“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to describe this. She’s good and kind and I feel strongly for her. I want you to know each other. It’s your right to know. She’s more than a friend to me. I do love her.”



Alastor’s mind repeated this statement, over and over until it just became ‘I love her’. He’d always thought the priest was running around on him. Why not? After all, he was never around and Eury never seemed to be around either. It had been a horrible gamble from the…

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   While many of us put on a happy face each day, the inner struggles we fight can be dark and consuming. These struggles are amplified by the living land of Pandaria and the physical manifestations of our feelings. Stretch your legs and take a walk through your inner psyche. What's going on that we can't see on the outside?…

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((I'm slow and rather busy of late - this actually took place about the time Theramore was being blown up.  Thank you Fromm for letting me write you!))

 

Thu-thump.

 

Thu-thump.

 

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It was a sound he did not notice until it stopped: the faint heartbeat rhythm of the rune Shame had sent him.  The silence, once it came, was alarming.

The apothecary pulled the…

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There are three…

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The butterfly flutters in the winds above Silvermoon, moving ever closer to the golden gleam of the buildings. Its wings are torn along the edges, its bright colors faded – its looks like an autumn leaf as it slips through the air, a bit of ephemera out of place on the pale spring day.



It is searching for someone.



Then it sees him – the priest, his white hair and white skin and white robe gleaming like pearls set amid the city’s gold. The butterfly flaps its tattered… Continue

He is lovely and pure-hearted and fresh and clean.

He is still weak, but he knows how to bend the Light to his will, and does so in service to the Horde, deployed to my old battlefield of choice.

He drinks and gambles, but these problems can be rectified easily enough so long as they do not escalate into addiction. If I must do it through keeping his lips and hands occupied…

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Anthryst studied the moon’s position in the sky. It’s soft glow caressed her face and cascaded over her raven black hair. The two colors of her eyes shimmered in reflection as she turned slightly to address Eurynine.

“Do you think I will ever get there? Outlands, I mean.”

“I’m sure you will my friend. You will hunt down all your foes and slay them from a hundred yards.” He responded.

“I hope you are there with me.” She responded, smiling.

“I do too.” He… Continue

My dear Eurynine,

It's hot and dusty out here in this place, and I cannot help but think about our last evening together. I apologize again for the suggestive part at the end of our nice dinner, but I hope you can realize my feelings for you grew from our time together in Warsong and Arathi. It's hard to not fall in love with the one that often saves your life. Your leadership, your courage, your quiet handsome grace. *ahem* where was I?



I hope that we can once again fight… Continue

***Companion post to Anthryst's Screams of the Dying (Arathi Basin Gold Mine) Might want to read that first***





Eurynine nodded at the battlemaster, a female Sin'Dorei he was quickly becoming familiar too, then turned to the half anxious, half eager eyes of his companion. Anthryst was Bryndemaur's friend, one of the young ones accepted into Light of The Sun, and he had introduced her to Eurynine recently.



Glossy dark hair and skin tanned to a nutty brown, wide eager… Continue

Anthryst's breath caught as Eurynine did the suicidal. He rose from behind the cart and walked out calmly towards the oncoming Alliance rush. She somehow found the courage to rise and stand next to him.



"For the Horde." He said quietly.



They both began a war-scream, Pyre adding her own rock-cracking roar. Eurynine ran headlong into the enemy and arched back to unleash a scream that shook Anthryst to her core. The shadow-infused howl tore into the souls of the Alliance and… Continue

The Alliance had built impromptu barricades from salvaged wood, stone and had blocked both entrances to the entire mine area, or so they had thought. In the dawn hours Eurynine led a small force to the cliffs overlooking the mine entrance. With a soft spell and some shuffling the entire attack team, Anthryst and Pyre included, was floating softly down on the heads of the weary guards.



The only clue that something was amiss was when Anthryst unleashed three arrows into the BACK of the… Continue