Tag: Xanthia x 2

A figure could just be made out skulking through the chaos occasionally scooping gas masks on the unfortunate souls with no hope of revival under their own will, or dragging those clinging to the last threads of life to the small encampment full of her fellow guild mates. Upon depositing 3 more masks and a severely injured Night elf to the waiting arms of medics, Zaravala stood, shifting her glaives on her back before ducking out to the battlefield once more.

She praised the God's that she had not caught sight of her brother, the thought churning her stomach.

Upon locating another injured capable of being helped she carefully began dragging it across the ground.

She tugged harder on the body when she heard his voice yelling her...

Kynnaria,

I have done as asked and searched for your loved ones, I am afraid that this letter comes with news I wish I did not have to deliver. I managed to locate the remains of both your beloved Saber and your dear friend. 

As much as it pains me to inform you of this I also wish you to know I gave them a proper burial and in time they may help the forests of Darkshore regrow.

I am sorry and pray that Elune be with you in this trying time.

In humble Service,

Xanthia Lieu

The feeling of the Sabers patchy and mangled fur left the druid in tears, "I'm sure you were good and loyal to your beloved Kynnaria," she whispered to the freshly covered mound as she placed a seed in the small hole she left, her hand cupped around...