Dellisa's blog

Leaning back on the bench, a dark haired female surveyed the hot, dusty environment of Durotar as her greenish blue eyes taking in the forms of several sweaty orcs training across the fields. Hearing the creak of the wood as a stocky, old and heavily armored orc took up the rest of the bench space, Dellissa spoke with a slight smirk upon her lips, idly greeting him as she kept staring ahead, acting as if she was not speaking to him. Doing the same as the former lieutenant general, the orc replied in a grumbling tone of voice as he slid a piece of parchment across to her, greeting her. " Good afternoon Sunfire, I believe that I do have some news for you."

"You should go for it."

"Do it."

" It might work."

Standing tall under the single beam of light within the darkness, Dellissa heard of those words as she turned around slowly, her softly glowing blue eyes straining to take in any details, or faces within the cloak of blackness that belonged to those three male voices whose words were repeated to her in very moment. Stepping forwards with the light following her, she called out into the thick blackness which did not answer her questions nor provide her any clue, until a voice rang out, behind her.

" You can change your destiny."

Just thought i'd post a full scale picture of the newest avatar I've just done for Dell- and done by mouse (my wrist is making me pay for it- please don't try this at home, kiddies >_> ) ... I think it has alot of room for improvements but enjoy!

 Dellissa frowns into the mirror of the Barbershop, watching her reflection with eyes full of criticism, noting the pale skin with a cross shaped scar over her right eyelid, her soft red lips almost open as if to say something, all framed by the blueness of her hair, that had become her trademark since the change way back in the day, that fated decision, her mind abuzz with many thoughts, when that prominent thought, from a teal haired goblin she happened to have come past the other day while in town, when she had an impulse moment to go there wearing her old training clothes and a blonde wig.

(more beneth the break.)

Down went the Knight onto the twisted path,

Struggling to confront her inner demons,

As things around her continued.

She looked with bitter eyes, and stood to the side

As her companions rebuilt their lives,

Aware that she were different from them,

The Knight cursed the Duchess,

For the Duchess may have broken the Knight.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The minutes had passed since

The Black Duchess' declaration

Although defeated,victory were hers,

For the players of the game,

From the Knight to the handsome Rook

Revealed their dark sides upon their unity.

The Duchess soon were right,

With the Bishop struggling,

And the lonely, bitter Knight facing her inner demons.

With the Knight hurt,

And the Bishop with the King,

The Black Duchess made a play,

Sending a Pawn to the Knight and her company

It bought down the house,

With the Knight hiding once more,

The game came to an end in Brill

Where the Duchess were checkmated by the hand of the Rook.



Thick. Decadent. Sweet.

Lethal. Dangerous. Rotten.

A nasty surprise in a deceptively sweet package.

Two down and many more to go,

Under the hand of a twisted Duchess

Whose vision of nightmares fills the minds of unemotional beings.

But the question poses,

Will she succeed? Will she fail?

What's more to come is...

Their revenge.

Somewhere off the shore of Eastern Kingdom lies a small cottage, previously belonging to Dellissa's ex husband and his family, a door slammed open.

Banging her way to the table the blue haired female glanced around the small cottage with a twisted scowl upon her otherwise pretty features and with a defiant gesture, she dropped her mace onto the table, the despised table of her ex husband's mother's. Satisfied by the sound of the creak of the wood as it bore the impact of the big two handed weapon, Dellissa peeled her gauntlets off before she went to close and lock the door.

Hello all, it's been a while since I looked into anything world of warcraft related...

First off, for those who has been wondering where have I gone...my account got pished.

I'm still struggling to get in touch with Blizzard, to fix it, and that is why I haven't been around. My options thus far is, either I keep on fighting to finally get through to Blizzard, or buy the games again and make a brand new account (and that makes me wince because before the pishing, I was working on fixing dell up as dps-er.. so those hours' gone down the drain thanks to that one stupid mistake... brilliant, thats me.)

If I go with the second (and expensive) option at least I'll get a clean slate I suppose, over a few certain issues that I was having when I suddenly took that leave without warning.

Secondly, I hope you all are doing well and RP is hopefully thriving on Shadow Council.

Looking forwards to hopefully possibly catching up with some of you.

 A very old, battered and what was once a little black book, but now mostly faded back to a pale, tamer sort of gray book were found on a desk in a hidden location somewhere in Undercity, its contents exposed, pages filled with neat, formal handwriting torn out in places or blotted out, with one freshly inked entry. 

Dear Diary. There was a slient pause, as the next words filled a few lines after the title

It's been a while. There has been so many things happening, since the last entry, that I have had not managed to fill the pages with, and it would be far too much to fill the pages, and not only that, there are things I'd rather forget.

Ok this is the second photo- pretty much finished but not sure what else can i do to it.... as it was ruined a couple of days ago apparently (blue-purple bloches somehow appeared all over her ears, face and neck, had to repaint and cover it in colour pencils!) so now its not too noticable... would like to see what you guys think

P.S sorry about the flash >_<

Okay.... Ive been working on dell's painting since last night... still alot of fixing and working to do, but at least its a progress post, will put more photos when it is done, apologies for the bad photo, used a phone camera for it!- I promise, it does look a bit better in rl, will have to borrow someone's digital camera to take the final product's photos... I'm also not so sure on it either... background colour's meant to be purple btw

Days since I have come home: 4

Lovers: Still one of course!

Disturbing discoveries: 1

Fights: 3, 4 I believe....

Nightmares: 1

Time: 2 am-ish

Dear Diary....

Here I am, sitting on my bed with the blankets around my shoulders, recovering from a very violent nightmare.... I dont know if it's real... or not....?-

*the pen pauses as the pale woman/blanket mountain shudders in memory of the nightmare before resuming*

It all began pleasantly, as I dreamt that I am in an inn in Silvermoon City,  happily painting Xannivard's nails pink while he dozed behind a book, but suddenly, he awoke with a start. As he stared down at his nails, I had giggled and ran off to hide, not expecting him to do anything to me as he has not done so yet... when something gripped my waist!

Days since my return: 1

Lovers: 1 and only 1.

Fights: 0..... for now.

Dear Diary....

Hmm where to start.

It has been so many months since I had left the lands I had known behind as a Paladin/Blood Knight Adept,  and since I left the side of the demon I had fallen for, Shorok , to take a journey into the lands of the dead and beyound, where I began my training as a Death Knight.

Some would say my journey started when I died, but truthfully, my journey started on that day when I met the demon they call Mistwalker, Shorok Morien.

I wouldnt call it love at first sight when I met him I suppose... but it seemed quite instanteous, and it felt so right... to fall for a Demon much older than I am.... but... I'm not complaining!