Dizarak Sanar

Reaching the camp site, the wagon stopped abruptly causing most of its inhabitants to sway violently into each other. The large masked Ren'dorei remaining sturdy in his position as unfazed by the world around him as he had been for the majority of the trip.

With ease, the leather clad male swung his canvas bag from its resting place between his feet to his shoulder and hopped down from his seat. His brows furrowed, reaching up to pull the mask down and take a long deep breath. Nose scrunching at the offending smell of long since burned wood, and the stench if a well established campsite he quickly replaced the covering in Hope’s of fresher air.

Darkshore.

The last place Dizarak, or his boys, wanted him to be.

Tents and makeshift...

Void touched eyes trailed along the ceiling as the earliest of dawn's rays crested the horizon and danced across the drawn curtains. Aching bruises littered his neck and chest the worn out limbs somehow still curled tightly around each of his mates as sleepy heads weighed down his shoulders. Holding on as if the dawn would never come.

Heaven.

But at what cost?

The monk's calloused thumb rubbed gently against his bare side, comforting the Ren'dorei even in his steady slumber. The weight of his arm across Dizarak's stomach, a welcome pressure on unnerved insides. On his other side the slumbering wolf, braids spilling across Dizarak's pillow, his nose firmly pressed into the crook of the rogue's neck where he'd dozed off mere hours...

The large Ren'dorei glided around the kitchen, daring to be as loud as he wanted within the empty house. Somehow he'd managed to convince the loves of his life to leave and spend the day together despite their refusals unless he came with. For that he was still a wee bit shocked but grateful, even more was his shock to hear himself ask...no beg, Taoln for his help in the kitchen. The pair had limited time to pull off the planned surprise and nerves threatened to slow the progress.
Pots and pans steamed, aroma's wafting from them and spilling into the living space as the pair worked harmoniously throughout the small kitchen, the last time Dizarak had allowed anyone in the kitchen while he worked his culinary magic had been with the fiery...

For once he had been the first to wake, eyes dancing around the room before the sun had even painted the sky in early morning hues. His gaze traveled across the sleeping faces of the pair curled up tightly together beside him, tempted to merely roll over and rejoin them in blissful slumber until the monk pried himself from the pile as he did every morning. A quick furrow of the brow molded his face until his mind latched onto an idea.

Carefully he slipped from the covers, the chilled air instantly attacking his naked form. No doubt the frigid air outside would be as much of a shock when the trio decided to grace the world with their presence. Replacing the covers and tucking them up against the redheads back, the void giant turned on his...

Pale twilight shone between the leafy trees leading up to the dark and still house. It's eerily soothing glow caressing the upturned face of the void male perched on his small private porch. Mismatched eyes closed to the heavens as he remain cross legged on the stonework just beyond his door hands tucked into his lap as he simply sat and listened. 

The evening at the tavern had been entirely too stressful, from one moment to the next there were entirely too many people and too much happening. A majority of the trouble revolving once again around Melisande's knight in prickly armor. A scowl crossed the Ren'dorei's face as his meditation landed on the snide face of the male, he shook it from his mind with a mild shift of his head. 

Peace....

Morning broke through the window like an intruder. The suns rays bouncing of various objects settled on the top of the large wooden desk, the reflections dancing across the ceiling. 

The blankets barely hung from the dozing Draenei woman's form. Now ice white hair flowing across the pillow where her head rest.

Mismatched eyes traced her outline, content to linger on her peaceful face. She had no need of sleep but she seemed to enjoy the action more with him around.

Gentle care was made to ensure she remained in that blissful state as Dizarak shifted to sit at the foot of the bed. Peering out of the glass doors, a hand rubbed at tired eyes. Dreading the daily ritual of preparing to leave the safety of his four walls, he sighed...

Story thus far:

First letter: https://zaravalanightcaller.tumblr.com/post/176542881811/letters-to-the-lost-one-resting-with-her-back-up 

Response: https://dizaraksanar.tumblr.com/post/176564496655/worthless-worry-the-large-chiseled-bartender-stood 

Second Letter: https://zaravalanightcaller.tumblr.com/post/176679452996/lost-cause 

On the front line: https://dizaraksanar.tumblr.com/post/176724784505/starkissed-skies-a-cool-breeze-drifted-across-the 

The day of:https://dizaraksanar.tumblr.com/post/176787975395/one-last-time 

Her side: https://zaravalanightcaller.tumblr.com/post/176794888121/come-with-me-a-figure-could-just-be-made-out 

She checks in on him: 

The bed pressed up against the wall opposite a pair of windows, cracked slightly to allow the cool air in, atop it were numerous pillows and a thick dark comforter. A large plush chair and guitar paired neatly in the opposing corner. The desk once more covered in papers stood resolute next to a small bookcase, a pair of tavern tabards folded neatly atop it, the top one much smaller than the one beneath it. A pile of clothing of differing styles lay at the foot of the matress, who occupants lay dozing peacefully.

Slowly, pale blue orbs opened and blinked bleerily around the room, his gaze lingering on the beds other inhabitant, lying almost face down beside him. Her deep crimson hair cascaded over her shoulders, her arms tucked beneath...

Tapping his foot on the decimated ground beneath him, the Ren'dorei shifted his grip on the dagger at his side as he stood just to the left of the opening to his charge's tent. The middle aged man, named Garrett, rustling around inside caused Dizarak's ears to flick as he gauged the human's whereabouts within.

Finally the dark haired human emerged from the canvas flaps of the tent and scowled openly at his “babysitter” his gloves clutched in his hand.

“You don't have to stay so close to me, I can take any of these savage Horde with ease!” Garrett spewed , slipping his glove onto the wrong hand and immediately ripping it back off to correct his mistake. He finished the process and unsheathed his sword, swinging it around and...

A cool breeze drifted across the clearing, tents and campfires littering the land as the Alliance prepared for the siege.

Dizarak leaned against the base of a long since fallen tree, eyes darting to and from various faces  his gaze lingering on the reason he found himself within the ranks of the Alliance once more. The middle aged human male sat among a few others  boisterous drunken cheers detailing how he would do this  that and the other thing to his enemies. Displaying his Broken Isle sized ego that frankly the Ren'dorei couldnt even fathom how it fit in his small frame. 

Silently the hired guard prayed his charge would run screaming from the fight in the morning or perhaps be entirely too trashed to merely figure out how...

The large chiseled bartender stood propped against the old wood of the counter top, a damp rag clutched in his hand and his arms folded across his chest, his pale steely blue eyes watching the others as they went about serving the few patrons the inn was entertaining for the night. Slipping his tongue from his mouth he pulled the worn silver ring on his lip inward between his teeth, a motion he rarely even thought about after all this time. 

His long deep green and black hair was, per the usual, pulled back into a high styled pony-tail, the long void tendril sprouting from his head enveloped in the very same way, his two shorter tendrils rested with the similarly long hairs at the back of his neck. Two long wavy strands sat at the...