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Re: Nokosi Summergale

[thewunderkind]

Nokosi grows the biggest beard that makes even the Dwarfs cry in envy.

Re: Nokosi Summergale

[nokosi.livejournal.com]

Nokosi wiped a few sweaty locks of hair from his face as he stood over a small, bubbling cauldron that made up his Alchemy set. A pungent oak smell wafted across the small room, filling it completely despite the open window. Fontaine was next to that window; big, furry head stuck outside and a less than pleased look in his eyes. The wolf glanced over to his occupied companion and growled in annoyance.

"Anytime soon, elf? Most of your concoctions don't irritate my nose as much as this crap does."

"I told you that you should have let me put the scarf around your face. But since you want to make everything difficult, you can just deal with it," Nokosi responded in a muffled voice. He lifted the cauldron and poured the thick, light-brown substance into a small pot.

""It looks like glue," Fontaine said plainly. "Why do you even need this, again? Oh right, you don't."

"But I do! I need a beard, Fontaine. Of this I am absolutely sure!" Nokosi exclaimed with a fierce nod. "I have had nothing but stubble and this whisper of a mustache for years. Decades, even." He pressed a finger against his chin in example. "And all the manliest, bravest, and wisest men have them," he said in a sing-song voice.

"Hrm. Varian Wrynn doesn't have one," the wolf pointed out.

"And all the manliest, bravest and wisest men have them!"

Nokosi cautiously dipped a finger into the cooling liquid. Satisfied, he scooped out the contents of the jar and liberally applied it to his face. "Anyways, let us see if this works."

Fontaine eyed his friend with bewilderment and shook his head, sure that the 'salve' was going to fail. To his amusement astonishment, not only was the brown goop causing his facial hair to grow, it was working better than expected.

"Nokosi." He was trying his hardest not to laugh at the sight of his friend, looking wide-eyed with dumbest expression of confusion and barely restrained glee, as his beard kept growing...and growing...and growing. It was too much to bear and so he slumped against the wall, howling with laughter.

"Fontaine! This is SO MARVELOUS!" He began running his hands through his silky, purple beard that was so long it was coiled on the floor. "What should we do? What should we do?" he almost squealed. "Should I braid it or bead it? In one or a lot? Like Muradin's or Tirion's or, oh! Maybe like Mekkatorque's?" he rambled on. "Wait, wait, first I have to see-"

Nokosi was cut off as he tumbled to the floor, tripping over his own lengthy facial hair. He lay on the ground for a long while; motionless, silent but for a pitiful whimper.

Fontaine ceased his gruff, wheezing laughter for long enough to push his friend's body with a paw.

"Nokosi?...You alright, side-kick? I-" Fontaine pause, staring at his friend as the elf began picking himself off the floor, an ashen hand rubbing his now-patchy, red chin.

Nokosi held up a handful of beard, now cleanly removed from the right side of his red face. "My...my beard...my wiseness and manliness! In only a matter of minutes!" he cried. "Fontaine..." Nokosi said, his eyes misty.

Fontaine sat on his haunches in silence, looking at the overly emotional expression his friend had for something that was so stupid. It was too much.

"No, no, nope. Can't do it!" he exclaimed before dropping to the ground, his growling laughter filling the room.

"Jerk," the elf complained as he reached up and grabbed the dagger sitting on his nightstand.

Much later, Nokosi stood in front of his mirror, once again admiring his new beard. It was much more modest; only a few inches long, but a nice bright blue. Fontaine sat beside him, eyes fixed on the very obvious, very bald circle on his own head between his ears. The wolf's expression was nothing less than eternal displeasure.

"I hate you so much. With the power of a thousand raging dragons."

"Mhm," Nokosi said, twirling the tip of his mustache between his fingers. "Your words mean naught when I look this awesome."