#pls give me ghouls to ruin i am having thoughts and visions and ideas

[wrathofrats]

Not to be gay on main but consider the possibilities of cirrus and mist being a little team to ruin their ghoul of choice (:

In other words: hnbgghgvvv masc women

[vladimira-shakahn]

Grim Fate

No one is safe...

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Last Friday was the first time Vladimira decided to venture outside of the beautiful, creamy-white stone walls of Stormwind. Her destination wasn’t Elwynn, it was Westfall. The idea was to learn how to be more hands-on rather than magic-reliant. With how the world was changing and how quickly a life could change in a split second, she wanted to be prepared for anything... Most of all, she wanted to learn how to properly care for a Horse before purchasing a Stead for herself. 

 Friday and Saturday flew by. She met new people and some who became friends. Memories were made. Snapshots were taken by the Gnomish engineered cameras that everyone seemed to have these days, and even little games were shared from Quel’thalas to Westfall for the children. 

 The golden plains were certainly a culture shock in comparison to what she was used to. Quel’thalas had magic brooms and carpets. Floating flora, and even magical fauna. The horses were for the Knights and the Hawkstriders stuck to those who were not among the order. It wasn’t ordinary for a Knight-less lad or lass to be found with a Horse as their companion in short. 

 Sunday came and it was time for Vladimira to pack up her things, check out of the Inn, and make way back to Stormwind. By foot it should have taken a little over half of a day since she always enjoyed to stop and smell the Peaceblossoms that were one in many on this new land of hers. That was when everything changed. 

 After she crossed over the bridge and waved goodbye to the fellow Guards and Stormwind Knights, the woman was quick to disappear from sight as she walked with no real thoughts on her mind. It was a dream. All of it was. It was as if Quel’thalas was truly in its own world and that this... All of what she experienced were lives that she always read about. Of course she could have found a way to sneak into this area decades ago, but did she really want to? No. 

 It was while her head were in the clouds did she get caught off-guard. Vladimira was at a point in her path where no guards were to be found and no passersby could be seen. It was where if something bad was going to happen, that this was the time and place for it all. Oh, and it was. 

 One minute her vision was clear and the next the road was smoke filled with puffs of cloud. Powdery-blue eyes squinted in the dull of her minimal vision, teeth clenched and hands grasping at the one dagger on her right hip and the libram that shot off of her hip and split open with preparation for any upcoming incantation. 

 “Who is it.” Her voice hallow and direct. “Are you a Bandit? Mm. I will say that this is not a tactic I expected. Are you a double agent within the Alliance? I see how some of the people stare at me. Distrustful and angry, despite the Ren’dorei showing our pride and promise among them. Who is it.” She grunted. 

 There was a snaky laugh- it was almost... animated. Someone who had this all planned. It was no Bandit, and it was no double agent within the Alliance. It was of a familiar voice, but she didn’t get the chance to figure out who it was. One knock over her head and the woman was out. The next thing she awakened to was a grimy cellar and the nail-like noise of risen Ghouls being chained against the wall nearby. 

 Vladimira perked in her damp chair. The only light that came through what she assumed was a cellar inside of a basement was by a slit of light that was purely accidental because of a crack that could have formed by war or by nature. Nasty droplets of dirty water continuously spilled onto the top of her mane of violet-indigo, the star-spangled beauty tied down by sharp wire. Any sign of struggle and the woman would find her wrists and ankles sliced through. Her mouth was covered by a tight linen and her weaponry were gone and across of the room. 

 Footsteps that clearly were not hers echoed through the dark chamber. Somehow it sounded louder than the Ghouls near her. Perhaps it was her elven ears being more sensitive than usual as she was more alert than usual, or perhaps it was the fact that the person making an entrance wanted to... Make an entrance. 

 There was someone else with the shadow-lapped figure that let out panting cries. All Vlad could get from that was that the unknown walker had another hostage, and it was another woman. 

 “Pl... Please. N-Not her.” That voice. She knew that voice. It cut through her heart like a poisonous dagger. It was her sister: Delilah Auri’elle Sunrose. What was happening? 

 A low and deep chuckle escaped the confined figure. “Shut up, girl.” The assault-ant was a woman. Who? That she still couldn’t quite place a finger on. Her voice was mechanized by whatever mask she wore. Smart. 

 Delilah was tossed onto the ground beside Vlad. It was obvious that she was taken hostage for weeks it seemed. Her normally bronze skin was now a dull pale with veins showcasing beneath her redden and wet eyes. Wrists bruised by the bounds of chains. “V-Vlad.” She whispered and quickly stood up to wrap her arms protectively around the Ren’dorei. The woman was a Priestess and for some reason it didn’t hurt to be near each other. Was her magic... gone? Was it because of her mana being steamed out, or was it gone entirely? 

 There was a primal growl that escaped Vlad in the comfort of her sisters arms. What could she do in this situation? Vlad was the fighter. Vlad was the one who protected. Vlad was the one who went to the other side to protect Delilah. Before she was turned, the woman went by the name: Kariss Delia Sunrose. 

 “Mm. Not the family reunion you both wished for, right? One of you is going to have to die today.” The figure finally split from the shadows and stepped into the slim light that danced within the middle of the damp chamber. 

 “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ael’dine Wrathsun and I am here to correct Azeroth. You see,” she rolled her shoulders and drawled out an elongated sigh. “Our factions are neutral now, but I do NOT agree with that. I have heard tales of the great Vladimira Sha’Khan protecting those who needs protecting. Cute, I will give you that. My issue with you is that you need to remember that the Alliance and the true Horde will never. Ever. Be cordial. You are known as one of the greatest fighters to your people now- you were to us as well. You served in almost all of the wars, right? Heh. I need to give you a reason to not be able to sleep comfortably in your daydream life that you’ve somehow managed to create with the Lions, Vladi. You are not safe. You will never be safe. None of your people will be. You are a traitor. A downright, disgusting, void-infused, traitor.” She spat while taking Delilah by the bountiful of her lush blonde locks. 

 Vlad flared with a heavy aura of void magic around her figure. There was no step between. She was taught to master the art of perfecting her emotions in order to perfect the proper usage of void, but this... There were few cases where she would break from what she fought so hard for and this was one of them. Azure hues split into deep purple- but that didn’t last too long. The bounds on her wrists glowed with an orange ward, completely stunning the woman from progressing any further. 

 A shock ran through her body and a loud wail left her lips. The void was simmered and she returned to her new and normal form. “Do not---” 

 “Do not WHAT, Vlad?” Ael’dine growled happily to her as she pressed the chilled blade against Delilah’s neck. “I will be here to break whatever peace or happiness you attempt to get. I will be here to ruin your damn life until you UNDERSTAND that WE will NEVER be neutral. You have gotten too damn comfortable. You were one of my greatest Knight’s at one point, Sunrose. Look at you now. A DISGRACE. A time ago you were spitting prayers to the Light, and now you heed for the Void. TRAGIC. I will NOT have it. I want you to remember this moment whenever you look in the mirror every morning. I want you to take yourself back to this moment and LIVE with the fact that YOU have FAILED your people. You have FAILED your family. You WILL NOT prevail. Peace will not prevail over wrath.” 

 “N-NO!” Vlad screamed as she watched Ael’dine cut a clean slice across her sisters throat. It was the most fruitless death for a woman who she knew deserved to be a mother to a beautiful family one day. 

 Sha’Khan was in pure shock. Even after being cut free as Ael’dine slipped away and then her Acolytes, the woman could do nothing else besides stare and feel every figurative piece of her puzzle of a heart break and clatter. There was blood on her toes, blood that came from her sister. The woman who she finally set onto her knees to hold Delilah close to her chest. “I am so sorry. I am so fucking sorry.” She whispered against the matted hair of the dead in her arms. “I... I.” 

 “RELEASE them.” Ael’dine’s voice rang from the other end of the hall. Just like that, the sound of chains breaking off of the Ghouls came to life. 

 The Ren’dorei forced herself back to reality. She raised Delilah into her arms and set her onto the table where she replaced her weapons with Del, then spun on her heels and successfully fought off the Ghouls. After the task was done and despite her heart telling her to run after Ael’dine for a selfish form of justice, she forced herself to carry Delilah to the nearest flowerbed of woodland beauty that she could find to bury her there. 

 Vladimira tossed the last pile of dirt over the now graved Delilah. Down onto one knee she went, head bowed, mind boggled. “I will have justice for you. I will find a way to pay you my respects. I will murder her and every last one of her family members if I must--- I.” The Sorceress stopped herself. “You would have wanted me to stay true to who I am. You would have wanted me to be smart about this. I failed you, Delilah. I will not fail again.” She stood and made her way back to the main road. Wherever she was would eventually bring her to Stormwind. Matted in blood, eyes dull from emotion, and body a mere vessel to a broken soul. She should’ve known. Her life in Stormwind was going too well for it to last.    

One final step and she was inside of the comfort of her loft- where she turned everything upside down. Furniture was thrown. Pots and plants were thrown. Everything was turned upside down until she had her fill and forced herself to bathe and readjust herself. After the shower she stared at herself in the cloudy mirror that had exactly one, Vladimira hand-sized swipe through it to give her the clarity to see her reflection. The same mirror that often found a smile in there now saw anger and sadness. Vengeance and a budding terror. “I will kill her. I will kill every last one of them. For the Alliance.”