Leonaess Dawnbinder

Obsolete shadows moved out of the corner of her subjugated mind. Overcome with whispers many, silent babbling prayers to any and all that might take it upon themselves to listen. Effortless chill, the permeating damp of a musky reptilian slither crawled slippery smooth through magically intoxicated veins. Palms pressed flat against the glossy surface of what appeared to be a slowly churning riverway, black obsidian ripples expanding with the simplest movement as Leonaess Dawnbinder stood from where she had been crouched in a rabbit-like fear in this dank oubliette.

She had been here before but never had it been so void of colorful expression.

There was no light, but eyes adjusted to the gloom with amethyst gaze casting over the...

It had been awhile since she stepped foot in Dalaran, the humming vibe of the city glittering electric such was it’s magical foundation. At any other time, memories would have caused her to smile but Leonaess was on a mission that started to grow more urgent by the minute. Fingers teased the hood of her cloak ever lower to conceal all save those beckoning lips, hand dove into her pocket to press against the burning letter from Cassimir where a name was silently sung. In a spire with minimal traffic set apart on an allotment of grass, resplendent in crimson and gold, was where she could last recall the public office of this particular Kirin Tor official and it was with very little excitement that she entered. The cool rush of a ward...

There was many a thought that lurked in her mind some that invoked smiles to pass private and fleeting on her lips and others...well they brought on a stinging pain that left her hand coming to clutch at her breast until the moment passed. With conversations having been had, events that left her feeling as if something brilliant was now lost, something that truly was never her own to begin with. When such a notion weighed heavy on shoulders, to a little jar of salve, settled on the table did gaze travel towards from time to time - as if it served as a reminder.

Time. It  trickled by in agonizing miniscule grains, leaving the aura soother and warper of energy doing anything to keep her busy. Soon, the entirety of her island was...

Fingers fiddled and teased at a velvet lined tin, retrieving a pre-rolled cigarillo and placed it eagerly between lips. A snap of her fingers produced a spark tinged in violet, enough to light the joint that was now puffed to life.

Breathe.

It had become difficult to do even that. As if sucking air into her lungs only reminded her how constricted she felt. The past few days were a whirlwind of unnecessary happenstance and so much had prodded at all the disastrous parts of herself that were riddled in self-doubt. The bruises finally reflected the torment that was in constant battle inside caster’s svelte figure; beating bloody that heart.

Not once had she a chance to explore her new home without the watchful care of a...

How long she had been staring at her hands was uncertain but lengthy were the shadows she recalled crawling behind her; looming reminders of what could happen if all light was snuffed out. Fingers flexed, slender and pale extensions of herself that were a seeming collection of digits to be held in delicate regard.

But how foolish is the person who makes rash assumptions?

Drawing from her cocoon, shoulders drew back to straighten spine as if wings might sprout. Exhaling a shuddery breath Leonaess shifted from where she had sat quiet in a curtained alcove, shielded from the rest of the library and outside was a view of the thick, mist wreathed forest that surrounded Darkwood Village. Often she wondered if Gilneans secretly brought...

Scrutinizing gaze swept over the parcel, the tips of tapered fingers teasing at the boisterous red bow that sat atop a wrapped present. Was it too much? Lower lip was chewed in worried thought, aureate mane canting this way and that as if trying to find some hidden meaning in the brightly colored paper. Huffing an agitated puff of breath upward, shifting several messy wayward curls, the ribbon was done away with; plucked swift and clean. Instead, was a bit of lace then wrapped about the gift and a sprig of balsam fir nestled securely in place. Pleased now, a smile curled the usually joyously tilted lips of Leonaess Dawnbinder.

Attention drew away from the treasure on the table to cast an eye over the now empty cottage with only...

Inseparable would have become the word of the day, or rather, something that found itself on the tips of tongues in silent agreement between the studious pair over the course of months; one with hair of gilded morning light and the other inky midnight. The library, which had opened its doors to allow many a curious person to plunder the textual depths, had become a success not only within the small Gilnean comprised town but for members of the Serpentine Kiss - at least that was until they disappeared. But, with the company of questionables having taken their work underground, it did not stop such things as story-time corner with Leonaess Dawnbinder, who once a week gathered the little ones of the town and treated them to baked goods,...

Inseparable would have become the word of the day, or rather, something that found itself on the tips of tongues in silent agreement between the studious pair over the course of months; one with hair of gilded morning light and the other inky midnight. The library, which had opened its doors to allow many a curious person to plunder the textual depths, had become a success not only within the small Gilnean comprised town but for members of the Serpentine Kiss - at least that was until they disappeared. But, with the company of questionables having taken their work underground, it did not stop such things as story-time corner with Leonaess Dawnbinder, who once a week gathered the little ones of the town and treated them to baked goods,...

Peering, golden thin, and vibrant was the rising sun greeting the chilled coastal seaside where Leonaess’ small camp had been settled along eastern coastline. Roseate shades chasing away the twilight violet as the winking sparks in the sky started to fade.

The fire was a simmering thing of ash and molten veined wood, bodily indentations in deep impression alongside it before two pairs of footprints lead back to where the meager shelter had been pitched. Languid in an utterly relaxed position was the lounging figure of the manipulator, suggesting utter trust and safety in surroundings.

"Well done - you've proven me wrong. There is still -something- worth saving, here."

Before the touch of tawny lashes flutter low, the watchful...

The blood began to well from the slash made across glittering ivory palm, trickling in a deep carmine off the tip of lithe manicured finger. Plip, plopping to fill a short test tube that was held by the steady hand of the aura soother. Satisfied with the amount, a cork stoppered the greedy vial and slipped it into an envelope along with a golden, curling strand that had been cut from the sunshine waves coming to frame the determined face of Leonaess.

Scrawled in a flowing, elegant script across the face of envelope:

“  Assurance.  “

The morning haired gypsy paused in her travels to see that her twisted little letter was sent to a hideously beautiful monster that no doubt already knew which way she’d lean. Setting out...

The starkness of the faded floral skeleton on her desk gave her pause, catching herself staring at the crumpled, curled in leaves and the petals that retained their resolute curl in a bud; trying in vain to retain some life within. It had drawn mind to the note attached, brows furrowing as if she still contemplated her answer even though knowing deep down there was something darker that lurked urging her further towards whatever end waited in tainted woods.

A deep inhale, moving from nostrils where it flared to guide in an expansion and expelling of the stress and worries that collected heavy on slim shoulders, steps took her towards a travel pack and her favored satchel. An extra set of clothing, a pair of boots, and a beautifully...

Oily rich petals, intoxicatingly wicked with fel taint floated and drifted incessantly about her mind. Thoughts swirling much like the moonwell, trying in vain to fight against seeping corruption before gurgling and spitting out poisonous fumes as the purity was drained. It hurt her somewhere deep down, watching that female’s spidery digits crush and maim the sickened flora with such pleasure. How she hated the Kaldorei people, how she despised anyone who opposed the great Sin’dorei faction, gilded and burning beneath the blazing sun till crimson spilt bloody.

And yet, Leonaess hadn’t lifted a finger to stop Lydira, her stomach coiling into knots that made her feel terribly sick. Not helpless but...fascinated by how easy Elune...

Everything seemed to be touched with a silver halo. A moonlit decadence of the impending night that lingered on each blade of grass and leafy branch - fireflies starting their golden dance on a subtle breeze that caught everything up in a float. Leonaess moved as if the circadian rhythm ruled her body, hips cast in hypnotizing sway with the slow accentuation of feminine curves and wiles - all for whom? There was a youthfulness to the fluttering of her heart, a rising color in cheeks as the white witch cast a flickering glance upward with coy attentions from beneath the weight of thick lashes.

“ What are you grinning about? “ His voice was calm, tinged with a masculine husk that sounded terribly familiar. But why couldn’t she...