#Velianor Novastorm

[thedragonisaprincess]

Howl In The Dawn

The first sign of daylight had lightened the night sky into a muted purple, and the Sunguard’s main camp seemed quiet save for the guards getting ready to be relieved of their shift; perhaps those who were early risers had begun to stir in their tents. Snow was still present, and though the cold nights had not been quite as harsh as before, the ground was becoming more wet as signs of Spring were beginning to show with a gradual melt and crunch of those white hillsides and banks.

Approaching from the east, a dire wolf as massive as many of the cavalry’s warhorses and nearly camouflaged by her pale sand-colored fur, slow and tired from an arduous journey. One guard who was a volunteering fighter from The Farstriders recognized the beast and allowed The Blonde through, though curious and somewhat alarmed that the wolf was alone; missing the woman she was bonded to. Tied at the neck and hidden under The Blonde’s thick, winter guard hairs was a satchel that seemed to be made from skins of animals recently caught. Determined to reach her target, The Blonde did not stop to let the Farstrider check this satchel, and walked her way silently through the camp with only the crunch of snow beneath her paws alerting her presence.

The scent of Ethalarian Dawnstalker and Nuellen’s wolf Moro grew stronger and eventually The Blonde had arrived in time to greet the Blood Knight when he walked out from his tent, still pulling himself from a restless sleep.

His reaction, understandably, was one of immediate shock and then panic. He began to look around the immediate area The Blonde was standing, “Where is she?! Where-- Where is Nuellen?!”

He addressed the dire wolf directly, knowing the connection The Blonde and Amarr had to Nuellen, and seemed to understand general feelings and intentions from others. Yet, all the wolf did was wag her tail gently and lean forward to lick the entire left side of his face with the broad side of her tongue. He seemed to grow more frustrated and was about to continue his fruitless interrogation of a four-legged creature, but forced himself to calm as he watched The Blonde sit back onto the snow and yawn wide, lifting her head to expose the leather pouch tied to her neck.

The surge of concern and adrenaline made Larry’s hands shake as he went to untie and remove the pouch. Another deep breath was needed before he opened the pouch, not caring to admire the fact that somehow Nuellen had pulled enough twine from her supplies to sew the damn thing together.

Inside were three pieces of parchment folded neatly and marked on the outside with different sets of initials: BK E.D., AK A.B., and Arch. T.T.

He quickly identified which initials belonged to their person and made to remove his letter, but his eye caught the glint of metal resting at the bottom of the pouch. He reached and felt his heart sink as he pulled forth two necklaces; one of which was very familiar to him. Thinking the worst already, he looked down and pulled his letter. He only read what was addressed to him, but after some time, he dressed and left his tent once more, letters in hand and moving to make sure they were delivered to their intended recipient.

Nuellen’s Messages:

Under The Cut

Ethalarian,

I write this as I camp somewhere on the far Eastern side of Quel’Thalas, between a mountain range and perhaps a few weeks walk to The Goldsea; it’s a bit hard to tell right now. I don’t plan to linger very long here, and I don’t know how long this message will take getting to you, so I can only say that I’m alive and have avoided most conflict. I’m uninjured, if a little hungry, most of the prey animals are keeping warm and out of the snow.

These weeks of tracking have been almost too long - Amarr and The Blonde caught scent of Kipcha and we followed her trail as some allies were trying to get her to lead them to Velianor’s location, but Kipcha broke away and ran back the way they were traveling. I expect perhaps Frostblaze is injured and she was returning to her mate... Instead of turning back, we pressed forward; lost the scent a few times, but have finally found something.

Time has worn away any sort of direction Veli and her pack were headed, but someone had her on the run. I found wolf bodies, well worn by decay, but no sign of Velianor or a body. I’ve been canvassing the area for the better part of two weeks now; I may have found a site where she could have fallen, but there’s no signs of a body, nor any kind of scavenging. I have a fresher scent now, though...

I also have proof that I’ve made headway and have packed them with these letters to you, Aestus, and The Archon; I remember catching a glance of her wearing these necklaces a few times and I assume they weren’t removed voluntarily.

There is no trail, so Amarr and I will circle and widen the area for any possible signs or routes that she could have taken. I will not assume that she has been taken captive or killed.

I’ve done some training of my own with Amarr and The Blonde. I believe they now will have a connection to my well being, similarly to Velianor and her wolves but not quite as strong. The Blonde is to remain with you and Aestus for the time being, but if she will let you know if something is wrong.

I love you. This will have a positive outcome. Believe in that.

-Nuellen

P.S. Please make sure that Archon Truefeather gets my report.

Aestus,

I write this as I camp somewhere on the far Eastern side of Quel’Thalas, between a mountain range and perhaps a few weeks walk to The Goldsea; it’s a bit hard to tell right now. I don’t plan to linger very long here, and I don’t know how long this message will take getting to you, so I can only say that I’m alive and have avoided most conflict.

Finding our Velianor has not been easy, and it remains a challenge, but I believe I’ve made progress finally and now have more to work with.

Bad News first: Much of her pack has been eliminated, it seems. Some kind of skirmish happened and she was forced to retreat but not without pursuit. I found the necklaces I’ve sent with The Blonde hanging from a tree in one valley section, but I also found a few other signs that Amarr and I could get a solid scent from.

Better News: I have not found any evidence of a body or scavenging from other animals. This means she’s not here and I will continue to track her down. It will still take some time to circle the area and extend our search, but I’m confident Amarr and I will catch up to her. Wherever she is.

I realize this message may bring you and Ethalarian more distress, but keep your head clear. Don’t let the Worst Scenario worm it’s way to you. There’s something in my bones telling me that she isn’t gone from this realm; certainly you feel the same thing?

Keep hold of that feeling.

I’ll find her; and we will return together. Keep breathing.

-Nuellen

Archon Telchis Truefeather,

Nuellen Swiftstrike, Pathfinder Dawnward and Farstrider Ranger-Captain, writing to you in regards to the whereabouts and status of fellow Dawnward Velianor Novastorm. Apologies, first off and also in hindsight, for departing without previous approval from Superiors; this mission to track and locate the Dawnward started and has only been one of Personal and Emotional gain to myself and other members who are close to Velianor. However, I am acting alone and did not attempt to convince anyone else to join me; any repercussions for my actions against orders, I will accept when I return with Dawnward Novastorm, alive or otherwise.

I’m unaware of her reason for being so far from any other units, but that is not a concern to me, at current... Only that myself and others were alerted by one of her bonded wolves that something severely wrong had happened to her and the wolf pack she travels with. She had escaped the main camp and I decided to follow.

I’ve managed to track down a site along the mountainside South East of The Goldsea that I believe she had encountered an enemy force and retreat was required. However, the retreat was followed - perhaps harried - as many of her wolves are now rotting in the snow. The body of the Dawnward in particular was not discovered, nor have there been signs of any scavenging in the area; not even a finger bone was located. I have, however, found a lead and have chosen to follow it. If I find she is captured by any enemies, I will send my black Dire Wolf Amarr with notice and continue to track, but I will not engage. Otherwise, if she is found recovering or otherwise, I will report to the nearest camp with Dawnward Novastorm in my care.

I understand this is a minor update among events that are far more important. Please consider this letter an official report of investigation for The Sunguard’s archives.

Light and Lady Aessina Keep You Safe,

Nuellen Swiftstrike Alah’ni

Long Overdue Post Regarding Velianor Novastorm’s Phoenix War Stories: Planting Seeds in a Garden You Never Get to See and What’s Left Behind while eventually leading up to The Forgotten Pt. 1 / Pt. 2

Tagged For Mentions: @ocarina-of-what // @theletter27 ( @shampoocommercialelves ) // @trained-trainwreck ( @ethalarian) // @felthier ( @thesunguardmg )

[redarrowhouse]

Blood on the snow

Preface: Read http://ocarina-of-what.tumblr.com/post/182736834669/whats-left-behind first, as this picks up almost immediately after the arrival of Frostblaze and Kipcha.

He knelt at the mouth of the cage, undoing the last clasps around the muzzles.  Dried blood flecked his fingertips, sticky in the cold and bright against the white fur and snow.  A voice was trying to talk to him, faint, maybe one of the stable hands pulling at his shoulder.  They’d said something about the wolves fighting like demons, but it didn’t really register.  Frostblaze and Kipcha were back.  Without her.  

They never left without her.  

Never.

Cold hands combed through white fur, voice soft as Ithranicus tried to be as soothing as possible.  Kipcha, freed from her muzzle, nipped at him, trying to tear those same fingers away from the man invading their space.  

Anger, and rage.  So much anger and rage.  

“Kipcha, it’s me.  It’s Ith.  See?”

The glove on his free hand was pulled off, the uncovered hand offered to the raging wolf.  If they were as intelligent as Veli implied, the wolf would understand.  

“I’m not here to hurt you.  I’m not here to hurt you.  I’m not here to hurt you, Kipcha.”  

A soothing hand roamed through Frostblaze’s fur, while his other hovered just out of reach from the snapping jaws and razor teeth.  It became something of a game; every attempt at touch was rewarded with an attempt at shredding his hand, mouth and fingers playing back and forth in their dance.

“Go ahead, Kipcha.  Sate your rage.  It’s okay.”  

The early rays of the sun settled against the snow, rising on another day.  Peeking through the stable doors and spilling over the animals kept therein, brilliantly lighting the cold white fur on Frostblaze’s flanks and muzzle.  Dusty gold fur settled next to him; Kipcha lay nuzzled against her mate in fitful slumber.  Pinned against the wall, crimson and gold resplendent in the morning light despite the dirt and fur besmirching the colors, Ithranicus stirred as the light spilled across his eyes.  Rising, ensuring the injured pair weren’t disturbed, he quietly slipped free of the cage.  

Velianor, his old apprentice, was missing and hurt.  He had to know what happened to her, wanted to go himself- but that wasn’t feasible.  He had people counting on him now, had a command of his own, had to make decisions with other people’s lives.  The days of dropping everything to run into the wilds were closing fast, it seemed.  Another would have to go in his place.  

“Kipcha.  Frostblaze.”  

One eye snapped open, narrowed and hungry.  A second rolled to attention, hurt and pained.  

“Ready to go find her?”

Clad in heavy furs against the cold, cradling a rifle half his own height, Anokirin Sunstalker left the Sunguard camp a few hours after dawn broke.  With him came a dusty gold wolf, reluctant to leave, but determined to go.  A hunting party.  

Together they trotted into the cold and the snow, trails dark with blood and chaos, Kipcha leading the way to the last known places that her master had been. Velianor was not going to be left behind.  

@ocarina-of-what 

[bamicommissions]

Commission for ocarina-of-what, Velianor Novastorm.

[swingbeard]

Character Profile Meme: Ithanar Islesun

(Because ALL THE COOL KIDS ARE DOING IT.)

Full Name: Ithanar Islesun

Other Names: Ithan, Ith - he only allows a few people to call him by a shorter version of his name.

Universe They Exist In: World of Warcraft

Gender and Sexuality: Cisgender male, bisexual

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: Sin’dorei (Blood Elf)

Birthplace and Birthdate: Almost six hundred years ago on the Isle, a small landmass off the northwestern coast of Quel’thalas.

Guilty Pleasures: “Sappy” romantic literature*. He has a few novels here or there, but he’ll never tell you where there are exactly.

* “Don’t you dare judge me. I’m five-hundred and eighty nine. I deserve to switch up what I read every so often!”

As for not-so-guilty pleasures? Drinking (wine or liquor), sex, and sleeping in too late a little too often (especially recently).

Phobias: Necromancy, the Scourge.

What They Would Be Famous For: His exploits as a Spellbreaker and member of Silvermoon’s military before his first retirement. Ithanar participated in an array of high-profile skirmishes, conflicts, and battles against the Amani Trolls, the Horde, and other enemies, even going as far as to lead his own squadron of Spellbreakers.

Following his first retirement, he took up a position as an instructor for a few different Spellbreaking schools throughout Quel’thalas. Those who went through Spellbreaker training may remember or may not.

What Have They/Would They Gotten Arrested For: He may have gotten in trouble here or there with the Kirin Tor for a few things, mainly involving escapades with younger apprentices or mages. Illegal teleportations and portals may have a little something to do with that*.

** “Listen, when you’re young? You do some funny things.”

OCs You Ship Them With: None… yet.

Your Favorite OC Relationships: Ithanar gets along rather well with @stormandozone‘s character Elleynah Stormsummer; there’s a really nice friendship building between the two (she kicked his ass during a training session, so he’s damn impressed). 

He also enjoys the company of Eldriana, Enne Treesinger, Waralyon, Aureate, and that wonderful Felstalker pup Seven (all of these characters belong to @sparklepriest and @notdavidbowie.) 

He’s beginning to develop a bit of a friendship as well with @ocarina-of-what’s character Velianor Novastorm (as he’s teaching her how to swim). @thedragonisaprincess‘s character Nuellen Swiftstrike is a good ally who’s poked fun at him for moaning about how old he is (because she’s older than him). He’s had a few conversation with @retributionpriest‘s character Lirelle here and there, and enjoys her no-nonsense attitude (that’s what he’s seen at least) along with her company in general.

He’d like to get to know a few people better like Cere’thien, Vaelrin, and fel, even Kaltaia (when she’s not wrecking the infirmary) at some point. 

(Those characters belong to @lissanaria| @forever-afk | @azriah respectively in that order.)

Oh, and he owes @jessipalooza‘s character Bricini coffee SOON.

(And Qeren Brightmantle, who is @entropytea‘s character, because that trip to Dalaran a hundred years ago or so was a REAL interesting affair… in a good way.)

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: His twin sister Ildrielen. She’s not his biggest fan (and you will learn why rather soon).

Favorite Book Genre: Any sort of history book, even if it’s historical fiction. He loves reading about ancient ruins and civilizations.

Least Favorite Book Cliche: An ending that leaves you hanging and forces you to buy the next book in the series. If he could just buy the series in one big tome, he’d be rather happy; unfortunately, that isn’t always the case.

Talents and/or Powers: A bit of a spoiler, which was hinted at in an earlier story… Ithanar is no longer able to use his Spellbreaking abilities for reasons he won’t say.  

In fact, only one person is aware of this ICly at the moment.

However, that doesn’t mean he’s powerless. No, Ithanar can fight... and well, with centuries of combat experience under his belt, having skill in a variety of weapons. He has a solid enough grasp on battlefield tactics and can command a small squad of soldiers, but anything more than that isn’t his forte.

He also possesses a rather solid knowledge and vocabulary of runes, able to draw them out with ease and quickly or dispel them with a counter-rune or other enchantment. This is a skill he’s picked up over years of relic-hunting, whether with his brother Ithaerin, on his own, or with other acquaintances.

Why Someone Might Love Them: Because he’s an old snarky asshole sometimes with a quip here or there, or he can be a lovable old elf dad who does his best to protect his newfound friends.

He has purpose again and feels driven to defend Quel’thalas, and Azeroth, at large. Ithanar caring about something again after everything’s happened? That’s something worth liking him for. It took a lot for him to come back (even if he doesn’t show it).

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Because he can be an old snarky asshole sometimes? It has its ups and downs. He also keeps his emotions to himself and plays his cards close to his chest in public, so some might find that a bit aggravating or annoying.

Certain family members may not like him because of things he did after the Fall which ensured House Islesun would remain dormant/inactive like many of the other noble families which have begun to rebound, albeit a bit slowly for some.  

Why You Love Them: I haven’t been playing Ithanar for too long now, but he was a character who sat in my head for a good long time before I started working, developing, and eventually RPing the character. Whereas with other characters, I didn’t have much to work with, Ithanar has been a bit of a different case in that much of his story direction was figured out before I started RPing the character.

So far, it’s worked out well. I haven’t written this much for a World of Warcraft character in a long time, and I’m enjoying writing Ithanar along with the other Islesun siblings. I really look forward to seeing what happens next as he continues to interact with members of the Sunguard and other characters!

Why You Hate Them: Because I made a character who’s an “old battle-hardened hot dad”... again.

I have a bit of a type, okay?

Tag(s): ANYBODY!

[thedragonisaprincess]

Track’r

It was Amarr who woke her in the night, cold nose pressing to a foot and scaring her nearly out of her own skin. She would’ve fallen from her cot, had it not been for Ethalarian’s arm keeping her grounded, who had also started to wake when her startled gasp roused his own light sleep.

The direwolf’s head was poking into their tent, unable to fit the rest of his body within, but his anxiety hit her before she calmed down enough to scold him.

Something was wrong within the camp, but what was it? Then she heard the howling; distraught, almost frightened. It wasn’t any of her own pack.

“What is it?” Larry’s groggy voice came up.

“Let me check.”

The howling started to mix with desperate barks as Nuellen stepped out from their tent, and the sight of Velianor’s wolf Kipcha looking frightened and feral, trying to flee the camp grounds but almost confused by her fear and desperation. But for what?

The hair at the back of Nuellen’s neck stood and gooseflesh began to form.

Across the way, she spotted Aestus trying to calm the wolf down, but Kipcha was too far gone to even notice him.

A way out was found and the pale wolf began to run with the elves giving chase to the best of their abilities. All the way to the edge of the camp, but she had disappeared into the snowy forest.

Nuellen and Aestus stood there in silence, but sharing their looks of concern and fear. She heard her own wolves near her tent, baying and howling in grief.

Unacceptable. Absolutely not.

[More Under the Cut]

She entered her tent, lips pursed and silent as she began to dress and gather her supplies.

“What are you doing?” The Blood Knight frowned and stood to get her attention. “Nuellen, what’s happened?”

“I don’t know but something is wrong with Velianor. Kipcha wouldn’t have done that if she was fine.” Insulated clothes were pulled on and half her armor before Larry began to realize where Nuellen’s mind was at.

“You’re not serious about leaving are you?” She flashed him a look that said she was, but he continued, “You- But you can’t.”

“I can. I’m going to and I’m taking Amarr and The Blonde with me. Moro will stay here to help protect you and Aestus.” She pulled on the last of her heavier armor and stopped to look at him. He looked confused. Apprehensive. She knew why. Her ears lowered and she sighed out. “I have to look for her. That wolf’s reaction happened for a reason and I have to at least confirm if she can even be found. If she was wounded and captured, that could mean they have a means to pull info on us. If she’s-”

They both winced, seeming to know where her explanation was headed.

“I have to know. I have to at least find- her.” The Farstrider inhaled and she moved to wrap her arms around his body. “I’m going to track Velianor down and I’m going to return once I’ve found her. Hopefully, I will be able to bring her back with me.”

“This can’t happen again, Nuellen.” His own arms wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her antlered head closer to him. “If we’ve lost Veli; I can’t lose you too.”

“You won’t. Believe in me when I say that you won’t.”

They stayed like that only a few moments more before Nuellen pulled away to finish her packing, speaking low as she did so, “I’ll do my best to find some way to let you know I’m still around. But you have to stay here; it’s where you’re most needed, you know. Tracking is best done alone, anyway.”

“Yeah...” He was still frowning, sitting himself at their cot, “I don’t like this, Nue.”

“I don’t either.” She remained silent until she had her things ready to go, pulling it all together over a shoulder. She turned and approached Larry, cupping his face in her hands to have him look at her. “I love you, Ethalarian. I love you. I love Velianor, too, and Aestus. I’ll return to you and I’ll bring her back if I can.”

She felt his jaw clench more than once, but accepted her kiss when she leaned in to give it.

Amarr had been sitting outside the tent, waiting for her to emerge. His tail briefly pushed the snow around as it wagged, but he seemed to sense that something important was about to happen. Keeping her voice low, Nuellen called for her other wolves. The Blonde and Moro trotted from their hiding places, sitting near Amarr and waiting for Nuellen’s new commands. The smaller, dark brown wolf, Moro was left to keep Ethalarian company, understanding the commands to stay and listen to him, while the two direwolves, each the size of a destrier, accompanied their master.

Amarr ran ahead as Nuellen jumped onto The Blonde’s back, looking over her shoulder to give Ethalarian a smile, then set off into the still-dark and early morning with only large paw prints being left in the snow.

I’ll track her. I’ll track her... I’ll track’er. 

Track’r.

Response for Velianor’s ‘Planting Seeds’ piece, related to The Phoenix Wars campaign @the-sunguard-archives Tagged for Mentions: @theletter27 @trained-trainwreck @ocarina-of-what

[redarrowhouse]

A letter to a student

Velianor, 

This is the last time I’m using this method of letter sending, do you know how hard it is to wrangle this many finches?

I’d like to meet before we get mired down in this war.  Tomorrow, sundown.  We need to talk, and Hemorrhagic needs to be spoiled.

Ithranicus Redarrow

[rishnea]

A VERY early birthday doodle of veli for @ocarina-of-what Another shaky hand day? Why is it so hard to do traditional work now Lol

[azriah]

RE: A Neat Letter

Response to @ocarina-of-what for this letter.

Dawnward Novastorm,

How astute and silver-tongued of you to have wrapped your request in a pretty bouquet of compliments. Were it not for your rank and the obvious effort you have undergone to pen the letter, I might have dismissed you among the sea of beings that dream of possessing my qualities.

My mind - much like my beauty - is not only hereditary and unattainable, but the product of my soul and upbringing. However, just as a plain individual may liven themself with kohl and carmine, so might a dull mind hone its edges.

Ambition is a worthy trait fueled by self-improvement. Do you wish to refine your senses, you must approach with unrelenting determination. While I understand your reasons, I have little incentive to use my time for one soldier among thousands. Sweeten the deal, and perhaps I shall consider it further.

In the mean time, do contact my husband-to-be, Lord Netherstar. If there is a single individual that is well-versed in my motivations, it is he. Perhaps you will learn a thing or two along the way.

Signed,

Lady Azriah Thelryn Grand Arcanist of the Sunguard

[thedragonisaprincess]

Nuellen Swiftstrike

(First photo; Worg/Wolves’ Names. In Order, top left to bottom right: Evina, The Blonde, Moro, and Amarr.)

Appearance -

Gender: Female

Race: Sin’dorei

Height: 5′6″ or 170cm

Eye Color: Jade/Teal Green

Hair Color: DARK Brown (Almost Black)

The Facts -

Birth/Name Day: March 15th

Occupation: Ranger-Captain of the 2nd Farstrider Battalion; Aerial Team Leader | Duskward Pathfinder of The Sunguard

Sexual identification: Bi/Pansexual (She’s still Unsure)

Romantic identification: Panromantic

Alignment: Neutral Good/True Neutral

Criminal History: To quote a similar answer in an older character meme: “Not a whole lot, but it would depend on where and when she was at the time. When Quel'Thalas was still allied with the humans, she probably would’ve been wanted in Lordaeron for disorderly conduct. Drunk in public. Fighting in an orcish tavern/inn. Probably punched a Blood Knight or two that really deserved it.”

Relationship Status: In a Relationship with @shahin. Though, Open sexually, after a long and very personal deliberation.

Favorites –

Favorite food: Warm and Buttered Bread, Freshly Cooked Meat, Fruit (ones that can be eaten on the go), Peaches Especially, Very Dark or Salted Chocolate, Cakes from Mellarue @mellonsilversun, Pies from Westel. @westelfirewing

Favorite drink: Coffee, Very Strong Ales/Meads (not picky about alcohol though.)

Favorite artist: “Why limit out any one or couple of artists? Art is a skill I appreciate in all it’s forms!”

Favorite scents: Freshly tanned leather, Damp Moss, Fur, Clean Hair, Wildflowers

Favorite person(s): In no particular order, she shares a great deal of love and affection for: Her Children, Velianor Novastorm @ocarina-of-what, Shahin, Alorinis Bloodarrow @chemicalbydefault, Westel Firewing, Laz’eehl of the Darkspear @eliryn, Cere’thien Blackwood @lissanaria (she doesn’t know her well, but wants to know more about her), as well as a few members from Stormblade Clan and The Sunguard.

Randoms –

Ten facts about your muse:

⚫ Nuellen can sketch almost every thing that she observes with an alarming amount of accuracy. However, she does not find this an artistic skill, but more of a necessary one for her past scouting jobs. She has a number of personal, leather-bound journals that she has made for herself to carry with her wherever she goes, be it for just casual observations of everyday life, or for something that she might spot that seems... suspicious. She will be able to sketch whomever or whatever she’s seeing.

⚫ Most people who have never met her or know about who she is, will automatically assume her current parents are her biological ones. This is not true; she was orphaned at a young age and had three older brothers who could not care for her. She was a ward to the Farstriders and after practically raising her of his own accord, Alorinis Bloodarrow decided to adopt Nuellen, and later legitimize her as a true daughter of his.

⚫ Due to the fact above this one, she almost never uses her new family name, except in political events she’s required to attend on Alorinis’ lands, The Grove; or, in social functions where using her newly acquired title as a noblewoman would be a favorable boon toward her interactions.

⚫ When she’s out scouting, she will actually pack a few fiction novels with her for when those hours of nothing happening show up while she’s out. Her favorite fictional genres are Mystery and-- Steamy Romance Novels.

⚫ One day! When the timing is right to finish her story... She will become a druid that follows the teachings of Aessina. Her long time struggle with “The Nightmare Pack” as I call them, is in reality, her latent druidic powers that she has repressed since childhood. Instead of just laying dormant, these powers have been lashing back out at her, making her believe she’s being influenced by The Nightmare.

⚫ She actually, doesn’t much care for Raptors. Those that know her, would be privy to the knowledge that one of her many animal companions is a Raptor named Ergrer. She originally saved him from another pack of Durotar Raptors that were trying to kill him for his different, more easily to spot, coloration; kind of like wild animals with albinism. Before this, however, she had the misfortune of being ambushed by Stranglethorn Raptors and lost a beloved companion before she could escape the pack.

⚫ While she has a respect and like for individual members of the Forsaken, as a whole, she is actually very unnerved by their presence. This nervousness around them is increased when she’s aware of, or near the presence of Lady Sylvanas, mostly because she still recognizes the woman as her former Ranger-General. Logic and knowledge of all the past things that they have helped (or not) with keeps her silent, but she believes that all in all, the dead should remain dead. This is the same for Death Knights.

⚫ When conscious of them, Nuellen can hide her emotional tells fairly well, but she almost never notices when she begins to chew on her cheek during moments of high tension, unease, or deep in thought.

⚫ Her friend and old battle buddy Laz’eehl has taught her some of his Rogue secrets and they used to sneak around Silvermoon City or Orgrimmar and snicker quietly to themselves about some of the people or scenes they would find, thinking they really were alone.

⚫ Nuellen loves winter time, but she hates the cold weather/air for one reason, really... The wound that is located on her left hip/leg will get stiff and uncomfortable. It’s a poorly healed wound, first from a Worgen warrior, then cauterized improperly, so the joints and musculature located around that wound are a little more sensitive to the cold atmosphere.

Five Things -

Things they like:

Dancing

Sleeping In

Listening to Songbirds

Laughter

Cool Autumn Mornings

Things they dislike:

High, Sharply Pitched Noises

The Smell of Rot

Blatantly Rude Folks (Includes Racism)

Dull Cooking Utensils

Uncomfortably Tight Underwear

Good habits:

Proper Hygiene

Shelter Clean-up

Open Communication with Work, Family, & Friends

Learning New (Fun) Things

Tries to Empathize with someone if she doesn’t understand their feeling about an issue.

Bad Habits:

Biting her Cheek

Snacking While Cooking

Tendency to Listen to Others’ Conversations 

Swearing

Coffee Drinker

Personalities they gravitate toward:

Calming

Humorous

Fatherly/Motherly Figures

Confident

Direct

Personality types they avoid:

(This is a kind of mix. There’s lots of negative personality traits she would avoid, but a lot would be “obvious?”)

Overly Sophisicated/To the Extreme

Dogmatic/Faith Extremists

Impassive

Unambitious

Conceited

Fears:

Hurting Loved Ones, her children most of all.

Enclosed, dark, tight spaces.

The Nightmare Pack (Navigate past stories to understand what this pack is.)

Faceless Ones

Becoming Completely Forgotten

Tagged By: Originally @fortress-and-flame but I’ll work on another one of these for him of Nuellea and maaaaaaybe Y’itsuna. :D

Tagging: I think almost everyone I know has already done or is working on this? So, uh, whoever decides this is neat enough to fill out!

[rishnea]

Expect to see me reblog this at least a few times because I am stupidly proud of this!

The lovely Velianor Novastorm for @ocarina-of-what