#lucentlycanthrope

[drunkenworgen]

Is there some element you regret adding to Gin or her story?

As a whole, no.  Everything I’ve added to her or her story has made her who she is today, and I love my idiot.  There are things I didn’t necessarily add to her that just kind of happened that sometimes - yeah - I regret.  For example, she is a very unlucky worgen that gets shot at for no reason, but I’ve learned to roll with it (so long as you communicate OOC with me).

On occasion, I do regret making her seem stand-offish at first, but then I don’t get the people that actually stick around to get to know the Gilnean underneath all that booze.  (Call out post time @terrick-ebonsteed, @areniaagn, @brashtide-menace, @jazimina, @dunnedinsniper, @naitdresden, @lyistelleebonsteed, @lucentlycanthrope, @marlett, @wiedaashcroft, @mally-the-gladiator, @boilingheart…and many more as well as the Tumblrless Aldai and Fizzrikk.  You all write/have written very important people in Gin’s life - good or bad - and I appreciate you very much for letting my idiot cherish your muses in her life.  ♥️ )

So, no.  As a whole, I don’t regret anything I’ve added to Gin or her story.  It is what makes Gin…Gin.

[redheadrecon]

Fiends

It had been a while since new blood had cycled into the Echo Team. Soldiers were leery of it, for good reason. It seemed cursed with death and injury. The more experienced snipers on the team knew it better. It was the job, not a curse. But it still took forever to bring in someone new.

The new blood, a man with platinum blond hair and bright blue eyes, didn’t have a call name yet. He had been a soldier a little while, but only just been transferred into the sharpshooter divisions. Eagle had suggested to the others ‘Wolf’ because of how striking, steely, and wild his gaze was. They came to start calling him ‘Ghost’. They reasoned it out to her. He said little, but was always there, even if it took a moment to see him.

Once they had settled him in, Echo Team got a fairly typical assignment. Fiends were crawling too close to the city, too close to the airport-base McCarran. Hopkins, Godfrey, and Lizard spent time going over a map. They came over to the other soldiers and hashed out their plan. Simple plan, usual plan; set up high, take down the low lives.

The hike out was punctuated with questions, answered by grunts. The more experienced members didn’t have much to offer ‘Ghost’. He already seemed to get it, his questions often answered themselves. Eagle was assigned to work with him. She did most of the answering in positive grumbles.

When they broke off to their perch, Eagle spent a moment clearing a space. She was left-handed. He was not. The space she needed was different than what he was used to doing. They hunkered down in the blazing sun, waiting on the mirror flashes. They discussed why ‘Ghost’ joined the military, why Eagle did, and what the plan was. Eagle explained with some pointers. The man had spotted before, thankfully.

When Lizard and Godfrey flashed their mirrors, Eagle returned a sparkle to them. She nudged her partner.

“See if you can see somethin’, we’re gonna start.”

“‘Kay.” said a gruff voice. He spent a moment panning the gravel. “‘s one.” He relayed the position. “Looks like someone I used t’ know.”

“D’you want t’ do the honours, then?”

“Nah. Can we go down there later, though?”

“If the LT says we can, sure.”

The gore of the battlefield didn’t take as long to settle out into dust and blood as ‘Ghost’ thought it would. Guns were efficient at their job. Too efficient sometimes. He set the binoculars back on his pack and went off to ask Lizard and the LT about seeing some of the bodies. Eagle tagged along. She had a look on her face that spoke volumes to the others. Something had been said up in their perch that had the redhead Recon soldier acting like a mother hen. It wasn’t an often thing for her.

The LT and Lizard debated quietly for a moment, then gave the okay. Eagle nodded and guided the other soldier out into the remnants of chaos.

After a few moments of picking across the rubble, Eagle spoke up. The new guy had been standing, kicking gravel awkwardly over a body for a couple moments before turning away.

“Well, was it her?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. She had changed.” The way he said it made Eagle’s heart drop. She had been there before.

“Still.”

“I’m not mad. Disappointed that she went that way. Not mad. Not mad at you either.”

“Still.” She insisted.

“Let’s go. Got another assignment tomorrow, don’t we?”

“Right.” The man walked by her as she replied. She reached up and gave him a gentle pat on the back before walking with him. Eagle opened her mouth to say something more when ‘Ghost’ raised his hand.

He gave her a sad smile as she hesitated.

“I know.”

[archmage--khadgar]

"I’ve heard stories about you..."

“Hopefully, all good ones.”

[drunkenworgen]

Return

They were up before the sun rose, both parents getting their children up and ready to go before worrying about themselves.

“Mum-ma,” a sleepy Rose muttered while her brother rubbed at his eyes.

“Yer gonna go with daddy fer a bit,” Gin muttered, pausing as she finished buckling the straps to her leather shoulder piece.  “Both you an’ yer brother.  Somewhere fun, yeah?”  She bent down, scooping up both children in her arms to snuggle them.  “Ah’ve jus’ gotta run a quick errand, then we’ll all ‘ave a nice lil’ family vacation, yeah?”

Gin stood, handing the twins to their father just as Finnegan fluttered over to his perch on her left shoulder.  “Stay safe, love,” she muttered the words against his lips before picking up her pack.  “Four days.”

“Four days,” he repeated as she shouldered her pack.

Once more, she took off, soaring through the skies on the back of her rylak, Finnegan flying along nearby.  While much slower than portal travel, the flight itself should only take the day, landing on the edge of the country before making her way to the Ebonsteed lands.  The cover of nightfall would make it easier for her to sneak into the city, but also more dangerous.

One stop was all she granted herself, long enough to eat something and rest for a bit, stopping in the forests of Loch Modan.  “...go t’th’estate t’nigh’, Finnegan, we’ll worry ‘bout th’rest tomorrow.”

The black raven pulled his head from under his wing as his mistress spoke, letting out a soft caw in response.  She’d found a secluded clearing, leaning her back against a tree as Fluffy rested nearby, chewing on some unfortunate rams he’d found.  “Be nice t’sleep in an estate, yeah?  Too bad ‘s run down, would loved t’see - ‘ey, stop tha’, yer beak ‘s sharp.”

The raven had nipped at her ear, beginning to hop about on her shoulder as he noticed the white raven resting on a nearby tree branch.  And ravens - while not uncommon - were not usually white in the wild, the mutation making them a bright beacon for predators to come find.  Gin immediately stopped talking as she noticed it, staring at the unusual eyes on the creature.  Violet eyes.  She resumed eating, acting as if she’d noticed nothing as she repacked the rylak’s saddle and took to the skies once more.

“Still followin’ us, Finn?”

An answering caw from the bird, atop his special perch on the rylak’s neck armor.

“Figures,” she muttered, urging the flying beast onward.

The white raven struggled to keep up, her wings flapping as hard as she could to try and keep up with the large beast.  She was clearly exhausted, but determined not to let the woman out of her sight.  There was a moment through the Wetlands that Gin thought she lost the second raven, only to have it reappear moments later, sluggishly beating its wings.

There were no more stops in her journey, the sun getting lower and lower as she got closer to Silverpine Forest.  The plan now was to lead the bird to Pyrewood and hopefully locate  some form of cage and blindfold.  If she was correct in her assumptions - while the bird was a natural bird - those eyes held Void magics in the them.

It didn’t take long to reach Silverpine, making sure to land far enough away from from the town that she could remain somewhat hidden.  And as if on cue, the fluttering of wings was heard behind her, followed by a flash of white.  Again, Gin gave no indication that she knew she was being watched, simply beginning to search through some of the houses.  What she was looking for was unclear, but she was clearly searching for something.

The pale raven would be able to keep her in sight until she entered the chapel.  Every other building had taken her only a few minutes to search while this one seemed to be taking longer.  The white raven let out an annoyed and tired sounding caw, hopping around on her perch.  What was taking the woman so long?

The answer came shortly after as a bag was placed over raven’s head, quickly flipping her over and tying the end.  Gin was rewarded with angry and tired caws of protest, fighting against the damp, musty smelling sack weakly.

“At’s right, y’bastard, y’get t’come with me,” Gin muttered, pulling a small needle from the special pouch on her belt.  This one was tipped in a mild sleeping potion, enough to knock the bird out long enough for Gin to blindfold and cage it.  There was a quick jab at the flailing bag, waiting until it stopped moving before removing the bag.  “Hmph, who’s bird’re you, then?”  She didn’t take time to contemplate, using a bandage to wrap around the bird’s eyes before locking it in a metal cage she’d found.

“C’mon, Finnegan...we can still make it t’th’estate ‘fore nightfall if we ‘urry.”

( @terrick-ebonsteed, @areniaagn, @lucentlycanthrope, @confessor-caleb. @dear-dark-sister for plot purposes)

[drunkenworgen]

Searching

(From an RP between @terrick-ebonsteed and I as Gin deals with whatever Void corruption is lurking within her.)

A portal from the Mage Quarter to the Blasted Lands, followed by a quick flight to the coast and she was home.  Her mind was racing as she practically burst through the door, quickly vaulting over packed crates and past a confused and shirtless Terrick to get to the stairs.  There was a key she was looking for, to her father’s shop.  Not that she really expected it to still be locked after all these years, but...just in case.  The woman was so preoccupied in her search that she didn’t notice her husband follow her up the stairs, broken out of her stupor by the sound of the ice in his whiskey.

“What’s up, lass?”  He blinked a few times, clearly confused and concerned seeing his wife in such a state, his brow raising higher.

Gin remained silent at first, letting out a soft grunt as she stood, clutching the key to herself.  “Ah don’...righ’ly know,” she muttered, turning her gaze towards him.  Where he had clearly been relaxing at home, Gin was still dressed in her field armor, and he may be able to detect a small hint of Shadows still clinging to her.  “There wus an issue on Argus...sent me ‘ome.  Go’ back t’Stormwind an’ some bastard asked me ‘bout m’sister an’ tried t’...dunno, actually.”  Her frown only deepened as she spoke, her hands moving up to rub at her temples.

Terrick took a moment as he processed what she was saying, polishing off his whiskey before slamming his dagger into the table, next to the countless other marks from the same actions.  Still silent, he removed the Uncrowned insignia from his belt - the one marking him as an assassin for Raveholdt - before stepping towards his wife.  A rough, scarred hand reached out to her, cupping her cheek, a rather comforting feeling for her.  “Your sister is dead,” he muttered, placing a soft kiss to her forehead as he wrapped his free arm around her back.

“Argus is a place where a lot is goin’ on, I have no place there, but...I am glad yer back, love.  I missed ye.”  His tone was soft, his words sincere and heartfelt as he frowned as well.  “Sit an’ tell me whot troubles ye, my dove.”  His crimson eyes - duller than usual - swirled with magics similar to the Shadows, though his curse had been weakening since the days of old, to the point of him beginning to show signs of aging.  Those ebon locks brushed with more grey than before, even his facial hair was beginning to grey.

She sighed, leaning into his touch. “They asked if ah knew someone named Abi...as if they’d spoken t’er recently.”  Sapphire eyes met his red ones, her frown softening slightly. “An’...wot ‘appened on Argus wus...Terrick, ah ‘eard voices as soon as ah stepped foot on Mac’aree.  Loud voices ‘at no one else could ‘ear.”  She sat on the bed now, head in her hands.  “Dunno wot y’know ‘bout Argus, but Mac’aree ‘s pretty...consumed by th’Void.”

The man scowled at the mention of the Void, his eyes softening some as he ran his fingers through his hair, ending with a curl of her locks.  “I love ye, bu’ th’Void is a troublesome thing,” he spoke softly before leaning into her for a quick kiss.  “You cannot give intae it.  Yer a strong, lass, an’ I believe in ya.  Remember I used tae struggle with the same plague upon me.”  As he spoke, his left pupil sparked to life with a certain darkness: a clouded Shadow aura, a marker to remind him of Terror and what that part of him had done.  “The Void is a scar.  Ya simply hafta treat it with a certain...care.”  His eyes closed as he moved to press his head against hers.”  “Ye either hafta cut it out or seek out aid of those who wield th’Light.”

Gin breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent as she memorized everything she could about him.  “...ah need t’go ‘ome.  ‘Ome- ‘ome.  Gilneas.  Jus’ fer a lil’ bit, an’ ah don’ plan on goin’ back t’Argus ‘til this is all sorted,” her arms wrapped around him as she spoke, sighing softly.  “Love, ah know ‘s dangerous, an’ yet ah still married ya.”  A sad attempt at humor to lighten the mood.

“This...wusn’ th’firs’ time ah’ve ‘eard voices, jus’ th’loudest,” she murmured.  There was a long pause, in which Gin simply held him, fingers tracing over scars.  “Ah need ya...t’do me a favor.  Ah promise ah’ll be quick an’ careful, bu’ please -” she tilted her head to look up at him - “ah dunno who is tryna follow me or why, bu’ ah need ya t’take th’twins an’ jus’...go somewhere safe fer a bit.  Ah don’ wanna know where.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked down at her.  “You don’ need tae do this alone, ye got a husban an’ two lovin’ chil’ns,” his tone held a slight bit of irritation to it.  “Ye don’ need tae go back tae Argus, eitha,” he grumbled.  He was rather upset at the thought of his wife coming home from a different planet, only to be leaving again for parts unknown.  “The Forsaken forces are still in tha’ area.”

“An’ ah’ve snuck past ‘em Light knows ‘ow many times,” her voice was almost pleading with him as she stared into his eyes.  “Terr, ah promise...ah won’ try an’ tackle this alone, bu’ ah can’ lose ya or them.”  As she continued speaking, her tone grew more urgent.  “Ah...this part - jus’ this part - ah need t’do alone.  ‘S easier fer me t’sneak in by m’self, an’ ah jus’...ah canno’ lose ya like ah los’ Charli!” Sheshouted the last half of her sentence, before pressing her head to his chest.  “If ah don’ know where ya are, then no one else can find out.  An’ ah promise ah will be safe, Terr.  Me ‘avin’ you an’ th’twins ‘s th’exact reason why ah need ya safe.”

Slowly, the man reached into the pouch he usually carried his poisons in, pulling out another, moreornate looking key.  “This wos from m’brother, Drix,” his tone was dark as he turned to look at Gin.  “It’s tae the tower at the Ebonsteed estate, if’n ya need a place secure to rest,” he sighed heavily, sorrow in his eyes as he looked at her.

“I trust ye...I trust ye with my life.”  As he continued speaking, his tone darkened again, reminiscent of when they had first met and he was more Terror than Terrick.  “If’n ya get intae trouble?  Use that connection with tha Void tae contact me - well...not me,” he placed a hand against his bare chest.  “The me within.  He’s still dormant, but ya can mos’ likely reach him.”

Taking the key, she’d place it in her own pouch, a look of relief washing over her face.  “Ah’ll try no’ t’use it,” she replied, lacing her fingers with his.  “Th’connection, ah mean.  An’ ah promise...ah’ll be quick.  Ah jus’ need t’look fer somethin’ in m’da’s shop.  Keep them out o’sigh’...safe.”  Her gaze turned to to the twins’ room, eyeing it sadly.  She’d give anything to ensure they grew up safe...with their parents.  “Ah love ya, Terr.”

“Ah love ya, too, dove.”  His eyes closed as he took his wife’s hand to his lips, kissing the back of it lovingly.  “Ye don’ have ta worry about them, I’ve got safehouses,” his voice trailed off as the stood in silence for a few moments, before he let out a soft sigh.  “Ah’ll miss ya, love...they’ll miss ya.”

Her response was a simple nod, at first, still looking towards the door to the twins’ room.  “Ah miss ya all th’bloody time,” she muttered.

“Four days,” she whispered against him.  “Four days, an’ if yeh’ve no’ ‘eard from by then, then come find me, yeah?”

“I will, and I will find you,” his voice held a grim tone as he spoke, his eyes flourishing to life as his curse coursed through his veins.  “I love ya.”

( @areniaagn, @lucentlycanthrope, @dear-dark-sister, @confessor-caleb for plot things.)

[drunkenworgen]

☕ - Reassuring shoulder squeeze/not quite one-armed-hug.

My muse is feeling touch-starved.

(Accepting!)

The woman was paying more attention to her maps than her surroundings, still learning the layout of Argus.  She jumped feeling Kairon’s grasp on her shoulder, ready to shout at whoever was bothering her before realizing who it was.

“Kai…don’ bloody sneak up on me like tha’.”

( @lucentlycanthrope )

[drunkenworgen]

Positive message? Hugs count, right? *HUGS* You're cool, keep being awesome. Much wuggin, very boof.

Positive messages

Squawks awkwardly and flops onto dog.  Thank you, friendo.  ♥️

( @lucentlycanthrope )

[drunkenworgen]

Kairon

Kairon peered at what he was drinking, then glanced at Gin. "I think ya' know what I mean."

“Wot, d’ya mean feelin’ like yer bein’ watched constantly?  Why d’ya think ah’ve go’ five rylaks?  Five, Kai.”

( @lucentlycanthrope )

[drunkenworgen]

@lucentlycanthrope‘s actual worgen form is just a huge Pomeranian.

[drunkenworgen]

"I'm never alone."

PTSD Starters

(Accepting!)

Gin’s brow rose, pausing as she moved to light her cigarette.  “ ‘Ow’s tha’, then?”

( @lucentlycanthrope )

[drunkenworgen]

Then: Big scary dog, beware teef. Now: Angry puppy, but very cool.

Your First Impression of Me vs Impression of Me Now (Anonymous or Not)

Gin has little dog syndrome, except she can turn into a much larger dog with sharper teeth.

The mun also has little dog syndrome, except I am not a werewolf.

( @lucentlycanthrope )

[drunkenworgen]

[Butterfly. Starters using music? aw ye.]

Send me a εїз for a lyric starter

(Accepting!)

Gin, leaned on her elbows, cigarette between her fingers.  She gave a brief glance up as Kairon approached, nodding in acknowledgement of him.  They remained in silence for a few moments before Gin sighed.  “D’ya know wot’s worth fightin’ fer…when ‘s no’ worth dyin’ fer…?”

( @lucentlycanthrope )

[drunkenworgen]

*takes away her booze for the punch prompt*

Gin punches Kai in the…forearm.  Small Gin is small.   “Why y’gotta go an’ do tha’ fer!?”

( @lucentlycanthrope )

[drunkenworgen]

Wildvine

Herbalism OC asks

(Accepting!)

Wildvine: What was the last thing your OC laughed about?

“Prob’ly somethin’ one o’ tha twins did, really, bu’ ah…righ’ so, Jayce wus bein’ question an’ h wus there ‘cause…well ‘e called me ta ‘elp, so ah showed up.  Who better ta ‘elp with an interrogation from a guard than a former guard, aye?  Anyway, ah wus…no’ ‘elpful.  Guard asked Jayce somethin’ ‘bout bein’ skilled in th’art o’ stealth an’ ah replied tha’ ah’d ‘onestly never seen ‘im use stealth.”  Gin tries to keep a straight face for as long as possible before snorting to herself.  “Oh, c’mon, ‘at wus funny!”

( @lucentlycanthrope, @sir-jaycelin for mentions )

[drunkenworgen]

RIP Gin...again

Send “RIP” and I’ll write a drabble of my Muse dying.

(Accepting!  Not canon.  TW: blood, death.  Apologies this is short!  @lucentlycanthrope​ )

She was on her knees, on the cobbled streets of Stormwind. Her chest hurt.  Why did her chest hurt?

Fizz was laughing maniacally as the guard rushed over, knocking him to the ground.

“I told you, Ebonsteed!”

Told her what?  Why did her chest hurt, why was, her hand warm, wet...and...oh.

Oh.  Oh, shit.  He’d actually done it this time.  The bullet had gone through her chest.  One hand pressed to the wound, trying in vain to keep her blood from spilling out, the other had fallen to the ground in an attempt to keep herself from falling completely to the ground.

“Ma’am?  Ma’am, are you alright?”

“Chest ‘urts…”

“You’ve been shot, ma’am...”

“Major.”  Out of habit, she corrected the speaker, breathing becoming more difficult as she felt blood begin to fill her lungs.  Each gasp was wet, painful, and useless.

“Call a healer!  Major, stay with me.”

“Bloody -” another gurgling breath as she found herself on the ground - “gn-gnome.”

“WHERE’S THE BLASTED HEALER!?”

Gin rolled her head to look at the gnome, now being held down by a few guards, his hands pinned behind his back.  “The reckoning has come, Ebonsteed.”

“F-fuck off...S-Silvertap.”

He cackled maniacally as Gin drew her final breaths, her blood staining the streets of Stormwind for the final time.  “Y-yer a...l-lousy shot…”

[drunkenworgen]

Word association: Fur

“Jackson.”

( @lucentlycanthrope )