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  1. Empti's paw made her flinch as he brushed aside the intruding hair. At the news that she was not fel tainted, her lips screwed themselves into the most confident smile, "Invincible as always... heheh, bastards." The girl seemed to simmer into a strange calm, taking self inventory. "Hmmm," she hummed and peered closely at one tiny but muscled arm and then the other, flexing repeatedly and running her fingers over different scar terrain. "Brown you say?" she confirmed more than asked, further examining her body for who knew what. She was now standing, pressing and flexing her chest, abdomen; rolling her shoulders. "Forget tha' priest, but I will take you' fish now..." It was a calm command, her demeanor had completely changed. Eyes locked on eyes and she held him there, not breaking or blinking. It was like that, an uncomfortable staring match until a flattened hand found itself a mere inch from his eyes. She had made a forward jab so fast that he almost didn't see it. Still staring, with an icy stillness she retracted the hand, slowly, "...and a weapon."
  2. ((Taking her to the Goblins? LOL. /initiate bloodbath! I was going to have her mention them eventually... I will post a response later but I'm loling at that.))
  3. <p>Keraph! /stranglehug</p>

  4. Tumbling onto the ground mid-thought, she holds her head and screams,"NO! I have to help Quinn! Two-blade Pete has 'im!! There is an attack on Southsun!" Her eyes bulge out of their sockets as she looks up at the talking bear. A talking bear. A talking... bear. Frozen in stance, she looks at each item as its dropped at her feet, and then back to his furry face in horror. "A TALKING BEAR!" ...but he speaks words I understand. She clambers over to him, not touching any of the items. Who knew what hidden enchantments they might possess. Empti was wrung again at his neck fringe, and shaken only this time with more desperation, "My eyes, my eyes! What COLOR are they?? Do they look green? Am I a snot eyed point ear!??" A corkscrew lock fell comely over her forehead as her voice trembled. This idea, of having green eyes, it seemed to almost make her sob. "Tell me, bear-demon who speak the Orc tongue! Have I become one?!" The scent of raw fish made her tiny muscled stomach rumble audibly, but her frantic expression did not betray her. It appeared this creature was volatile and only knew emotion in extremes. It was unclear if she could be reasoned with mentally or physically, considering how many bodily scars she seemed to have.
  5. So intent was this naked "imp" at doing some sort of damage to the thing with sheer brute strength (it's the only thing she had), she barely noticed a great trunk raise up slowly, casting its shadow upon her. Out of nowhere, it seemed, there was a firm fuzzy grip engulfing and pulling her as easily as gravity. Stonelike in her surprise, all movement ceased but for a few spasms and leg kicks. The little girl was strong and didn't seem at all exhausted, though for the moment resembled an ornament hanging off a Christmas tree. After the dumb shock left her face she seemed to acknowledge Empti, frowning at him with a look of disgust, "Wha' tha hell ARE you? A BEAR?..." No sooner did this last cyllable leave her lips that she began to look around, twitching intermittently and muttering to herself "...clever disguise, it mus' be one o' tha guardians... oh, but those don' change, jus' tha small one..." She trails off, forgetting her physical predicament, and in a bi-polar fashion squints and appraises the surroundings more carefully. Rocks, sand, oh, there is water... a LOT of that. Huh, would you look at that, trees... Mere slits draped in copper fringe, her eyes dart one direction then the next. I must've finally lost it, the fel magic! A great tension once again builds up, angling from her feet and travelling upwards. "Aaaah!!... I'm tainted! Get it off me! I need a PRIEST!"
  6. At this she whirled around, definitely female, but had more of a boy's chest than a woman's. This area flexed as a fist lashed out and grabbed Empti by his neckfur, she shook him futiley with all her strength but he completely dwarfed her. This was, of course, ignored. "What you call me you son o' bitch!?" Her nose flared, and the wind seemed to join in the fight, playing and grappling with her curls. Nevermind the nakedness, now he could get a clearer look at her face. Hum, those eyes were ablaze with rich earth... if earth could be called blazing. And the crest of lashes which seemed to erupt from them with volcanic fire. These features alone demanded more attention than her screeching voice. "Nghaah! You so FAT! If only I have a knife I'd skin you alive, HNNGGH!!" She kept trying to shake him, using her whole body as leverage. This quickly escalated to climbing UP him as if he were a rock or tree and wrapping her arms around his neck to try and strangle him. She snarled as all her muscles bulged, straining to at least make him choke. "Die demon!! All these years o' hell! I KILL ALL OF YOU!!"
  7. The awe, the beauty, the strange calm that was once Azshara held its eternal autumn in this secret grove. In years past it had drawn more historians and nature lovers than adventurers. To some it had been a secret hideaway for respite from the world, and to others a meeting place for less benevolent designs. Much had changed since then. But in this still sacred spot, a remnant of the static fall of leaves, never seeming to grow fresh ones continued. A slight wind disturbed them now to a rustling, and then a gust making whirlwinds of red, orange, and brown. The calm waterside began to draw choppy waves, causing the bobber and fishing-pole to bounce erratically. The air became cold and then scalding hot as the surroundings steeled and finally settled themselves. At this moment, right before Empti's eyes, it seemed the very sky ripped open! A mouthlike pocket widened revealing a deep black void, and subsequently spat out an object. Something flesh-colored and squirming onto the ground. It growled angrily and seemed to be in pain. The opening shrunk quickly, but left just enough of itself for a little gnarled hand to reach through and extend its middle finger. After some shouting in high pitched gibberish, it was gone. The seemingly undesired thing it had ejected was still there. It appeared to be humanoid, with a mess of very reflective copper ringlets. Oh, well that was nice, not unlike the autumn colors around them, though certainly more ore-ish. A small fist furiously rubbed a spot within the curls, the growling returned only louder this time. A face was partially revealed; diminutive, though its features were obscured by all the contorting and scrunching, making it so red it seemed as if it were going to pop. The rest of the body was a tawny brown, well muscled with some interesting scars. Finally it stood, mostly furless (unlike Empti) except one distinct... spot, and very short. Race? A few possibilities. Suddenly this girl (for it was erm, undoubtably female) stood and began to stomp on the ground violently, screaming words completely foreign to Empti. "Ohhh...YAH!!?" She belted at the now mended sky, "YEAH!! F@%* YOU TOO, YOU F*#@ING F#@*S!! WHATE'ER THAT EVEN MEANNNS!!" And she returned its single fingered salute, though if it could see it or not remained a mystery.
  8. Pries open the crypt. Another person here that hasn't played in years, probably no point in replying but I came here to snag some writing material that's hidden somewhere in its cobwebs. Main RP Toon: Carmensita, Menion, Midian Horde Or Alliance? Mostly Horde, but Alliance too. Guild: Cartel Enforcers, I actually heard about this guild on a NON-rp server and switched servers just to be a part of it. Sowell is a genius. Even after the guild disbanded I roleplayed that I still worked for Steamwheedle. Refused to put Carmen into any guild because the storyline was so unique. Ravencross and Treasure Seekers, hah, sorry bout'cha. I created the TNGGLBT, the Villains Group, and The Wizards of Dalaran all mage guild. What was your favorite RP event or storyline? All of it. I have a lot of Netherlegends on here. The best is probably that my character was actually a "bad guy" and nobody realized it. Wizards of Dalaran university was particularly fun, Rp-pvp. While I do have screenshots, I am not even sure I remember the password to my photobucket. This is my art thread though and does give a little window into my roleplay. Searching my posts would be really daunting, as I have too many freaking Netherlegends and my Blog has about 50 pages to it. http://wow-tng.org/showthread.php?11794-Faces-of-the-Wolf-(NSFW) Who is someone that you used to RP with and haven't heard from in a long time, that you miss the most? Arte! I have everyone else on my Facebook, pretty much.
  9. Major thread necro. I promised to post a finished drawing of Illiyana and Carmen (Tamorah), and due to my condition becoming seriously life threatening I had to leave the state and most of my belongings (including this unfinished picture). I had planned drawing the whole back of the bar from my days in the Cartel. Anyway. As promised here it is, the last piece of art I ever did. Maybe if I had a scanner and some sketch paper I might contribute to some major TNG nostalgia. Sorry I couldn't finish it Illi.
  10. Hey Opal! And thanks Urivial, all of this was done with just pencil and paper. No computer pograms. <3 Irri/Tamorah (Carmen) sketch is almost finished.
  11. I want to thank Mortica for not deleting this thread, as I was able to find it and save all these pictures for posterity. I am currently working on a picture for an Illiyana, for old time's sake. I do not own a scanner, however if she would be so kind, once she receives it perhaps she'll uppload it for me. <3 xoxo
  12. <p>in stalking --err, <em>skulking</em> around conversations I noticed you have an LJ..cooking yes, but one nonetheless, so I added you. Yee haw.</p>

    <p>Sup, bb?</p>

    <p>God Im so antisocial that Im even antisocial on the internets >_<</p>

  13. <p>Miss you too Mort, thanks for the sentiment.</p>

  14. <p>Hey, nice to see you. Yeah, I just haven't logged in in months. Once in a while someone requests membership to the Villains group so I finally decided I better hand it off to someone who's active. If I ever got a faster connection, I might actually play. I still fiddle with story writing for some of my old characters.</p>

  15. <p>Hey there. I just came back myself and you were one of the people I was looking for. How are you? What have up to? I really wish you were staying.</p>