Iaron was taking a day off. It was an amazing quiet day, too. Peaceful, happiness, soothing. He was in his large saber form and curled up happily next to the kitchen door where stacks of cookie pan sheets were cooling. So much cooking. So much cleaning. Aye, this demon hunter deserved some rest. Tomorrow would be a grand Hunt indeed against the Legion.
But, for now, sleep. Happy sleep. Mmm, this floor was soft and cozy. His claws flexed against it gently as his spikes tail flicked back and forth. His ears perked gently to all the noises, but he was used to the movement of the tower finally. Happiness … sweeeet happiness …. wait. Father had given him a command two nights ago … shit. Okay, okay, up and working. Urk, did he HAVE to shift back?
2014-11-18 n.323 (688) *spoilers* Iaron is not yet born son of Dalmayr. But I wanted to draw the complete family, so here he is! He is unbelievably talented for magic, but still humble because of his problems with making friends.
FACE CLAIM: None NAME: Iaron Felfeather Bloodquiver AGE: 12,300 HEIGHT: 7'6" SPECIES: Corrupted Kaldorei GENDER: Male NATIONALITY: Huh? BIRTHDAY: April 24 SUN SIGN: Don’t like the sun RESIDENCE: Stormwind MARITAL STATUS: Married ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral (Neutral evil when given orders) DRINK: Coffee! FOOD: Carved talbuk DAY OR NIGHT: Night SNACKS: Sweets, anything sweet SONGS: Madness - Muse, In the Dark - Birthday Massacre, Devil is a Loser - Lordi PET : None COLOR: Purple FLOWER: They die at my touch SEXUALITY: Only for Shely ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Shely BODY TYPE: Muscular, physical EYE COLOR: No eyes, felflames burn within. Golden when illusioned HAIR COLOR: Purple? He dyes it a lot for spy missions