Tinnaire @tinnaire#332
2020-10-01 02:59:00

That First Curse

That first curse

Salted with power

And kissed with rage

Eagerly chanted verse

That first soul

Slipped through stars

Dark and unwilling

Glowing like coal

That first servant

Voice so defiant

Eyes sharp in need

Hunger forcing her pliant.

Tinnaire @tinnaire#332
2020-09-30 03:28:00


Tinnaire brushed aside the last of the forest detritus and smiled where she squatted. The bones were clean; she’d been waiting to collect them, once the forest was done with the rest. A lynx skull, a femur, a few lumbar vertebrae, and a run of coccygeal bones. Not precisely white, but cleaner than when she’d marked them on her little treasure map.

Eversong, for all it had been through the last few decades, was still an ecology she tried not to disturb until nature had gotten its due. Death had sown here. But not always in the Scar variety.

She tugged at the fingers of her riding glove and folded it over her wrist, intent on a tactile prayer of thanks. It would make fine art and she felt her heart swell with gusts of...

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Tinnaire @tinnaire#332
2020-09-26 03:00:00

Spelled in Brewfest: Disaster

“No, no, no.” Tinnaire grimaced again, looking over her handiwork. This was too embarrassing.


She was talented. She knew what she was doing. She knew how anatomy worked. She knew countless ways of fixing this disaster. Or would have, but the client just kept insisting. It MIGHT have been cute. Maybe. Given a little more time and a little less indelicacy in subject. She could have done something with it that wouldn’t be … this.

“Oh yes, my dear! YES.” The goblin beamed and his teeth glinted gold.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Definitely am, toots!”

“It looks atrocious!”

“I think you mean it looks PERFECT.”

“... I’m not signing my name.”

“Fine by me. I paid ya. Our deal is done. I’ll take all...

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Tinnaire @tinnaire#332
2020-09-23 03:42:00


Too much wine, too fast, with too little to eat. Tinnaire gave a slightly undignified chortle, braced against the wall and feeling a bit stuck. She was trying to slide her heels off, and had managed one, but the other had fought and pitched her here, against the wall outside her Silvermoon apartment.

She hadn’t danced much at all, but her feet still protested the new shoes she’d bought. Ahhh~ Finally. Off. Her perfectly manicured toes flexed and curled a couple of times. It took another few tries to hook both shoes on her fingertips, but she managed eventually.

She slumped against the bricks and looked up at the dark sky over the city. Gods above and below, the world was beautiful. Her smile likely looked how she felt: drunk, bemused,...

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Tinnaire @tinnaire#332
2020-04-28 02:17:00


Tinnaire’s eyes lit up, literally, and the felfire surged triumphantly over the beast below her. Adrenaline and magic dizzied her. Her breath caught in her throat, half in laughter and half in shock. The hem of her robes pressed against her shins, buffeted by the suddenly heated air that leapt away from the blackening bones. She heard the marrow pop and the laughter finally bubbled out. The witch in her soul soared even as the felhound staggered, dead before the demon’s flesh felt it.

The spell had been spectacular. And she turned on her heel, but her eyes rose to the skies over Suramar. A felbat fell with a satisfying thump against the stone, green embers scattering from the scorched fur. Waves green fire came out and whirled into...

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Tinnaire @tinnaire#332
2020-01-14 05:12:00

A New Key

There was no where to put her key. No bowl on a stand by the door, no hooks in the wall, no arcane drop pocket. Tinnaire stood there in silence, peering at it inert in her palm. How perplexing! Moving wasn't something she had ever worried about. She'd always been taken care of and more often than not, these little things were well in hand before she'd ever walked through her own doors. Living alone for the first time in ages came with all sorts of baffling problems she'd never considered. New adventures. Her lips quirked and she curled her fingers around the key possessively before dipping it into her pocket.

The apartment was mostly empty. Her eyes swept over the blank walls and the freshly painted white walls. She couldn't decide if...

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