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"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
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
"New Lands, New Opportunities Pt.3"
[TRIGGER WARNING: Torture, Abuse]
(New Lands, New Opportunities Pt.2)
The small, lithe elf continued to make her way through the Alliance foothold of Shatterstone Harbor as the unforgiving sun pressed down hard upon her. The breeze through the makeshift streets didn't offer much relief as the wind kicked up the dry parched earth below. It wasn't long until she came across a middle aged human man, clad i
"New Lands, New Opportunities..."
Upon her arrival back to Stormwind following her mission in Tirisfal Glades weeks ago, Rosinthel had learned of Jaina Proudmoores aide in Lordaeron during the battle and her suggestion to travel to request the help of the Kul Tiran Naval Force. The war was escalating against the Horde, who had paired up with the Zandalari Troll Empire t
Supportera sigh— so sweet
yet these lips
p o i s o n o u s
and fingers fleet
this liar’s tongue;
its caressing chime
made of p r o m i s e
and inhibitions unstrung
come wander with me
come wand
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
She had arrived too late,
SupporterBiding time's ebb and wizen
Sleeping, forgotten; waiting liven
Treasures spared by eternity lay
Afloat on ink, I hear a calling
Loudly lapping, ever crawling
To nip my ears with voice enthralling
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Drip-drip-drop.
