Theira Oaksong

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  1. *leaves a bear print on your wall*

    1. Faylea


      Shit she found me!

  2. *leaves a bear print on your wall*

  3. Theira Oaksong


    Theira lay sleeping face down in her private quarters with a stack of papers as a pillow. The sounds of peons shouting and the usual guilds training started to bustle outside the chambers and picked up in volume as the morning got on. The Matron groaned and began to stir as she sat up, one paper stuck to her muzzle. She reached to pull it off and then gripped her face as was customary after long nights outting. She reached for a bottle, any bottle within distance of her in search of fluid parched from the nights "activities." Theira hissed a curse "empty, empty.. oh wait.. another empty.. .. " she sighed as she examined bottles of spent Cenarion Spirits with squinted eyes. She leaned back into her arm chair basking in her hang over. She began to count the rays of light that seeped in from the leathery window covers. The specs of dust carelessly floating between the rays was captivating, almost therapeutic to watch. The dance of something so small and insignificant yet still so - *SMASH* The sound of a jar breaking on the floor had her nearly jump out of her hide as she looked to Agar who had begun bringing in soil from outside. The treant whom she helped rear was now mobile and had pretty well the run of her lodgings. Theira boggled at the Treant as it paced in and out with a new load of dirt to dump onto the floor making a mound for itself to root into. She had thought to scold the thing but decided the task was for later, for a much more awake less hung-over Theira to deal with. Instead the Matron sat back up at her desk shifting through papers to try and find herself a pack of cigarettes. While she searched through the messy and chaotic desk of unfiled reports and applications she came across an old letter she had received. It was from Khorvis of The Grim, dated back from the night he bought her from auction. She ran her fingers through her mane and stood up to reread the letter. She walked over to her window at a slow pace while reading it a half frown formed on her maw as she muttered "Khorvis.. " Recalling what news of the orc she'd received at cantina her concern prevalent. Once at the window Theira opened the leathery flaps to let the sunlight in to Agars delight. The treant applauded with the sunlight as the druid turned from it and groaned her headache fully formed now. She regarded the letter and began to pace soon shoving it into her belt back and rushing to a cabinet to pull some old scrolls from it. She laid one large scroll down on the mess of her desk and unfurled it. Theira studied the chart reaching for some red ink to mark on it with which she did and held up the parchment in front of her. She felt a strange sensation trickle up her spine like pins and needles as she turned the paper upside down. The sensation worsened as it made itself known in her gut to be dread. The type of panic she had felt in later months when she lost control of herself to a nightmare imp. The kind of fear that creeps into the bones when one has no control over anything around or inside of them self. The Arch Druid recalled being trapped inside her own realm and watched the Nightmare twist the dream around her and feel helpless to stop it. The Shadowlands she thought would be even less hospitable environment - and one she had little knowledge of and zero sway in. Theira shook her head breaking herself from the laps of fear and tossed the paper back down on her desk. The druids expression turned to her usual serious face as she started putting her armor on. She left Agar to make dirt angels on the floor as she went off in search of a death knight for Stormskys proposed ritual.
  4. Every time I world Quest - "This is the song that never ends" always comes to mind.. as these are the quests.. that.. never END! >.<

  5. Theira Oaksong

    Sketchy Business

    Guild has a craft club on the go our first assignment was something hearthstone related made from Sculpty. Dis is what I made.
  6. Can I just be exalted with the nightfallen yet? Plz... I have been supporting your habit for over a month now. LOVE ME!

  7. Theira Oaksong

    Sketchy Business

    Sketch of Arch Druid Theira casting with her resto skillz.
  8. Yay! the muffins are here at last!
  9. Theira Oaksong

    Redmoon Masquerade

    * A new flyer has been plastered up in major Horde cities and outposts across Azeroth and Dreanor *
  10. <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/happy.png" alt="^_^" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/happy@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /> Yay Stalking!

  11. Theira Oaksong

    Rutilus Rally Flyer.

    ((Love that ^^ Ty all that attending it was fun rolling with yous)) *Flyers are gradually removed by the elements and disgruntled peons after this evening.*
  12. Theira Oaksong

    Sketchy Business

    Naring done in color, going to scan these nicely eventually add backgrounds (probably cut paste scenery from the game). Right now I just take a snap with my cell phone haha
  13. Theira Oaksong

    Sketchy Business

    Naring ^.^
  14. <p>Hi........!!!!!</p>

    <p>I stalk your page</p>