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Araleath Vacirus

When the sun goes down every day, the world grows dark. However, the world isn’t devoid of light. The moon sees that we don’t ever have to se

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Zhalàr
Author's Note: This story was written for a server writing contest on my then server (not Wyrmrest Accord) with the prompt of "Alterac Valley." That is why this story is specific to that battleground.

"Lose Some"

© 2007

Nasira stamped and snorted her disapproval, tossing her proud head with a jingle of tack and harness. Her breath fogged in the freezing air, wreathing her muzzle in a fine mist that de

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Rosinthel Duskrunner

"New Lands, New Opportunities Pt.5 - Finale"


The light of the blood moon shone through to a filthy cage that Rosinthel had been calling home for the past few months. There she lie among the stench and rot of fetid remnants of slaughtered corpses. She took every violent attack and insult hurled at her by both her captors as well as the whispers inside of her own head; at

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Zhalàr
"Nightmares"

© 2006



Panting, gasping for every sulfurous breath, the man traversed the nightmare landscape. His gait was not the easy, long-legged lope of a man accustomed to dancing for hours on end or distance running for pleasure. It was the ragged, panicked flight of a terrified animal.

Blood oozed from numerous shallow cuts and scrapes, each burning as sweat found those wounds. Ev

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Lady Amora'lei

Song resonated tenuously throughout the thick of the dense, atramentous woods. Moonlight merely trickled betwixt the rime-covered leaves and twisting, branches of trees, her silvery rays oscillating, occasionally painting the stones in white that reflected against the snow enveloping the ground. How ethereal the haunting ambience was for a lullaby to be spilled this night; a faint chime echoing, carried by honeyed and velvete

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Rosinthel Duskrunner

"New Lands, New Opportunities Pt.3"

[TRIGGER WARNING: Torture, Abuse]


Rosinthel awoke bound and gagged atop a large isopod-like creature. The sun had set far in the sky; nightfall was upon her and what seemed to be a small party of perhaps ten or so making their way through the dunes near the Nazmir border - far off her original course. The hulking creatures appeared

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Rosinthel Duskrunner
"Torturous Whispers"

Rosinthel had just landed on the northern shores of Tirisfal Glades, formerly Northern Lordaeron. She had spent the good part of the week cooped up with her stoic tigress, Nuala, on a ship that had been chartered by Alliance forces to deliver her and a few other unknown scouts to the area on a reconnaissance mission. Her orders were:"Scout the area, Observe and take note of enemy mobilization, Discover any w

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Lady Amora'lei
"Y-You.... Y-You can feel them, can you not?.." an inquiry spilled from the lips that were as sanguine as a rose in full bloom; a girl's voice was tenuous and velveteen like the petals from which those very tiers resonated their rich color from.


There would be no reply.


Silvery elongated brows knitted woefully as the weight of seemingly n

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Little Timothy Supporter
Little Timothy is an RP character of mine I created to experiment testing Forsaken Child-related questions, such as, "What would happen if the corpse of a child was accidentally risen?", "What would life for a young Forsaken be like?", "Are there any ethical stands the Forsaken have on undead children? What would they be if they did?", "If ever an undead child existed, risen to this life (whether on purpose or accident), what are the chances he o

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