#windrunner sisters

[doctordragon]

Anduin: *has a fucked up relationship with a windrunner sister* hey wanna see me do it again

[artoriyasart]

All three windrunners are in guild wars 2 now:

Mara junot who plays alleria plays female charr player character.

Courtenay Taylor who plays Vereesa plays Livia

Patty mattson who plays sylvanas plays peitha.

I love this

[sniperct]

Chapters: 31/34 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jaina Proudmoore/Sylvanas Windrunner, Thalyssra/Tyrande Whisperwind, Alleria Windrunner/Liadrin/Valeera Sanguinar, Liadrin/Alleria Windrunner, Liadrin/Valeera Sanguinar, Alleria Windrunner/Valeera Sanguinar Series: Part 4 of Last Resort Summary:

An old threat looms in the north and yet another rises to the surface...

The Compact has stood for fifteen years. In that time, Jaina and Sylvanas’s relationship has transformed them from bitter enemies to stalwart lovers and the Horde and Alliance have closely followed suit.

And yet, a shadowy conspiracy, a few well-timed assassinations, and a rising tide of war threatens to tear the world apart.

[jujoobedoodling]

Haunting.

Phantom of the Opera Spire anyone? Jaina is once again the nerdy skeptic just can't let the ghost rumours go. She finds more than she bargained for - namely, a hot and broody elf named Sylvanas Windrunner.

inspired by this femslash february prompt list

[marxalittle]

This got so big in my notes app I had to split it into several notes.

Below the jump: I asked myself two questions and they changed the world (of Warcraft). Also, and this isn't relevant for several thousand more words, card games are very important to elves.

The household wards pulsed gently, a feeling of belonging just in the back of her mind, the Estate welcoming one of the family home. Brigade General Vereesa Windrunner, Ranger Lord of the army of Silvermoon, Meritorious Order of the Unconquered Sun (with cluster), et cetera, sighed and stood up from her desk. "Thank you, everyone. Let's call it there and we'll pick up in the morning."

If her abruptness gave any of the headquarters staff pause, they didn't show it, tossing off less-than-parade salutes and shuffling their reports, maps, scrying stones, and assorted paraphernalia back into order and taking their leave. Doubtlessly most of them would find their way to the kitchens, or the barracks mess if the Estate's cook told them off for pilfering the pantry. For her part, Vereesa left the charts and files in their working order on her desk for later, heading down the corridor and toward the east foyer, closest to the stables. Her house slippers further softened her light steps, allowing her to make it down the stairs undetected, and she stopped just shy of the foot of the stair to observe, for once, without being observed.

General Sylvanas Windrunner (inactive), former Ranger-General of the armies of Quel'Thalas, Meritorious Order of the Unconquered Sun (with cluster and braid), Banner of Thas'alah, Crimson Star (with sunburst, multiple), et cetera, was still pulling her boots off in the entryway, the jacket of her undress uniform open and her saddlebags dumped beside her. A dusty riding cloak was draped over a rack where the steward could collect it for laundering with the rest of the linens. Sitting on the bench, hauling her riding boots off and rubbing at her calves where her breeches had wrinkled under them, Sylvanas was still the very picture of a Farstrider officer, just not the sort of pictures that went up on recruitment posters. She was road-worn, slightly dirty, armed to the teeth, clearly fatigued, and perfectly capable of carrying on for another three days with a fight at the end: a ranger true in Ranger blue.

Vereesa took the last few stairs more heavily, announcing herself before she stepped into the foyer. The long ears of the old campaigner on the bench flicked toward her, and Sylvanas cast a glance over her shoulder as she fished around for slippers that fit. She favored the open, sandal type, and was having some trouble, bent forward to root under the bench, making a pair. Vereesa had always preferred the closed-heeled type, feeling that they looked marginally less ridiculous with her uniform.

"How was your trip?"

She shrugged, a neat trick in that position. "A long ride with a few short stops. Sharpshooters and master sharpshooters have been certified and sent back to their units. Silvermoon is still strange. The outposts I visited are in good repair. Personnel levels are adequate. Runestones are secure, from what I saw. Patrols could be a little more imaginative, but that's the dividend peace pays, I guess." Straightening up from the bench, she threw her saddlebags over one shoulder and strode into the house proper. Annoyingly, the slippers barely marred the effect.

Vereesa perforce followed after her, determined to take the rare opportunity to have an actual conversation with her sister. "All in your report, I suppose?" Catching up, she guided them into the quiet of the east den, cool and shaded this far into the afternoon.

If Sylvanas realized her intentions, she at least didn't fight, allowing herself to be steered. She shrugged again. "As usual."

"Sylvanas, I get reports like that all the time, in much more depth. I could read your reports if that's what I wanted. I'm asking you about the rest of it."

Rather than answer the original question, her sister blinked down at her, dressed for the workday in a fuller and finer version of the uniform they shared, and flicked her ears. "It still astonishes me that you're a Ranger Lord."

"And yet I'm not at all surprised that you've managed to avoid that honor yet again, despite the obvious advantages to having you in that room."

"I've no patience for politics anymore-- me as a Ranger Lord would be a complete disaster. The Conclave would ban me from speaking in chambers. I'd drive everyone around me to madness or sedition and drink myself insensible."

"There was a time when your manners and maneuvers in chambers were the equal to your skill in the field. The marvel of the court." She put one hand on her hip and cocked it, ears forward and eyebrows raised. A challenge, and a very deliberate one at that.

Sylvanas shifted her stance enough to cross her arms without losing the saddlebags from off her shoulder. Blank-faced, ears neutral: a wall. "And there was a time when your impulsiveness and impertinence were its despair. Times change. Even people do, eventually."

[blue-eyed-banshee]

An elf sat across from her, an undead elf. She was in modern clothes that she had borrowed, a punk rock kind of vibe which she really liked. Sylvanas did not need to eat nor retain fluids, but she still ordered tea despite it just sitting before her, untouched. Her elven ears twitched ever so slightly when the other woman spoke about losing everyone in her life; parents and brother. She couldn't help but think of her own family who had been killed centuries ago during a war. What really hit her in her recently acquired soul, was the fact Wanda had lost a brother, just as she had. Her ears slightly flattened at the tips but she couldn't help but let out a ghost of a smile when the other woman mentioned having a marvelous time ruining things; Sylvanas had a rather mischievous streak in life along with her brother.

They used to pull pranks on each other, and her mind immediately drifted to Saltiril's party, where she had spiked the punch bowl with a numbing paste just because these two obnoxious boys were rude to her brother. She retained her focus as the woman spoke, listening to every detail that mirrored her own.

"I have also lost my entire family except for my two sisters. I wanted to protect Lirath with every fiber of my being when I first held him after Minn'da bore him into this world. Ah- sorry. I meant mother. Excuse me for switching to my native tongue, force of habit."

She smiled softly with a slight chuckle before she retained a seriously demeanor. "You and I are very much alike, Wanda. As you know what I went through with my death and undeath, I still persevered. And if you have me, I would love to help you move forward as I have." She smiled softly before her ears twitched at the sound of a pipe flute playing on the wind. A sound she has heard once before, when she's usually alone or with her sisters. She remembered one night on the anniversary of his death, and she asked him if he could let them know he is near by playing a familiar tune on one of the many instruments he used to play.

@hcxcd

[alllcirclespresuppose]

Feedback Fest 2024

These are in no particular order and they are all from a few different fandoms. Just 10 fics that I love.

Increments of Longing by QuickYoke: Though I've read fic off and on for a number of years, this is the first fic that I loved as much as I loved my favorite books. The story is built well, the tension is built just right, and everything really pays off in the end. I'd only read a smattering of Jaina/Sylvanas fics before this, but it made me search out a lot more. Warcraft & World of Warcraft fandom | Jaina Proudmoore/Sylvanas Windrunner

of greater marvels yet to be by seabiscuit: I'm a sucker for religious questioning and queer desire. The build up is sooooo good, so many scenes felt so palpable. As a former Very Religious Kid(TM) who has a lot of complicated feelings about it, this did such a good job of holding the religious pieces gently in its hands while also not shying away from how complicated it makes everything and sometimes how uncomplicated it makes everything. Warrior Nun fandom | Ava Silva/Sister Beatrice

Equilibrium by caesurae: If someone had told me I'd ever read a Pacific Rim crossover I would have laughed. Especially if they told me that I would love it. The characters just really work here and I think it does a good job of showing how people can connect and love and understand each other even when it's not romantic. Overwatch fandom | Pharah/Mercy

the spectres vain by QuickYoke: this was the fic that got me into the Bly Manor fandom. I had really liked the show, but hadn't really explored much in the fandom. But I subscribe to QuickYoke and I got a notification about this fic and loved it. And then I loved many a Bly fic after. The Haunting of Bly Manor fandom | Dani Clayton/Jamie & Dani Clayton/Viola Lloyd/Jamie

i broke my bones playing games with you by mooosicaldreamz: I love Peggy Carter, and though Peggy/Angie isn't actually my favorite pairing, I think it's a great one. This is just a nice little modern day AU where Peggy is Captain America (written before we had our Captain Carter) and she meets Angie and they eventually fall in love. Agent Carter fandom | Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli

not quite enemies, not quite allies by afterism: Peggy/Dottie is my favorite Peggy Carter pairing, though it doesn't necessarily lend itself to very longform fics. It's just smut, but I think it's a good enemies to lovers that moves very quickly and ends really believably. And kind of makes me wish there was more fic to go with it. Agent Carter fandom | Peggy Carter/Dottie Underwood

there's a funeral in your eyes by nirav: I love this for everything that goes through Ava's mind as she is dealing with the person she loves being possessed and trying to kill her. I really love this scene being reimagined as if Beatrice had been possessed, and I especially love how this fic does it. Warrior Nun fandom | Ava Silva/Sister Beatrice

Three Nights by lecriteuse: In Dragon Age: Origins I've always had my warden romance Leliana. She's my favorite character, I like having her around as much as possible no matter what game I'm playing. But when I met Josephine and had her tell me a bit of her background, I restarted my game and made it so my warden had never romanced Leliana so I could let her and Josephine have a go at it before Inquisition. This fic does a great job of putting that into writing. Dragon Age: Inquisition fandom | Leliana/Josephine Montilyet

who needs comfortable love by the_ominous_owl: This was just a really fun take on the Warrior Nun mythology. And a really well thought out and written play on it. Considering we'll only have the two seasons, this slots in really nicely to the gaps of questions left behind. It's also really cute. Warrior Nun fandom | Ava Silva/Sister Beatrice

bring home a haunting by QuickYoke and youngbloodbuzz: If the spectres vain is what got me into the Bly Manor fandom, then this is what made me stay. I looked forward to this fic every week, often staying up very late as the chapters got longer. This is the fic I return to when I finish a rewatch because it does a really good job of conveying a lot of the same emotions and themes. Bly Manor's big theme of ghost stories and love stories being the same thing is really, really present here: what if the the ghosts of our past came back and our emotions continued to haunt us until we confronted them? The Haunting of Bly Manor fandom | Dani Clayton/Jamie

[rangergeneralsylvanas]

"I was only trying to protect my brother..."

[thasdorah]

just bc i was talking about it earlier and also bc of that last bit of ic writing i just wanna say my take on alleria is that she's an extremely messy person, capable of being incredibly selfish, who doesn't know how to deal with grief or emotions or her trauma in general in a healthy way, who was raised to be a military leader from childhood and doesn't know how to live without a war, who's very combative and aggessive and beligerent and like. very, deeply flawed. she's also utterly loyal and loves with everything she has and would do anything for the people she loves and would fight to protect her world even when it no longer feels quite like home and lots of people would rather see her gone. capable of great good and great evil (but isn't that everyone?)

[zs-starwars]

Had the pleasure of finding out about the Alleria and Arator short story. And then frankly the displeasure of reading it. But hey we found out Arator has tattoos so that's fun.

[redisaid]

Ladies, gentlemen, and gentlethems...the Windrunner Sisters.

[trashgavin]

Windrunner sisters!

[windrunnered]

For the ask game: 🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately  🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here ☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately In terms of writing and stuff? Tien, a LOT. Been doing an rp with Nat that has taken up like, 70% of my brainpower at all times. Practically, Tien has become my own OC. I have his spren named, I know his proficiencies, what his life was like in Shadesmar, (+that he was in Shadesmar at all) my longest HOO YEAH. 

In real life news, I’m going to my sister’s friend’s wedding on Saturday! And we’re so excited for her. I got a pretty pink dress to wear, too!

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

been writing an Amaram/Kaladin thing called sculpting me still (wip title) so here is the paragraph/s

“It doesn’t feel all of that life changing,” Kaladin says. In even just his undershirt he feels bare from the intensity of Amaram’s eyes on him. “It feels like just another battle field; I’m even against my opponents in a way I usually wasn’t. It feels…” “You’ve always felt so guilty about being alive, Kaladin,” Amaram says. “Embrace the fight. Embrace the conquest. It is your divine right.”  Kaladin recoils visibly.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

I was gonna go for “Stormblessed” or something similar, windrunner/windrunners/stormblessd etc, but windrunnered happened to not be taken so I chose that! He’s my blorbiest blorbo, after all. My little meow meow kitty fuck /affectionate

Send me a truth or dare.

[heyitschartic]

Okay I have been sitting on this story idea forever and there's no way I'm ever writing it so it's going here. God, I hope I haven't posted about this before.

A great friend Lao and I discussed for a long time a concept where, almost immediately after she triggers, Bonesaw gets summoned to Azeroth. An attempt by the Scourge to try and pull things from outside the Twisting Nether in Scholomance, the reasoning doesn't really matter too much. Six year old Riley finds herself killed and raised, thrown into the Scourge as just another expendable foot soldier.

For two years that's how she lives, a mindless zombie bowed to the will of the Lich King. And then Sylvanas' uprising happens. Freed from his control, she finds herself one of the thousands of Undead listless and lost, a child that is still overcome with the trauma of what she'd been put though. The Bonesaw persona is not so much a mask as a blanket, an act meant to keep her safe and hide from the horrors of her past.

She pledges herself to the Royal Apothecary Society. Within a year, she's made head of it.

She grows close to Sylvanas and some of the other Forsaken in the organization. Children are rare, most died young or were used in experiments, and so she really stands out. Her abominations and plagues are technological marvels and she grows closer to Sylvanas in a way the older woman would never admit is motherly.

Wrath of the Lich King happens. They invade Northrend and instead of Putress taking command, it's Riley. He still tries his double cross, but this time it fails and the plague that drops leaves the heroes of Azeroth undamaged, but injures the Lich King and sends him in retreat. Things play out as they did, the Windrunner sisters are at each others throats and Icecrown Citadel is breached. Except this time, Saurafang the younger doesn't fall. When he is set to die, Riley is there to save him, bringing him back to his unlife, but of his own free will. Sylvanas doesn't jump from Ice Crown this time either, imagining what it would do to Riley to lose two mothers in her life. The Valkyr join and the Forsaken settle into who they are as a race.

Except, Riley doesn't get better. The death of the Lich King was a pivotal moment for the Forsaken, but she doesn't recover in the same way so many others did. Because, the Lich King wasn't the one who originally broke her. That was Jack Slash and the scars of that never faded, they were simply hidden. Time marches on, she grows close to new recruits. Lillian Voss, the Dark Rangers, but she still isn't well mentally and it's getting worse.

And then Scholomance is emptied and they manage to find the portal that originally sent her here. And so, realizing what she needs to do to finally achieve peace, she brings a group together. Dranosh Saurafang, Lilian Voss, Dark Ranger Anya, Cerberus (her undead puppy) and Hack Job (her personal Abomination) head back through to Earth Bet to face the Slaughterhouse Nine.

And kill Jack Slash.

[tess-grey-maned]

still here to drink alone

me? continuing this prompt? it's more likely than you think

with thanks to @blue-eyed-banshee for the prompt!

  “What do you mean, you’ve never had a Tiragarde pasty before? You told me you’d lived in Dalaran for months!”

  For a moment, Sylvanas can do nothing but stare blankly at the fury incarnate beside her, at the bright blue eyes that look fit to bulge out of her skull and Jaina’s mouth hanging open in soundless, wordless indignation at this perceived slight to her heritage. Belore take me, she’s hot when she’s angry, comes unbidden to her thoughts. “Jaina, I hail from Quel’Thalas,” she says, slowly, letting every syllable come out dripping in her Thalassian accent. “I was never in Tiragarde Sound.”

  “You mean, I’ve never been to Tiragarde Sound, we use the past- oh for the love of the Tides, you know how it’s meant to be said, you’re just making a point.”

  Sylvanas tries to wink at her, but it comes out as a tipsy blink.

  Throwing her arms up in frustration, Jaina turns back to the woman behind the counter. “Two Tiragarde pasties, please. I need to educate this heathen.” And, to Sylvanas: “Why’s your accent so different to the other elves I’ve met here?”

  “I come from southern Eversong. They probably come from Silvermoon. Did you really drag me away from Valtrois’ bar to talk about Thalassian dialects?”

  “Well, no, not as such, but forgive my curiosity, I don’t know many high elves, and I love languages.” And, so quietly that Sylvanas only catches it for her elven hearing: “Your accent is much sexier.”

  “I know,” she replies, just as subtly, and Jaina’s cheeks flush red.

  Pasties in hand, they emerge back out onto the street.

  “One of my colleagues at the University is married to a high elf,” Jaina says as they amble down a street, round the corner, feet taking them nowhere in particular. Sylvanas tries to nod at her to continue but it diverts her concentration from walking and she nearly topples face-first into the pavement. Belore thrice damn you, Valtrois, that wine was stronger than I thought- “But his wife’s been here for years, you’d hardly know she was from Quel’Thalas. Why’d you come here?”

  “I move around a lot.” The street lights make Jaina’s hair shine a beautiful flaxen blonde. Even Lady Sun would be outshone by this human. “Not Kul Tiras, yet, but I’ve lived in Orgrimmar and Lordaeron, learned Orcish and Common there, even a couple of weeks in Northrend, hated it by the way. Then I got sick in Northrend and came home early. My sister and her husband live here, so I’ve moved into their spare room until she has her twins.”

  “Oh, so you’re going to be- twins? Wait. Hold on. Is your sister called Vereesa?”

  “Yes- Belore take me, you work with Rhonin, don’t you. I should have guessed.”

  Jaina bursts out laughing. “Damn the Tides. I finally find someone as gorgeous as you, and she’s the sister of my boss’ wife. Just my luck.”

  “Rhonin wouldn’t care- gorgeous?”

  Jaina splutters. “Do you own a mirror, Sylvanas Windrunner?”

  “No, it’s not- more that- I wasn’t expecting-”

  “Full sentences now.”

  Sylvanas turns. Focuses fully on Jaina. “Jaina,” she says, ensuring to enunciate every word in her thickest Thalassian accent, “if you wanted to take me home, you had but to ask, in that delectable Kul Tiran accent of yours.” Jaina swallows hard, her face bright red. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “The answer would have been-”

  One moment she’s upright, and the next Jaina’s bracing her a few inches from the floor.

  Sylvanas hiccups miserably. “-yes,” she finishes, and suppresses the urge to be very un-sexily sick. “I’m going to kill Valtrois.”

  “I’m calling us a cab,” Jaina says, already fiddling with her phone. “Told you you’d give yourself alcohol poisoning.”

  “’S not the worst poisoning ‘ve had,” Sylvanas slurs. Jaina’s so warm. So soft. “Pro… pro tip, never eat bread from Andorhal Baking Company.”

  “Is that why you had to come back from Northrend?”

  What was left of me, she thinks but doesn’t say-

  Wait. Jaina said she knew Vereesa. “Can you call Reesa for me? Tell her… tell her I’m safe with you? She… worries.”

  Jaina pauses, just for a moment. A smile broadens over her face. “I will,” she says, and wraps her arm fully around Sylvanas. “You are. Safe with me, I mean.”

  Sylvanas hiccups again. “’M sorry to have ruined our plans,” she mumbles. “Don’t usually drink this much.”

  “You’re allowed to let go. Vereesa said you were always the sensible one growing up, first to learn to drive, first to go to university, the whole shebang, so you get to make stupid decisions. You’ve earned it.” Jaina’s phone pings. “Just not within earshot of Arthas.”

  “Who?”

  “My ex. Big guy at the bar. You’d hate him. His family is a majority shareholder in Andorhal Baking Company.”

  “Oh, I wish you’d told me that while we were there. I would’ve pulled his teeth out one by one with a-”

  “Vereesa says to make sure you drink lots of water, and Rhonin will come pick you up in the morning.” Jaina angles her phone screen so Sylvanas, going slightly cross-eyed in the process, can read it. “And I think that’s our cab pulling up. Think you can get yourself upright?”

  “Yeah- yeah, I can.” And she does, holding onto Jaina all the while. “Hey, I get to see your bed one way or the other tonight, so I’m happy.”

  “Depending on what you’re doing tomorrow night,” Jaina says, walking with her towards the car waiting patiently for them, “you can see it again, but let’s talk about that in the morning. Hi there- Proudmoore?”

  The cab driver motions her in.

  It takes Sylvanas a moment, as she fumbles with her seatbelt, to remember where she knows that name from. “Proudmoore Shipping Company, right?” she mumbles as they pull off. “Why in the name of all that’s touched by Belore would you be working at the university in Dalaran when your family owns most of the ships on Azeroth?”

  “Why are you not working at the military headquarters in Silvermoon?”

  Sylvanas blinks. “Ah, so we’re both disappointments. Got it.”

  Jaina’s smile is tinged with sadness when she turns towards her. “For what it’s worth, Vereesa worships the ground you walk upon. Never a bad word to say about you.”

  “That’s because Minn’da was too busy raising an army to raise her children. And I have had far too much wine to talk about that.”

  “Home, water, warm pasties back up, eat pasties, sleep. In that order.” Jaina’s fingers intertwine with hers. “Hope you like cats, by the way.”

  “Ah, yes, I must try this- you have a cat?!”

  “Erm, two actually.”

  “Jaina,” Sylvanas says, fixing her bleary gaze on Jaina, who bursts out laughing. “You have so much to learn about flirting with an elf. This should have been the second thing I found out about you, after your name. How dare you hold out on me like this.”

  “I promise to make it up to you tomorrow night.”

  Sylvanas hiccups, nods sagely. “Promise accepted. I would pinky promise, but I’m not sure I could find which one’s my pinky right now.”

  And Jaina starts laughing again. It’s a beautiful laugh, Sylvanas thinks. Very beautiful.

  Like Jaina.

-0-0-

  Jaina wakes in the morning to the sight of Sylvanas lying flat on her back, hands folded over her chest like some cartoon vampire, and both of Jaina’s cats splayed snoring on top of her.

  “Yes,” she mumbles, easing out from beneath the covers, “you were right, Sylvanas. I should have started with the cats.”

-0-0-

(this chapter inspired by the time i had two surprisingly potent cocktails at a voice acting conference and stood up too quickly and would've gone face first into the pool had a lovely casting director not caught me. one way to make an impression ig)

[blue-eyed-banshee]

Daily angst (Invasion of Quel'thalas edition!)

Arthas not only killed and raised Sylvans and some of her rangers; but Velonara who was dating a fellow ranger at the time (Ranger Alina) both rangers were tasked with guarding Jaina by any means necessary while Sylvanas went to face Arthas.

With reluctance, Velonara goes with Jaina to find out if the rumors are true, if Sylvanas had indeed died.

They walk through Silvermoon, using the path ultimately would be known as Murder's row; where Lirath was slumped against the wall of a Inn.

Jaina rushed over in urgency, reciting with tears that not only formed in her eyes, but started to run down her cheek. "No, no, Lirath. Please, please be alive."

Despite being ranger, Velonara was frozen in place with a shocked expression but her eyes held remorse. Remorse for her people, remorse that she left Alina alone and disobeyed her ranger-general.

A figure was approaching, hoof steps echoed throughout the now empty city that littered with the bodies of high borne elves.

Then, she heard it.

A wail full of sorrow and regret.

Both Jaina and Velonara had to cover their ears because it was so loud. After that wail had ceased, A man stood in front of her ontop a steed that was all too familiar to Jaina.

"Arthas..." She whispered before she took note of the translucent figure beside him, the source of the devastating wail she had heard just moments ago. She saw an arrow fly past her but Arthas forced the banshee to defend him.

Velonara, joined with Alina with ears starting to bleed managed step in front of Jania in a protective fashion.

Alina had her bow trained on Arthas, her eyes narrowed as she felt a familiar presence nearby and it wasn't her fellow ranger.

Her eyes then widened as she realized who it was; Ranger-General Sylvanas Windrunner.

Alina saw Velonara being attacked by Sylvanas, their friend, their sister and... their protector.

"Vel!" She hollered, she wanted to run and help... but her feet, they wouldn't move.

Claws ripped through the ranger's chest piece, puncturing a lung as Alina watched in horror as the woman she loved fell to the ground.

"No!" She shouted with a desperate cry as she finally ran over, sliding on her knees as Velonara fell into her arms.

Alina had tears streaming down her cheeks as she listened to Velonara's labored breathing.

"Focus on me, my love." The ranger said before slowly tracing her hand over a necklace she had given her.

Velonara coughed silently as Alina saw blood on the corner of her lips, the lips she kissed in the forest during their patrol. "Please don't leave me..." She whispered in Thalassian, sensing the woman in her arms didn't have much time left.

A weak, trembling hand was place on her cheek, wiping away any tears that started to form. "Vendel'o eranu." A whisper that was barely audible the human ear but Alina heard it clear as day.

"I... wanted to make you mine..." The crying ranger said in common, mustering a strong voice or trying to, at least.

Alina's ears twitched as her words registered within her.

"I... had plans... a ring." She could barely get every word out without her voice breaking.

Velonara let out a weak chuckle before coughing violently to which Alina ran a ungloved hand against her cheek.

"Elor bindel felallan morin'aminor..." She whispered before bending over and touching foreheads with the dying elf.

Valonara could only smile before she looked up at Alina, unmoving. Her eyes dimmed which confirmed Alina's worst fear.

The woman she loved for so, so many years.. was gone.

She began rocking back and forth with her fallen lover in her arms, crying loudly. A cry.... of a broken woman.

Sylvanas couldn't believe that she killed one of her rangers. She, Velonara and Alina were sister who were family to her within her ranks.

She thought back to Alleria, how she would always be with them when she needed to calm down from their mother's infamous arguments with her eldest child.

When there were no more tears to shed, Alina glanced at Sylvanas with the most sorrow the ranger-general had ever seen in her eyes.

Alina inhaled a shaking breathe before getting up and drawing her bow. She did had a job to do, a promise she must fulfill to Sylvanas; to protect Jaina by any means.

And... well, you know what happens to her.