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[lillandyrshadowglade]

Little Rat

DWC May 2025

Day 1: Cruel / Beauty

TW: dubious consent (touching only) and not explicit, undead character 

A long time ago…

Anya learned that love was a boot on the neck. Love was an all consuming beast that devoured hearts and souls and held all the strings to make the puppets dance. Love was always a tragedy. 

Her mentor and teacher, Tristan Black, stood behind her, as he always did. The very air around him was cool and damp and filled with the scent of wet earth and funeral lilies. 

“Now,” he said, in his voice that was like several voices whispering discordinately, “We are going to play a little game, Anya,” he said, his voice filled with spite and a strange lilt that spoke of cruel amusement. 

She stood still and nodded. “Very well, Master,” she said. Anya had learned to never look directly at her mentor. To address him only as ‘Master��� and to always do precisely as he said. It was the only way to ensure he would continue to teach her. 

“Forgery is an art, my sweet, little rat,” he hissed in her ear, his skeletal fingertips dragging down the back of her arms, making her eyes widen and a shudder ripple through her. 

“The key to any lie is that one must believe it when it passes the lips. Or…in the case of forger, the fingers,” Tristan Black murmured. She felt the pads of his own fingers tracing over her delicate digits, what was left of his flesh dry and crinkled, like old parchment. 

It was something he had told her a hundred times before, yet she could never get it quite right. Anya had come to think it was impossible to believe a lie one knew was a lie. She didn’t think she could possibly delude herself to the degree it required. 

But she was about to learn. 

“Our game,” Tristan explained, “Is to act as two lovers, sunk deep into their passion. You will be Evthys, our lovely maiden, pining in wanton lust.” His dry, cold fingers curled possessively around her wrist. “I shall be Morgrim, the dashing soldier, barely able to contain myself…without you,” he hissed into her ear, icy breath sliding over her skin. “We must lose ourselves in overwhelming ardor, little rat.”

Because Tristan stood at her back, he could not see the aching pain etched in every line of her lovely face. The eyes so filled with the agony of love unrequited. Or what Anya thought was love, anyway. This…was a game she was already playing. 

“Must we?” She asked, her voice thin. She hated how weak and small she sounded. 

“Yessss,” he whispered in her ear. “Yes, because you can’t seem to get this lesson through that thick skull of yours. You must feel this, Anya. Feel it with me. We will be these lovers, you and I. Then?” His hand curled around her upper arm, squeezing too tight. “We will work.”

He stood her in the center of his cluttered study. Tomes, old and new, leaned in precarious stacks as piles of papers crumbled from age, yellowed by time and the smoke from his pipe. She stood with her hair down, gilded waves brushing her shoulders. Anya wore a simple shift as Tristan’s hands mapped every place of her. 

He’d commanded her to keep her eyes shut. She was never to look upon the horror that was his dead, reanimated body. Tristan touched her as she trembled and whimpered, tears sliding down her cheeks. Then? He began to speak. 

“My darling Evthys,” he whispered, as hands clad only in dried out flesh pulled taut over bones cupped her breasts. “Every night the same prayer falls from my lips,” Tristan said, his voice a hiss and rasp, a parody of what a voice from real vocal cords would sound like. “I pray that I will wake to see you in my arms, your lips on mine.” 

Tristan had no proper lips to kiss Anya with so he dragged the pads of his fingers across her mouth. 

“I yearn to lose myself in the heaven of your body, in the tight…wet…clutch of your cunt,” Tristan was behind her again, hands on her hips, skeletal fingers needling into the plush flesh there, sinking in, his grip hurting her. 

His grasp drifted as one hand slid over her stomach, up between her breasts to grip her throat and pull her more firmly against him. “Tell me you dream of me,” he whispered in her ear with such aching longing that Anya whimpered. 

“I dream of you,” she said, voice thin and reedy. 

“Mmmn. My naughty little, Evthys…do you touch yourself to thoughts of me?” Tristan Black rumbled in her ear. 

“Yes,” Anya breathlessly confessed. 

“And do you love me?” He asked, his voice like the wind sighing through the trees. 

Anya didn’t know if they were playing their game or not anymore. It didn’t matter. She knew how he expected her to answer. “Yes,” she said, her voice drenched in despair. 

“Your love is a beautiful thing, my sweet,” Tristan murmured. “As beautiful as it is foolish. Sit at the desk, Anya,” he snapped coldly. 

On shaking legs she crossed the study, eyes straight ahead, and made her way to the desk. She sat down to find parchment smoothed out and ready along with a quill and ink pot. 

Tristan, at her back, dangled a neatly folded letter. “You will copy this handwriting precisely. Study it quickly,” he said, their game apparently over. 

After she had studied the letter to HIS satisfaction, Tristan snatched it away. “Now, you will write precisely as I tell you in the handwriting in the letter. With all the pointless, foolish, pathetic love in your shriveled heart, Anya.”

Inhaling sharply, she wished it didn’t hurt so much. She had never said the words to her mentor. Anya had never told him that it was only because of him she had a place to lay her head at night. That he was the only one to see and understand her cleverness as well as her darkness. She would never have the chance to tell Tristan Black she didn’t care that he was a monster. Because she was a monster too. 

Instead, she wrote a letter to her lover. She told Morgrim that she would meet him under full moon and starry sky at a crossroads. He would find her there and they would be together at long last, that they would never spend another night apart. And Anya wrote this letter with all her unrequited, confused love. 

Tristan Black made a sound of approval and pleasure at her excellent forgery of Evthys’s handwriting. He snatched the parchment from the desk, reaching from behind Anya. 

“Do you know what will happen when Morgrim goes to meet his Evthys, Anya?” Tristan asked, his tone soft and full of cruel amusement again. 

“No,” she said, dread settling in her stomach like an icy stone. 

“He will meet an assassin instead,” Tristan said, voice sharp and cold. “Love is for softer things than you, Anya,” he said, hands falling to her shoulders. He leaned down so his mouth was by her ear, ”If you forget this again? It will not be innocent lovers that die. It will be you. I’ll end you myself.”

Mutely, she nodded, palms flat on the desk, heart thudding painfully. She’d only let herself cry when he left her alone. 

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[dadrunkwriting]

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[bronzeandsage]

DWC 2024 - Day 4 - Surrender/Tranquil

"What?" Sevlaz whispered as he looked up at the elf from the burned floorboards of the Wayfarer's hold.

The elf blinked slowly and shook it's head smiling at the dying orc. "My apologies, sometimes I get languages mixed up. What I meant to say is, hello Sevlaz. And to add to that, how are you?"

Confusion was threatening to swallow the pain of dying as Sevlaz stared up at the crouching elf, well who was now leaning back to sit down with the ease of child coming to hear a tale. Knees drawn up and face peering down at him with a curious and calm demeanor that was maddening considering the deadly situation they found themselves in. Well what he thought was deadly as the whole room felt it had just stopped. The smoke no longer felt like it was choking at the coldness he had been drowning in was now just as much outside as it was inside. A hard swallow as he whispered his rough reply.

"Dying."

The elf nodded softly as he regarded the fallen thief with that unsettling calm. "I know. I know it is very unpleasant as well, but some things we cannot change. We have to let them work out."

Sev blinked again very slowly, feeling more tired by the second as they talked. He felt there were a lot of words he wanted to use, but his tongue kept swelling as he stared. Or maybe his breath was just having a hard time coming. Either way sleep sounded all the better.

"I won't make this long or drawn out, but I have come to you to present an opportunity if you're willing and wanting," he continued to feel the quiet around the pair, his head still tilted as he asked. "But I would very much understand as well if you refuse. Being is not easy."

"But can be fulfilling."

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The clay trough landed with a soft clatter of juice, meat, and sticks wafting with the scents of a complex mixture of herbs and spices. Steam mixed with tendrils of burning smoke clouded Sevlaz's face as he pulled his pipe aside to lean forward to inspect his mystery.

"Bon appleteeth as the main man would say," Erik proudly grinned with his teeth, his arms crossing over his small chest with oversized hands hanging loosely.

"The main man?"

"It's just a saying, tell me what you think!" Erik snapped back with a mixture of impatience and exuberance.

The orc would sigh and tap out his pipe in the dirt beneath them, his foot absently reaching down to rub out the embers with is toe before reaching to the stick that held a kaleidoscope of charred meat and vegetables. A short sniff and look over of the food gave him pause as he debated on where to begin. The vulpera on the other hand got a different impression.

"Quit staring and take a bite you coward!" Erik slammed his hands on the bar and leaned forward, golden eyes eager for vindication.

Sev in turn backed up quickly with a look of shock at the fox's aggression, grumbling out an 'alright alright' in response before bringing the food to task. Carefully biting on the end piece of meat and giving it a yank and chew, bits of juice splattering across his bare ruined gums and yellowed teeth. Watching an orc without an upper lip chew was as intimidating as it was unpleasant for those of sophisticated table manners.

Erik's little shop care for none of these things as he continued to watch his sole patron chew.

There was a slow chew as the hot meat burst and slathered his tongue in a mixture of herb riddled grease. The slow lasted a bit longer as he continued before the final heavy swallow and hand reaching up to wipe his mouth with a what would be considered a satisfied sigh. "Pretty good, needs some heat though. You got any of that sauce?"

Golden eyes narrowed as he looked to the orc and grabbed a small jar under the table to slam in front of his customer. "Here. Just ruin it!"

"What do you mean ruin it?" Sevlaz grumbled as he opened the jar and spooned the chunky red onion goop on the pepper and tomato on his stick.

"The flavors! You have the palette of a yak!" Erik waved his hands as he began to tidying up for the next time he'd have to make something. "Nom nom me hungy me eat good! Bah!"

The half eaten skewer would point at the vulpera as Sev countered back with a mouthful of spicy sauced vegetable. "Hey! Tha's uncal for and racist! It's good, just need a kick or four."

A clang of pan and tong as Erik continued to sound off. "Work work! Something need doing?!"

"Damn it Erik! I swear you don't quit it with that, I'm gonna ring you up by your tail!"

"By my tail? And that's not racist? You know what I say to that you fu-" Erik spun about brandishing his wok ladle like a sword as he leveled it at the greasy face of Sev. But his words came to a halt as he looked past the thief, his eyes widening into golden saucers.

Sev growled as he eyed the ladle, ready to parry with his own clash of obscene stereotypes and language. But he could definitely take the hint that something was not right in Dalaran behind him. The skewer lowered slowly to his trough as he kept his eyes level at Erik. "Trouble?"

A soft nod of the cook's head, eyes still trained on the growing shadows behind him.

"Like danger trouble or like arrest trouble?"

"Yes."

A deep breath was drawn in and let loose as Sevlaz slowly turned about on his stool to find the ominous shadow looming.

"Damn it."

[sirdolraan]

Intrusive Thoughts

(( DWC November 2024 Day 1, Haze/Sexy, CW: None; @daily-writing-challenge ))

Dagran Thaurissan the Second, heir to the throne of Ironforge, looked up as the ancient pipes of the huge earthen steam engine shook and rattled, showing their age and lack of recent maintenance with every knock and shake. A quick bit of mental math informed him of just how much superheated steam was inside those pipes, just waiting to escape and sear his flesh while pelting him with bent pieces of metal, but he pushed those thoughts aside; he'd told Speaker Brinthe that he could see to this engine, and he would do just that. Besides, it wasn't like he was alone.

"Alright, got the secondary valves set, had to reinforce two of them with that kobold glue, but it should hold for at least a week." Lorellai said, rappelling down the machine using her wrist-mounted grapple so she could see and speak to the prince. "What's next?"

"Now that those are set, we should just need to disable the upper tertiary valve, and then set the primary to half open, and the pressure should optimize." Dagran said, looking at the old diagrams he'd been provided.

Lorellai smiled. "Easy enough, be right back!" she declared, hitting a toggle on her grapple and hauling herself back up amongst the pipes. Dagran focused his gaze on the various gauges before him, and tried to dispel thoughts of how much upper body strength that miss Truthhammer had, and how shapely it made her arms and shoulders, especially when she removed her coat due to the heat, revealing the sleeveless shirt underneath. The engine rattled mightily once more as the gauges began to climb, telling him that the tertiary valve had been disabled, which meant he needed to stop thinking about how nice his new friend looked when glistening with steam and start pulling the valve handle until... there! The machine's rattling settled down, and the gauges all reached the green section.

"All done!" he called out, "the engine is running optimally, and should keep doing so until the machine speakers can get a proper repair team out here."

A whumpf sound behind him heralded Lorellai's return to ground level, and she put her hands on her hips, admiring their work. "Old thing just needed some tender love and care to get working again, hopefully we can check in on her again sometime."

"Well, I don't know if the engine can appreciate the sentiment, but I certainly do." Dagran said, turning and smiling at Lorellai, trying desperately to keep his gaze towards her face and not her glistening arms or lightly clad torso. Those were inappropriate thoughts for him to be having right now. "Er, perhaps we should be moving on then? Wouldn't want mother to worry."

Lorellai nodded. "Sounds good, I could use some of that cool ringing deeps air right about now," she replied, gathering up her coat and carrying it under her arm as she made for the door.

"Yes, something cold would certainly help right now," Dagran replied as he followed, shaking his head. He would need to have a chat with gran'da later.

[tobythewise]

Welcome to DWC! Happy friday! For Zevran/Alistair: “Hey, so about—” “I suddenly have memory loss and don’t remember who you are.”

Thank you for the welcome and for this brilliant prompt!! 🥰💚 I hope you enjoy!

(Written for @dadrunkwriting content ahead: mentions of drinking, a drunk kiss, and getting together)

Alistair wakes up in his tent with a pained groan. His mouth is parched and tastes like dirt, his head is somehow both spinning amd pounding, and his stomach is sour. The smell of booze comes from his breath, making him all the more sick.

By the Maker, what did he do last night?

Oh right. They found themselves at the Pearl, deal with yet another job their fearless leader took on. After that, they somehow found themselves playing cards with a pirate named Isabela and after that there was alcohol. A lot of it.

Alistair hasn’t had many opportunities to get drunk, not while living in Redcliffe and certainly not while studying at the Chantry. So for the first time, he accepted every glass put in front of him. Looking back, he really should have stopped after two, but once he started it felt like a cop out to stop. If Wynne could handle a few drinks, surely he should be able to as well!

That was his line of thinking anyway.

Now? Now Alistair promises himself to never drink again. He’s sticking to water going forward.

Alistair smacks his lips, realizing the last time he woke up with his mouth tasting this vile was his Joining. Great, now he’s going to start associating alcohol with Darkspawn blood.

Covering his face with his hands, Alistair groans long and low. Just then, the flap of his tent folds open, letting sunshine through.

“Close that,” he grumbles without looking up. “Too early. Too bright.”

A warm chuckle makes him part his fingers, finding Zevran carefully closing the tent flap behind himself. Alistair’s stomach does a flip only this time it’s followed by a warm tingly feeling instead of the urge to throw up.

“Ah, I had a feeling you would be feeling a bit rough this morning, my friend. I’ve brought you cold water to help.”

Without saying a single word, Alistair reaches out and takes the water skin from him. Their fingers brush and a shiver runs through him. There’s something nagging him at the back of his mind, something that happened last night.

It must not have been that important if he can’t think of it.

Alistair takes a long swing of water, thankful at the way to washes away the gross taste in his mouth. He looks over at Zevran, finding him staring. Alistair feels himself flushing, something he does often when he’s around Zevran.

And of course because he’s him, the attention makes him panic. Alistair takes a large swig, the water shooting down the wrong pipe and suddenly he’s choking on water, coughing it back up while trying not to spit any water onto Zevran.

With dexterity and smoothness that Alistair is jealous of, Zevran slides further into the tent, kneeling next to him. His hand slides across Alistair’s back, patting him a few times.

By the Maker, the blushing is back and it’s even worse now that he’s so close.

Alistair turns his head, finding himself almost nose to nose with Zevran. This close, he can make out the little golden specks in his brown eyes. He’s so close it would be so easy to….

Oh. Oh no. Holy shit. Oh god.

Alistair’s eyes widen as he realizes what he couldn’t remember about the night before. He was so drunk he could barely walk which meant Zevran had to practically carry him here. While the assassin was helping him into his bedroll, Alistair pulls him down into a sloppy, drunk kiss.

They kissed.

He kissed Zevran.

Alistair can tell the moment Zevran notices that he remembers. His eyes grow soft and he puts on an easy smile.

“Hey,” Zevran starts to say, “so about—“

Alistair does the most mature thing he can think to do in this moment. He shoves Zevran back, falls back into his bedroll, and pulls it over his face.

“I suddenly have memory loss! I don’t remember who you are!”

There’s a long moment of silence. It goes on so long that Alistair is half convinced that the man he’s grown to have a giant, embarrassing crush on has left his tent. He just wants to hide and pretend none of this has happened because he’s not sure he’ll survive the teasing this situation is going to leave him with.

“If you wish to play it this way, I am not one to push,” Zevran finally says, his voice surprisingly soft. “In my experience, drunk lips tell what one is too scared to share while sober. If that’s not the case, consider this conversation to have never happened.”

Alistair swallows around the lump in his throat. It would be so easy to let it go, to pretend it was all a drinker mistake. But for once, he wants to be brave. He wants to take a leap. Zevran is worth that.

Pulling the blanket down so only his eyes are showing, he stares up into Zevran’s eyes. “And if my drunk lips were telling the truth?”

Zevran’s lips curls into an easy smile. “Then I would ask you to never kiss me while drunk again.” Before Alistair can apologize or throw himself from the tent in embarrassment and rejection, Zevran continues. “When our lips meet, I want all of your wits about you. I want you to experience our kiss fully. I want your sober lips to talk to me, my warden.”

Alistair might not remember much about their first kiss but their second kiss? He commits it to memory, completely sober.

[mistressofsha]

DAY 3 - BARGAIN

DWC 2024 Day 4 - Bargain

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"This is a tale of -" "No Miss Xinyi!" A tiny voice piped up from her small audience of children that sat before her. Little Anna had been quite silent up until now. "You have to start the story with, once upon a time!"

"Pandaren stories don't start like that! It's not a human story!" Jung - a rather stocky little cub - puffed out his chest. He threw a little cautious look to Xinyi. "...Is it?" "It is not."

"Ha! See?"

Xinyi observed the human girl's lower lip quiver a little, before she huffed and crossed her arms. She'll be quite the personality when she's older.

"Who cares about how it starts?" Oliver, another human child that had come to join in the storytelling with Anna, was seemingly the oldest out of the bunch. "I want to hear how it goes! So shhhhhh!" At his command, the other two quietened. All eyes were on her now.

Xinyi bowed her head, before she continued.

"This is a tale of the Red Crane Chi-Ji and his ever loyal disciples..."

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"....But when she pleaded with them on her knees, begging the ground to allow her to bow lower...they turned away. They did not consider her tearful bargains, they would not let her return. The Temple must be protected, and there had been too many risks taken that day."

Xinyi closed her eyes as she finished her tale - inhaling and exhaling gently as if she'd just finished a meditative session, instead of regaling a group of small children with a story.

There was silence for a moment, before it was Anna who spoke up. "So...she didn't get to go back?" "She did not."

"But they healed her."

"They did their best to."

Anna's little brows furrowed. "So where did she go? Did she have to leave Pandaria forever?"

"No. She stayed in Pandaria, but did not return to the Temple."

"What about her friends?"

Xinyi had to let out a little chuckle, despite herself. "I am sorry, child. The story doesn't mention anything further about her friends."

"That was a sad story." Jung picked at his ear. "My mother told me about the Sha. If I was there, I would have kicked them in the face...like this!" He suddenly shot to his feet, and gave a very amusing display of martial prowess. Wobbly martial prowess. "HiiiYAH!" "JUNG! You almost kicked me!" Xinyi let the children laugh and play around with each other - as she observed her own thoughts drifting. What about her friends indeed...

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[rhysgoodwin]

AUGUST DWC DAY 6 - TRUTH

Today was a rare day off for Rhys after his morning chores, which usually meant he could go spend some time helping out at the Stormwind orphanage where he grew up. Altruism was in his nature, and he wanted to ensure that the kids there now had a better life than he did. Both Mr. and  Mrs. Padley had seemed annoyed and worn out lately, having a farm to run and a toddler to raise was exhausting, even if they did have Rhys to help with both. So today he had volunteered to take her with him to give them a much needed break, but really it was more for him so he could spend some alone time with her.

With Lia perched atop his shoulders, they made their way through the cobbled streets of the city, stopping on occasion at the toy stores and sweet shops so he could spoil the little girl. On the farm Rhys had little need to spend his wages, so he had some gold to spare and would rarely use it on himself. These days it was more often than not used on his daughter, or given to those more in need. He knew how it felt to grow up with nothing, so being charitable was important to him.

Eventually they ended up at the orphanage, where he was immediately greeted by the elderly a matron; a woman that had been around since Rhys himself lived there. “Rhys, how lovely to — ohh! I didn’t know you had a daughter, what a lovely surprise! She’s beautiful, and a spitting image of you, what is her name?”

Aurelia ducked down and shyly hid her face against Rhys’s head with a giggle. Rhys couldn’t lie to the matron, but the truth was complicated and he didn’t want the matron to give him her stern face. It was best to keep the conversation away from details. “This is Aurelia. Aurelia say hello to Matron Maddison.” No words, but Lia did give a little wave from her high perch. “Is there anything I can do to help? Anything that needs to be fixed?”

The matron smiled at the little girl, “Well it’s lovely to meet you Aurelia. I’ve known your father ever since he was a baby, you know.” She returned her attention to Rhys, “Well if you are offering, we do have a leaky pipe in the kitchen, and a door that won’t shut properly.” She paused briefly, before continuing, “There may be an issue with the heater as well which should get looked at before the winter months arrive, and the faucet on one of the sinks doesn’t work.” She stopped herself, even though there was obviously more to list. While the orphanage was much better off now than when he lived there, it was an older building and in constant need of repair from so much use.

“I can do it, just give me a list.” He lifted Lia from his shoulders and set her down before removing from his backpack a bag full of sweets the two had picked out from the candy shop to pass over to the matron. “We picked these out for the kids. Maybe Lia can go play with the other children while I do some work?” Lia perked up at the mention of playing with other children, something she didn’t have much of a chance to do back on the farm.

“Of course, my dear. She’s welcome to come play here anytime, you know. Both of you are always welcome. Come on, let's get her settled and I’ll show you what all needs to be fixed.” She extended a hand towards Lia, which was immediately accepted by the little girl.

Rhys could feel his heart swell as he watched the two wander down the familiar hallway. He didn’t have the best memories from his time here, but this was certainly making up for it.

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[senkothewarlock]

DWC #6 (May '25 Ed.)

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(It gets a bit bloody at the end, and a vomit scene. Because is it really a possession without those?)

Day 6: A Relic of Negation

Senko shuffled to the flap. The cloying smoke still billowing out, like a forge at full capacity. Steeling herself, she grasped the striped skin that covered the entrance and tugged it aside. She looked up, sweeping her sight for traps or nets, of which there were none. In fact, the only thing of note was a small, brass bell that made a two-chime ding-a-ling as the cover was tugged aside. The room was carved from the local stone, and as such, it was a cold passageway. Roots and vines dressed the ceiling like the arteries of a body. As the two walked deeper into the interior, the smoke grew thicker and heavier. The amber hues of lanterns being the only thing visible by the time they found themselves at the end of a tunnel.

“And I thought my incense was thick…” Oonee remarked, using the case she carried for Senko to waft away the smoke.

“It is rather-… quiet. Is it not?” Senko asked, ears sharp and pointed.

A sudden ‘woosh’ sound was heard, and then the air was felt. The lanterns overhead swung with abandon as the smoke rushed away. Wispy tendrils clung to the ceiling as the bulk of the dense fog flung itself through the passageway, gushing out of the entrance to the den like smoke from the chimney of a train. Sat, on a humble chair, cross-legged, was a Pandaren. Her body was sculpted like a pear, clad in robes that seemed to wiggle alive. Stitch marks of purple, and black, and green, held the fabric together as it shifted. Draconic pauldrons billowed out a green flame. Her back was to the Vulpera, a high collar, which was no collar at all, but a scroll that was written with ever-burning runes, shielded her neck.

A long, ornate smoking pipe was seen, level to her mouth. Tiny appendages wiggling out of the top before spasming, they stopped and dissolved into a black and white viscous goop. She drew in on the pipe, blowing out a monochromatic puff before speaking softly.

“Two of you, and not very quiet ones either… I trust then, you are not the Shado-Pan here to put me on trial.” She said, still facing away.

“The only trial I’m here for is to see proof you’re as good as the report says you are, Lady Deadleaf.” Senko replied, a twitched curl formed on her pale lips.

“Mmh.” The Pandaren murmured, tipping some ash from her pipe. “Arrogance and charm are often partners in the dance of conversation. I wonder which you meant.”

Before the two vixens had a chance to respond, Lady Deadleaf adjusted her seating and turned around. Both hair and face markings were coloured a midnight blue, allowing her half-lidded, jade eyes to draw in the attention of the two.

“Since you clearly know who I am, you have me at a disadvantage, my little friends.” She said, taking another draw from her pipe. “Who does Baofa have the pleasure of hosting tonight?”

Oonee stepped forward first, the case now horizontal. “I’m Oonee, pleased to meet someone who also has immaculate fashion~.” She said, giving a bow and a wink.

Senko stared on in disbelief.

“My people often overindulge in silks; you seem to have it finely balanced. How quaint of life to produce an outsider with more balance than the people who fawn over it.” Baofa mused.

Oonee turned to Senko and spoke softly in the Vulpera tongue: “Was that a compliment or an insult?”

Senko gave a weak shrug before looking at the Pandaren. Her voice now hoarse. “I am Senko, the one who seeks your ability.”

A coy smile broke on Baofa’s face. “And here I was thinking you were after my poppies.” She said, a touch of sarcasm drizzled over her words.

Senko grew weaker by the moment. Faces began to appear in the smoke, the colour of the lanterns morphed and weaved into flashes. A polychromatic explosion assaulted her eyes, while the soft cackles from mouths unseen rang into her ears.

“My, so many negative emotions flow from you, Senko. I could use you as a battery.” Baofa said, absent-mindedly. She turned her gaze to Oonee. “Your friend here is suffering greatly, is she not? It is almost reminiscent of the Sha.”

“Well can you help her or not?!” Oonee asked, her voice pitch-shifting with worry.

Baofa took another drag on the pipe. “Madame, fixing people is what I do best.” She said, guiding Senko to a hollowed-out stump in the lair.

Senko slumped into the stump. Her fur a sickly white, the light in her amber eyes faded. Teeth sinking into her lips as she snarled at sights she could only see. Her knuckles, whiter than she was, clenched around her staff as she held onto it like a dog to a bone. Her body contorted slightly as she rocked back and forth, fur quickly becoming slick with sweat and shivers.

Baofa pushed Oonee softly in front, stepping aside to crush up some herbs and greenery. The soft grinding of a mortar and pestle synced up with the gnashing of Senko’s teeth. The Pandaren opened a deep pot, as wide as any keg the dwarves could dream of. She rolled up her sleeve and plunged deep into it, pulling out a diminutive creature. It was black and white, a sort of mist made corporeal. She glanced back at Senko and, tentatively, plucked another of these creatures out of the container.

“Oonee, what is in that case you have brought?” Baofa asked, prompting Oonee to pry a key from Senko’s pockets.

“It’s a sword she brought, I don’t know why of all things-“ She said, fumbling with the locks.

Each of the eleven locks clicked and clacked. Senko watching, her gaze pained and narrow. Oonee paused at the ninth lock, holding back a tear at the weakness that had suffocated her wife, she reached out with a shaky hand to comfort her as the locks continued to be undone.

As the last lock fell from the case, Oonee revealed the sword. Its blade was two-tone in colour and make-up, the bottom half was made of silver and shone brightly, even within the lantern-lit cave, whilst the upper half was an all-consuming black metal. Bridging the two halves were a set of runes in demonic, debossed into the blade. The hilt was made from leather and bone, built around the skull of a creature unidentifiable.

“… An evil thing.” The Pandaren said, recoiling backwards. “I have heard of stories of swords adorning runes and dark powers… but it does give me an idea to speed up the recovery. Bring it to the table.” She ordered, a hand stroking her twin-tailed hair.

Oonee bent with her knees, picking up the sword. Too unsure to grasp it and wield it properly, she brought it to a table that was cluttered in jars and in herbs and in bottled liquids. She glanced up at the Pandaren.

“In Pandaria, we had the Sha. Seven heads of an old god that fed on negativity. I need not to diagnose your friend, I have seen it all too often. She is plagued by such, yes? Possessed might be a word you use.”

“That’s right, yes. She’s been seeing and hearing things.” Oonee said, a rush of relief to her tone.

“Voices of harm and deception?”

“Yeah!”

“Then this should work.” Baofa said, mixing up a sludge. “Take this and coat the blade’s tip. Go no further than a hand’s length.”

As Oonee diligently coated the blade in the black and white viscous sap, Baofa packed her smoking pipe with the mixture she had on her side of the table and walked up to Senko. She gave a disapproving pout as she lowered the pipe to Senko’s lips.

“Now, young lady, you had better pull through. Would be rude of you to die on her.” She cautioned, pushing the smoking pipe ever closer to Senko’s mouth.

Senko clasped the inhaler in her lips, a seasoned smoker, she began to draw in. The mixture bubbled and popped at the other end of the pipe, as she summoned up the vapours to her mouth. The derisive laughter, the sinister mocking and the haunting sights began to soften. Her eyes, now bloodshot and strained, kept themselves fixed on the back of Oonee, who was still diligently working as fast as she could.

Each puff from the pipe caused a strain on the body, but at this point, she couldn’t feel a thing. Keeping her focus fully on breathing the contents in with her mouth, and exhaling with her snout, the air around her began to stain itself speckled black and white. Eventually, the pipe was plucked from her lips. She sat, quietly. Her body shaking began to slow. Baofa stepped back, returning moments later with a large, glass jar. She held it to Senko’s lips and gave a smile, as a nurse would to a child.

The butterscotch brow peaked in confusion at first, before Senko’s body heaved. Lacking the strength to cover her mouth, she stuck her muzzle into the jar and ejected contents. A grim scene: black, tar-like liquid began to throw itself out, staining her teeth and tongue. Lumps and matter bounced into the jar, some that seemed to jerk around, as if alive. Blood wept softly from her eyes and ears as she clenched her stomach in agony.

The jar filled up in mere seconds, pulled away from Senko’s lips and bottled. The warlock spat and coughed and heaved as she stared at the floor before throwing herself back into the seating arrangement.

“That… was awful.” She weakly said, running the back of her palm over her lips.

“I’m afraid that was the nice part, dear.” Baofa said, walking over with the coated blade. “You see, in Pandaria, we bested the Sha by reasserting ourselves over our emotions. This blade of yours must be used for you to reassert your will over your mind.”

Senko meekly took the blade, freezing as she heard Oonee scream.

“YOU WANT HER TO STAB HERSELF?!”

“Well, when you put it like that, you make me sound awful… But yes, that is the idea. I am not foreign to the concept of swords used as an instrument of dominating one’s will, miss.” Baofa said.

With a steady breath, followed by a frustrated sigh, Senko looked at Oonee and smirked. A weak one, but a smirk, nonetheless.

“I’ve done worse.” She reminded her wife.

“I’ll do worse if you die on me.” Oonee retorted.

Senko blew a kiss, and a kiss was blown back, as she closed her eyes and held the blade to the side of her abdomen. She gritted her teeth, taking in one deep breath and in the edge went. The sludge became colourful as the spray of vitae added colour to the monochrome. She growled in pain, and then frustration, as she flicked the blade out of her. The wound tore through fur and through skin, muscle and cloth alike. She fell to her good side and groaned, the last thing she felt were hands dressing the wound. . .

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A soft clink of clay to rock should have been lost in the throng of entries into the city Orgrimmar. From trolls to tauren, goblins to elves, and even to the fabled panderans from far to the south. All were welcome under the banner of unity and resistance to a world that called them monsters and feared what they could possibly never know. But even in the brightest of lights, there will always be a shadow. Some cling to and stay hidden from the eye, others balance between both to seem they are part of neither.

Many reveled in it.

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Rising the hand would come to it's appropriate face. A deep breath drawn in. Anticipation.

Pressed to lips and drawn in deeply. Tongue lashing with hunger. Relief.

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A smile of far to white teeth and eyes of far to many colors. There was a hint of cold to it's breath. Onward.

The figure would join the crowd again, a crimson hood guarding the face with a cloak sweeping behind to match the dust cloud rising from hundreds of feet.

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Water Efficiency: Hydroponics systems can use up to 90% less water compared to traditional farming. This is particularly advantageous for regions in the USA experiencing water shortages.

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Reusing Nutrient Water: With proper filtration and nutrient management, the water used in hydroponic systems can be recirculated and reused for several weeks before needing replacement, significantly reducing water and nutrient costs.

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Vertical farming is an excellent space-saving technique that maximizes crop production per square foot. By stacking plants in tiers, farmers can grow multiple layers of crops in the same space. This not only increases yields but also makes the most of available lighting and water resources.

Many vertical farming setups are designed to work with hydroponic systems, allowing for greater efficiency. In the USA, urban areas with limited land can particularly benefit from this approach, as it offers a solution to high land costs and limited space.

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USA farmers looking to adopt hydroponics farms can take advantage of various government grants and subsidies aimed at promoting sustainable agriculture. Programs such as the Environmental Quality Incentives Program (EQIP) by the USDA offer financial assistance for farmers to implement water-efficient systems, including hydroponics. These programs can significantly reduce the initial investment required for starting a hydroponics farm.

In addition, many states offer specific grants and tax incentives to encourage sustainable farming practices, which can further lower the costs of adopting hydroponic systems.

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Another way to reduce operational costs is by incorporating automation into hydroponics farms. Smart farming technologies, such as sensors and automated nutrient dispensers, allow farmers to monitor and control the system remotely. This reduces the need for manual labor and ensures precise nutrient delivery, improving crop yields and reducing waste.

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Farmers looking to maximize profits from their hydroponics farms can establish direct partnerships with local markets, grocery stores, and restaurants. These businesses are often willing to pay a premium for fresh, locally-grown produce, especially in urban areas where farm-to-table trends are growing in popularity. By cutting out the middleman and selling directly to consumers, farmers can increase their profit margins.

Conclusion

Hydroponics farms present a sustainable and efficient way for USA farmers to grow crops in a changing agricultural landscape. While the initial setup costs may be a concern, there are many cost-effective solutions available to make hydroponics accessible to farmers of all scales. From choosing the right system and reusing materials to leveraging grants and adopting energy-efficient practices, farmers can significantly reduce their investment and operational costs.

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