#Varathros

[silversoulcreations]

[A mysterious coin, emblazoned with an avian symbol and glowing with a faint arcane energy, somehow reaches Varathros through a courier. The coin's glow pulses once, as if in acknowledgement of arrival at its intended recipient, but then returns to its prior state. There seems to be some sort of arcane lock mechanism on the coin. I wonder what it hides? ]

Varathros blinks down at the coin as he gives his raptor, Axel, one final scratch down along his feathered mane, before sending him off to the stable with the rest of the pack. Reaching down, the spellbow plucks the coin up with a curious expression, carrying it inside. "Now what are you, I wonder?" Flicking his tongue against the back of his labret spike, he summons an arcane arrow with one hand, standing back, only to tap the energy charged arrowhead against the coin. Fuck around and Find out? Yeah, Sure, lets have a go.

------------------------ @astralfox0893 ))

[serenas-dawnsinger]

-From Varathros- What is the one thing you fantasize about that has yet to be fulfilled?

A blink, and a quick, shy smile breaks out over Serra's helpless rush of a laugh, the question unexpected. She recovered with a stately sort of air, still wearing her bemused smile. "I...think I am starting with just seeing the sights I've only heard of, meeting new people along the way. Really there is just so much I've always dreamed about that I haven't seen yet. I feel in a way my life's just beginning."

Her golden eyes wash over the handsome Sin'dorei's mass of red hair, a distinct difference to the smooth wave of her own dark tresses. She meets his eyes with some hesitance, and returns to a soft mirth to distract from her beat of distrust.

"I would say I'd hope to one day be taken on a life-changing journey, hatch a legendary dragon, and raise the hearts of many to fight as one with my voice alone, but I think these are fantasies safer kept in the pages of a well-loved book." She chuckled more quietly, canting her head as appropriate of a Silvermoon noble. "Maybe those are 2 fantasies too many for your question, I am sorry."

{ @silversoulcreations -- ooh, Varathros looks like trouble. xD}

[pyraelia]

{"Have you ever..."} ... Been to all of the currently explored continents? If not, how far have you traveled? Do you want to explore further than that?" - From Varathros

"No, actually. I've never been to any of the Kul Tiran lands. They're not terribly fond of Sin'dorei, I think, even if I could likely pull strings with what's left of the Kirin Tor. Sometimes it's best to stay away from places.

I'm not much of an explorer. My time is best spent in the archives -- I'll let more adventurous folks go farther than I've been, I think."

( Thanks @silversoulcreations! )

[lilyofporcelain]

From Varathros - What's your favorite memory that you can recall in absolute detail?

"I feel like I have a few of these, but admittedly, I'm a little too embarrassed to share some of them, so I'll only really pick one that I don't feel is particularly compromising.

After Alcilia and I parted ways, I was beside myself. Questioning a lot about who I was as an individual. Where I wanted to be. Who I wanted to be. If I was serious about the decisions I'd made. It was really the only time I ever hesitated over what I was doing.

My mother, who never really was the most positive influence in my life, seemed oddly empathetic over the whole thing. Maybe she'd gone through something similar regarding my father or someone else in her history. That day, she called me into her room where she was sitting on her bed, and I put my head in her lap. There was a music box playing on the end table and she was playing with my hair.

And I remember her singing to me along with the melody, a lullaby that she had sung to Ankalei and me when we were at our youngest, except I'd never really been paying attention to the words before. It wasn't necessarily that everything would be okay or that everything would resolve. It was more that despite the various hardships and adversities experienced, in that one would find strength.

We stayed like that for hours and I watched the sun pour in through the window, stretching across the floors. A block of it touched my mother's bedding and there was something about the reflection of the light that made the shade of red so pretty.

I think I was too hard on my mother. She must have been facing her own adversities without ever saying a word to my sister or to me."

( Thank you for the ask, @silversoulcreations! )

[kaisinasunblade]

SS. - From Varathros Is there a particular touch you favor over others when it comes to people you trust? A particular place that they can caress that makes you putty in their hands, so to speak?

"My neck, behind my ears. My arms. The feeling of their warm breath against my skin. Like a feather touching your skin."

Thank you for the ask @silversoulcreations!

[chaospunkdf]

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[autumnpawtribe]

Change

Last night I couldn't sleep.  

I had my mate in my arms and I wanted to let him rest from his exploration of the cave.  My Xiao Chun deserved it.   Instead, he held me as I tossed and turned, fidgeted and fought to sleep.  I couldn't do it.  Eventually I got up to go outside.  Shamans smoke would not help with this, not would a swim or a long run.  None of the things that would usually knock me out would settle my mind down.  I knew that.  Physically, I wanted sleep, my mind would not let me.

I needed to make a decision.

I felt like I made a fool of myself.  I had to leave my safety net behind, let someone else carry my weapon.  I had to make myself helpless.  Naga were in our sights and I had none of the usual things that I thought I needed to keep myself alive if there was a fight.  

I realized a few things in that short time, but kept them to myself at the time.  I cannot rely on my bow all the time.  I can't take my raptors with me in tight spaces.   Papa Fen had spent time and energy to teach me to be an astounding hunter, but never a lesson on how to fight up close.  That was what the my hunting companion was for.  Honor had been by my side and he would not have saved my ass yesterday.  I would have had to rely on Xiao, Zyn, Kagtu and Varathros.   I am not willing to be reliant on a child.  I don’t want to put people in danger to save my carcass.  I cannot be helpless.   What if something happened to Xiao, Kit, anyone else in my little adopted family that they needed me to fight for them.  Tall troll that I am, that doesn’t mean I can land a hit.  In the arena where Tal and Zyn fight, I’d be absolutely fucked.  

I needed to broaden my horizons.  I needed to change.  Yeah I could just learn to be a hunter with a stick.  Something though made me keep thinking.

Outside the house, Xiao had this funny training thing and I had played with the one at Zyn’s just for fun a few times.  Nothing ever really serious, just batted at it while I killed time.  I’d asked Xiao to just teach me with a stick.  I sat on the ground before it, contemplating my course.   

A stick can be hit out of your grasp.   A bow can be snapped.  A Raptor can be killed.  I needed something to defend myself, my little family.  I needed something more reliable.  I looked down and stared at my own hands.  Nothing stopped me from using these as a weapon, Zyn does, Tal does.  Xiao does all the time and he teaches people who want to learn all the time.   Feet and hands were harder to get rid of, right?

I stayed looking at the training dummy thing until it began raining.  I wandered back in, my hair sopping wet and flopped over on my head.  I smiled as I sat across from the monk I loved more than life and put my hands on his.  

“Ah can’t be not able ta protect ja.  Ah can’t be totally helpless.  Ah know ja said ja gonna teach me wit a stick.”  I looked in his eyes, always happy to see his face.  “Ah ask ja teach me ta fight wit dese?”  I put my hands flat, palms up.  “An’...  ah wanna learn ta use mah Chi.  Ah suck at magic, but ja tink, ef ah try hard enough dat ah can learn?”

@zynros @theredrighthanddedchild @intoxication-wra

[silversoulcreations]

🍐 What is your OC’s mentality? Are they overall positive? Negative? A bit of both? Describe their thought patterns and reasoning behind their choice making! { For any/all of your WoW OCs! }

Well then, lets see..... This is going to be a bit of writing, I think, so bear with me!

Jarethius: The wild, rowdy pirate with a history darker that an old god's bedchambers. He's surprisingly outgoing, friendly, even, to most. From allies to enemies he can crack a joke and smile, until he's pissed off anyway. The man is a ticking timebomb of trauma and depression rolled into a pretty, but scarred up face. He *tries* to make friends, but tends to end up swiving things up one way or another. He has a good heart, despite everything that has happened to him, however, and most of his heavy choices come at the cost of himself, to protect those he is closest to.

He has a somewhat jaded thought process these days, believing himself worth less than those around him and thereby taking greater risks to ensure everyone else's safety. This has been counteracted numerous occasions as of late with a certain brother, lover, and lover's kin attempting to knock some bloody sense into his head.

Jaredian: Soft spoken, gentle and kind, a nobleman just as he was raised, but more-so than that, a good man. His past no less dark than his twin's; though he handled it by far differently. Somewhat introverted, shy around strangers, he can be slow to open up and show what he is really thinking, however he knows how, when he must, to play the room, as well. Borderline optimistic with cynical leanings, he *wants* desperately to believe in the good around him but isn't willing to just take the chance, as being a single father after a rather horribly failed marriage has taught him how important it is to look twice before you jump.

Azrael: Exceptionally extroverted, loves a party, loves spending time with the younger races. He's especially attached to elves and humans, thinking them the most entertaining creations on Azeroth to befriend and study in equal measure.

A dragon of quite some many years, he may have forgotten more than some will ever know, though he's spent more than half that time asleep {As greens are wont to do.} Now he cannot seem to get enough of the world around him and studying how it's changed, {as well as flirting rather heavily with any pretty man he sees, but that's beside the point.} A strong motivation for him is that he has slept away most of the changes in Azeroth, locked in the emerald dream. Now that he's awake he wants to experience *as much* as he can, for good, or for ill.

Rythyren: A dragon with far less years that their adoptive kin, they have none the less seen a myriad of tragedy. Being raised amongst the mortal races left a heavy toll on a once sweet and open heart. No-where near the easygoing nature they had many years ago, they are guarded, cynical, jaded.

New experiences are met with distrust and trepidation, new relations with a mask of friendliness and a guarded heart. They are always expecting the other shoe to drop, metaphorically, and just waiting on the *when*. Ever the diplomat, a smile can often be seen upon their features, however that does not necessarily mean they're open.

Varathros: This snarky redhead is a bit of a conundrum when answering this question. He can be both extroverted AND introverted, depending on the situation and when it suits his pleasure at the time.

His thought process is a bit of a mystery, that comes from an overly complicated past that he doesn't talk to anyone about, much less think about, himself. Constantly on the run from the memories that would otherwise swallow him whole.

Thank you for the question, @safrona-shadowsun !

[silversoulcreations]

What if several of your characters had landed together on a remote island, with very little in the way of resources on them and a dampening fog that neutralized the use of magic and long flight. What would be each character's focus in order to survive?

Well now, that is certainly a question indeed! Let us see if we can get this unpacked shall we? - For your scenario I'm going to assume that my dragons are at that point stuck in thier visage without the ability to shift back. I am going to assume that my hunters will have their primary companions with them. This scenario also precedes that either a, there was some form of shipwreck, as Jarethius is the Captain of his own ship, or the more likely option, b, they were transported there against their will, and have to find a way home. For this I will just used the ones listed in tumblr thus far for simplicity sake.

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Upon landing on the isle, Jarethius would take a group of scouts, consisting of himself, Varathros and his primary pair of raptors, and Azrael into the treeline, instructing Renasia to take up a guard position with her lynxes, while Jaredian, Rythyren, and Ryleyth set up a temporary camp, until such a place as can be found further away from the shore can be scouted for safety. Jarethius - defacto leader, and scout. His skill in combat and stealth would allow for him to be the main gaurd of the camp, as well as scout for any that might be on this remote isle with them. Varathros is a spellbow, but beyond magic is an excellent shot. He is also exceptionally skilled in animal handling, specifically large predators, much like his raptors. He is a trapper and skinner, as well, and would likely be the primary hunter for the group. Azrael is a green dragon, but beyond that, he is skilled in the identification and use of various flora and fauna. He would fall into the 'healer' role as his skill with alchemy and holistic medicine, as well as basic skill in triage and sutures would best aid them. Depending on just how long they are forced to remain on that isle he may also find and cultivate a few plants for their benifit.

Jaredian is by far the best cook of the lot, having been a single father for the last 15 years. He would likely be in charge of meal-plans, rations and the like to keep everyone cared for. Rythyren and Ryleyth would work together to make their shelter, and whatever materials they required, be it weaving cloth or roofs, the two tailors of the group would see to their basic needs in that regaurd.

Last but certainly not least, Renasia is amongst many things an avid fisher, trapper and tanner, much like Varathros, and would likely see to making the water give up it's bounty as her counterpart would make the land. She, unlike Vara, has survived most of her life on her own, traveling from place to place, so she would like as not be the first person to truly settle into the new routine until they were found, or else found a way off the isle.

Without magic, the only one that would be unable to defend himself would be Ryleyth, though the others would keep him safe.

[silversoulcreations]

[[SS]] For Varathros

What draws him to a person?

"First an foremost? Well, I'd say their smile. Don't get me wrong, I'll stare at near as every pretty face that walks by, and keep staring as they pass, if you know what I mean." He chuckles, before shrugging. "But draw me in? Make me want to know more? A genuine smile. A laugh.. If we have a similar sense of humor? More the better. Rest of a person can vary. I like a fair bit of very different things, on different folks... but we gotta connect somehow."

@kaisinasunblade )

[silversoulcreations]

{For any/all of your WoW Oc's that may feel like answering}

Do they like kissing, or do they prefer other forms of intimacy specifically?

Jaredian ponders for a moment, before a blush tints his cheeks. "Kissing is inherently an intimate act, though it can mean many things. A kiss on the cheek, or forehead, jaw, or ear.. the lips, of course... each have different connotations. It is something that I am... admittedly, quite fond of... but there are other acts that are just as intimate. the touch of a hand, the brush of one's arm.. touch, in general.. is something I rather favor.

Jarethius perks his ears, before shrugging slightly. "Kissin's kissin. S'like the promise tha' more is tae come." He paused for a moment, one hand scratching the side of his beard. "But there'sa difference between bein sexual wit' someone an bein intimate.. Kissin always feels like it's bein led tae sex tae me... bein.. intimate... 'oldin a lover, an 'avin em do the same, dunnae need tae lead tae such things... Cannae rightly tell ye whot I favor, but Kissin's nice."

Rythyren pondered the question for a fair few moments before they spoke. "A kiss is lovely, in itself, but there are more pleasing things than this, to me. Pressing one's forehead to their lover's own, the brush of horns against each other in greeting, should the partner in question have them. Holding one's hand or cheek.. Tender gestures are ones I favor over simply.. kissing.. I do hope that answers the question?"

Varathros blinked. "Kissing's fun. So's what may or may not come after. But I suppose it depends on where you're kissing, Don't it?" He winks.

[silversoulcreations]

For any: Have you ever broken a promise?

Varathros frowns slightly, one ear twitching at the question as he pondered for a moment, before looking away. "I'm sure everyone's broken a promise in their life... Be it the small ones... insignificant... miniscule... like promising to pick up the laundry.. to... larger.. ones.. more important." Not a direct answer, but the way his overly pierced ears pin back against fiery tresses might be all the answer one would need.

[silversoulcreations]

🎵 ~ For whomever!

Lyrics are in the video, however, this one is another for Vara, early in his storyline. Parts of it linger as he ages.