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  1. Kerala Windchaser (Tauren Druid)

    ((omg ;-;))
  2. I <3 Legion!

    I'm so glad you're still doing these <3
  3. October 2016

    7. You're Nobody Til Somebody Loves You – Dean Martin The world still is the same, you never change it. As sure as the stars shine above, you're nobody 'til somebody loves you. Aaren's gown was pink. Light pink, and flowing in the light breeze as she walked. She chose that fabric on purpose because of it. She knew people would notice it, and of course her. Her long curls bounced just as readily as her skirts. The mass of it was gathered loosely from behind her head and flowed over one shoulder. The tiny pink buds adorning it might have been a bit much, but that type of thing was almost expected of her. She was attending a party in one of the darker corners of the city. Not a spectacular occasion, but not exactly advertised. Not one that happened often. The type of place some young nobles would go and mingle with more common types to feel superior or feel the illusion of a 'wild youth'. Aaren always preferred common folk anyway, only half because her paternal family hated it, and her for it. So long as the booze flowed, she'd flutter around and see how many people she could annoy, how many conflicts she could incite. She felt eyes on her the whole night, just as planned. Some watched with disdain since they already hated her. She chatted up the men that came with a lady that evening, especially if it was one she already didn't like. The girls huddling in different places and gossiping welcomed her as she'd deliver some fuel for speculation and go on her way. “If people notice you, good or bad, that means you're somebody.”
  4. October 2016

    6. Superwoman – Alicia Keys Say yes I will. Yes I can. Breygrah had no real place she called home since leaving for the Broken Isles. Dalaran stank of magic and she didn't like it. Living there with Sanctuary was hard enough. The city itself was nice enough, but after every resupply she was glad to be gone from the place. Thunder Totem was still wondrous. She loved being there, and with every departure she missed it just as much as the last time she left. She was more than willing to help those that lived there, but she wouldn't dare take it as her own home. Something didn't feel quite right about it. She had once heard an elf call Mulgore and Thunder Bluff her own home, and while she couldn't quite understand why, that bothered Breygrah. What would stop the Highmountain or Rivermane or Skyhorn from doing the same? Fighting the Legion kept her away from Thunder Bluff. And Stonetalon. And Desolace. And the Barrens. With all the wandering her tribe did, what could she call home? The place where the tribes united? The place her tribe lived right now? She was no one among them, anyway. Thunder Bluff was a fine enough choice. She made sure she was there every time her Father traveled there for trade since he always brought Frea with him. No matter how tired, or exhausted, or hurt she had allowed herself to get, being reliable for the girl mattered above all else.
  5. October 2016

    5. Dean Martin – Return to Me Hurry home, hurry home, won't you please hurry home to my heart? She made it home. They traveled Northrend together. Fought the undead, fought the Horde that got in their way. They didn't waste time on the rabble. She stepped through shadows and sunk daggers into shambling undead with precision. She adjusted her antidotes to counteract disease and infection. They weren't entirely effective, just enough to help them survive when they needed to travel for aid. He called down divine judgment upon the scourged and blessed the ground that sat tainted for far too long. He was a bulwark, never resting in the fight against the armies of the Lich King. He was her protector. They worked together as a single unit. They moved together, no matter the groups or crowds or assaults they joined, one did not leave without the other. When all was said and done, Bron had to leave Northrend without Than.
  6. October 2016

    4. Opeth – Blackwater Park It is the year of death, wielding his instruments. Stealth sovereign reaper touching us with ease . Elizabeth stayed in Tirisfal Glades as much as she could get away with. It was dark. It would be cold if she could feel cold anymore, and that would be just fine. She could be alone around other Forsaken that just wanted to be alone. She could be alone by herself, of course. Surrounded by shadows of trees and the Void as she thought. Sometimes there were voices. Most couldn't be understood, the rest she didn't care to try to understand. They didn't bother her too much when she found a place she could just sit and almost not exist. A place she could sit perfectly still, something she couldn't do while alive. Eventually she would have to get up and go back to the Isles. Dalaran. Around the living, doing their bidding for meaningless coin. It was fine, though. The Dark Lady was Warchief, and she would march until her legs were broken and flay the minds of the weak so long as she could beckon the Void. Sylvanas truly would do whatever it was to aid her people, so there was nothing that was too difficult. Elizabeth would do the same. She would be deathless service for her Lady. But she did hear murmurs of specific others in the Undercity doing the same. Perhaps she would seek them out. The Broken Isles could wait a few minutes.
  7. October 2016

    3. Flyleaf – Fully Alive Fully alive, more than most, ready to smile, and love life I finally got to go see the giant moose tauren on the giant totem! They're SO BIG! How do they even get that big! Am I going to be that big? I bet they scare away all the foxes and those stinky worms and they break up all those big rock guys! How do they even get those horns like that? Can Breyah make my horns like that? I want horns like that! Then I could pick things up with them! We were up soooo high. There are mountains and they touch the clouds, not like at home. And they have snow on them, and Breyah said people live up there! But there are rams. I don't know why they like being up there, because rams are mean. Breyah put this thing on her back and I didn't know what it was. She told me to never go to the edge of the floor without her, so I didn't, but she picked me up and carried me over there so I could look down! There was a river and there was a farm and the air smells like trees, but different kinds of trees than are here. She asked me if I wanted to go down and look at stuff, but then she just jumped off! I thought we were gonna jump into the river but then we started flying! Do you want to come with me next time, Grappa? We can go flying!
  8. October 2016

    2. Breaking Benjamin – Diary of Jane If I had to, I would put myself right beside you. So let me ask you, would you like that? The paladin loved the rogue, for some reason. She was poor. She was a smartass and a troublemaker, and he chose to get her out of dodge several times. She was a drunk, for no reason than just because. She had no real skills and got by on swiping whatever she could. Her adoptive father, in his strange accent, didn't like the paladin once he took a liking to her and did his very best to drive him off. The rogue loved the paladin, for some reason. He was a pompous jerk and thought he could fix everything, no matter the problem. Especially if he knew nothing about it. His best friend was a warlock, and she didn't trust him. He called her the flavor of the week. A compulsive liar, because he felt everyone around him needed to think he was so cool. She expected he welcomed any willing lady when not under her eye. They wed in the mountains of Elwynn before a waterfall. They invited their friends that the other hated, their friends that said it was a bad idea. Friends that they simply wanted to show off to. One might say that marrying while unsure about your partner is a very very bad idea, that expecting problems to mend with rings is asking too much, they didn't care. Nothing would change, but neither of them minded that too much.
  9. October 2016

    1. Cold – No One I can't ever really believe no one was sent to get me, and I feel like I'm being erased. She received her orders. She'd hold onto them. More insight to the inner workings of the enemy. There was no groundbreaking information within. Nothing like what she'd uncovered in the past, but it's something to help predict how the other branches worked throughout this world. She stuffed the papers into her bag and tightened its strap around herself. If they hadn't come for her by now, no one was coming. Her life was in her own hands. After working so long, so hard. She still felt loyalty, yet felt that every one of her 'comrades' could die in felfire for all she cared. The stitches made seeing difficult. It was hard to open her eye without pain, so keeping her eyes downcast was easiest. She watched her long curls bounce against her shoulders, if she watched anything. She was silent, as was the man in front of her leading the way. Two hawkstriders. Hers carried supplies, samples, mundane things. All documents, as mundane as they were, were on her person. Her hand rested against an axehandle of sorts. She didn't know if it was an axe, or a pick, or what. An instrument of some sort, most likely. Her hand gripped it more tightly as distance was made between her and her departure point. Lightning struck the ground nearby. Her Illidari escort spun his head around, as if it was an infernal landing to assault them. It wasn't, but she took her chance with the distraction and swung the makeshift weapon into the elf's head.
  10. October 2016

    A small reprise of last year. 1. Cold - No one 2. Breaking Benjamin - Diary of Jane 3. Flyleaf - Fully Alive 4. Opeth - Blackwater Park 5. Dean Martin - Return to Me 6. Alicia Keys - Superwoman 7. Dean Martin - You're Nobody Til Somebody Loves You
  11. I <3 Legion!

    I love all of this
  12. TNG Con 2017!

    Still literally the thing I'm second third most looking forward to.
  13. Province

    The warrior got peculiar looks from many passers-by as she sat with her legs dangling over the edge of the platform in Thunder Totem. Had it not already been deep into the evening she still wouldn't have noticed anyone regarding her. Her helmet and her shoulder-plates sat on the ground beside her. Her hands gripped the wood as her legs swayed in the breeze. Her ears pivoted to capture the faint sound of running water and the crashing of the waterfall even further away as she watched the faint blue-white twinkling of the stars reflecting off of the river's surface from so far above. Gancha had left her sitting there hardly an hour ago. The Grimtotem took time out of aiding the druids in Val'sharah to visit with the chieftain, who herself was resting after aiding in Aszuna, and was the first of the new number she had seen since the initial failed assault on the Broken Isles. She was heartened to see him well, if tired, especially after an almost troubling conversation that took place in Thunder Bluff a couple weeks prior. Nomu had spoken to her over the stone a few times now, no doubt he was busy asserting that all of his kin were safe in the mountains before being available to meet. The others were deeply affected by the Broken Shore. She didn't question their current activities, nor would she think of doing so. She didn't mind sitting alone, now. She didn't mind being alone at all, anymore. The less intelligent often benefit from not worrying themselves with past mistakes and chagrins, and even with the seemingly hopeless onslaught of the Legion, she was at peace in the moment. Having the few moments of the night to reflect on what she has seen, what she has done, and what must be done was a blessing. This land was so foreign, yet so familiar. Wholly new and completely comfortable. She regretted having to leave again so soon. With some effort, she eyed all of the things that would cause Frea to get herself into trouble to quell the desire to bring the girl to the mountains, and spur her to get back to work herself. She stood and let a wonderfully cold gust of air ruffle her mane.
  14. [H] Broken Islands 1st Day

    I don't know when I'll be around/how much I can do, but I'll be up for it. I have no plans otherwise really, I was/am expecting I'll be doing it alone mostly.