determination

Much of the Company noticed my growing belly, now that I am almost halfway along and have gained eight pounds. My armor fit me like normal until yesterday, when this bulge popped up in my sleep. Why does this child think he can just roll around and stretch out my abs, rubbing against the backside of them until it is smooth and comfy? I may have created the little thing, but that doesn’t give right to abuse my insides.

Soft kitty, warm kitty...

Its not always a bad thing.

Throw my shield forward - slash for the legs.

Well that wasn't my original intention.

And it SURELY wasn't Ael's intention when she suggested I go socialize.

Not like you're complaining...

Light! That's...her talking. Not me. The lioness is blunt. She's that damnable voice in the back of my head that's unafraid to be brutal, and straight forward.

She gets things done.

Rising wind as I soar across serrated peaks, through burnt-orange sky.

Ringing in my ears in the wake of its banshee call.

-a disappointment... you will regret-

Indistinct memories of a distinctly foolish girl.

Plagued by uncertainty; The girl who wanted to know, never knew where she belonged.

She has learned.

...I'll be there soon.

There is no need to fear, we are your friends as ever before, why struggle so hard to drive us out?  Just let us help you, as we always have, the soft voice whispered to Moshir.  His only reply was a soft grunt, his arms quivering with effort as he strained to push himself up from the sleeping mat on the floor of Te’kuja’s hut.

“My friend, she has not written back to me.  I want to see her, see if she is alright,” he whispered, gasping as he strained to rise to his feet.

You lie, the harsh voice rasped back.  You seek comfort from her; you think she will be able to drive us out?  Moshir gritted his teeth as rough laughter echoed through his mind.  He clung to the letter he’d written, the words branded into his mind as if with iron.

Is this just a dream?

Her world had become a blur of blues.

Her days had become azure skies and the glare of reflected snow.  Her nights, midnight and cobalt.  Her dreams haunted her with the memory of cerulean and indigo eyes, and her waking thoughts were the blues of swirling Dragonflight mage cloaks, the wings of blue dragons, the ice blue of the Oculus and Nexus. 

She had tracked.  She had killed.  She had questioned.  She had gained in confidence seemingly in contrast to the weight she lost.  She was gaunt and hungry, too focused to eat, hardly sleeping.

And it was cold.  She was so very, very cold.

((hiya. I wanted to create a story of Starscythe defeating Arthas, and having the OOC proof of such for RP. You can click here for the soundtrack to this piece, which I feel is appropriate. Without further ado, I give you this piece. Enjoy, and as always...criticism welcome. Thanks for reading folks.))

Paws. Feet too deformed for shoes to wear. Linen shoes. Leather moccasins. Mail boots. Platemail greaves. All made one sound: Audacity. Yes, the brazen audacity to walk through the portal from the center of the Upper Spire unto the Liege-lord of the Scourge's throne room. To challenge winter's champion. Perhaps to try their hand at death's version of roulette.

“Living in cities is an art, and we need the vocabulary of art, of style, to describe the peculiar relationship between man and material that exists in the continual creative play of urban living. The city as we imagine it, then, soft city of illusion, myth, aspiration, and nightmare, is as real, maybe more real, than the hard city one can locate on maps in statistics, in monographs on urban sociology and demography and architecture.” -Jonathan Raban

"If I said your assumption was true, would you ignore me for the rest of your life?" Delamontre's voice was deep and low, almost a whisper. His bright blue eyes, those eyes that all death knights shared, looked at Moriurya with concern and ... love?

I serve the Light. (True)
I have abandoned my vices. (Ironic)
I wish to liberate Lordaeron from the Scourge and destroy all undead. (Why not?)
I give myself wholly and entirely to this cause. (If 'this cause' means what I’m trying to do, absolutely.)

Gales smiled as he finished his prayers. Only twenty-three days left.

Autumn is represented by the color of the west, black, the color signifying death. It is the end of the life cycle, the last harvest before the cold blue days of the North Winter. The Shu’halo of Mulgore spend their time taking in the last of the crops and preparing their food and furs for the winter months when the ground turned to ice and the air to frost. Many of their strongest and most diligent harvesters, tanners, and crafters are gone in the snowy world of Northrend, leaving the labor to those whom were left behind. The rough hands of the hunched elderly toiled beside the small hands of those whom have not yet gone through the Rites of the Earthmother; all who were not strong enough or did not possess the skills of battle were in the fields doing their part for their people.

I am tired of zeis.

I am doing ze same ting zat I vas doing vhen I vas vorking for ze tailor, being cooped up in a room.

I am doing noting for ze Dragoons by staying in ze tower vit my meditation.

Mebbie eet's time for ze next step.

I do naut vant to be sick any more.

Today in Southshore I have been working much.  I have killed and skinned 37 bears and 23 of the mountain lions.  I am earning 40 silver, after paying for the food.  Now I will write a devotional of the prayers, in my own language.  Many, many prayers.

((The remainder of the diary entry is written in Draenei script))

Well Bas, the rooms are set up. I think I'll like it here when I don't want to be home. Let's take a moment, huh, and think about what we're doing. Me. Whatever. A lot has changed in a very short time. Maybe it'll help if I work my way through.. I want to be.. whole when she comes.

All right. First, there was Artisania... Meeting her. She told me things I didn't want to believe, but I knew were true. About the Prince. Took me here, to Shattrath.. this was where we would have gone! This was where they all went! I.. was left behind. Stupid, I know... since if I'd gone, I'd be tainted. But.. it still hurt to see it for the first time. To hear that the Prince had become what she said he had. To know that we're all damned because of what he taught us to do. Damned if we went, damned if we stayed. That hurt.. badly.

Llew woke flat on his back in the bed at the Scryer Inn. His fingers were still tingling, but he didn't feel ill, or dizzy any more. He felt... good. A long, slow breath and he felt a shuddering exultation somewhere deep inside him. Was that.. was that Desdrel? He wasn't sure. Perhaps it had all been a dream. Perhaps.. not. Artisania had said that here, on this alien world, he was furthest from where his ancestor had any ties or power. Surely this place was the wisest to have confronted and dealt with him? He explored himself within as a man might gingerly test where a tooth had been with his tongue.

I don't think I've ever felt like this, Cinn.
I mean.. wow. Let me see if I can re-capture it, because I think I have to understand everything... and nothing's ever happened to me like that before.
I brought the Lady an orchid. I found it in Silvermoon, and it seemed to suit her perfectly. we.. well, we talked for a bit. She wanted to ask me what I thought of Silvermoon. I haven't been there in a while.
You know, Cinn, the people there.. they aren't REAL. They're just shadows, hungering for what they can't have, or shouldn't have.. that crazy one.. Velion Hawk.. he's such a sad, pitiful creature. poor fellow. I hope I got through to him. But he's what so many are just under the surface. Someone took his surface off, and let it loose. I wonder who would do such a thing? I don't even know if doing that was a bad thing.. if everyone has this horrible self in them.
I don't think I do.
I hope not.

All right, Cinn. I know you're annoyed. I promise Alabaster won't hurt you. Look, he's over by the rock, chewing on a bone. He likes you. Would you PLEASE stop swatting him when he comes up to tell you he likes you? Please? This puppy is going to be neurotic if you keep it up.

Oh, don't grumble.
Look. I have some fish....

Wasn't that Tauren funny, Cinn? She REALLY loved fish. I have to send her some of the silvery spotted ones. I don't think we ever heard her name, though... maybe to the 'furry Tauen who adores fish and is a thug with a hat'? Hum. Don't know if the mail service would understand that.
I'm sure they've heard worse though.

What a day that was, huh?

Well, Cinnabar... here we are. Can you believe it? This is where I guess you were born. I've never forgotten that day, you know.
Everyone I talk to says they hate Kaldorei. But that lady up the road in Theramore gave you to me, and I can't hate a whole race when I know at least one of them was kind to a boy like me.
Anyway.
It makes me feel... I don't know. Peaceful. Reverent. Seeing the trees arching above me, it's like floating in cool water.
Now, don't get me wrong, Cinn. I love the Barrens. There's something about the hot, dry air. The wavering trees in the distance. The lions like tawny streaks moving through dry grass.
Even the smell of it, Cinn. It smells like dry sweated animal and dusty grass, but I just..
I don't know.
I really like it. I feel like under the sun, within my leathers, I'm fighting myself. I'm fighting everything. And I'm proud to be faced with it as a challenge.