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Connor Worthshire
Connor ashed the cigar in the ceramic tray with a small frown, regarding the papers stamped with the anchor of the Admiralty. His grandmother's courtyard had become barren, save for the holly that remained green despite the chill of the air. He wore the signet that was gifted him by her, and did so with pride, the golden anchor set underneath the silver compass that denoted him as a Hudson employee. The ascot of his suit was an emerald green and

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Carrion

Like mycelium, powder brittle and roots yellowed blanketed once fertile soil. It crept into houses no longer lit and lived in, reclaimed them as a place for spreading yeasts and mold. Home of t

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Elleindria Quickspirit

Elleindria sat silent, arms crossed over her chest as the distinct sounds of a smoldering fire as the

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Elleindria Quickspirit Yesterday, 07:25PM
Chamomielle Meadowscorn
Who: Mielle, a shack in the woods
What: Just making some friends.
Warnings: Animal death, some gore.

She dips her arms elbow-deep into the basin. They feel nothing -- with care, the blood has cooled just enough with a few coals smoldering underneath it to match her own temperature, the basin a womb, her fingers and palms suspended in the lull of the liquid, her mind slowly approaching a trance. Th

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Celyssena Sunfire
"He just-- just walks in here, with OUR family secrets and had the gaul to judge ME? Me of all people! Those weapons musthate him-- it can't be a proper bond, only a Sunfire can bond properly to a weapon of our make--" The mage paced, her heels tapping against the tile being the only sound in the room when she wasn't talking; "Who the Fel even is Ith'velion?" She spits, "What doe he know about us, WHERE did he get his hands on our weapons,

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Celyssena Sunfire Dec 7 · Rate: 5
Ith'velion Autumnshade

Tension had set into every muscle as Ith’velion closed the door to his room behind him.

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Ith'velion Autumnshade Dec 7 · Rate: 5
Pauleen Vernon
Eventually he will kill me. There will be a day when all the healers in the world can not mend my flesh, bind my bones, or hide the evidence. There will come a day when I am but ash. Will he then turn to Thomas as the subject of his rage? I've convinced myself that I am the problem, that he'd never do such a thing to the boy, but what if I am wrong? What if all this time I've spent pushing people away is a detriment to his health and well bein

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Pravyn

"The war wages on, almost all of Kalimdor is occupied, our islands are the only other stronghold that remains outside of Feathermoon." "Are we really calling an irradiated light display and a crash site a stronghold at this point?" "Well, we have the Vindicar watching over us at least." "We almost crashed that too..." "No no no, its because we didn't let those elves sneak in this time." "They didn't sneak in the first time!"

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Uriel'thos Frostveil

Uriel had been at the edge of the water for what seemed like hours. Waves lapped at the young elf’s bare feet as he stared out across the open expanse of ocean that went beyond the horizon. The sky was splashed with variants of red and orange, fading into a purple sky just before the sun set as it would give way to the night and its stars.


The water was cold yet refre

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Uriel'thos Frostveil

Crossing his arms and leaning backwards, the rickety wooden chair creaking under the death knights shifted weight, his expression turned solemn and distant. Memories flickered past his eyelids as he held them closed for an extended moment. They were painful in that he longed for that time once again. To be young once more. Alive. Even through his siblings bickering he missed them both fiercely. His parents too. At least they

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