#dwaula

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Tiargeth: ☘ (Do they have any lucky charms/items of significance?) Cichorium: 💪 (What is the source of their personal strength?) and Dwaula: 🌱 (What are their feelings towards other the other races?)

Tiargeth: It’s less an item of significance so much as a pet of significance. After his experience with Sons of Svanir one of his mental health colleagues worked him through lingering trauma linked to ice and eventually got him a Frost Spider. He hated the thing at first but now it live in his home in Divinities Reach and he has developed a certain fondness for it.

Cichorium: The huge ‘bigness’ of the world and all the beauty in it. Cichorium spent his early years wandering the wilderness of the world and absorbing everything he saw. It keeps him grounded in that no matter how bad things look there’s still beauty and goodness to be found, that life finds a way through all sorts of hardships.

Dwaula: “They’re made of meat!” since his fall to nightmare Dwaula sees the other races as amusement at best and tools/food at worst. Seriously if he offers you jerky Do Not Eat It.

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Kavi and Dwaula too!

shops for groceries: Kavilesa does the shopping since when Dwaula goes he likes to get a five finger discount and “I can get it! Why do you have to be a stick in the mud Kavi?”

kills the spiders: I somehow imagine Kavilesa liking spiders. Nightmare Dwaula… would probably pull legs off to see what happens. or trap two in a jar in hopes of watching them fight to the death.

comes home drunk at 3am: Dwaula, every time. Very happily drunk and sprawling all over the top of Kavi with alcohol breath

makes breakfast: It’s a race to the kitchen since Kavi’s favorite ingrediant tends to be… well….

remembers to feed the fish: Kavilesa, pets are out of sight out of mind for Dwaula only for him to be very upset when his favourite is sick

decorates the apartment: Both of them. Dwaula ends up having to re-do his decorations when Kavi decides they clash with the room

initiates duets Dwaula, every time, and he will keep singing until Kavi joins in damnit

falls asleep first: lbr Dwaula has to drag Kavi away from his work for food and sleep half the time.

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💔 - Have they suffered major heartbreak?

Cichorium: He’s suffered a couple but it was more to do with loosing close friends then a lover.

Dwaula: I think his heart broke when Kavilesa turned his knife on him when they first went to the court (But it got better! For certain values of better XP)

Tiargeth: Oh boy howdy. He was betrayed by someone he loved and it was one of those defining character moments that contributed greatly to his darker character aspects.

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I stg this is Dwaula

I'm going to have to play this game aren't I?

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How do they hug?

((inspired by a dragon age post making the rounds))

Cichorium: earnest but slightly awkward. Hesitant at first before thin arms wrap around warmly, climbers hands finding fabric or leaves to cling to securely, a promise to never let go there, before either releasing when the other does or holding on, unsure where to end it.

Dwaula: Hugs from behind, usually on the unsuspecting. One arm wrapping around the neck and shoulders, head appearing over the other shoulder and a hand sliding sneakily around the waist. Fierce and all at once, with a bite to the neck, search through pockets or a quick grope before twisting away.

Tiargeth: are rare and usually don't involve contact below the waist. However they're warm, accompanied by a gentle stroke along the back and a smooth hand cupping the side of the face as he pulls back, holding eye contact almost searchingly and pulling back when satisfied.

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Dwaula's rejected Knight Trial letters

Marquise #####

I seek you that I might take the talking trial Trial of Philosophy. Should you accept I promise I will not fall asleep will be there with bells on promptly

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I can think of no one better since you at least have a sense of humour

because Islvyn might be there and I can poke at him to stop from being bored

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I await the Trial with anticipation please don't let it be boring

I'm sure you will make it fun

White Spots and Wood Lice I hate the sound of 'philosophy trial'

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Baron of ##########

I write to you now because I saw you that one time

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because W###### knows you

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on the subject of my Knight Trials, I come to you to request you try and make me shake in my boots

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Hugs and Kisses

Dwaula

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I want to doodle Cicho and Dwaula in halloween outfits

but can't decide what to dress them up as

hmmmm

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Dwaula meta post incoming Dwaula, both as a dreamer and as a courtier has been a very interesting character to play, because by and large he really Does Not Give A Shit what other people think of him. And as someone who in real life is constantly worrying what other people think of me, it's been a freeing experiance. He's incredibly at ease with who he is and has mastered that idea of "ok they don't like me, so who cares? Their loss, I know I'm awesome." He is actualy an incredibly honest character by nature and would much rather people hate him for who he is then love him for what he isn't. This leads him to actualy becoming quite attached to people he feels truely understand him and accept him. People like Kavilesa, Nehalenn and Islvyn when he was a Dreamer. Because he feels they understand him he starts to care about their opinions of him, he'll try to do them proud which is at other times something foreign to him. His first acts of deviousness when becoming a courtier were themed in a way to make Kavilesa proud and happy. While having no ambition for power or titles, he's started to actualy care about becoming a knight because Nehalenn believes he can and it will make him proud.

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Dwaula's Knight suggests he steal the blueprints for the WatchKnights.

“Good job One Ear. I knew I could always count on you.” Dwaula's bright eyes glittered from beneath his hood, reaching out a hand to scruff the short and rotund human's hair. 'One Ear' cringed “So tha' it right? Tha's all ya need?” “For tonight.” he promised, giving him a firm pat on his back “Sorry about your man those months ago but well... my old buddy didn't show up so he couldn't be saved y'know? Not my fault.” he said with a laugh “But don't you worry, you and yours are fine and safe, go back to your little home, give 'em a kiss for me.” he teased tweaking the man's one intact ear before stepping back and fading from view, blending back into the shadows. ~ a few days later he had scoped out the area for himself, checked the patrol rotations. It was an upper class area of Divinities reach, though some distance from the current festivities. This would be a challenge. He'd even needed to get new gear for certain things, but then he always like getting a chance to use certain toys. Glass cutting tools, grappling line and back up smoke bombs. His destination was the third floor of the four story building, he opted for going in the top rather then sneaking through from the ground up. Waiting for cover of night, clothing himself in dark cloth clothing that covered his glow and bright colouration he made his way in, flinging himself from a nearby building's rooftop, landing in a roll. He needed to keep from being seen at least until he had his prize in his hands, luckily the building had a skylight he could utilise. He passed his hand over the window first, feeling no reaction from the ring he was wearing he took his tools, cutting a hole in the glass enough to undo the latch and slip into the darkened room. Landing softly on carpet he paced to the nearest door, uncertain if the guards in the building would sweep the room and when. Passing his hand over the door he slowly creaked it open, checking the hallway. He sighed with relief, finding it dark, slowly creeping and making for the stairwell. There it was. Lights. Lights meant people down there. But they were dim, so it couldn't have been that active. He waited in the shadows, fluttering on the inside with anticipation as he waited for someone to pass. Eventually he heard the heavy footsteps, walking down the hall, he tensed, staying in the shadows at the top of the stairs until he heard them start to move away, then he moved, swiftly he crept down the stairs, pulling his shadow magic around his form and bending the light. Sensing movement the Guard paused, taking a quick look back, but seeing nothing he quickly continued on his way. Dwaula meanwhile moved from his frozen position once the guards back was again turned, counting the doorways; one.. two... third on the left! By then the guard had moved around a corner and Dwaula crouched at the door, again he passed his hand over the handle and this time and tingling sensation came from the ring; traces Mesmeric magic. He bought his hand to his lips, kissing it briefly and reminding himself to thank Kavilesa when he got home. He stilled and concentrated, letting tendrils of shadow magic snaking out, seeking the glyph on the door. It had taken him years, even after learning to use shadow magic, to bring it to a point where he could dismantle a magically laid trap. It still took him time and full concentration but he could feel the snap, snap, snap of the glyph coming loose and dissipating. Now he tried the handle. Locked. Taking a look up and down the hallway he grabbed his mundane tools once more, but before he could finish he heard those footsteps once more. Cursing mentally he darted back for the stairs as quickly and quietly as he could. He couldn't even enter stealth, not so soon after using his magic to disarm a trap. Holding his breath three quarters of the way up the stairs, he froze watching the guard pass by, not daring to move further lest he be heard. But again the guard passed, leaving Dwaula buzzing with adrenaline as he headed back to finish work on the door. With a satisfying click the door opened and Dwaula was greeted with the darkened lab, cogs and clockwork strewn about desks and tables with the level of neatness usually displayed by the brilliantly eccentric. Sitting in the back was his prize, laid out flat on a pin board; the blueprints for the Watchknight machines he'd seen up close in the arena. His Knight had expressed interest in the things for use in the den and while Dwaula thought they were not nearly so fun to beat on as living things the challenge of acquiring them more then tipped the scales of his interest. The Doc was going to be very busy when he was allowed to leave the Den. He paused, reaching out of them, almost forgetting to check for magic with the ring before touching them. The ring of Kavilesa's design sensed magic like a more practised magic user would, tingling in the presence of mesmeric magic, growing hot at elementalist and cold at necromantic. Finding nothing he grinned triumphantly and took the pages, lifting them from the desk. There was a click. Clicks were usually bad... Freezing in place he heard the click joined by more and more in a rhythm of clockwork, sensing movement behind him he quickly rolled up the documents, sliding them into his coat and turning in time to see the Watchknight jerkily sit up from the desk. “Uh-oh.” he breathed. Fighting the thing would make far too much noise, even if he disposed of it quickly it would draw the attention of the guards and his escape would be cut off. Making a snap decision he reached for a smoke bomb throwing it down and filling the room with obscuring smoke, quickly making a dash for the door. He kicked it open right into the face of the patrolling guard who grunted, stumbling back. Dwaula did not waste time on him, bolting the opposite way down the hallway, hearing the screech and clang of clockwork barrelling out of the room he'd been in. With no time to exit the way he came in he ran past the stairs and around the corner, vaulting the railing of the stairwell eliciting a surprised yell from two guards on the next floor, drawing his daggers he blocked a sword strike from one, ducking under the other and slashing out with his poisoned dagger. The wound wouldn't be fatal, but the poison soon gripped and the guard in paralysis, making sure they would not be following. Not staying to fight he ran past the two guards towards the other end of the hall, again he heard the smashing of the clatter of the clockwork creature making its way down the stairs, it's large feminine form knocking into the remaining guard in its single minded pursuit. More guards however, hearing the noise came out of a room further down and the was the shriek of a woman at the commotion. Again he grabbed for a smoke bomb, throwing it down at their feet as he refused to slow, gathering his magic and blinking out into shadow to appear on the other side of them, faced with a window. I'm on the second floor now right? Bringing his arms up to protect his head he did not slow and dived crashing through the window, the ground quickly rising to meet him as he ducked into a roll. Still the landing was harsh, he had to pull out a bit of glass from his shoulder, discarding it in his rush to out distance the guards, vaulting fences and loosing them in the night of the city. ~ The blueprints were left in Doctor Cogleafs lab, attached with a note. To Doc Enjoy this present/project courtesy of the Knight of Dark Tides and his Squire. P.S. No playing with this until you finish my bombs right? We good? Good. Love Dwaula.

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if Dwaula were a knight

He would be Knight of Impulse AKA Knight of it-seemed-like-a-good-idea-at-the-time

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screencap time!

"Stop looking at me like that. I'm just holding it for the guy."

Dwaula is now strutting some town clothes from leftover gems

Cichorium: not actually a model

Showing off the new Bow he got from Zain on becoming a constable (THANK YOU SO MUCH!)

Exploring a WvsW map and suddenly KRAIT EVERYWHERE

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Back Story Log

Nightmare.

He calls for help, reaching an arm up to try and grab attention but no one comes.

His skin burns as much as his muscles, he shouts and screams himself hoarse.

Eventually the futility of it weighs in on him. He can't get out, he can't escape it, tears well up in his eyes and his body stills, relaxing into the vines and staring at the uncaring sky.

But as soon as he is docile the vines start to move, coiling tighter like snakes and viciously burying their thorns into him again.

He screams and struggles anew.

Stop, STOP! I gave up! Isn't that what you want!? STOP IT!

and so it stretches on again, cycling between the self inflicted pain of struggling in vain or the terror of being ripped apart. His skin is coated and sticky with his sap, trickling down his body, slow and thick.

Delirious, he starts laughing.

You want me down there so badly? FINE!

Bloody and ruined hands grasp at the vines once more, only his time he tears downwards, deeper into the tangle of thorns and vines. He laughs because going down seems so much easier to trying to claw his way up, the thorns still prick but he doesn't care any more. What's a few more cuts to those he already had? And... the pain didn't seem so bad now...

Abruptly his hand is clear, empty space gapes below him and he falls in a heap onto solid ground. Below the vines was a world of gloomy twilight, lit from where he didn't know and he could swear he saw things moving in the darkness out the corner of his eyes.

A low, dangerous chuckle, passes his lips as he brings his arm up to lick at the sap there. He walks deeper into the darkness no longer afraid of anything that could be hiding there, he felt nothing but a burning sense of excitement and belonging.

I'm home...

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Dwaula and Kavilesa; domesticity

This was a roleplay between myself and Karol which started out where there was going to be hanky-panky but first Kavilesa was having none of it, then Dwaula was upset and having none of it. The Dwaula comes home drunk and gets care-giver-y

Edit: also forgot to mention timeline, this takes place during the early years where Dwaula is still a Dreamer

Dwaula had been trying to draw his attention away from his work for an hour or more and he had finally - finally - snapped. He had carefully put down his tools and turned on his slender fire blossom.

"Enough," he growled as he stalked across the distance separating them. "I cannot work while you natter, weed."

"Good." Dwaula replied with an insufferable grin. That had been the whole point really. "So fish-eggs, what's say I drag you kicking and screaming out to a pub somewhere and we start a little fun?" he suggested, not the least intimidated by his Heartwood, placing his hands on his hips and leaning in close

"How about... no?" Was Kavilesa's response. He stopped a mere breath from Dwaula and glared at him, clearly quite put out that his work had been interrupted. "You well know I do not like 'pubs'," he said, lips twisting into a sneer on the word. "Too loud and too many unwashed, dirty bodies. And the stink." He could go on but instead he crossed his arms and glowered from beneath lowered brows at his flame tree.

Dwaula turned his red lips into a pout "Spoil sport." he tilted his head to the side and started to grin again "The stink gives it character, lets you know it's been lived in..." he said trying to rouse a smile to the smouldering face.

"We should do something, I've been pacing around the house waiting for you to move your fine ass for waaaay too long. I'm -bored-." he whined as only he could whine at Kavilesa

The slightly smaller sylvari frowned darkly at Dwaula. He HAD been working on a commission when his fire brand had set about his mission of distraction. He should be punished.

"I suppose there is... SOMETHING... we could do," he said, expression softening and lips turning up slightly. He turned around and started heading for the bedroom.

Dwaula's eyes brightened when Kavi started smiling and those eyes trailed after him as he headed to their bedrom "heheheh, I do love it when you get frisky." he purred as he hurried to catch up.

Once they got there Dwaula crept his hands up the other sylvari's back to his shoulders, leaning in to try and bite gently under Kavi's 'ear'

A small - very, very small - sound escaped Kavi's lips before he could clamp down on it and he rolled his head back to peer at Dwaula. This was not punishment.

"Get on the bed," he said, his voice tightly controlled once more.

A soft chuckle escaped the rogue when he managed to pull that sound from the Stoic Stump.

Grinning in a very self satisfied manner Dwaula skipped around Kavilesa and practically leapt onto the bed, facing Kavi and loosely crossing his legs in front of him, looking up at him happily

Kavilesa watched Dwaula skip about, his smile growing a fraction. He sauntered over to his flame tree and climbed onto the bed before him. "Lay down," he murmured, pressing Dwaula square in the chest with one hand.

He leaned forward to try and steal a kiss from the other before complying, never the sort to take simple direction in bed without adding a bit to it. After one attempt, however successful, he laid back, grin never leaving his face

The kiss stolen, Kavilesa's smile widened into a grin now that his heart wood lay sprawled supine upon the bed. He straddled his fire blossom's hips and then reached up and behind the bed. With one swift movement he secured a crude iron manacle about the thief's left wrist. While the shock was just setting in, he did the same with Dwaula's other wrist and sat back, smile wide

Dwaula blinked dumbly at the manacle. He hadn't been expecting that.

A slightly confused look crossed his face as he looked back at Kavi and his now wide smile.

"...uh Kaviar? I can't touch you if my hands are tied." he said, stating the obvious as if it were something his heartwood had forgotten ".....where did you even get those?" he asked a moment later

"I MADE them," the dark sylvari smugly declared, "for just such an occasion as this." He looked around the room and, spying what he was looking for, got off his dear heart and fetched one of the pairs of noble ladies underthings his little thief had stolen. He returned, smile triumphant, and forced the wadded cloth into Dwaula's mouth.

"Now, you just sit here and wait until I've finished what I was working on."

Dwaula started to get a put out look as soon as Kavi got off of him, which only turned to one of shock and soon to be cut off protest as he came back with the underthings

"Wha-HEY! MMMPHH!" He actually -glared- at Kavilesa from his position before he started working to spit the panties out, struggling to get himself into a sitting position.

He was not impressed with this sudden turn.

"Don't make me tie that in, Dwaula," Kavi threatened as he turned and sauntered from the room. "I'll be back shortly."

Dwaula growled as he was able to sit enough to help him spit the gag out.

"Your 'shortly' takes HOURS!" the thief protested at the jewellers back, pout almost audible in his voice, waiting only a moment for Kavi to leave before he started trying to twist his way out.

As in all things made by Kavi the manacles had not been done cheaply. The locks were intricate and they fit fairly snugly around Dwaula's wrists... almost as if they had been made specifically for him.

Lucky for Dwaula Kavilesa's 'shortly' this time did indeed prove to be quite short. The soot black sylvari returned after only a half hour or so.

Dwaula was sitting at the head of the bed, leafy mohawke dishevelled from struggling and waiting in boredom. He turned a very unhappy look at his heartwood.

"Take. Them. Off."

"Of course, fire blossom," said Kavilesa even as he shed his leafy clothing as he neared the bed. He settled himself beside his flame tree and lovingly removed the left manacle, pressing his lips to bruised and grazed skin, dark tongue darting out to taste of Dwaula's sap

Dwaula pursed his lips as he felt Kavilesa's lips and tongue on the raw skin of his wrist. It felt odd.

"That wasn't funny." he said, feeling it needed emphasis.

"Really?" Kavilesa murmured, tongue passing over the abrasions again and again. "I thought it was HILARIOUS." He reached up and undid the other manacle then and treated its released wrist with the same attention.

Lost as he was in doing so he forgot himself a little and teeth grazed against tender skin before he realises what he was doing. He tensed for a moment and then pressed an apologetic kiss to the swollen skin.

Dwaula pouted "Do you have any idea how -DULL- this room is when you're the only one IN it?" he started to argue "That wasn't fair, I just wanted us to have some fun ahh!" he hissed in surprise as he felt Kavi's teeth on his sore skin, instinctively trying to pull away and blinking at his lover.

"Apologies," Kavi murmured although what he was apologising FOR was certainly not Dwaula's boredom. He kissed his ember petal's wrist again and looked up at him sorrowfully. "You just taste so GOOD." He smiled and began to kiss and nibble his way up Dwaula's forearm. "I just want to gobble you all up."

Frowning the thief pushed Kavilesa away with a hand on his forehead.

“Yeah, well you can just gobble yourself up for the rest of the night.” Dwaula grumbled, getting up from the bed and going for his coat which was slung haphazardly over a chair.

He wasn't usually rebuffed and he wasn't sure he liked the feeling but if Dwaula was going to go out he could get his hands on the gift he had been crafting for him lately. "Of course," he said, falling back on his elbows. "Don't spend too much time with that..." He paused and his lips turned down ever so slightly. "That charr."

Dwaula spun on Kavilesa as he slipped on his coat, looking back at him with a scowl.

“-That Charr- doesn't tie me up and leave me.” he snapped “When I was just trying to do something nice for you.”

He started to storm out pausing at the doorway “I might be out -all night- with -that Charr- so don't wait up.”

If their rooms in the Grove had doors he would have slammed them.

Shrugging of his heart wood's sudden turn of mood - dreamers, unpredictable as summer storms - Kavilesa pushed himself up and then padded back into his work room, naked. He settled down in front of the table, stroked the bioluminescent globe of a plant into a bright glow and withdrew a dagger from a hidden compartment in his work bench. Then he set to work.

The scarlet Sylvari stumbled back in in the small hours of the next morning, smelling of ale and sporting several bracelets which he had not had when he left. Groaning slightly and rubbing his eyes he started wandering the house for Kavilesa.

The sound of Dwaula returning startled Kavilesa out of his reverie and he hurriedly covered his project with a cloth then got to his feet to find his fire blossom. "You're drunk," he observed when he found the other sylvari going through the rooms of their house.

Dwaula looked over at Kavi for a moment , swaying slightly before he seemed to understand “Yes! I am.” he confirmed, walking up to the other and reaching up, cupping his face and leaning in for a kiss.

While he didn't generally approve of drinking to excess, but if it meant he was apparently forgiven than he could find it within his heart to let it go. He smiled slightly. "Did you have your fun?" he asked softly.

Dwaula drew back nodding with a smile before one of the hands holding Kavi's face drew back and delivered a firm slap.

“You haven't eaten since lunch have you?” Drunk Dwaula was... odd.

Kavilesa reeled back in surprise, a hand going up to his stinging cheek. He stared at Dwaula with widened rose coloured eyes - what the hell? "I... may not have eaten... since breakfast," he admitted more because he was surprised by the slap than anything else.

The rogue seemed to growl, face scrunching up in a frown before he reached for Kavilesa's free hand to better drag him to the kitchen.

“Well you wont come out so you're just gonna have whatever we have in the house.” he said, slurring slightly.

"But..." protested Kavilesa. He was probably 20 kilograms heavier than his flame tree and if he wanted he could have just dug his heels in but he was so flustered by Dwaula's current state that he let himself be dragged about like a - like a child.

"But I'm not hungry, Dwaula," he finally managed to say, voice displaying just how flustered he was.

“Well you bloody well should be you nut!” he said, exasperated as he lead Kavilesa into the kitchen and sat him down in a chair, pushing him down with hands on his shoulders. With a slightly unfocused look that nevertheless said you-better-not-get-up he turned for their pantry and started rummaging through.

Eventually he turned back with arms full of bread, dried meat, cheese and carrot. A few moments later a close approximation to a sandwich, though looking as hurriedly put together as it was was shoved in front of the burned stump.

“Eat it.”

Helplessly Kavi looked between Dwaula and the abomination he was calling a sandwich. "Dwaula," he said in the most placating voice he could manage, "I'm really not hungry." And, hitting upon a bright idea, "do you want me to ruin my appetite for breakfast?"

Dwaulas frown seemed to deepen as he grabbed a chair, faced it backwards and straddled it so he could cross his arms over the back.

“You didn't eat lunch OR dinner. You're HUNGRY you just don't THINK you are.” he snapped before the motion of his own head got to him and he had to still a moment to focus.

Something about Dwaula in this mood... Kavilesa couldn't put his finger on it but something about it was oddly attractive. Sighing softly, he picked up the sandwich and, locking eyes with Dwaula, gingerly took a bite of the monstrosity...

...only to discover he was ravenous. He had sincerely thought that he wasn't but the first bite of that sandwich must have kick started something because he scoffed it down hurriedly after that.

Dwaula's lips spread into a grin seeing his Heartwood finally eating, and finishing the whole thing at that. He knew he had been right, of course he was.

“See? I toooold you.” he said “If you'd just come out we could have had something real nice but nooooooooo.”

Because Dwaula was drunk and because he was fairly sure his fire blossom wouldn't remember in the morning he nodded. "Yes," he said, "you are right." And because drunk Dwaula was oddly arousing he pulled the other sylvari close - the chair rocking forward dangerously - and kissed him.

"You should be more demanding," he murmured against Dwaula's lips.

He made a surprised noise as Kavi pulled him into a kiss, nearly loosing his balance over the table.

“Nnngh. Ok. Don't tie me up like that again.” he growled before leaning in for another kiss, before pulling back to laugh helplessly because he could taste the meat and cheese still in the others mouth.

"Nice try," the burned stump said with a chuckle. Smiling, he watched Dwaula laugh and then he eyes lit up when he realised something. He was still naked...

"Well," he said as he stood up, "I think I'm going to go to bed." He stretched his arms up above his head, muscles rippling beneath dark skin-like bark. He pivoted around on the ball of his foot and sauntered from the kitchen but not before smiling invitingly at his drunken partner.

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A question for Dwaula: what's the strangest thing you've ever done? Not strange as in socially unusual, but strange to you.

“This actually took a while to think about.

I mean I’ve done some weird shit, but that was all on purpose so doesn’t really count for this question.

But the weirdest thing I found myself doing that wasn’t orchestrated on purpose?

Helping Sootpaw with his aunts farm. That was just…. yeah, birds and cows everywhere and not being there just to mess with them but actually, like, feeding them and cleaning up after them and seeing Sootpaw doing it to! Thorns that was weird.

I guess it might not make sense if you didn’t know Sootpaw.

Cause he was like, Mr Serious Exterior guy, who had a great sense of humour but you only saw it from this quiet smirk on his face while he watched other people do goofy shit?

And then seeing him with a huge chicken in his hands and shovelling cow dung?

I kid you not; I thought I had smoked something and was having a tripped out dream.”

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RP Log: Dwaula

Dwaula sat back on his haunches, five feet away from his diminutive captive. The Asura had struggled at first, before it became apparent that the razor wire that bound him to the tree would cut through his flesh far faster than the wood.

“Now, we're going to do a little Experiment, you little rats like experiments don't you?”

Was what Dwaula tried to say. What he actually said was something more along the lines of

“Ow, wehre hoin ho ho a hi-l iughle e Exerhimen, Ou iughle raghs ihke Exerhimens ohn ou?”

He explained, in his currently limited way that the experiment was to see how well the Asura could understand him with his tongue half cut out. There would be a quiz, the Asura would not like it if he got the answers wrong.

He told the Asura, he didn't care for its name, about how he was finally back in Celedon after all these years. He couldn't wait to look up old friends... and make new ones. Kavilesa had picked out the Court to approach, as he usually did. He had a better head for such things and the rogue was ready to admit that.

He wished that once, just once though, that they could find a Court that didn't have such a stick up it's members nether regions over etiquette. He could play the part... mostly. He'd certainly gotten better at the M'lords and remembering titles and giving what other people took as respect. Which was not to say he didn't respect higher members of the court, he just didn't think he needed to conduct himself as if he were at a tea party to show it. They were here to terrify people and spread the truth of Nightmare... not prepare High Tea!

Then again maybe he just needed to cosy up to members who weren't the Margrave of Pride... that might have something to do with it. The two he had met with Kavi while out in the wilds seemed more easy going, Valdimar and Sage. They seemed at least to not be quite so up tight.

Pride on the other hand... just when it seemed they were getting along he had to go and take such offence over such a little thing. It seemed he couldn't even point out the ridiculousness of his Heartwoods aside; that he should wait for him before taking part in a ceremony, without the Margrave biting his head off.... or in this case taking out Kavilesa's eyes.

Even if the burned out stump was perfectly calm and accepting of the punishment Dwaula's heart had skipped a beat, he didn't know the Margraves habits nearly as well as he would like to be comfortable not knowing what he'd wanted to do to him. And then making him take part...

*

He paused in his telling flicking the knife through the air to embed itself in the tree above the Asura's head, the sharp blade slicing through scalp on its way.

“Oh cahm -own, ighs usgh ah cugh.” he chastised the screaming thing before continuing his telling.

*

He liked hurting Kavi, he enjoyed giving him the gift of pain and watching his stoic front crumble... to hear him gasp and cry out and beg for more... but he was getting distracted. It was different having the Margrave force him to do it. And he hadn't liked it. Nor had he liked the Margrave so obviously try to instil jealousy in him, he didn't worry with feelings of jealousy over Kavi for he knew where his affections lay only too well, and if Kavi ever did want the affections of another he knew it wouldn't be at his expense. But it was that the Margrave was trying to do it just to rile him after doing that that had bothered him.

Now his precious Heartwoods eyes were gouged out and had to grow back, he'd had some silk with him that he'd been able to bind the wounds with before going to speak with Aeskyleus. Kavilesa still wanted to see about being transferred from Truth to Prides garden, the Margrave had requested, but Dwaula could tell Kavi's high opinion of the Margrave also hadn't changed in the least. The Knight Oversear also agreed to give Kavi some needed healing, in his own unique way.

The Margrage had returned again after that and he'd somehow managed to irritate the man again, simply by talking. So they had engaged in a little training through questions, a little test the rogue at least knew the rules of. Who did he belong to? Kavilesa of course, but that wasn't the right answer and he knew that much. While he certainly considered himself as belonging to Nightmare, he belonged to Kavi in a different sense, it was he who had lead him into Nightmare, body and soul. But he knew what he was meant to say and for once Pride seemed satisfied, if somewhat frustrated.

Until Kavi had to push him. Dwaula may have been the one with the reputation for being a stirrer, so much that some people tended to overlook Kavi's propensity for poking and prodding.

And so here he was

waiting for his tongue to grow back from the stump it had been reduced to.

*

“fo, eghs fee whagh we have earmed?”

Turns out the Asura had been keeping quite rapt attention. Dwaula sighed dramatically and stood up , retrieving his dagger.

“I-I got it right! You have to let me go now! ...right?”

Dwaula raised an eyebrow as an amused grin spread across his face, a soft chuckle passing his lips. Stupid little rat, what did I ever say about letting you go? he thought to himself before taking out his pistol and firing a shot between the Asuras bulbous eyes. A quicker death then he would have liked, but fair was fair....

I wonder if the hounds back at the den would like to fight over some ears?

[anemochory]

Dwaula and his old teacher Islvyn back about 8 years ago. They seem to have gotten along quite well

Ha

Hahaha ......