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[bythelight]

Who: Anduin Llane Wrynn & friends both new and old
What: TDM overflow, Event Shenanigans and some other general starters. Come find me on the plotting post if you want to plan something!
When: September
Where: Various!

Content Warnings: Grief, blood ritual, dead parent thoughts, heavy regrets.



ARIADNE (EVENT) | CATRA (EVENT) | FAOLAN (TDM) | FLYNN FAIRWIND (TDM) | MICHAEL (EVENT) |

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[bythelight]

[ A tattoo? Anduin doesn't quite register the question s being for him, at first. He's busying himself flipping through a bag, moves onto the next one as he glances up.

Flynn is looking at him, however, and he follows his eyes down to his wrist.

Oh! ]

Ah -- yes, it is.

[ He'd gotten so at home with its presence he barely registered it, but he supposes it is... perhaps unexpected. ]

I was in a... place before this, with some of the people people here -- those they call sleepers. We all had a mark, like this, somewhere on our person.

[fullmast]

[Flynn squints at it, resisting the urge to ask if he can have a better look.]

Antlers... And it came with you here?

[A frown passes over his features, a look of true concern, as though he is troubled by the fact that this mark has followed Anduin from this place he is hinting at having been previously, here to this new one. That they are somehow connected and powerful enough to leave marks on your body and change the very nature of your person.

His expression shifts, however, and he turns back to his bag rummaging himself as he continues:] Suppose it's not the same if it wasn't your choice. Still -- wouldn't have pegged you as an antlers man. More...

[And here's where he realizes he knows little to nothing about the King of Stormwind personally, other than what he's heard through the grapevine or through -- well, Shaw. He casts a somewhat sheepish eye aside to Anduin.]

Well. A lion would be rather too much on the nose.