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[drunkenworgen]

Daily Writing Challenge: May 25-31

Cruel/Beauty (Day One)

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Monsters are not the things that your parents tell you about in fairy tales. They hide in plain sight, behind the trappings and beauty of society. They can be your neighbors, your colleagues, even the little old lady down the street from you.

Rarely are they the ones with teeth and claws, cruelly shunned by the rest of society.

You have been taught to fear the teeth and claws of the unknown, those that are different from you. "They are not beautiful, they don't deserve your love and attention."

But those people are wrong.

There is beauty in the terrifying, the unknown. Sharp teeth and claws can be gentle and soft. The growling and snarling you have been taught signals only pain and death can come to mean safety. Home.

You must simply be willing to look for it.

[eluviannaa]

February Writing Challenge, Day 4

Salty/Euphoria

“—even Anax’s pond. Saltwater,” Eluvianna remarked idly, crouching near the water's edge, fingers skimming its surface into ripples of moonlight.

Zevvie blinked, “I…wouldn't know.”

Eluvianna turned, a glint in her eye. “Wait, Zev—” She cut herself off, standing abruptly, excitement overflowing. “We should swim. Right now. It's absolutely perfect!”

Before Zevvie could protest, Eluvianna was already unlacing the ties of her robes, utterly unbothered. The night's spectre casting her in pale silver as she pulled free another layer.

Zevvie swallowed hard, heat rising along her neck. She turned away sharply, fingers flaring at her sides. “—I can’t.”

Eluvianna huffed in disbelief. “What do you mean you can’t?”

Zevvie hesitated before blurting, “I don't know how to swim.”

Silence stretched between them.

“You never learned how to swim?” Eluvianna asked, her voice softer now, more curious than teasing.

Zevvie shook her head. “No.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

Eluvianna stepped closer, the sound of her bare feet against the grass nearly sending Zevvie skittering like some startled creature. Then, a warm hand found her shoulder.

“Well,” Eluvianna now had a smile in her voice, “luckily, I am an excellent teacher.”

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[eluviannaa]

February writing challenge, day 7

Rage/Loyalty

Eluvianna held the letter. She blinked once. Twice. And then settled into a melodic laugh.

“This is a joke, no?”

The enclosed photo hardly stirred her. She tilted her head considering it—bewildered, certainly not in any manner that could be taken as genuine interest or sway.

Finding an empty margin, she smoothed the parchment along the desk, pulling a quill to its edge.

“And a nightmare it would be. I should hardly think you capable of enduring, let alone indulging in, what the Void might test you with—pleasure or otherwise. Perhaps you should train in battle first, if only to prepare for the trials you so boldly promise.”

With a shake of her head and a smirk, she let the ink dry before adding a final flourish.

“A...kind offer, truly. Though the Void requires a measure of dedication—loyalty.”

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DWC February 2025 - Day 5 - Holiday (And likely Annoy)

This was the day. The day. The day of love.

It came but once a year, yet it was the pinnacle of yearning whispers, poetic musings, and carefully scripted declarations designed to set hearts aflame. Selithar twirled around his chamber, giddy with delight, his own heart swelling with anticipation as his mind danced between the many beauties who had captured his eye. But whom would he choose? Who, among them, would he name his greatest desire?

He sank into his chair, quill poised in one hand while the other absently ran through his raven-drenched locks. He reached for a sheet of parchment. Then another. And another. How could he confine his affections to just one?

No—he would not. He could not.

He would write to them all.

And thus the letters were sent and received as such: @themadamelioness - My lovely Lioness. The object of my endless desires... how I crave your touch, your words that flux between harsh need and softening despair. You opened my eyes to a path I did not believe existed and thus, I am yours. Yours to mould and shape to your will. Do you know you haunt my dreams? I see nothing but shapely legs, white silks and golden tresses that frame a face more pure than any religion. And like any religion, I fall to my knees for thee! I long to await our next physical encounter... let me be the Lion and let us start our own pride. @nahisummerhold - To the Singer. The Temptress. I have seen your dark skin. Your violet eyes. Your beauty knows no bounds. No limits. When I saw you I was spellbound. Silvermoon holds true to many beautiful things but none can compare to thee. Hearing your voice wafting through the air brought a stillness to me that none other can replicate. I pray that the binder collection of my photographs spurred a sense of need within you as well. Perhaps we shall meet. Perhaps we shall kindle this spark that clearly both of us feel... @kelzthalasbandtherion - I called you something terrible. For that, I apologize. I was blinded by the light you shine so brightly upon me. Were it to be different, I would have you're lips against mine instead of your fist - which, given the broken jaw I sustained, tells me you are laden with need just as I am. Let me placate that. Let me show you the whims and wonderment of desire that no other man can. @safrona-shadowsun - My beloved Courier. I would have you deliver your desires unto my doorstep so that we may imbibe upon them in a heated exchange of the physical nature. You are oft hooded but I would say let fly your facial beauty and allow Azeroth to gaze freely upon perfection. If you do, then I will apologize ahead of time as I will not stop myself from singing my praises unto your porcelain perfection. @serenas-dawnsinger - Strange. The address is the same as the Courier. Ah well. We do not know each other but I have seen your golden eyes blaze like the sun from afar. Your hair... dark like the night just like mine. We look almost as siblings would... only we don't because I am attracted to you intimately. I would like to know you more. To hear your voice speak longingly to me just as mine would to you. ...Also are you kidnapped or something? @sanguinesorceress - You are... scary. However, there is something ethereally beautiful about you. The way you're ghost-like apparition floats eloquently across the ground. I wonder what lies behind that crimson cowl? Perhaps you might savour me the opportunity to find out? @duraxxor - Even the month of love somehow has me penning a missive to you, foul knave. This is not a note of affection but an underlining statement: you and I shall do battle and I shall mete out your evil from this realm. Your pointy, scary teeth do not scare me. Nor does that sausage face! I will cast you asunder like the knave you are. Then all the maidens shall flock to my side in reverence and joy as I have dispatched a monster most foul. Until then! @kharrisdawndancer - We don't know each other but I was transfixed upon your visage when I saw you from afar. I could you dance as you stepped so lightly across the stones as if music was embedded within your very soul. I profess to you: I am an able dancer. The two-step and I are very familiar with one another and I offer my hand to thee. Dance with me and let our loins coagulate in splendour. @lostofwyrmrest - Beautiful one. You do not know me. I do not know you. But I have seen you and I crave to know more of you. Soft skin atop pale-laden eyes of pure milken joy is but a small sampling of how my own eyes devour you with need. So remove yourself from that smelly companion of yours the undead are unsavoury after all. Then come to me and I will show you what a -living- man can do. ...wait you're not undead as well are you?

@susan-gampre - A Madam of a brothel. My elegance demands I dismiss you for your choice of profession but my eyes drink in your form all the same. Run away with me. Run away from your whores and your "Sisters of Sin" and come with me to a world of pleasure that you have not experienced. I would bed you for an unyielding time of 3 to 4 minutes and leave you breathless for an eternity. @eluviannaa - Kissed by the Void! No... made love to by the Void! How transfixed was I when I lay eyes upon your soft, pale, skin. Skin that I long to caress with my slender digits and thin lips. And your purple-infused eyes. I lose myself in them like the void. So I beg of you... let me dive into your nightmare. Let our loins become as one as our planes of existence come crashing together in love for one to two minutes. ---------- Each letter was signed with the initials "SD" and a photograph was also enclosed:

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[kelzygosa]

The Gambit of False Pretenses

The stretch of the North Sea was without end as the blue dragon continued her flight toward the Dragon Isles. But it did not appear she was alone in the race to return to a place considered home for all dragon kind. Gold eyes searched the skies until they found other silhouettes of returning dragons. Each was cast with visible distinction to their respective dragonflights. A red. A bronze. A green. Even their ages varied from drakes to dragons.

It didn't seem that any of these returning scaled flyers had a similar destination, however. Kelzygosa's own flight had her banking around the north end of the Dragon Isles in search of the Forbidden Reach.

There was no mistaking the dangers that lie in wait. Storm clouds had already swept across the northern region and laid claim over the site in which the distress call from her former ally originated. Even with her ability to navigate through storms, it seemed she was not without injury. Lightning arched towards her as if she was a grounding source for the inclement weather's wrath. The first strike had caused her wings to snap harshly downward to elevate herself through the clouds of grey. As her body rotated through the dense atmosphere of aggravated clouds, sparks erupted from her emergence and surged through her blue scales.

It was clear the toll to continue was not going to be nearly as costly as the mistake of confronting the source for it all. A huge shadow, nearly equivalent to the size of a younger Galakrond was visible beneath the flash of light under her wings. While little in Azeroth had met her in scale, there was no denying the factor of intimidation as she watched the Storm-Eater pass. Much like the movements of a shark, the other dragon moved without abandon and seized territory without any resistance. And while there was a desire to challenge this incarnation of storms, it was clear how wrong that choice might be despite the instinct and pride in doing so.

Arcane runes glimmered on her scales as a shroud of magic stretched over her body's entirety enabling an invisibility spell to take hold. As she flew past the storm without detection, she dove towards the training grounds that had been entrusted to the Drac'thyr sometime before. The region had looked as if a minor war had been waged there by Razagath and her allies. But it did not escape her eye when she spotted regiments of Drac'thyr warding off proto-drakes with runestones of power. It appeared their facility had been compromised as stated by Lapisagos. But what was with the emergence of the primal dragons? More questions swarmed Kelzygosa's thoughts as she landed on a nearby cliffside by some winged fox creatures. Her invisible landing caused the creatures to abandon their den and for her to claim it as a secret outpost for now.

"This would be a great time for my Dragonsworn to come back..." She commented with an irritable tone and began to establish a means to hide her whereabouts. A single claw began to etch the markings of a rune circle which would be accompanied by draconic characters in short order. Arcane power would quickly illuminate the cave's walls as the entry now was masked with an illusion of capsized rocks. This would do nicely for now...

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[ooc-miqojak]

DWC Day 1 (Explosion)

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She could feel the heat of the explosion from the other ship beat against her face - waves rocking her own sleek ship for long moments after, as she let the keen senses imparted to her by the fel, by the demon she was now, aid her. If there were survivors...she’d know. She only left survivors when she needed a fearful tale told in a far-off dingy bar where sailors weren’t sure how true the tale was, or not.

You had to build a reputation slowly. Carefully. Especially, for her - one life could not impact the other. A dutiful Crusader does not, after all, condone such matters as she preferred dealing in - the penitent shadow of a Knight could not be connected with the Dread Pirate towering on her ship across the water, as the screams of sailors dying bloody carried over the liquid expanse with a clarity she savored.

She hadn’t been a very good noble before, really - always shirking her duty, or stumbling under the pressure of knowing that the livelihood of others depended on her capabilities....never knowing who to listen to, or what course of action was best.

She’d changed, since then - not for the better, some would argue...and vehemently, at that, given the curl of horns atop her platinum blonde head. And yet...she’d not only taken her estate from the clutches of a man who’d tormented her nearly her entire century-and-some of life, but she’d brought it back from the brink of ruin. The stolen goods below deck would ensure that her people continued to live well. 

And the sorry souls of those whose corpses now burned prettily against the backdrop of night...would help her continue to live well.

[aidandawningblade]

“Sacrifice”

“What have I done?” Aidan whispered, staring out across the decimated woods of Quel’Thalas. Slowly sinking to one knee, the Knight lifted his hand to stare at that plate, almost as if trying to will it away. “Who have I become?” He rasped, closing his eyes.

The next time those lichfire hues opened, he was knelt beside a frozen lake, dressed in ancient saronite armor. The same armor that he’d worn to devastate his former homeland. Slowly, he lifted his hand to pull his helmet from his skull, staring down at the beak-like armor, the saronite crown fashioned atop it.  “What am I now?” He rasped, before standing up, beginning to pull each piece of that ancient plate off, a frozen skeleton being dressed in it, back to the lake. Eventually, Aidan ‘Lifebane’ stood there in nothing but a pair of trousers, staring at that armor for hours, before he eventually lifted his hand. Ice cracked over his skin as he moved, shards of the frozen water falling to the ground as he positioned the skeletons hands to hold that massive greatsword. “I would give all I have left to have done things differently. To have not gone to Lordaeron, to serve beside that Prince.” He murmured, resting a hand on the spiked pauldron. “But we are who we become, and I have sacrificed enough souls to that torment.” He finished, shoving the skeleton into the frozen lake “An icy tomb, one you will reside in until the end of time, Lifebane.” Aidan finished, taking a half step back as he looked down at a tiny, undead wyrmling scampering around the forest floor “Come, Silence. We have much to do. Much to atone for. Perhaps one of them will cleave us from this miserable existence.” 

The wyrmling looked up at him, tilting its head ever so slightly, before letting out a little screech, shaking its scales as it charged to climb up his leg, then up his back, before eventually settling on his shoulder, tail winding around his neck 

As Aidan began to walk through the forest, his frozen voice slowly began to echo through those glacial trees.  “Oh, dear mother, I love you I'm sorry, I wasn't good enough  Dear father, forgive me 'Cause in your eyes, I just never added up In my heart I know I failed you But you left me here alone  If I could hold back the rain Would you numb the pain 'Cause I remember everything If I could help you forget Would you take my regrets 'Cause I remember everything  Oh, dear brother, just don't hate me For never standing by you or being by your side Dear sister, please don't blame me I only did what I thought was truly right It's a long and lonely road When you know you walk alone  If I could hold back the rain Would you numb the pain 'Cause I remember everything If I could help you forget Would you take my regrets 'Cause I remember everything  I feel like running away I'm still so far from home You say that I'll never change But what the fuck do you know I'll burn it all to the ground before I let you run Please forgive me, I can't forgive you now I remember everything If I could hold back the rain, would you numb the pain 'Cause I remember everything If I could help you forget, would you take my regrets 'Cause I remember everything  It all went by so fast I still can't change the past I always will remember everything If we could start again Would that change the end We remember everything Everything “  Aidan’s voice broke on the last line, though that was quickly stifled by a shake of his head.  “Not as good as I used to be, hey Silence?” He murmured, glancing to the sleeping drake on his shoulder, letting out a long sigh as he continued the trek. @daily-writing-challenge​

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365 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 – 365 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓𝟗 – 𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐦 𝟓𝟗 – 𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧

[qanitahmutsla]

resonated pain

I got a bad news today. Late afternoon, I was reading when Nisa called me. I picked up the call and realized there were already two missed calls from her earlier in the afternoon. My stomach churned. Something's wrong.

Wondering what kind of situation Nisa was in that called for my immediate help, I picked up and she blurted out quickly: check your message. She hung up.

I opened our chat window, the one consisting of just the three of us: Nisa, Nita, and I. There was a short message from Nita, saying in almost too casual tone that her dad passed away earlier today. I froze. My heart stopped for a second before it started hammering in my chest. I couldn't believe my eyes. I checked my other group chats and the same news had spread everywhere.

Reality of what really happened finally sinked in and I curled up in my bed, silently crying alone in my room, imagining how devastated my best friend must be. Anita is teaching at Pangandaran for a whole month for GUIM and she went straight home upon hearing the news, taking the quickest bus available. But the place is just too far away, she's still on her way even as I'm writing this right now.

Calming down enough, I got back to Nisa and immediately joining the plan to depart for takziyah tonight, along with some of my friends from OASE. Nita's house is at Pandeglang, far enough for me to ask for permission to not attending Apel Pagi tomorrow morning. Honestly though, I would still go even if Kak Indah didn't allow me to. I need to be there and she can't stop me.

So here I am, typing this at the accommodation where we sleep for the night at Serang, Banten. Some friend's brother kindly lends his house for us to sleep, even just for a few hours. We decided to wait for Nita before going to her house. Her father has been buried this evening, and I marveled at how sad it is not being able to see a dear family for the last time. (Last time Nita saw her father was before she went for GUIM, nearly a month ago).

Deaths tend to make me think a lot. Nita's case is actually one of my most feared nightmare, for while I am used to being away from home and my parents, the insecurity of receiving bad news when I'm so far away and the dread of not being able to make it back home in time constantly gnaws at my guts, prayers becoming my only choice of weapon to ease the feeling.

That very nightmare is happening to my best friend today, coming to life in vivid, harsh blow. Even I can feel the helplessness she must be feeling, even I stupidly willing the bus that's taking her to go faster and the distance to be shorter so she can be with her family as soon as possible. I talked to her on the phone just an hour ago, her voice croaked out painfully, sounding like a mix of tears and sandpaper dryness, evident even through the shitty connection. My heart twinged, trying my best not to cry with her as I reminded her weakly: don't forget to eat, anything, just please eat. Nisa at my side squeezing my hand in the same wave of sadness and worry.

Anita is one of the strongest people I've ever known, but this is the kind of pain no one is immune to. And again, I'm determined to be there and provide what little consolation I can give, cause I know there's only so much I can do.

I pray with all my heart for Him to give her strength, to widen her heart so she can let go. I pray for life to be more merciful on her, for she had endured a lot, suffered a lot. I pray for Him to love her, cause His love is more than enough. I pray and pray and pray until sleep renders me unconscious.

[drunkenworgen]

Daily Writing Challenge: May 25-31

Linger/Gaze (Day Three)

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(TW: pictures of open eyes featured heavily, mentions of torture, allusions to death.)

(Art by @listener-sangelien )

The mirrors were draped with thick, dark drapes. Beneath these, they were broken or scuffed so that her reflection was distorted enough if she did need the mirror for some reason. Still, she could feel it. The lingering gaze of the Void-eyed, manipulated reflection of herself.

It was waiting.

It stayed, whether Gin was viewing her reflection or not. Waiting for the day she would lift the drape, or look into the polished edge of one of her daggers a little too long. It wanted her to slip up, to look at her reflection just a moment too long. To ensnare her with Its gaze so It could whisper to her again.

No longer whispering promises of power and control, It had taken to threatening anyone she cared about. Images of them being tortured by what appeared to be her. Consumed by violet-hued smoke and tendrils of Shadow, constricting tighter and tighter around them until they stopped struggling.

They signed their death warrant when they met you... (To love you is to court Death.) You know this... (You warn them.) And still... (They want to stay.)

A dark chuckle bounced around in her mind before It spoke again.

No matter... (We will take care of them.) One way... (Or another.)

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[eluviannaa]

February Writing Challenge, Day 2

Cage/Power

First part is here.

Eluvianna sat in a quaint little café, the kind with charmingly uneven tables and tea served in delicate porcelain cups. Sunset spilled through the window in slanting arcs, utterly at odds with the circumstances that had led her here.

She stirred her tea lazily, waiting.

The gift—Xal’atath’s gift—hugged her silhouette in all the right places, or rather, in ways that suggested it wasn’t meant to hug much at all. The fabric, if it could even be called that, accentuated more it covered, a tease of shadow and lace. A gift meant to fluster—except it hadn't quite worked out as intended.

The cosmic entity had anticipated embarrassment, perhaps a huff, a flustered little display of indignation. Instead, Eluvianna wore it. Without hesitation. In public. Sharp heels lifting a bare leg crossed elegantly over one knee. 

She could feel the moment Xal’atath arrived, even before the figure took shape across the table. A flicker of darkness, and then—her presence, forming into that same acceptable reality.

Xal’atath had indeed prepared words, but the moment her eyes settled on Eluvianna, it was clear the plans had upended horribly. A house of cards not only toppling, but immediately igniting in some terrible cosmic bonfire.

Eluvianna took a slow sip at the teacup, watching. It would have been more than her right to laugh. And loudly. But she simply let the moment steep.

Xal’atath, for all her cosmic certainty, took a moment too long to speak. Her gaze dragged—she had meant to tease, to toy, but the execution had turned against her. It was now the Void's turn to be unsettled.

“I'll wait—” Eluvianna began, tilting her head almost sympathetically.

Xal’atath's lips parted, perhaps to reclaim the moment. But Eluvianna noted the smallest hesitation, a beat of breath where none should be needed.

The Harbinger awkwardly cleared her throat. She took a hurried sip of tea, waving a hand. “No, no...go on.”

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[paperkutzs]

Stine Writing Daily Writing Challenge—A Rose

Daily Writing Challenges—A Rose

A Rose

A Rose is a simple yet beautiful flower. It comes in a wide range of colors. As unbelievable as it sounds each color has its own lovely fragrance.

A Rose besides its beauty has a whole host of meanings depending on the person and / or circumstance. Somerltimes the simple quantity given can be a silent meaning with no card needed.

For instance if you give 3…

[kelzygosa]

Heralding the Roar of the Fallen

Along the night sky, an aurora of light danced and weaved over the expanse of the Borean Tundra. Not many blue dragons had visited Coldarra since Kalecgos made the decree that the Dragonflight was no more. But before this announcement had ever reached the ears of Kelzygosa, she had since sought her own means to carry out the former Spellweaver's will. Whether it be through the reacquisition of relics or maintaining upkeep on the Nexus, she made herself available to ensure the functions of the past lived on.

Her flight had brought her over the snow-blessed crater of Coldarra as she descended at the base of the Nexus. The rounded platforms that hovered high overhead still kept the power of the leylines within check at its center. Though the recent attacks circulated through the Ethereal and Demons had tested the architecture's foundation and wards. Some runes were active upon her re-entry, which she passed through without hindrance. Claws scraped along the frozen floor into the Axis of Alignment. The scent of Keristrasza's death had since left the empty halls and her soul did not tarry in the wake of her instigated demise.

In the places where wards did not glow with power, she would give pause as she moved to press her claw on the rune's surface. Mana quickly transferred from her being into the rune as the light began to radiate beneath spread crystalline digits. When she withdrew her arm back beneath her, there was a look to the center of the Axis. No longer was there a dragon here to provide security over the relics in the Nexus. Jarecgos and Azuregos had departed like the rest of the blue dragons in search of purpose. Perhaps they would find it alongside Senagos or Kalecgos in the vast open world of Azeroth.

Much like Arygos in the sense of stubborn beliefs, she was resilient to any change or adaption in her lifestyle. The many mortals she interacted with knew of this devotion and found themselves hard-pressed to sway her from her oath to Malygos. And any that stood in her way quickly remembered the danger that came from the company of dragons. Gritting her fangs together, she inhaled heavily through her nostrils and made to depart from the Axis when a nearby scrying orb began to glow.

The bellowing cry of a dragon's roar filled the Nexus as the voice of Lapisagos spoke.

"TO THOSE THAT SERVE IN MALYGOS' NAME, THE DRACTHYR HAVE AWAKENED. MY SACRED CHARGE IN ENSURING THEIR CAPTIVITY HAS BECOME COMPROMISED ON THE DRAGON ISLES. COME TO THE DRAGON ISLES AND CARRY OUT THE SPELLWEAVER'S WILL!"

And just as the message came, it left as silence fell over Kelzygosa once more. Golden eyes flickered with amusement as she turned towards the entryway to the Nexus.

"And I thought the Dragon Isles were lost to time... Seems the past does not stay dead for long." Eager steps took the dragoness outside as she cast out both wings to take flight. Sweeping claws pushed down hard against the ground as she propelled herself toward the sky and flew to the East. While the blue dragon had not ventured to the Dragon Isles personally, it seemed instinct would direct her course. No longer would there be neglect by the blue Dragonflight as she would enforce the law of arcane and magic to those that defied its authority.

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[aidandawningblade]

“Breakthrough.”

And finally, those gates toppled. The final blockade preventing our passage into Silvermoon had fallen, and now those blighted armies lurched forward.

“Duazen-” Aidan spoke, his gaze looking to the side to the former Spell-breaker, his partially cleaved face turning to face the death knight. “Take a small detachment. Clear the surrounding villages.” “Feylina-” Came that chilling addition, turning his gaze to the former Farstrider “Find those of your former regiment. Kill them, and bring me their bodies. They will serve in death, as they did in life.” With those orders, the two headed off. Atleast some know how to follow commands.

With that, the former Dawningblade set his sights upon Silvermoon City, lips coiling in a savage grin beneath that grisly helm, lichfire burning within those eye slits as he watched the ongoing battle. Absolute, untainted warfare.  A Spell-breaker charged him, then, his great-sword coming up to push the weapon away, plated gauntlet lifting to coil around the woman’s throat, snapping her neck as he tossed her aside, letting her fall limp on the ground. She’d rise and serve again, regardless of how he slaughtered them.

As Aidan made his way through the once-peaceful woods, the sudden cacophony of sound erupted nearby. Combat. Followed by a solid thud of saronite hitting the ground. Interesting. Plated footsteps carried him into that clearing, studying the rogue clad in leather, observing the bodies around her, then settling on Duazen for a moment, before he merely shook his head as she slunk into the shadows, holding his hand up as the body of her fallen brother stood up, blood still dripping from that fatal wound. There was no mistaking he was dead, but he turned and shambled after his sister. So did dozens of others, slowly standing and shambling after the limping spell-blade. Eventually, the woman found herself cornered against a wall and the approaching shambles. 

Isoria turned, her lips settling in a grim frown as she watched her brother slowly marching towards her, that double sided blade in hand, with every intention of it being used on the smaller woman. Perhaps she didn’t believe it for a moment, but that doubt was quickly thrown out the window as a Farstrider leapt from the ledge above, putting six arrows into Ator’s chest and head, landing in front of Isoria and leashing another barrage into the approaching Undead “Isoria. We have to go, now.”  Syllis urged, turning to face the former-spell-breaker with a look of urgency. The pair got perhaps three steps, before a massive great sword swept through Syllis’s neck, sending a spatter of blood over Isoria’s face, as well as the wall behind her.  The Death Knight that had raised her brother stepped back, fresh blood dripping off his claymore as he watched the undead shamble towards Isoria, lichfire gaze seeming to burn a hole into her very soul. 

And so the desperate fight for survival began. Arcane infused daggers sunk into the flesh of friends, old and new alike. People she had served with as a Spell-breaker, friends she’d made within the Farstriders. They were all cut down, it wasn’t her time yet. She’d live to see another day. She’d live to honor the memory of those she’d lost, even the ones that were currently trying to kill her. 

Eventually it was just her and the Acherus Knight that had sent those she had once loved to slaughter. His head tilted ever so slightly, his deep rumbling words escaping his helm, distorted by the plate. “...Well. I’ve quite enjoyed our little game up until now. You’ve unabashedly bathed in your friends’ blood, and even now you refuse to shed a single tear.. You are an enigma, truly... Clever, cunning.. an unbreakable spirit... I knew all of those things, but I never knew you were a queen. Until we meet again, little one.” Came that twisted compliment as he turned to walk into the battlefield, his form swiftly followed by the writhing mass of battle. Bodies pushing and shoving against each other in a desperate match of survival.  @daily-writing-challenge​ @spellthieve​ for mentions. 

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