They Call Your Name
She had come to hate the Night Warriors.
Not necessarily because they were enemies on the opposite side of this war for existence. Rather, Eleeria hated them for their weapons, their brutality. She imagined that the healers of the Alliance felt the same way about her and her Order, but as she washed her hands off of blood and grime in an infirmary sink, she couldn’t help but feel resentment. Glancing at herself in the mirror — hair tightly pulled back for once, the sharp lines of her sleepless features starkly visible — she patted her cheeks gently to try perk herself up. “Fortify!”
It didn’t seem to do much — hard to pat away long hours spent healing the injured — but it brought a smile to otherwise severe features,...
Stained Glass Heart
Rare is the sight of the brilliant paladin without her armor, rarer still to catch her standing in the dancing light cast from stained glass walls. Glistening golden tresses lacking their usual blue headdress. Reverent steps on cobbled stone carry her forward, vibrant colors dancing across the bare arms and face of the woman with every movement. Chilled fingers trailed along the ends of wooden pews, worn from years of kneeling and tears.
A pure devout to the light, lost and wandering when presented with a second chance at life.
Jade eyes cast themselves down to the stonework beneath her footfalls.
Pure.
Was this a word she could even use to describe herself anymore? Most days she couldn't even recognize who she had been before...
The Hunted (part 1)
Zeno sighed and gently patted Fifalr's neck before releasing him to the skies above Tol Barad. Diplomacy had never been her strong point in life, and even more so wasn't in undeath. She made sure to secure her blades in their sheaths so as to appear as least threatening as possible before entering the tavern. She was not there to cause a scene, which is why she was visiting on an off night as opposed to during their scheduled faction-neutral mixers.
She walked through the door, eyes searching for signs of activity, settling on a pair of employees conversing softly by the fireplace. One of them was an Illidari who worked security and she was hoping he'd be there, and the other... Well, this was unfortunate.
Dizarak Sanar...
Head above Water.
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...
There's a room where the light won't find you
Hallways once filled with life and laughter, with a pact made between siblings. A home built by loving parents and dutiful children. A place for growth and learning, torn asunder by the petty wiles of the elite. Whispers of memories past flowed from the walls as if spoken by the stones themselves, somewhere down abandoned corridors a screams of the dead rang out. Mental static mixed with deft footfalls on broken ground.
"Enough, Zaravala."
His voice echoed through her head. The terrified look on his void touched face as the light slipped from his mates eyes. The smell of blood. She scrunched her nose at an unseen smell. Visiting only to retrieve her glaives and mask, already proved to be a poor choice.
The crimson haired nightmare...
Celestial Love
Pale twilight shone between the leafy trees leading up to the dark and still house. It's eerily soothing glow caressing the upturned face of the void male perched on his small private porch. Mismatched eyes closed to the heavens as he remain cross legged on the stonework just beyond his door hands tucked into his lap as he simply sat and listened.
The evening at the tavern had been entirely too stressful, from one moment to the next there were entirely too many people and too much happening. A majority of the trouble revolving once again around Melisande's knight in prickly armor. A scowl crossed the Ren'dorei's face as his meditation landed on the snide face of the male, he shook it from his mind with a mild shift of his head.
Peace....
Amely Fiske
Lyn’s cigarette burned low in her free hand while she scrawled names in her notebook. Amely Fiske, misguided, poor, unfortunate Amely Fiske. She’d missed her children, that was all. It was a common theme among the Humans who were caught up in the chaos of the Second War. It was a common theme among anyone in Azeroth, that the path a life followed would be irrevocably changed or influenced by their family.
Roussel Fiske, Sr.
Amely Fiske
Daphne Fiske
Caspar Fiske
Aldren Fiske
Roussel Fiske, Jr.
In death, their names were all that remained among the living. Amely certainly hadn’t been remembered among the dead.
Lyn’s first trip into the Shadowlands to visit where the plane of the dead overlapped with Haven had been entirely...
A New Look
Sunlight.
It was rare to get sunlight around the island of Tol Barad, especially during the cold months, yet this particular day was clear blue skies accented by the thin dusting of snow settling on everything. Of course, it wasn't warm enough to melt anything enough to relieve the flora of its ice layer, but the sunlight was enough for Kav. She opened all her curtains and poked the fireplace until a good strong fire warmed the majority of her place.
Rustberg Village doesn't fit the general image of an island home Kav had dreamed of; the lack of palm trees and vibrant flowers all year round definitely affected her. Still, the place had become a home for her. Okay, so maybe the citizens that had been there for years didn't really like...
A Day at the Faire
((Thanks Marachius for writing this story with me! Yes it's long, we usually tend to write long stories when we work together.))
Regynn looked in the mirror, her eyes widening at the sight that greeted her. She ran her hand down the blue skirt, brushing at the non-existent wrinkles then she smoothed the pristine white fabric of the blouse, blinking at the amount of cleavage it revealed, “Oh… hello there.” she muttered. She glanced up at her reflection, noting the crimson hue on her cheeks before she tugged the fabric back up.
The priestess glanced at the curtains that separated her sleeping area from the rest of her flat where Marachius was sat, waiting for her so they could go through the portal to Stormwind and attend the...
Release - Tesclina Kotara
((The following is for an alt that I haven't played in ages but I love her back story and I want to explore it more. I hope you like it.))
The carriage gleamed in the early morning sun, the matched bay geldings standing idle as the coachman descended his seat and moved to open the carriage door. He stood patiently for several moments, watching the people passing by until he heard the hospital doors open and a soft voice call his name.
Mr. Brinkman looked up the stairs at his young mistress, his gut knotting when he saw her wane features though he covered the reaction with the stoic air of the hired help. “Miss Tess, you’re looking well.” he said as the woman walked down the steps and stood a few feet from him.
“Don’t lie...
Ægishjálmr
“How many runes did you place, Alvilda?”
Lyn looked over at the long dead Queen, the fairness of her face forever preserved from an early death in battle. Ashildir, leader of the Valkyra, the giver of the boon that had held sway over the Paladin’s life since she’d come to the Halls to be judged. Fluke or not, some error in the grand design, it had happened. It was what it was. She hesitated a moment as she mentally re-counted the pattern again for what must’ve been the tenth time. “Twenty four around the perimeter, to match the spokes of the Aegis, one in the center to connect them, and eight more in the “middle” — some are in the buildings, but I wanted—”
“Balance. Good, you listened,” Ashildir smiled and...
Look who's digging their own grave.
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...
