Oh man I am HYPED!!! We spent weeks working on this bad boy!
Btw, the game has 4 endings depending on your choices 😉
It originally started as a Renpy game that got way too complicated, but we decided to revisit it using a concept that we came up with as kind of a fun light hearted thing at first, but we developed on it and turned it into this!
It would mean so much if people played this aaaaa!!
REAL NAME: | Dragonus
FIRST APPEARANCE: | DOTA V#6.73 (2011)/ DOTA 2 #6.80 (Jan 2013)
HEIGHT: | “6'2” studied height **no official height given
“6'8” w/ Helmet (??)
ALIAS: | the Skywrath Mage
Original Sketch: 06/2020
Slow burn but it’s written by an impatient person
This doesn’t affect the speed of the developing relationship at all, but does make for a very passive aggressive narrator.
“They looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment…again. Notably, they were not kissing.”
God, watching Crowley and Aziraphale.
“I’m not doing that again.” N'aix exhaled sharply. “Ever.”
“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” Bara snorted at the pale features of the Lifestealer. He’d have never believed that the creature could turn such a shade. He’d have also never believed that he’d be afraid of something as simple as a freefall tower.
Bara was a sucker for speed, no matter what form. And usually N'aix was fine with it. He didn’t love the speed like the Spirit Breaker did, but he didn’t dislike it, either. Well, it seemed that was only the case as long as the direction of movement was forward. Not downward.
The Lifestealer hadn’t screamed or anything, his features hadn’t betrayed anything, except for the colour of his skin. And the death grip he still had on Bara’s arm. It hurt like fuck, but the Spiritbreaker was too amused to care. He had found something the legendary Lifestealer was afraid of.
Oh, how he’d mock him for that.
“We are standing, the ride is over.” He tapped the hand that was digging it’s claws into his arm. “You can let go of me now.”
“What?” N'aix looked at the hand, then up at Bara. “Oh.” He released him with a start, pulling back way too forcefully. “I…Sorry for that. Must have been a cramp or something.”
Colour turned back into his cheeks, but now it was a blush. He was embarrassed. Bara laughed, deep and loud. A cramp, really.
“Come on, fearful Lifestealer, let’s get out of the seats before the things starts anew.”
He swore, he had never seen N'aix move so fast before. He didn’t bother to complain about being called ‘fearful’, he only wanted to get away from the ride. Bara’s laughter followed the Lifestealer all the way, even when he was outside.
“Oh man, that was something.” When the Spirit Breaker continued laughing, N'aix shoved him. “Hey, stop that! It’s not funny!”
“Oh, but it is. You should’ve seen your face! I swear, you’ve never ever had this skin colour before. And a cramp! Really, you don’t think I’d believe that, do you?”
N'aix sighed, embarrassed but seeing no way to talk himself out of this.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, I’ll just tease you for a little while.” Bara nudged him playfully with his shoulder. “Come, let’s look for something more to your liking. How about, the baby ride?”
At N'aix’ death glare, Bara laughed again.
“I missed this.”
“Yeah, I see that, but how?”
Akasha shrugged. “Maybe I was thinking about something else during the briefing.”
“You… but it is important! We have a briefing so everyone knows what to do!” Nortrom frowned.
“O come on, I didn’t miss anything important. Just when they began to talk about people I don’t care about doing things that don’t matter I might have zoned out. Why do I have to know about whatever-his-name was anyway?”
“Because he is your king!” By now, the Silencer was incredulous, staring at the Queen of Pain with absolute disbelief. “How can you think he’s not important?” He never understood that she didn’t care about a lot of things, because he was always so dutiful and observant. It simply didn’t matter to her who her king was.
“Well,” Akasha rolled her eyes. “he’s just some person sitting on a throne. What he does doesn’t affect me.”
Nortrom laughed softly and straightened, smug as if he had caught her. “It does affect you now, doesn’t it? You are fighting this war in his name.”
“Ah, yes, that.” Another shrug, brows raised. “And why would I care in whose name I fight? Okay, the king wants this war but I don’t have to know him or his cause to fight. I just have to know what the goal is. And that I definitely caught. We’ll destroy the ancient of the enemy without losing our ancient. Easy. Why would I care about whatever-his-name was now?”
“You are impossible.” But he said it with amusement and it sounded more endearing than annoyed.
Akasha grinned. “I know. But you love me anyway.”
“Or maybe because of it?” Nortrom leaned down for a quick kiss. It fascinated the Queen of Pain that he was this open with affection when around her. “Now let’s win this war. At least you didn’t miss that you are going to fight.”
“Hey!” She put her hands on her hips. “I volunteered, of course I know I’m going to fight! Now you are being unfair!”
With a smile, Nortrom put his arm around Akasha’s shoulder and together they sauntered off, preparing for the fight to come.
“You don’t see it?”
The Bloodseeker turned his head towards the Bounty Hunter, not bothering to answer. It took the hunter a few seconds, then: “Oh. Um, sorry.” He shifted from one foot to the other. “I forgot.”
“That I can’t see?”
“Yeah…” A scratching sound of fingers against fur. “You never give the impression of not being able to see.” They both knew that, since the Bloodseeker wasn’t blind, exactly. But he definitely couldn’t see things that were in the distance. He could hear and feel, with his whole body. He knew if prey was around, he sensed movement through his feet, and his sense of smell was exceptional. “So I sometimes forget.”
“Really.” His tone was flat and Strygwyr kept his focus on the small creature next to him. He felt him becoming uncomfortable under his not existent gaze and was amused by it. He didn’t mind that Gondar forgot about this fault of his, he rather liked it. But the Bounty Hunter always expected it to bother the Bloodseeker. He thought it was a sign of not being thoughtful and considerate enough. When in fact it was a sign that it didn’t matter, that Strygwyr was good enough even without being able to see like others.
After letting him fidget for a few moments, the Bloodseeker bared his teeth in something that was close to a grin, but too horrifying to be called such. “I’m just teasing you. I don’t mind that you forgot.” He leaned forward and sniffed at the small patch of skin behind Gondar’s ear. He’d have liked to lick over it, but then he’d probably leave a small trail of blood there, and they were on the hunt, the Bounty Hunter couldn’t afford to smell of anything, especially not of blood. He’d be sensed by his prey, even when he was invisible.
“Then tell me, what did you see that I didn’t?”
Gondar smiled, Strygwyr knew it, from the way the hunter relaxed. “That you could tease anyone is something I’d have never expected before I came to know you better.” A slight shuffling sound, the shake of his head. “But I like it.”