[open] you can't count on nothin'

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Who: Seviilia Brightwing and YOU
What: Multiprompt!
Where: A cave, in the mountain Range to the east of Suramar.
When: NOW
Warnings: Death Knight warnings

A. Stags and Owls and Bears, oh my!

[Its been a few long and quiet days, where Seviilia has spent the better part avoiding other Dragonsworn passing in the area. She had seen the Aspects traveling north, Deathwing among them, and wasn't interested in revealing herself until she was certain their business in the area had completed. In truth, she spent several hours contemplating whether or not Deathwing had already been clued in to her presence, without actually looking for her.

The uncertainty had made her tense, and a tense death knight meant bloodshed. Anyone wandering the perimeter will find a trail of various animal corpses right up to a singular elf, crouching half-stealthed behind a tree while waiting for another to cross her path. If the scent of blood doesn't give her away, the anxious shifting will.]

B. Suramama Mia

[Seviilia had chosen the area for its location near the river -- it meant there was plenty of life passing through if she ever felt an urge, and it also gave her something to watch that wasn't liable to attack her for being in its space. The downside, of course, was that it nearly neighbored Legion territory.

This could also be considered a plus, as it kept the Night Elves and most Dragonsworn away as well. But for the moment, it was a definite negative.

Its the sound of small feet scratching that gets her attention first, then the stale mell of brimstone. The knight's ears perk upward briefly, then lay back as she reaches for her axes to step out of the cave. Sure enough, a small scouting pack of imps bounces along through the trees, followed by a large (but singular) felhound.

Seviilia promptly retreats back behind the rocky alcove and narrows her eyes. They're following something -- or someone. Maybe its her.

Or maybe its you.]

C. Shake Rattle and Roll

[Seviilia has spent the better part of the day following the river as far as it will go, to the edge of troll territory. Though she is mostly certain she could take a handful of the larger, ancient cousins of those she is familiar with, she isn't particularly interested in attracting them to her position.

Constructing a barrier while she is still mostly clueless about these new abilities proves difficult -- not to mention the fact that she is trying to do it without alerting the trolls to her presence. Its possible that, while wandering along the river, you fall into one of the many pitfall traps she's managed to create by bending the earth around her.

Whoops.]

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Re: C

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[Seviilia hadn't seen it, having been focused on her casual crafting of hills to shield her new home. But she certainly heard it -- the scream is unfamiliar, even if the heartbeat isn't.

She's not focused on the heartbeat either. As far as she knows, someone is intruding on her territory, and given her track record it is likely an enemy. So Seviilia approaches the area where she heard the body fall and the scream emit, picking her axes up off the ground as a precaution.

It isn't until she peers over the dust of the pitfall and spots the blond head of hair that she allows her hypothermic lips to spread and curl in a delighted little smirk.]

I believe you may have mistepped, darling.

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You-- [He jerks upright out of his fall at the voice, fingernails dragging up soil, and scowls at her. After a bit more effort, he clambers back to his feet and dusts off his robes. Come on, he's trying to keep this outfit in tact.] Gee, thanks. I had no idea without your brilliant insight.

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That is what I am out here for, of course. To keep you all enlightened.

[Sarcasm, of course. She watches him dust off his robes (Definitely a new outfit, from the last time she had seen him) and opts to tie her axes back to her shoulders. It's hard to see the Master as a threat when he just fell in a hole, after all.]

You are starting looking quite at home, I see.

[beholdthedrums]

Is that right? Well then please [he spreads his arms and raises his brow, the sarcasm still in his voice] continue to "enlighten" me. [He tucks his arms back against his robe.] My ensemble from home wasn't going to last forever.

work computers sending my tags before I'm done formatting....

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Oh?

[The next chuckle that comes from her is sadistic as she raises her hands and wiggles spindly blackened fingers.]

If I do, will you howl as you did a few moments ago?

lol good times

[beholdthedrums]

[His stance immediately shifts ever so slightly to the defensive, and his hands tighten on his arms, an itch of magic tingling at his fingertips, ready to snap out a spell if it came down to it. He doubts fighting her would be anything like finding a bear, but he's certainly not going to be "tripping" into yet another problem with her.

He cocks his head to the side.]

Maybe if you buy me dinner first, darling.

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[Well if the Master wants to play that game, Seviilia is happy to oblige -- almost. They're near troll territory. Starting a fight here might attract attention. But an elf is never against banter.

Her hands come up in something that could almost be interpreted as a gesture of surrender.]

Pity for you, I'm afraid. I do not eat, fleshling.

[beholdthedrums]

And I eat souls [most of the time] so I think we could work something out. [Some of his tension eases as he smirks at her.]

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[That spoils the game and makes her wrinkle her nose. Souls. She remembers something else that liked to eat souls, and none of the memories of it are particularly pleasant.]

That is not a badge you ought to be wearing on your sleeve.

[beholdthedrums]

[He shrugs.] To each their own. Give me a reason, and maybe I won't. [He also feeds off information. She is the one that called him a Warlock before he even knew any ups and downs to magic.]

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You will make enemies. Souls are a valued commodity. I expect you already know that. Though your choices to broadcast your dining habits are, of course, no business of mine.

[Her feasting habits weren't exactly innocent either.]

[beholdthedrums]

I'll make enemies no matter what. Might as well make sure I'm making them for the reason I want, before they jump on other lines of possibilities.

[Hypocrite.]

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[Seviilia's eyes roll just a bit, though its hard to tell since she has no pupils. She turns from him then and goes back to studying the hill she had been raising before his interruption.]

And what reason might that be? I certainly hope it is something more interesting than your chosen diet.

[beholdthedrums]

[He's spent most of his effort being all polite at that redsworn party that he just doesn't care for niceties around her.

He also fell into her stupid pit.

So.]

My flight already is a "sore subject" with the others, it appears, due to its oh-so-lovely leader. [Okay so maybe it's a sore subject with the Master, too, just for other reasons.]

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[That makes Seviilia titter.]

Ah yes, our dear and lauded Destroyer.

[Judging by the overdramatic flutter of her eyelashes, she is not particularly fond of him either. Which is, of course, why she is not seen around the Obsidian Sanctum.]

You best get used to carrying that stigma, darling.

[beholdthedrums]

[He scoffs.] I thought about how he'd react if I called him by his "given" name. Maybe if the flight gets a newbie 'sworn that annoys me enough, I can get them to do it. Or Apollo. [Though as he says it, he shakes his head and dismisses that plan. Nah. He's not that mean to Apollo, yet.]

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[She blinks curiously and looks back to him, ears flicking upward.]

Given name? Who gave you that information?

[Not...that its particularly important -- at least she doesn't think so. But she can't remember seeing another race she was familiar with amongst the Blacksworn that would have access to such information.

Perhaps a newcomer.]

[beholdthedrums]

The Aspect of the Redflight. [Sickening dragon, good god. Blah blah life and love and all that mush. Hideous.]

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[Ah. Interesting. She would share the sentiment.]

I am surprised the reds let you anywhere close to her. But what do I know of draconic politics?

here's hoping nothing ends up still going wrong at said party lol

[beholdthedrums]

[He barks out a laugh, because really, the whole concept was simply hilarious.] The redsworn thought throwing a cross-flight "diplomatic party" could be beneficial. Any "tension" was temporarily put on hold. They plan on doing it relatively regularly. You should attend. [He laughs again.]

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[That makes Seviilia scoff as well, and a light grin is finally brought to her features.]

How...charming. But I think I will refrain. Crowds and I do not mix well.

[She might be a liar, but acting...that was different, especially when crowds were involved.]

[beholdthedrums]

Too bad. They might actually prove to be useful... depending what you need, that is. [Like the Master looking for weak links and people that might be shaped into eventual pawns.]

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Well then, perhaps a little bird would enjoy showing off points of interest he may stumble upon whilst fluttering amongst the crowd.

[That charming smirk returns.]

[beholdthedrums]

That depends what's in it for the little bird.

[Other than not being the speedbump to a crazy, homicidal person.]

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[But its such a good perk.]

Well, then I suppose that would depend on what exactly the little bird is interested in. Aside from dinner, of course. I am afraid someone else has already beaten you to that.