I have no excuse for my inactivity this time, actually.

My free moments, and believe me, they haven’t become any more frequent or lengthy, have been dedicated to WoW recently.

A new expansion means new lore and new ways to interact with previously neglected Warcraftian OCs. I haven’t lost a drop of passion for Tales, Tales blogging, Tales RPing, etc. I’m just being forced to choose how to spend the little spare time college grants me, and for a while it’ll be going to WoW.

I’m not really a fan of hiatuses; I prefer to just come and go as I please. So, no hiatus here! ‘Just giving a bit of an update on my whereabouts and my reasons for not being around. My love for Tales and my Mithos muse are still thriving and active, but I’m just really fired up to explore this new ex-pac too. ‘Hope you guys understand, and I hope you’re all well!

AnimeFest 2012 Cosplayer- cruxis-and-coffee Photographer- abyssiansoul

“Did I get lost…? I don’t remember leaving the camp…” But Martel, Yuan and Kratos were nowhere around.  So he must have wandered off!  It was the only explanation.  The three of them wouldn’t leave him behind!

Were it not for nights like this, nights where he had to slip out of Altessa's house and into the woods in the dead of night to meet with a messenger and send orders here or there, he'd surely go insane. To act so naive and so unassuming, to receive compliments and words of care from his truest enemies, and to feel himself sinking into some twisted state of comfort in their midst... it was all so nauseating. 

The blonde seraph, still in his older, more imposing body, watched that particular evening's courrier disappear into the trees before uttering a small sigh and turning back towards the cliff face that also served as Altessa's abode. It was then that he heard it; an uncanny reproduction of his younger form's voice calling out to his former companions... including his very long-deceased sister. Yggdrasill's eyes narrowed a bit, irritation and a pinch of anxiety driving him closer to the source of the sound. It had to be some kind of trick...

“I have ever tried to play the opportunist, sir,” he began, standing straight, “I believe that is part of the reason I was selected to be a Cardinal.”

The angel's eyes narrowed sharply. "Internal discord and eventual insurrection were not a part of my vision, Rodyle, and they hardly exhibit loyalty."