TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The grand feast is held in the Eaglais clearing. The food is good, the music is sweet, and the evening is lit by gentle fairy lights. All Shardbearers of all courts are summoned here under a universal truce for the evening. Nature itself has shaped itself into tables, chairs, and long couches so that the new guests can rest. When they’re ready to call it a night, Shardbearers are brought to their court strongholds in a one-way trip by fairies and imps. 02. NETWORK Take advantage of your Locket! The network can be accessed by any Shardbearer with a locket or shardless characters with enchanted devices, and is a quick way to meet new people and discuss the state of the world. 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld! There are lots of places to go, and plenty of trouble to get into in them!

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[lifebound]

[She is glad to bring him some sense of calm, however small. Of course he's no doubt endured all manner of jabs at his appearance and his own aura, that of decay and destruction, so she won't draw attention it. She maintains an easy-going smile and sets one hand upon his shoulder and the other in his grip and begins to sway along with him. Her body also remembers, it would seem.]

I'm bereft your name, champion. You are from Azeroth, this I know, but the specifics escape me.

[He was, after all, a person, not a thing. And a person deserved a name, dead, living, or otherwise.]

[respired]

[Koltira moves with an agility that belies his heavy armor; his steps are fleet, but precise, as he leads Alexstrasza across the clearing.]

My name is Koltira Deathweaver. Once of Quel'thalas.

[He guides her around the other couples, but he doesn't meet her eyes as he talks. Her hands in his -- they're so warm. The warmest he's ever held.]

[lifebound]

[Ah, Quel'thalas... a tragic tale, indeed. Then again, for as much as she adores her home, Azeroth was rife with such miserable endings for nearly everyone. It only inspires her to love what's living all the more, but it does mean people like Koltira get forgotten about.

Alexstrasza squeezes around his hand reassuringly, as if that could erase all the agony.]

Hail, Koltira Deathweaver. I suppose we can skip my own introductions and my many mouthfuls of titles.

[She tries to joke, tries to keep things light. For what some called a walking corpse, he was remarkably graceful. She admires him openly for it.]

I am glad to meet you, and glad to know another from our world, that we might be allies in this strange journey together.

[respired]

[A ghost of a smile plays across his mouth. She's making an effort, and he appreciates it, but part of him wants to tear away from her and run--he doesn't know where. Legitimately has no idea where he would go. She is simply the most alive person--dragon--he's ever been near, so much that it's affecting the magic that makes up his body. Intrusive thoughts run rampant through his head. He wants his hands on her throat.

But he steels himself. That isn't him; isn't his desire. That's Arthas, and his curse.

Koltira dances, and he murmurs.]

Yes, Dragonqueen, I know you. As do all who walk on Azeroth. But you may not always find yourself so glad to have me here.

[lifebound]

I know what you are.

[Alexstrasza cuts through that doubt, those darker desires, as if she sees them for what they are, plain as day. And she may very well; her eyes shimmer yet seem to offer no further clues. Koltira dances, and she dances with him, smooth as could be as she speaks.]

I know what you are, and I do not fear it. I do not spite you; I do not spurn you.

[The hand upon his shoulder lifts to his face, and there too it warms him. Comforts him.]

Hold your head high about me. Look up with pride to me. In my presence, wear no such shame, and know that I welcome you, as I would any other.

[respired]

[It almost hurts, this near intolerable gentleness; kindness; grace. He considers such things closed to him. Lost. But he shuts his eyes against her hand, regardless, because Koltira has some decorum. Because he was not raised to disrespect dragons.]

You are too generous, my lady.

[lifebound]

[She appears to sense that purposeful softening, too, and laughs for it. Teasingly, the tips of her fingers trail along a few strands of silvery hair.]

For such a handsome elf as yourself? Perhaps not nearly enough.

[respired]

[Koltira audibly clears his throat, both at the touch and at her remark. He looks away, turning his head.]

You need not flatter me.

[lifebound]

[Has she made him uncomfortable? She tilts her head, charms dangling from her long horns, and suddenly appears the slightest bit wry.]

Who is flattering? Do I not speak truth?

[She's almost challenging him to disagree. Even the Dragonqueen is not without her own pride.]

slides back in here

[respired]

[Well, that puts him on the spot. He clears his throat, but--chagrined--he doesn't look back at her.]

That's not what I meant to imply, Dragonqueen. Only that I ...

[He frowns, his brows furrowing.]

I don't merit such attention.