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ooc.
as a fair warning, starters night be shorter than usual.
while extremely attached to this character, it's been a hit minute since I've been able to write anduin.
click.
the man that's just stepped through the door looks like a particularly frazzled con attendee, complete with too-extravagant clothing and a sword at his back. he's hardly aware of where he is, *what building he just entered, or *if he's trespassing. which he seems to ---
register slowly, to his credit, promoting a comically slow turn of his head to find @AManDamned.
“ . . . I will only be a moment. ” he excuses, then swears at himself for his own ill manners. “ sorry. for the intrusion. rough day. ”
though not in the top ten roughest by far.
is it normal to, uh. . .
feel like your spine is about to explode?
( nudging a walking cane under a bench. )
asking for a friend.
sᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟғ . (semi-hiatus.) retweeted
xn--clie-uj5b.xn--jvgala864e… now for the second year in a row... please feel free to qrt or steal!! i really wanna see oomf's main inspos
( tears in his eyes ) three apples tall. . .
Protect the fluffy Curlmot at all costs!
True to their name, these creatures found in the Skybound Eyrie roll into an ever so adorable defensive ball when they sense danger.
#MHWilds #Ascendance
sᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟғ . (semi-hiatus.) retweeted
‘He’ll be fine.’ — A character study by 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐎𝐟𝐊𝐢𝐤𝐢.
Major TW for Alcoholism.
ellipsus.com/read/7VevmHIf5E…
there is something terribly compelling about how I have somehow angered the universe itself to the degree I have.
my fault for being born, really.
ooc.
coming back to twitter meant id eventually be back on this account to annoy everyone with my horrible attachment to anduin 🥀
my patron saint of wasted narrative potential...
injuries sustained in a battle that has long since moved on.
the priest-king finds his nose wrinkling in distaste as the guilt of recollection washes over him. this is not his world, no, but he can almost hear the screams of his men on the wind, so burned into his memory are +
they.
the weight of memory has him haunted enough that he fails to clock the approach of @TheSGT_, fails to hear footsteps in the torn earth that he stands upon, shoulders tense and eyes seeing memories only he is privacy to.
remarkably, what he feels now; a sort of ambient assurance that he is in no danger.
a rarity for Anduin.
he is not yet aware of the presence he's so at ease with, not aware that he is about to meet a creator god. no animosity will greet @Great_Briliance. +
shadowed by a hood that he has draw over his head.
not that that makes him look any less out of place as he approaches @alcoholicfurry's bar.
“ I'm sorry, is this. . . ” a pause to clear his throat. “ Does this building offer bed? A place to rest? ”
*obviously. +