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And thus the serpent spoke, "The time of heroes draws nigh, young one, for soon you will be called to act once more." His fist -- still planted in the earth below with support of his jade-hilted brand -- clenched as he dipped his head forth, eyes shut sternly with determination. "We will not fail Pandaria," the rugged warrior spoke, then he'd rise to his feet a-
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
Elleindria sat silent, arms crossed over her chest as the distinct sounds of a smoldering fire as the
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
Tension had set into every muscle as Ith’velion closed the door to his room behind him.
"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!"
