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woozyintyria · 1 year

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Got possessed and tried writing something from Grauuls and Zarrak's younger days. I'm fighting with the post format so this isn't really edited.

"Grauul? What the hell are you- how did you get here?"

The hissed whisper filled the quiet of night, so loud Zarrak was afraid it might wake her bandmates. Ash legion worked well in the dark after all, and even the moon hadn't bothered to show up tonight. No one had, with the warband officially on leave for a week.

No one except her sister, it seemed.

Grauul had changed some since the sisters had last seen each other. Her eyes glowed red, just like their mother's had. Her hair was longer, tied back loosely out of her face with a few trinkets tied in as jewelry. An odd stroke of vanity, one Zarrak had never seen in her before, not in their 13 years growing up together. It'd been more years than that since they'd last spoke - no, since Grauul had won, and threatened to kill Zarrak and Pallus if she ever saw them again. The two had fled to the legions, and clawed their ways into warbands to stay away from the madness.

But here she was. No weapon in sight, save a pair of small blinking red eyes by her side. Another surprise.

Catching Zarrak's attention, the cub shrunk away a little as though to hide behind the safety of Grauul'a foot; Grauul stepped away.

"Take her. I do not need her."

"Do not need-?" Zarrak blinked, looking sharply up at her sister's ever-grim face. Already Grauul was stepping away, as though that were the end of it.

"Grauul, you can't just abandon your cub-"

"She is not a necromancer. She is not worthy of my legacy. You take her, or she will die trying to become one."

Zarrak bit back a snarl, tail thrashing behind her. The sisters stared, each silently commanding the other to back down. Eventually, Zarrak looked away and slumped in defeat. No, not defeat, she reminded herself as she looked to the wide eyed cub. For her benefit.

Grauul grinned in wicked triumph, fangs flashing in the glow of her eyes. She didn't care what reason Zarrak had for acquiescing. She had won once again.

She turned to leave, padding away into the darkness without so much as another word.

"Wait, does she have a name?!" Zarrak hissed, stepping after her, though she received no answer, and soon Grauul was gone.

Sighing, she turned to the cub, almost surprised to see her still standing there. She was small.. likely freshly weaned. The cub fiddled her claws together nervously, as though waiting for something to come. The hand gently reaching forward to pat her head was not what she'd expected, starting in surprise.

"My name's Zarrak. Did she.. do you have a name yet, cub?" Zarrak whispered, kneeling down in front of her.

"Kuma."

"Well, it looks like you'll be staying with Aunt Zarrak for a bit. Don't worry.. you're safe with me."

Zarrak gave Kuma a reassuring smile before standing, leading her back to camp. Internally, she wondered how the hell she'd explain this to her legionnaire. Though Kuma didn't reply, a hesitant hand reached out, fingers curling around Zarrak's hand. She didn't know love yet. She would though. Zarrak would make sure of that.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #my chars #Zarrak soulbinder #Kuma vilesong #Grauul rah #Idk what kinda warning to tag this as but uh fucked up mother/sibling relationships I guess

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several-spooky-trumpets · 9 years

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"AILOTTA!" The shout echoes through the halls of the Priory, drawing the attention of many. It is punctuated by the rushed smacking of boots against the floor as one slender Sylvari races through the halls, throwing open doors and scanning countless startled, alarmed faces.

"AILOTTA!"

He tries a lecture hall next, cutting the lecturer off mid-sentence with his entrance. Panting, he looks over the students, ignoring the grizzled Magister’s annoyance, until finally— there! Amber eyes, purple skin, twin rose tails, just the girl he needs! Shoving his way through the throng of desks, he grabs the girl’s arm and pulls her roughly from the hall, to the furious protests of both the student and the instructor.

Once they exit the hall and the door slams closed behind them, the smaller Sylvari yanks her arm free and scowls. “What are you doing, Kivulaen?!” she scolds. “I was in the middle of class, actually paying attention for once, and you think you can just come in with such a—”

"For death’s sake, just shut up for half a minute, Ailotta!"

This gives her pause, and she stares at him, bewildered. He used her name. Not “weed,” not “stupid Dreamer,” not any of the countless insults he’s flung at her when he’s upset— but her name. She takes a moment to look at him, and sees the panic in his eyes behind the crimson glow, the tension in his shoulders, the restless twitching of his hands. Something is wrong. The first thought in her mind is of Aede— something must’ve happened, their love is hurt, or worse, her pulse quickens and she opens her mouth to ask but is cut off;

"Mistress— no, Grauul needs you. She needs your entrance to the Mists.”

Time seems to slow, and Ailotta’s eyes grow wide, her stomach twists. How does he know? She was so careful, so guarded, she only told Kael and— Aede. She told Aede, one quiet evening at home, but Kivulaen wasn’t there, was he? Did Aede tell him, even after she’d made it so clear that he wasn’t to know? He wouldn’t betray her that way, would he..?

The necromancer senses her confusion, anxiety, hints of betrayal, and shakes his head with a huff. “Don’t waste time wondering how I know, it doesn’t matter! Come on, Ailotta, she needs your help!”

Despite the pleading in his voice, the girl can’t bring herself to move. Eryn’s warnings, her own fears, ring in her ears.

If he finds out, he’ll tell the Court.

If the Court finds out, they’ll use it to attack the Grove.

Trembling, she stumbles back, wrapping her arms around herself. Eryn trusted her, and she let her down; not only her, but the Mother Tree, every sapling and warden and citizen in the Grove, every Dreamer! This could mean the end of everything she stands for, everything she holds dear, everything she is, and it’s all her fault! Tears fill her eyes and she slumps against the wall, a whimper tearing itself from her throat.

Kivulaen lets out a groan as she breaks down, bringing a hand up to rub his temples. Why did he even bother? Of course she would never help him, the only person on Tyria she actually hates. “This is pointless,” he mutters, leaning on the opposite wall. At this rate, they’ll never find a way into the Mists, they’ll never find a way to save Shemre…

"But why would you want to save her?" a voice in his head whispers. "She’s your competition for your beloved Mistress’s attention, remember?" Slowly, he lowers his hand, blinking absently as he thinks.

"You can walk away. Leave it like this. With Shemre out of the way, you can have her all to yourself…" All to himself. Nobody else to make her smile, make her laugh… Just him. Just like he always wanted.

"Just like it’s supposed to be."

A year ago, maybe even just months, he would have done it. He would have left, made up some lie to cover his tracks, and kept Grauul to himself. But now… He remembers the pain in her voice, how she screamed at those other charr, how.. emotional she was. Exactly how he would be if something had happened to Aede. It dawns on him then, just how much Grauul cares about Shemre, and he can feel tears in his eyes as guilt grips him. Pushing himself off the wall, he grabs Ailotta by the shoulders and pulls her to her feet, drawing her out of her panic with a firm shake.

"Listen to me," the boy hisses, trying desperately to keep his voice even. "There is an innocent woman laying dead next to Grauul, and that woman may very well be the only person in this world my Mistress truly cares about." His voice cracks, his throat clenching as he tries to hold back his tears. "You’re going to help her get into the Mists so she can get her back, do you understand me?”

#in which mika writes #gw2 #sylvari #Grauul Rah #Kivulaen #Ailotta

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woozyintyria · 1 year

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#gw2 #character poll #im v curious #my chars #happy valentines day yall!

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woozyintyria · 3 years

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Finished this piece of my old necromancer, Grauul Rah. She was old, ornery, most definitely evil, and an absolute blast to play every step of the way.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 fan submission #charr #Grauul Rah #my art #my chars

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woozyintyria · 3 years

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Can i get uuuuh 👋 💋 💬 for tigra and 🤯 for your pick?

Ooh yes yes! good choice. Lemme just put this under a cut to keep things clean.

👋 - meeting

Before you have too much time to wonder just whose rambunctious progeny this is, you hear a voice pipe up.

"Vette! There y'are, don't go runnin off like that!"

Making her way through the crowds, a yellow charr of average height waves and stops before you to kneel; the progeny zips into her arms with a giggle, only to mischievously start digging into her pockets. The charr gives you a grateful smile, not minding being Vette's living climbing wall.

"Thanks fer catchin her. Jungle knows I'd've lost m'mind if she'd gotten into any trouble. Hope she wasn't a bother to ya... Can I get y'somethin fer yer troubles at least?"

💋 - good end

Somewhere between the smell of cooking breakfast and the gentle prodding of sunlight you finally stirred from sleep, finding the spot besides you empty but warm. Your nose leads you to peek out the curtains cutting off the bed from the rest of the living space, and you see Tigra standing over the stove.

She turns and smiles when she spots you, limping to the short table carefully to set down a plate of sausage. She fiddles a little with her undershirt, pulling a stray thread loose before clearing her throat.

"G'mornin! I ah, wanted t'do somethin fer you. Y'know, somethin nice t'thank y'with. I'm just glad yer stayin, so... Welcome home. It ain't much, but we'll make it somethin nice together."

💬 - scene in another character's route

"Don't take it t'personally, he's always prickly. He means well."

A voice behind you perks up with a knowing chuckle, and when you turn around you see his assistant. Or was it bodyguard? The yellow charr gives you a warm smile and a small wave with one hand, the other arm roped around some broken remnants of a golem. As if to console you, she pulls out a honey stick and offers it to you.

"Give 'im some time t'cool off'n then he'll be good as new, aye? In th'meantime, mind givin me a hand?"

🤯 - secret ending

"That was three questions."

You didn't need to be a genius to see the ghost had grown impatient. From the steady flick of her tail tip, the ever-present scowl, or the way she stares like you were some dead thing on her doorstep... Though the brown charr sat hunched over in her chair, the flicker of red magic glowing from her good eye poking out from under her mop of black hair, she looks like she could get up and chase you at a moment's notice.

"You have five minutes to leave this place. Vanish elsewhere into the mists or return to Tyria for all I care. If you linger, I will know."

With a nod, you stand and leave as she bids, her gaze boring into your back long after you've exited her cave. Three questions wasn't a lot, but Grauul was not known for her patience. Besides, you've escaped the necromancer's den unscathed. That was something to be proud of.

#my chars #Tigra Luckhorn #Grauul Rah #asks #This was really fun but also hard but DEFINITELY FUN #thank you!#good route tigra gets out of the inquest and finds her own path #Grauul is not someone worth dating but she IS an interesting character worth meeting #I should probably also tag my friend's characters in this #Raze #(other route is Raze's)#Vette

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