LIVE ANOTHER DAY

Finnall was not a fan of this staff at all. The silly thing looked like a stick, a walking stick. It was polished and smooth but it was very ugly and dirty. She found it half way buried in the earth behind a tree when she took a break. "What are you gonna do, huh? break me? Ooh, I'm shiverin', mummy, help!" Finnall groaned as it spoke again as she waited for Kael’thas to text her back. The three little dots were moving so at least he would reply to her fast and not like an hour or more. She didn’t think she could stand it much longer. When at least the message came through she facepalmed, feeling a bit embarrassed that she didn’t think of it.

Power prickled at her finger tips as she set her phone on the ground and cast the spell. The silence that came was bless as she signed and relief. Just as she began to text back saying it worked, the staff made an unflattering sound.

“It...It made a fart sound at me...” Finnall texted as her forehead rested on her knees. Now she knew why someone tried to bury it.

The simple and serene sound of nature was calming for one with a troubled mind. Birds sang their songs, the fragrance of blooming flowers a sweet perfume, the doe and her fawn grazing peacefully within arms reach brought familiarity and comfort. Emerald gaze fell upon the Black Prince - her dearest nephew. Piercing yet warm, a faint smile graced her lips as the feelings of pride, love and understanding radiated from the former aspect. “You will always be welcome here, dearest nephew.” Voice ethereal, calm, and firm.

“Perhaps in time I can teach you to connect to The Dream, should you wish.” The power to gift entrance into the dream was still one to give. A blessing she would give willingly to her kin if he so desired. While some were weary, Ysera showed only compassion and a willingness to understand and change. Val'sharah was as close one could be to the dream. It was her home as well as the dream, left in the charge of her eldest daughter. While she had become distracted with the affairs of the Fourth War, vile things has tried to take the Dream once more and take her children with it. 

(Jaina Text): You’ve already committed a felony today with your outfit so you may as well treat yourself to the ice cream. 😎🍦

(Finnall Text): Rude, at least I didn’t wear a crop top and baggy pants for the longest time. Idk if I want to get you an ice-cream anymore but if I change my mind, what favor you want? 

The Magistrix signed as her golden eyes were transfixed on her young phoenix. Cin'al was no longer a hatchling as she flew around in a circle as she chirped and tested her singing skills. “The human king will not let his precious peace slip from him easily. No, it would be one of his allies, that I am certain.” The blistering heat did nothing to improve her mood, not even as she cast a spell that made it more bearable for her and the blood knight. The white-blue ball of magic hovered over them as small flakes of snow fell and melted before it could reach the ground. Valethra would rather be in Silvermoon but came to support her regent lord, as did many others.

Spellbreakers from Silvermoon patrol the streets in their regalia. Valethra herself was finely dressed, her long hair done in a neat bun as she wore robes of red and gold. Embroidered with great detail of a phoenix and other designs.

“And what of our former warchief I wonder? Whatever she is scheming I cannot even begin to imagine.” The question if she was scheming at all was a foolish one to utter. Because she always was. For the good of her people or ill for her foes, Valethra knew the Dark Lady always had a goal in mind. It would be near impossible to track her, even with her magics, Valethra would be little use. The only one who would know where she was was her champion. And even he was nowhere to be found.

one / ( alias / name ): Lazy or Dragon 

two / ( date of birth ): Feb 17

three / ( zodiac sign ): Aquarius 

four / ( height ): 5′6″

five / ( hobbies ): Gaming, Writing, drawing, crocheting and knitting :) 

six / ( favorite color ): Red

seven / ( favorite book/s series ): Umm chronicles of shannara, harry potter and the Witcher. I haven’t been much of a book reader since high school sadly. 

eight / ( last song listened to ):  The Witcher 3 Silver for Monsters 

nine / ( last film or show watched ): The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance 

ten / ( story behind url ): All characters have experienced tragedy and I added craft because I wanted to be cool and because I played the shit out of Warcraft 3 for years and still do. 

eleven / ( inspiration for muse ):  Music and quotes have given me many ideas

Tagged by: @lady-proudmoore <3 

Finnall Goldensword

Orestes:

you are orestes from the oresteia by aeschylus, and you are haunted by a cycle of pain. you try your hardest to be a better person, but sometimes you wonder if you will stop feeling trapped by your past. you have a strong sense of justice, you are quick to protect and defend those you love, and you are not afraid to compromise your morals if that means you are settling the score. eventually though, the consequences of your deeds will catch up to you, but that's okay, because sometimes looking your ugliness right in the eye is the greatest release.

Ysera

patroclus:

you are patroclus, from the iliad by homer, doomed by fate to be stuck in a love story that has no place on the battlefield. although you always have the best intentions, you have to realize you cannot save everyone. your unwavering loyalty means you often lose yourself in the process of putting others first. take a deep breath, remember who you are, and that you are deserving of the same love you try to put out. you are kind, you are strong, and you give and you give but it is never enough to protect those you love. in the end, it's not even enough to protect yourself.

Abaddawn

medea:

you are medea from from the argonautica by apollonius and medea by euripides. you are ambitious, ruthless, and unforgiving in getting what you want, and unapologetic in your self-preservation. the truth is, you have let your romantic ideals get the better of you before, and time and time again you have had to relearn how to build up those walls and thorns that guard it. the only person who can protect you is yourself, and you have learned that the hard way. sometimes stoking that fire of hate and anger in your heart hurts more than whatever you're fighting against.

Tagged: @lady-proudmoore

The Banshee was like a weed that needed to be pulled or it would choke the life around it. Even as she mused over many events and past regrets. The sound of foot falls was enough to draw her to the here and now. Ysera’s eyes had been closed and remained so. An old habit that became one of confront in troubling times.

“Come forward, I had heard your approach.” 

WORLD OF WARCRAFT: WARBRINGERS // accepting 

The foul howls of twisted hounds filled the growing silence. The half elf captain of the small band gazed upon the blood elf with a cold stare from her spot on a crumbling wall. The men and women around the half elf shifted uneasily, weary from their previous battle with the undead. They kept their weapons close as they waited for the command. Green vile coated the golden blades of Scourgebane, the mighty weapon rested on Finnall’s lap as a polearm. The double blades could easily be pulled apart and dual wielded with deadly accuracy.