#exspiravitae

 “Right, of course, unlike those other days when it just fell out of the bloody sky like rain.”

    The agitation which wrings out her hollow stomach makes itself manifest in the environment around them, dropping the temperature to something near arctic and kicking up the child’s version of a blizzard. Blight crawls across the ground in a circle from where she sits atop the broken stone remnant of the pomerium marker, but what’s there left to kill? Garrosh was very thorough.

     She checks her pocket watch once again, and oh yes - hair colors and fashion tastes and titles may be subject to change, but among those ironclad components which comprise Jaina Proudmoore is tardiness.

    ( Comprises Zoen Mith as well, but that’s neither here nor there. )

    The temperature drops a degree or two more.

          Glowing felfire green eyes meet lichfire blue. Valeera suppresses the chill that runs up her spine unbidden, but there is no hiding the goosebumps that prickle into existence on her bare upper thighs and arms. She pulls her cloak closer around her to guard against the icy wind, still standing. She gives a wide, wary berth to the blight curling languidly through the air around the death knight, and to the stench of dark magic that wafts from her. 

          “Baine will not betray her. He is sacrificing much for this meeting.”

          Yet still, as if she does not completely trust the word she speaks, Valeera had come to watch. And the death knight had, what? Come to watch her? As if she has not proven where her loyalties lie a thousand times over. As if Zoen’s presence here, among the ruins of Theramore, is not far more disturbing.

And roar, dear heart;;

He hadn’t struggled mercilessly against ambient mysteries shrouding his kingdom, survived such a travesty within their fair capital, dragonfire and his father’s true return just to stay safe and sound within the keep -       .... and it wasn’t as though he didn’t comprehend.. fear of loss, loss itself....                              Bolvar....  He’d apologize, later, of course, to his father, for disobeying him once again, but while the King was mopping up the remains of such a horrendous campaign...   Well,     Valeera should not have taught him her techniques, if she didn’t intend for the young cub to utilize them. Hitting grass, silent as a soft sunbeam upon glistening morning leaves, the young boy peered about the corner, inching within reason past one last yawning trooper who was more than likely simply ignoring the golden child’s existence, allowing him access into the lower streets of Stormwind, heading towards the docks.

  His pace was far from restrained, and his dedication to scouring the area before him was stunted, not even looking ahead of him in a slow jog.

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

                             “Ain’t shit, Zoey, tryna’ sleep.”

He said so, in warbling, unrefined tenors, but the young man rarely had any ability to slumber, racing thoughts and glowing eyes haunting the creeping shadows of a feral mindset to the point of insomnia - as such, he didn’t exactly insist, but it was worth a shot.     It was a mystery, as to why he was forced again and again to babysit this golden fluffball who could barely keep her giant head from forcing her to topple over, let alone fight for herself, but who was he to question the one who had granted him a place to stay?            (Easily, he questioned it easily.                                      He was stronger than most of them, either way.                    Soon, he wouldn’t need them, but...                                                 She needed so much damn help.)

               “Don’t give fucks about Loamrams.”                 

PATCH HIGHLIGHTS:

New Hero: Wrathion (Defense)

Appearing mysteriously in a shroud of mists and quickly ascending as a powerful assassin, Wrathion travels the world in search of a greater truth, willing to sacrifice anything to make ends meet.

Primary Ability: Lightning Lance

Wrathion totes a large polearm, striking enemies with a large sweep of the Lightning Lance.

Secondary Ability: Fireball

Wrathion can cast up to three powerful fireballs in an arcing trajectory, damaging enemies. He can generate more fireballs every few seconds.

Shift Ability: Crumbling Arc

Wrathion leaps before an enemy, striking those within a semi-circle arc and stunning them for three seconds.

E Ablitiy: Magma Pit

Wrathion generates a pit of magma on a select area on the ground, damaging and slowing enemies that stand on it.

Ultimate: Inferno

Wrathion casts a powerful AOE attack, dealing punishing damage to enemies within his radius. Enemies are slowed during the attack, but Wrathion cannot move while casting.

Passive: Heat of Battle