Gift
talemberforge

I’ve gotten plenty of gifts from men, and a few from women like the robe from Nemeore. But other than that one, there are few that I still have and fewer still that see any use.

One large exception however, is one beautiful and practical gift given to me by a man I favored at two different times in my life. When we first met, it was under an alias. It was my first time back in Silvermoon in years and I couldn’t be sure if my crimes, official and otherwise, had been forgotten with the fall of the city.

I liked to refer to him as my favorite mistake. I’d caught the favor and attentions of quite the honorable man, a good catch, a true white knight. Until I betrayed him in the arms of a Row Rat that had just been hired to help brutally interrogate me.

It was surprising to see those hands go from cutting open a sleeve of leather and threatening to break my arm, to wrapping sensually around my throat and later, stoking my hair oh-so-affectionately.

In our brief first fling, we spent a lot of time together and Adokul showered me with gifts and affection. One of those, was a tattooing kit so fine I wasn’t sure if he stole it, or sold his soul for it. The metal of the tools was an impressive deep burnished purple- or well, violet, like the word engraved down the side of the main tool in the kit. Private color-coded nicknames that we never used again.

Unlike, the tools themselves. I’ve continued to use them and kept them in top shape. My only regret was that I nevet got to use them on the man who gave the gift.

Hope.
meladasunstriker

I took a long look around the new city, breathing it in. There was fire and hot iron, rushing water and frying meats. The wide dirt roads were packed with people but nary a one were elves.

Heavily armed orc warriors patrolled the city, burly men shouting to sell their wares who were not infrequently out-shouted by almost equally burly women peddling wares of their own.

There were numerous trolls as well, a source of mixed feelings early on. But the Darkspear were our allies, just as the orcs were and I knew that before long I’d find pleasure in the scent of their earthy incense and musk and the sound of their language and music.

The tauren seemed almost aloof, apart from the other denizens of Orgrimmar. They were certainly less numerous but mostly, I learned, because their own capitol wasn’t far.

The bustle and life of the new city and it’s new opportunities helped to dull the losses suffered in my homeland, by myself, by all of us. For those that remained, this was our new dawn.

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velothusfireheart:


Velothus walked through the door and into the room. He looked around curiously. After a very brief moment of taking in the room, he spotted a woman sitting down. “Hello, are you Chaszmyre? I sent a letter about receiving a tattoo of a rune marking I had transferred.” He offered a small smile, stepping closer. “I am. You must be Velothus, it’s a pleasure.” She replied with a bright smile. After brief introduction, Velothus explained to her the work he wanted done. He had a rune marking transferred onto his chest and wanted it tattooed so that it was permanent.
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They rune was easy, something I’ve done dozens of on myself and others. Hearing the reason Velothus wanted the extra boost was hard to hear though. It sent an interesting tone for the evening and I hoped he would succeed in his venture.

velothusfireheart:

Velothus walked through the door and into the room. He looked around curiously. After a very brief moment of taking in the room, he spotted a woman sitting down. “Hello, are you Chaszmyre? I sent a letter about receiving a tattoo of a rune marking I had transferred.” He offered a small smile, stepping closer. “I am. You must be Velothus, it’s a pleasure.” She replied with a bright smile. After brief introduction, Velothus explained to her the work he wanted done. He had a rune marking transferred onto his chest and wanted it tattooed so that it was permanent.

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They rune was easy, something I’ve done dozens of on myself and others. Hearing the reason Velothus wanted the extra boost was hard to hear though. It sent an interesting tone for the evening and I hoped he would succeed in his venture.

Bronvys was right, one of these days I was going to show off a lot more than ink in this get-up on accident, especially with how it doesn’t fit exactly how it did when I got it.
I shrugged though, posing in front of the mirror. “Who cares?” I asked aloud. “It’s my place, I can dress how I want. I happen to like it.”
Pulling down the top a bit, I headed down to make sure Halanth and Nemeore had everything they needed for the event and not long before the details were settled, the man behind the inspiring special request letter arrived.

Bronvys was right, one of these days I was going to show off a lot more than ink in this get-up on accident, especially with how it doesn’t fit exactly how it did when I got it.

I shrugged though, posing in front of the mirror. “Who cares?” I asked aloud. “It’s my place, I can dress how I want. I happen to like it.”

Pulling down the top a bit, I headed down to make sure Halanth and Nemeore had everything they needed for the event and not long before the details were settled, the man behind the inspiring special request letter arrived.

Flight.
kailerathien

"I’m really not sure about this," I told Velivathus, staring imploringly down at him from the wyvern he’d planted me on.

"You’ll be fine," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my knee and smirking up at me. 

"No, I really think you’re underestimating my lack of ability to connect with beasts and-"

But that was all I got out as he gave the creature some word or gesture of urging and we were off. I was lucky to even have the reins in my hands as his powerful leonin legs kicked off the ground and launched us high into the clear sky.

We careened over hills and quilboar, my winged steed plummeting low suddenly to snatch a rabbit right out of its hole. Velivathus was right about one thing, it was pretty intuitive. I pulled on the reins one way, we made an arc that way in the air. After a while, I started to feel pretty confident, free even.

I wheeled Velivathus’ wyvern around, aiming back toward the shore where we’d left the dragoon. Landing though, was apparently a little more involved than just regular flying. 

Luckily it was only a few bruises and a jammed elbow. That and having to spit and sputter red dirt for the rest of the day. I still wasn’t a fan, but I wasn’t afraid anymore either.

ooc side note

at first i was a lil overwhelmed w/all the prompts i got but actually they’ve helped a lot to keep me writing while I try to get through some difficult stuff w/Chasz’ story that’s going on right now

they’ve also been super fun, because each one I challenge myself to try and think up something that hasn’t been explicitly written about before on my blog. so i hope people are enjoying them.

Happiness, Serenity, Magic, Music
iridoria

We stepped inside, unloading our personal bags and looked around. Alisson gave a little giggle as she started pointing at the furnishings. Everything in the lounge was already in place when we got there, the shipping people had really gone above and beyond. 

I moved throughout the main room, touching everything and settling on each piece of furniture. I set up my tools on one of the tables, only to move on to the bar and pour a glass of water. Everything was in its place. Everything was mine. Everything was perfect.

                                              ~

The smell of incense and fish stew filled the room of the lodge, soft thrums of the guitar strings joining it. The air was cool, the atmosphere completely relaxed. I smiled, laying back from my perch on the edge of the bed and reached for one of Adokul’s hands. He smiled back and set the guitar aside to pull me into his lap. 
For once, I think we’re the good guys, we can finally relax and be real and I like that. I like it a lot.

                                              ~

I shuddered as I felt the spark warm up the ink. Andorlien’s father knew what he was doing, that was no secret, not after what I saw with Fetharian. There was more than just art at work and now, I was experiencing it for myself. I looked down and watched the fresh black ink on my wrist pulse with life beneath the skin.

"You’re sure it’s safe?" 

I hadn’t even felt that familiar draw we all know too well, with magic. The weathered elf told me it was because it was indirect contact, he was putting magic into the glyph, not me directly, and for that reason it would always be safe. I felt a small thrill at the idea of being able to wield magic like my peers, in this indirect way, without getting dragged under by it.

The small rune on my wrist was the first of many.

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The soft hum in my ear matched the slow, steady beat of the drums and the female troll’s singing. I listened closely to the words, having some idea of the language to pick some of it up. While my ears and eyes were on her, my hands and hips were matched up with the elven form pressed to my back.

"How often do you have these kinds of story-telling dance parties?" I whispered to Velivathus. 

His rough voice rumbled a soft chuckle into my ear, the warm breath in the cool air making me shiver a bit as we swayed together to the beat.

"On the isle, often. It’s a place that supports expression, you know and we all share a very close bond. No one is shy to dance and sing and tell stories together. We’ve all been through the Bone Trials, we’re all Dancers to the bone, no matter race or status there. Everyone is important," he explained, his strained voice dragging over a few syllables as he spoke quietly.

"It sounds like a wonderful place, Velivathus. I never get tired of hearing stories about it," I whispered back, squeezing his hands and pressing his palms tighter against my thighs as we danced.

"You know you could be a part of it, Chaszmyre. Just say the word, and I can whisk you away to train you for your trials into the Skulldance Clan. You could be one of us. Then this," he took both of my hands, bringing them up and then hugged them against my chest.

"This could be real, this could  be forever. You know the future between us is limited, if you remain separate," he added, pressing a kiss to my ear.

"I know," I whispered back, but said no more. My attention went back to the song being sung. Fitting, it was one of longing for a loved one.

Flight
arcane-effervescence

I didn’t own much back then. I still don’t, not really. After my aunt left, still shaking her head and looking down that straight prim nose of hers, I yanked open the drawers of my dresser and started emptying them onto the floor.

I wasn’t going to wait around to see how they were going to punish me for my ‘involvement’ in the heist. No one would care that I stared down my sword at Azrieln, honestly not sure if I was about to cut him down or let him get away. No one would care that I fought Fendien as hard I could, that our relationship would never be the same because I tried to kill him.

No one would care, or even believe those details because of how it all looked. Because of the matching bands tattooed around my finger and Azrilen’s. No one would believe I had nothing to do with it. I was a stupid woman in love with a young scoundrel and I had a good punishment coming. The higher class did not look fondly upon being attacked from the inside. I’d never work in the city again.

But there was a bigger world outside of Silvermoon and I was ready to find it. I stuffed my bags full and chucked them out onto the roof of the awning over the entry to my aunt’s apartment building. With a last look around the room, I dug into the jewelry box she’d given me, filled with a small assortment of gaudy necklaces she had me wear to the fancy parties. Stuffing them all into my pockets, they’d be a good start. 

I followed my bags out the window and pushed them the last bit of distance to the ground before shimmying down the awning support pole after them.

There were a few hideouts still left in the city that the Blacksuns had nothing to do with. I hoped that Alisson would understand…

When I returned to the lounge, almost like a sign of being on the right track, I noticed there was a letter in the box.

Dear Lady Chaszmyre,
I’ve been told of your expertise in the arts of tattooing. I’ve had a rune transferred onto my chest and I seek it to be tattooed so that it remains a permanent marking upon my body. 
I will pay the highest price for such work to be done and hope that you can schedule me within the week, if possible. Thank you for your time. 
- Velothus Fireheart


It was far from a difficult decision to quickly pen a response, inviting him to join me on the day of our little re-opening promotional party. In the note I suggested he arrive early, to ensure we’d have time to discuss what he needed and get going before a lot of people arrived.
Things seemed suddenly to be coming together and I curled up with images of new fliers dancing in my mind before it all faded into a black and blessedly dreamless sleep. 

When I returned to the lounge, almost like a sign of being on the right track, I noticed there was a letter in the box.

Dear Lady Chaszmyre,

I’ve been told of your expertise in the arts of tattooing. I’ve had a rune transferred onto my chest and I seek it to be tattooed so that it remains a permanent marking upon my body.

I will pay the highest price for such work to be done and hope that you can schedule me within the week, if possible. Thank you for your time. 

- Velothus Fireheart

It was far from a difficult decision to quickly pen a response, inviting him to join me on the day of our little re-opening promotional party. In the note I suggested he arrive early, to ensure we’d have time to discuss what he needed and get going before a lot of people arrived.

Things seemed suddenly to be coming together and I curled up with images of new fliers dancing in my mind before it all faded into a black and blessedly dreamless sleep.