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@embercrested said: (▰˘◡˘▰) sisterzone eh?
keep the WOLVES from the door.
i hear them scratching like i don’t know better.
“ This is the Lady Lucille Waycrest, ” introduces a man whose voice stutters not at all, eyes unwavering as he stares down the Death which glances right past him to his Lady. She might have been impressed by that, were she a little less hungry and a little more inclined to think favorably of these salt-soaked nobodies, but alas.
Hasn’t put its best foot forward, Kul Tiras. What a shame.
( “ Behave, ” Jaina had plead on the way to these stormy unfriendly shores, right before they’d been clapped in irons and left to fester underground with rats and worse. She could laugh at the irony if it weren’t so very enraging. )
But far be it from her to stoop as low as the adversary. Thus as she stops before this pretty little waif of a noble, she does not grasp that long expanse of throat as she so ardently desires, nor does she rip the soul from the resultant corpse before turning upon the impotent bodyguard, and the squealing townsfolk, and every other pestilent stain of a so-called human life festering on this soggy waste of soil before bashing Katherine Proudmoore’s head upon the ground with a melon burst.
Behave, Jaina had plead. And thus.
She stops before the Lady.
Haunting courts for half a decade or more has left a certain polish upon even her rough butcher’s manner; Deathlord is all crooked grins and arching spines as she sweeps down upon the proffered hand to cradle it between those black clawed gauntlets that would like to crush bone, with all the care of a crocolisk scooping a hatchling into her jaws.
If the curtain of her lips should unfurl to flash wrought ivory upon the soft warm skin of the dear delicious Lady Waycrest.... well.
She did mention she was hungry, earlier.
“ Lord Zoen Mith. ” No herald nor bodyguard to announce the royal dead, save the black beast loyal at her side. Her grin crooks higher as she meets the Lady’s dark brown eyes, scars crinkling in a way that looks as ugly as it feels. “ Charmed. ”
And you could almost believe she means it, had it been anyone else that said it.
won’t you k e e p the wolves from the d o o r ?
it won’t be long before i CAVE IN and open up the —