Tag: Kate musing x 6

of helping you out.

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The one day he decided to go on a break in Eversong was of course the day he'd end up finding a trapped Kaldorei.

It was a woman clad in a cloak and an angry one at that, a hunter's trap had clamped over her ankle and she was yelling in Darnassian at him, grabbing and throwing pebbles and rocks she could reach, thankfully her dagger was just out of reach and broken, "Ow!" Kate said loudly as a stone hit him in the forehead.

The she-elf smugly grinned and the doctor sighed putting up his hands in surrender he also quickly emptied his pockets. The woman eyed him with suspicion still as he moved closer, until her eyes widened when he unclasped the trap "I uh, know a soldier who makes these, there's a release...

"I'm proud of who I am." 

The words left the doctor's mouth in a strangled gasp as he was being held against the tree by the throat, a large hand squeezed harder as another person roughly beat his torso with bare fists.

This was becoming a recurring event. Kate didn't mean to offend these soldiers but given how him merely being present in their region was enough of insult to warrant this he felt helpless.

"You know what you could easily do to get out of this." The words sounded like his but Kate knew it wasn't him. 

As blow after blow hit him the voice kept egging him on to peer into the men's minds and prey on whatever pain influenced their decisions to beat him.

"No.." Kate croaked out as they finally let him go, unwilling to...

The storm outside seemed to mirror the severity of the emotions that banged against the inside of his heart, screaming to get out.

The wind slamming the windows of his clinic did nothing to interrupt the furious pace of his paintbrush strokes. 

His skin felt warm and he had labored breathing as the colors hit the canvas, he pictured the looks people gave him. The textures of the drying paint forced him to recall the feeling of fists against his skin. 

The sound of dead tree limbs scratching the windows of his clinic drew out the feelings of hearing one he once thought he needed most calling him a "traitor" and "murderer." 

Shouting the elf threw his palette out his window, shattering the glass.

As he crumpled down to the...

Another night, another man. The doctor didn't even know his name and even as the man's deep voice spoke it to him he just heard white noise. 

"So when will I see you again?" The question was answered with a kiss and a shove out his front door. 

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Kate didn't like commitment, he didn't like strings and he sure as hell didn't like seeing him again.

"He thinks you love him." Kate didn't meet the ghosts eyes "You're not real." 

"I'm about real as your hushed whispers to that man last night, I thought you did too you know, love me."

Kate's arms begin to shake, his heart hurt and he closed his eyes tight. The voice of his dead lover dug it's way into his mind as he heard "They all see you as this beautiful thing to hold but we...

 By @the-real-arcanist-val  I chose - A story about where your OC grew up

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Katyr was a Teen in Suramar when he first had a brush with death. Given his mother's illness he had to find food for them on his own, he started stealing. The one thing hardest for him to pinch? Arcwine.

This day he managed to fit an entire bottle under his shirt while the guards were beating some withered for entertainment. 

Everything was going well until he ran face first into a high-up official, she looked...old, older than most and she spoke cruelly "Where are you scurrying to rat? Did you find some cheese? Let's see how well you eat it with a melted face boy." The woman held Katyr down and slowly moved a fire...

The looks he was used to; being a lowborn but given the recent events of Teldrassil and his outspoken stance against it, his cousins looked at him like he was a roach that dared to crawl near their shoes.

Silvermoon was hot this morning and he already felt terrible, carrying several pounds of medical supplies back to his clinic, several people had "accidently" tripped him multiple times this day; causing him to dump half of the supplies on the ground and making him spend more time gathering them back up.

It came to a head when a rather zealous Sin'dorei named Korthenar recognized him from a night before when he tore a propaganda poster off his clinic door. "Look lads it's the yellow belly, too afraid of death to support your...