a small walk from a fruit orchard outside of town.

"I know it's not what you're used to, but-" Bruce had begun, but Adarlassa was already off with a sob, throwing her arms around the nearest tree and rubbing her cheek against it before moving on to touch the next and the next and the one after. Only minutes later, she'd found the strongest, healthiest tree and climbed up to the tallest of the branches. She leaned back against the trunk and sank into the night air, hat and mask off and resting in her lap for maximum face to wind sensation.

Bruce made his way into the tree beside her. The way he sat on the limbs made her laugh softly. Although he could climb just as well as she could, it was painfully obvious that he was not as comfortable in the tree as she.

"You're right," she told him after a minute, kicking a foot idly as it hung off the branch. "It's not the same but... these trees are happy and healthy. They're free. They're fed. They're with friends. ... thank you, Bru-PHFTFTFBFTPHT!"

A gust of wind shook the tree and slapped a twig full of leaves into her face. She laughed in absolute joy while untangling her hair. He helped, grabbing a strand and pulling it up along her skull until it could drop behind her long ear.

"Aww. How helpful," she grinned, tying her hair with the extra length of her blindfold and then adjusting her position until she could lean over onto his shoulder.

"Thank you."

[ @bloodiedpearls @felwarden-ed ]

[celyssena-sunfire]

😂 Who are 3 people your character thinks are funny?

Random Ask Meme

“I enjoy the comedic styling of Terras. He is quite hilarious, especially when he’s drunk.” She chuckles. “Sylrin is quite entertaining as well- though ‘funny’ wouldn’t be a word I would use to describe him- except for the comment he made a few days ago.” She taps a blue-lacquered nail against the table for a moment, thinking to herself. “Oh! And the Windrunners.”

Her face seems to darken at the mention of the family, but a smile creeps across her face nonetheless. “They are quite funny.”

{ Mentions: @felwarden-ed | @sylrin-featherblade }

[spectrisconsarcio]

Terras blows kisses at Needle and wiggles his eyebrows. "Heyy Neeeeeedle! I heard you liked sharp objects- I have sharp teeth! Look!" He bares his teeth, to which all of his upper jaw consists mostly of pointy teeth. Gross. Is he trying to flirt?

Needle responds with a grin, that may as well have been him baring his own teeth in kind. All of them are sharp. Every single one is pointy and jagged and... maybe the moniker ‘Needle’ was referencing his mouth instead of his weaponry. { @felwarden-ed TERRAS IS LOVELY YOU’RE JUST MEAN }

[felwarden-ed]

93.

A lone Illidari sits in one of the dark hallways of the Black Temple. Their leg bounced up and down, one couldn’t decide if the owner of said leg was nervous or just hyper.

Footsteps echoed down the hall. The singular elf stood at attention as Sergeant Felwarden and Lieutenant Ilyana approached.

“Sergeant I-” The Illidari began, but the instant Terras saw him, he charged at his comrade, wrapping his fingers around the other man’s throat. He pinned the other Illidari against the wall. 

“Terras-” Ilyana tried to scold, but Terras didn’t drop his hand.

The Illidari he’d pinned to the wall tried to gasp, one hand wrapped around his arm, the other trying weakly to beat him back. Terras sucked a single breath in. In his head, he was counting.

45... 46... 47...

“Terras, let him go.” Ilyana tried again.

Terras kept eye contact with the other Illidari, who was trying his best to remain resolute and look just as angry as Terras.

80... 81... 82...

“P- pl-- ee-” The Illidari Terras had a stranglehold on gasped out.

91... 92... 93.

Terras dropped the Illidari to the ground. While the man beneath him sputtered, retched and gasped for breath, Terras started to speak.

“Do you have any idea how long it took me to get the Felblood to trust me?” He hissed, “Ninety-three days. Three, fucking months.” He growled, baring his teeth like his namesake, The Hound. “And you take all of that away in a matter of seconds, you insolent whelp.”

“Terras-” Ilyana tried once again to step in, but made no move to help the Illidari at his feet. 

“Do it again. Come anywhere near this cell block. If I get so much as a HINT that you might have come here, I will come for you, and you will not attack a fellow member of our order again.” Terras seethed, his words were ugly, nearly spitting them out in barely-contained rage.

He turned to walk out.

“Sergeant..” The man on the floor was sitting, rubbing his throat. “He’s an abomination.”

“He’ll never be one of us.”

[veleanthe]

🍷 @felwarden-ed

The night held no answers for her; no matter how long she stared out into the darkness. She grumbled, bringing a dark bottle to her lips again for a long swallow of its contents. As she set it aside, another plucked it from her fingers.

She spun quickly. “Terras, No! Don--” Too late, he had stolen a swig. 

[shalandrassil]

Ohoh! Does Korrinth have a special someone? ;3

Hell no. Eternally single club, baby.

[shalandrassil]

Remember the fucking Sunwell.

The paladin on the left belongs to my boyfriend @buttcollectorjellyfish, Ardelle and Terras are mine. Fun fact-- all of them were holy priests prior to the Scourge invasion of Quel’thalas. Now, Kalsifer is a paladin, Ardelle is a shadow priest, and Terras is a demon hunter.

[lothorilbrightstalker-blog]

Some loth and Terras updates, Terras is dropping alcohol and Loth just wants his husband to let him love him.

[daenllanis]

Cries in front of. ~Réa, cont. from last night, sure!

“A scared text message from Réalta.”

The warlock pushes his chair away from the table, rising to his feet. “I’m sorry I have to go.”

“But you haven’t even touched your foo-“

“Please understand. This is important, I’ll make it up to you.”

He walks around the table, wrapping his arms around the seated illidari. “..I promise, Ro. It’ll be on me next time.” he places a gentle peck on the demon hunter’s head before making his way out.

“Mo chara, of course, you’re always welcome. Is it your fathers? Are they alright?”

cont.

The Ana’delora home was quiet. The lights slightly dimmed. Lyonyx quietly sat outside on the front steps, calmly writing into his notes. He’d been seated outside for quite some time, keeping watch for any sight of the demon hunter Terras who’d been asked to keep watch over Xysys. If anyone was to watch over his brother it was going to be him. Taking a break, he shuts his notebook and stretches his arms wide with a yawn. Upon opening his eyes, he jumps at the surprise of Rèalta standing in front of him. “O-oh, hey! You’re here! Come in!” a gloved hand all but snatches her, tugging her inside the home.

Upon entering, the scent of hot chocolate fills the air. Lyonyx had disappeared from her side and was now curled on the floor just below Xysys, who had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for her arrival. Daenllanis made his way toward the living room, “Mo chara..” he says softly. Carefully, he places two cups of hot chocolate on the coffee table, looking up to catch a glimpse of her teary eyes. “What’s happened Rèalta?” he asks, rushing over to give her a tight hug. “Are you hurt?”

Mentions: @divinists-daughter @felwarden-ed

[fel-temptation]

“Hey Korri- my boyfriend is going on a pool-noodle-and-tennis-ball rampage right now so if he sticks tennis balls on your stubs don’t chuck ‘em at him too hard, Okay?” (From Terras uwu @felwarden-ed)

“.... I can’t help but notice you didn’t specifically bar ripping his throat out....”

{MAMAAAAA UWU @shal-on-main !}

[shalandrassil]

22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have?

Terras has gauges at the size 0/00 and a smiley piercing! His teeth also look like this: 

After consuming Dentaxx the Hound his teeth got sharper and sharper!

[shalandrassil]

Ardelle and Noitora: *Get in a fight*

Terras, off to the side:

[shalandrassil]

This story uses my boyfriend(@buttcollectjellyfish)’s demon hunter, Noitora, as its’ main subject. He didn’t have a name yet at this point as he’d forgotten it along with most of his other memories, so he’s mainly referred to as ‘Felblood’ in this little story. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

He was awake. He was truly awake for the first time in months.

Face pressed to the cold stone of whatever dark place they had thrown him, he found his ankles and wrists encircled with manacles far too large for his own body. He slid his extremities out from the bonds that held him for so long, wrapping his arms around himself in a crude form of comfort. He assumed the fetal position, laying in one of the far corners. 

He was naked as the day he was born, though it wasn’t as though he could remember being clothed. While he had brief flashes of what he assumed was his life before this cool, dank room, he could only remember the faint chill of armor, the sweat on his brow in the middle of the day, the soft caress of a woman’s hand on his cheek—

Hunger pangs seized his gut. With a mewl, he rolled over, cuts all over him stinging. His ribs cried out suddenly, angered at this quick shift of body weight, only now telling him several of them were bruised, and broken. He let out a cry of pain, then, and heard footsteps from one of the far walls. Someone was coming. The thin sliver of light at the bottom of the door was blocked. Then more light. Too much light! He shut his eyes. “Holy shit—“ Whomever was guarding him swore. “Guys—“ His ears twitched at the pitter patter of more feet. More people. The light was blessedly blocked once again. “Aww, he’s so small now.” “What’s wrong big guy, run out of steam already?” “Where—“ His voice cracked, “Who?” “Out of my way—“ A male broke through the crowd. “Oh wow, you haven’t changed at all, despite all this time. Impressive. Lord Illidan will want to see you.” “Who?” He croaked again. The other man leveled with him, kneeling on one knee. He was a redhead. “Lord Illidan. Our leader, Felblood.” The last word was spat with scorn. Spat at me. What did he do?

“The master is out.” One of the members of the crowd crooned.

“Really?” The redhead turned. “Oh. Then you can stay here.” The redhead looked over at him for a moment.

“No wait—“ he started, getting on his knees to crawl after his presumed captors “Please—“ But everyone filled out of the room. The door shut with a resounding bang.

He sat back. Slumped. Closed his eyes and tried to remember.

He was ‘felblood’. He was ‘my love’. He was ‘you there’ and ‘come here’, but he had no name. He didn’t remember.

And now he was crumpled up in the corner of a cell, with barely any memories, naked and afraid. Did the previous version of himself foresee this? Was he attempting redemption for crimes he had committed?

He remembered the faint trills of a beautiful song, as if it were sung by a divine wind chime.

He remembered being called a ‘Sunfury’, whatever that meant. There had been black banners with red hawks embossed on them. From what he remembered, the great bird seemed to have been taking flight.

He remembered putting ice packs on his upper jaw to try and relieve the pain from his fangs growing after nearly two hundred years of stagnation.

Two hundred.

“Happy two hundred and --- birthday —!”

Was he really that old?

The door to his cell screeched open again. The same redhead from before was there, flanked by some night elves and another pale elf.

“Hey there Felblood. Listen, you need to be bound as soon as possible so if you’ll just follow me—“

“I can’t walk.” He mumbled. His legs hurt at the idea of walking.

“Get him up.” The female night elf said, and two other elves entered the cell, though they looked scared.

Scared of me.

They roughly grabbed him by the arms and hauled him to his feet. He crumpled with a whimper. They just repeated the process. This time he swayed, but didn’t immediately fall. He took a tentative step forward and faltered.

The redhead at the door waited rather patiently for him, arms crossed over his chest. The female night elf next to him looked less than patient, however. Her face was stony, nearly unreadable. After he took a few more steps, they both deemed him sufficient at walking and walked out of the doorway, discussing something in hushed tones. He was no longer important enough to pay attention to, not that he minded.

He braced himself against the door frame for a moment before being prodded at from behind by the other two night elves behind him.

“Get moving, Felblood.”

His surroundings were fuzzy. His face felt hot, he felt dizzy and sick. He took his first step out of the door of his cell before his stride faltered once again, swallowing a heave that was creeping up his throat.

The female demon hunter’s voice cut through the haze in his brain. “He’s going to faint--!”

His brain lost focus on his surroundings. When he regained consciousness, much to his confusion as he didn’t remember fainting, he looked around.

He was splayed out on the floor. Everyone was looking at him, but no one was helping him with whatever just happened. Some of them just stared at each other with uneasy expressions on their faces.

Finally, the redhead spoke. “You alright?”

He rolled on to his back with a groan.

“I think he’s dehydrated.” The female night elf spoke up.

“Which one of you were suppose to feed him?” The redhead directed to the other two night elves in the hallway right outside his cell.

“W—we— I didn’t, but he was growling at us Sergeant Felwarden—“

“Was this before or after he got smaller?”

“B-before?”

“And then I told you to check the cell after he turned back, yes?”

The redhead’s tone had shifted rather abruptly from joking and laidback to the voice of a no-nonsense sort of leader.

“Yes..”

“Did you?”

“No.. sir.”

The redhead sighed. The female night elf had scampered off somewhere and returned with a waterskin. She hauled him up and pressed the opening to his lips.

“Drink. You bite me, or make any attempt to run off and I will end you swiftly, Felblood.” She commanded, standing up.

He nearly fell back without her support. He sucked on the water greedily. He knew he should probably stop, but he was so thirsty— why was he so thirsty?

“How long have you two been skipping?” The redhead was astonished.

“It isn’t just us, Sergeant! Everyone’s afraid of it! It tried to eat someone yesterday!”

“Because you two idiots haven’t fed him in three days—“ The woman touched the redhead’s arm.

“We should get him to Tylos soon. We don’t want a repeat of six months ago.” She said. The redhead nodded.

Felwarden. That was his name. The redhead had a name.

What happened six months ago?

On if the night elves behind him hooked their arms under his armpits and hauled him to his feet a third time. He hunched himself over the waterskin as if it were a precious resource— because to him it truly was. Thankfully, his thirst was quenched for now, but the ache if hunger was already gnawing at his stomach again.

As they walked, the two Illidari in front made small talk.

“Hey Rave, you still dating that naga chick?”

“Her name is Ssiv’tessa and yes.”

“Is it the arms? Are there any dudes with nice faces and four arms?”

“Terras that’s so inappropriate and— wow now that I think about it I’m not sure.”

A hound and a spider. Pitiful. They could be ended quickly with my help.

He flinched. Those weren’t his thoughts— were they?

“Alright here we are. Tylos’ll get you all fixed up and then we can take you to medical.” The redhead-- Terras, as the female had called him, said.

Do not listen to them. They deceive you. These are the people who chained you, hurt you, treated you like a dog--

“Felblood? Come on dude.” Terras beckoned. The other elf seemed so sure that he would follow him into the room, as if he knew him.

The hound, your jailer. He and his associates seek to hold you down once more.

He found himself taking a step back.

He didn’t know who gave the order to grab him, but he suddenly found himself in the hold of several pairs of arms. He was manhandled through the doorway, but he didn’t start to actively fight until they placed him on a long, hard metal board, barely cushioned with any sort of fabric.

“Wait--” He tried to say, flat on his back now as someone secured his arms and legs. He felt exposed, completely naked for everyone to see, and now he was bound, and no one was coming to save him. “Wait please what are you doing--”

“I just need to wet the ink, keep him calm.” A voice came from out of his strange field of vision.

He breathed hard, it felt like he was hyperventilating. The face of the redhead came into view again.

“Hey big guy. It’s gonna be alright, trust me, every fledgling goes through th--!” Before Terras could finish his sentence, he managed to headbutt him right in the nose.

“Ow! Fuck!”

“Did he bite you?”

“Not this time--”

“Hold him steady for me--” The voice that he had heard only once before, the one who was wetting ink-- ink, why did he need ink? --was coming closer, telling them to make him be still. He shook.

Fight back, imbecile! Free us from these bonds and tear these aggressors apart!

Something soft came in contact with the skin of his abdomen. For a moment he felt silly for resisting as lines were traced onto his skin in what he could feel was most likely a pattern for runes. How did he know that?

She liked runes. She used to trace them on his back when he couldn’t sleep--

A line was drawn on either side of his ribcage, and then the person drawing them-- this, ‘Tylos’ as the others had identified him as, began to draw on his shoulders. When he was satisfied, he said;

“We’ll do his back tomorrow. This should be enough to keep him turning in his sleep, once they’re complete.”

They weren’t done. Now he felt stupid for believing just having symbols traced on his skin would have been the end of it.

Free us! Now!

“What’s happening--”

Sharp needles came into contact with his skin. He breathed in, holding for a moment. It was just needles, it was just needles, they were just tattooing him.

Or they were branding him. Tattooing someone with runes, he’d heard that before, from somewhere, from before he woke up in that room, he could just barely remember someone telling him that runic tattoos could do-- something.

Needles came into contact with his ribs and he gasped, both in pain and from the cacophony of angry screaming in his head from whatever was inside of it.

“Stop--” His pleas turned into threats, “I’ll kill you! I’ll kill all of you, I’ll maul you all to death and leave your corpses to rot in the toxic air of this cursed rock--”

“Fight him, Felblood. You’re stronger than this.”

“Fuck you!”

“Hold him--”

And then he couldn’t remember anything else.

He woke up to the taste of acid.

He wasn’t in a cell anymore, as far as he could tell. He was on a threadbare mattress, laid out on his back. Iron manacles encircled his wrists, smaller than the ones he had first woken up to.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and let out a groan as a stinging ripple traveled through his abdomen and shoulders. He laid back, legs still hanging over the side of the cot. He cursed whomever thought tattooing him was a good idea.

Instead of trying to get back up, he twisted his head around every which way, taking stock of the entire room. He felt an odd, swooping sensation in his gut when he realized that this room didn’t have any windows, just like his cell. He was chained, just like in that cell. He was alone, behind what he assumed was a locked door.

He was in a cell.