#noell

the theme this year was made for me, the lapistoria shill.

Light I needed this.

Noell swayed back and forth to the heavy drum beats that vibrated every rock of the hidden cave of The Drag. Lights of many different colors bounced off the walls thanks to the goblins as booze, drugs, and music altered all perceptions.

It wasn't very becoming of a constable of the Horde.

But after the last few weeks within Orgrimmar, laying low and cutting loose was exactly what the elf needed to free her mind. A hand came to her back and caused her to turn around to find a rather handsome Sin'dorei. His hand opened to reveal a small bit of green glowing material, thin eyebrows raised with the edges of his lips just the same.

There was a moment of hesitation.

And then it was gone as she placed her hand over his and squeezed to release the sparks in her mind and body from the rush of fel energies.

Noell danced for longer than the music played after that with her very enthusiastic dance partner.

The pulsing drums, the flashing lights, and roar of a living breathing crowd around him made Quinhou's sense explode in a glorious extension of self. The Pandaren himself and one with everything as he breathed in the deep smoke that was being pumped from strange mushrooms above him. The Dark Earth really knew how to party.

Fen doesn't know what he's missing here tonight. Orcs know how to party for real.

Closing his uncovered eye was a laborious event as his arms and body awkwardly tried to keep up with the dancers about him. Orcs. Tauren. Elves. Even a few Forsaken were smashing into one another as they undulated in a kind of unnatural shift that the living could never master.

Quin would close his open eye, glad that he had chosen to keep his patch over the spirit gaze tonight. The weight of the dead was a heavy burden to bear and the living still needed to live.

Life needs things to live.

The rock wall was solid. It was solid and safe as Erik leaned his head against it for a moment to catch his breath, his insides roiling as much as his eyes were inside his head.

Oh shit I am really fucked. I am really fucked. I am REALLY fucked.

Vulpearan gold eyes would lazily open and close in a sea of glassy red cracks, his vision foggy and swaying with the drums that continued to pound all around him. Bodies of all kinds of colors and shapes swam through his kite flying sight as he turned his head from one side to the next. Being the smallest of the smalls in the Dark Earth set up a different point of view to most of the rest of the Horde.

He saw a lot of sweaty ass.

Laughter wracked his body as he slid down the wall with a uproarious insanity that was easily drowned out by the music.

It was intoxicating.