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“My heart… My heart however, is empty… My soul feels empty… I feel lost..”
Her inner monologue was trailing in all directions leading no where in particular. She had unexpectedly moved back to the outskirts of the city. She had pulled up her skirt and left no more than three days prior.
Three days…
Three days ago she was sitting in her favorite kitchen chair, writing in yet another tome. There were hundreds of tomes lining shelves, stacked floor to ceiling. They were full of her ramblings and musings of a time long forgotten. The same story written over and over again. The first tome she had ever written was bound in red silk at the bottom of her trunk. She hadn’t touched the parchment since she had closed it’s emerald cover. Each tome thereafter had delved deeper and revealed more and more with every pen stoke; with every turn of the page… And there were hundreds, if not thousands of them.
“My heart... My heart however, is empty... My soul feels empty... I feel lost..”
Her inner monologue was trailing in all directions leading no where in particular. She had unexpectedly moved back to the outskirts of the city. She had pulled up her skirt and left no more than three days prior.
Three days...
Three days ago she was sitting in her favorite kitchen chair, writing in yet another tome. There were hundreds of tomes lining shelves, stacked floor to ceiling. They were full of her ramblings and musings of a time long forgotten. The same story written over and over again. The first tome she had ever written was bound in red silk at the bottom of her trunk. She hadn’t touched the parchment since she had closed it’s emerald cover. Each tome thereafter had delved deeper and revealed more and more with every pen stoke; with every turn of the page... And there were hundreds, if not thousands of them.
Vel was scribbling through the same wound, the same hurt; ripping off the bandage yet again when suddenly she picked up the vial of ink and threw it against the kitchen hearth. Picking up the tomb, she threw it into the rippling fire; stoking the flames and sending a puff of black smoke up and out the chimney. She flung dishes off of the counter, shattering the silence in the cottage with their abrupt crash. The hair on the back of her neck stood straight, her skin raised with a wave continuous goosebumps and her forehead broke out in a sweat. She screamed in rage, and like a wild woman, she went to and fro destroying her belongings in each and every room.
Her soul was on fire.
The rage in the Priestess had begun to manifest itself in her fingertips. A violent violet hue had begun to creep up her fingers; resting just above her first knuckle. The light in her had retreated with such haste and that void was almost instantly filled with shadow. She was a completely different person. Someone unknown... Someone familiar... Someone she had hidden deep within the recesses of her psyche for a very long time.
When she had come full circle through the cottage and found herself back in the kitchen, the shadow had crept up her arms, over her trunk, down her legs and had reached her lower lashes. With nothing left to break; the Priestess paused and noticed the destruction. She suddenly realized that she felt the unmistakable burn under her skin and instantly panicked. Her eyes widened and she inhaled such a violent breath, that combined her will; forced the darkness back down deep within herself and back in it’s proverbial cage. The violet hue faded from her ivory skin and she stood there empty and ashamed.
Tears replaced the sweat on her skin and fell freely down her face; pitter-pattering on the brick floor and onto sporadic slivers of ceramic that laid deathly still. She swallowed the lump in her throat and took a deeper look at the devastation. The Priestess carefully surveyed what was left.
“Well done...”
She said to herself; swallowing the bitter words back down. She went from the kitchen to the sitting room and bent over and picked up a tome. Blowing the dust off of it, she hesitated to open it and subconsciously shook her head. No.. This wasn’t the time. Vel gathered a few more items that were left unscathed and clutched them close to her chest.
Making her way across the room, she stopped at the bedroom door that had been left ajar. Like a nervous child she peered in, as if to see her parents frowning that she had gotten out of bed yet again. Her trembling hand pushed the door as far open as it could go and walked in. She tiptoed to her trunk that was scooted six inches away from its normal resting place at the foot of her bed. She opened the lid just enough to dump the items from her clutch and quickly shut it; so as not to let her demons out... Again.
Vel picked and plucked salvageable items and placed them in a pile on her bed. She then went to her dresser and gingerly opened the heavy wooden drawer on top. She pulled out unmentionables and dug around in the drawer until she found what she was looking for. Plucked out of the silk and lace was a three inch solid gold band. She placed it on her wrist and locked it in place; completely covering the runic tattoo. She gathered the belongings on the bed and threw them in the trunk and let the lid slam closed. The Priestess reached down and wrapped her slender fingers around the handle of the trunk and began dragging it out of the cottage; leaving the door wide open and never looking back.
.......That was three days ago and here she laid.
Her leg was draped over the side of the hammock and her toes were gently rocking her back and forth. She hadn’t eaten much.. Too full from the thoughts in her head to have any sort of appetite. She had mustered the nerve to “check-in” to a room at the Inn, but more than anything, that was a means to keep her trunk full of junk safe. Not that anyone would want it. She had drug herself around the city. Not much had changed, lots of unfamiliar faces were all around. She felt like an outsider, like she didn’t belong. She no longer belonged in the city that raised her. Her old life was dead. Everyone was dead or gone. No one was there to greet her, take her in, comfort her, to look out for her. She was forever on her own.
She was used to that. Abandonment is hard on the heart but even harder on the mind. The mind quickly deteriorates if you let it. She assumed that her little “episode” was just a weak wall in her mind finally deteriorating. She wasn’t a victim of circumstance, or a victim of other’s actions. She was simply unwanted and had no idea how to navigate life alone.
“You’re so stupid... You’ve literally been alone for years. Why now? You’re being fucking dumb.”
She huffed to herself but didn’t move. She didn’t know if she would ever move. She could be destined to die right there swinging in the breeze that floated through Eversong Forest and she couldn’t care less. She remembered when he cared what happened, but she didn’t know if he was alive or dead. It didn’t matter anymore.
Nothing mattered anymore. She could no longer see the happy in anything. She hadn’t been happy in so long, she didn’t even know what it felt like. She only knew what it felt like to be alone.
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Hey Ya'll the big secret today is the CrossRP addon - We can talk to the opposite faction ingame - not kidding - it uses the communities to make this happen and is allowed for now. I teared up as my NE spoke with BE about the resistance. MG players have designated safe meeting spots all around the world. We need more WRA people to join so we don'y have join MG groups to talk! The revolution has begun!
For communication across factions, you must be in the same Blizzard Community (basically Blizzard’s version of a Discord Server) as the other faction you are trying to interact with.
The rich oaky smell of the fire permeated the sandy blood soaked coast. Plumes of black smoke curled and danced their way through the thick, hazy air as if excited to be free from the suffocating tree. Long after the now blazing fire would be extinguished, the smoky smell would linger in the leather of her armor, in her hair, and in the fur of her companion. It would hang heavily in the air ready to greet whoever happened to brave the ruins for years to come; like the over abundant use of flint and steel mixed with the coppery twinge of iron rich blood; an all too familiar smell for the Ranger.
Her gaze scanned over the shore looking for any remnants of life; both of her battalion and those who would oppose them. The clouds began to gently dust them with a soft snowing of ash from the world tree and the cremains of those who would stand against them. Bits of ash clung to her lashes, causing her to continuously wipe them away when they began hindering her vision. Every once in a while she would flinch as a warm flake landed on her cheek; momentarily burning it. Her nostrils flared as they caught the sickening sweet whisper of sea and decay. The rays of sun fought for their rightful position through the haze of hatred and narcissism and had begun leaving their mark on the unnamed corpses who lay abandoned there; no one would be able to walk through the forest without retching deep from within their boots in just a few days.
The Ranger’s comm hummed and buzzed with orders being demanded and positions being broadcast. The low reverberation coming from others whom carried their comm’s close at hand. This was the beginnings of war. A war in which she did not fully understand the ramifications, though she knew there would be many, and a war in which so many lives had been snatched by death’s cold and unforgiving hand in such a short period of time.
The hairs on the back of her neck stiffened and her ears twitched as goosebumps marred her smooth skin. Even though she was sweating under her armor, she shivered once from the disturbing song of screams that the waves carried from Teldrassil. She nonchalantly shrugged it off, cracking her neck from side to side before reaching down to pluck a spent arrow from the intercostal space of a Magi who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Ranger robotically slung it over her head and into the quiver that rested on her back. For a brief moment a glimpse of the simple Sin’dorei came out in her thoughts with an innocent “I’ll have to clean my quiver of all this blood”.
She was trained to kill and she was damn good at it. She rose through the ranks and earned every color on her uniform. She encased her heart and her feelings in solid ice and because of that, she could kill in cold blood when need be. She was the definition of a warrior and a model soldier, though much harder now than under Thrall’s reign. She was one of the numerous Battalion commanders who gave the order to “FIRE!” and sentence the inhabitants of Teldrassil to death. This was a deadly game the Boy King and the Banshee Queen were playing and it was her duty to help lead her people to victory. She was sworn to do so.
She made her way down the beach, harvesting arrows as if she were in a field of wheat. “This is only the beginning.” …. “One victory for the mighty Horde.”…. Those thoughts entered her mind like a silver tongued snake; a personal morale booster some might call it. Her boots sank into the sand as she made her way towards the gathering of red banners; a debriefing no doubt.
“ONWARD TO LORDAERON! THE UNDERCITY IS UNDER ATTACK!”
The bellowing call from her Orc Superior was enough to flip some sort of switch and to cause her to snarl. The Boy King was swiftly moving to take the upper hand they had just gained and she’d be damned if she stood idly by. That was too close to Silvermoon, too close to home. The Boy King would soon find out what price his people would pay for their arrogance. She turned to look over her shoulder at those who were coming up behind her and shoved two fingers between her lips, letting out a high pitched whistle that seemed to get the attention of those just out of earshot. She waved her hand high and motioned towards her.
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I really dislike the fact that I took a break to work on some RL issues as well as my mental well-being and I’ve come back to wow to find all my friends are gone, all the people I used to RP with are gone and I’m not even sure where the major RP hubs are anymore. I even tried to branch out and write a little something on tumblr just so maybe someone would see that I’m back and I got nothing.. crickets. I just feel sad and alone all over again.
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