doubt

The amber-eyed, red-haired elf slipped noiselessly into the sleeping woman's room, to peek at her - his friend, and his charge.

She had her own kind to guard her, now...but that didn't mean that his duty was done. That didn't mean that his friendship with the elf was over, by any means. They were bound in ways immaterial. 

The dragon-in-disguise hovered at her bed-side, watching her slow breaths. It was good to see her eating again. And getting rest, on top of that. No amount of cajoling, threatening, or begging on his part had convinced her to slow down. No, it was her vassals and her friends to finally convince her to take a moment for herself.

     The Scarlet Crusader charged down the hall, his mace in his hands and a cry of righteous fury on his lips.  He got five paces away from the large, armor-clad tauren engrossed in the multitude of books before the death knight merely raised his hand and sent a blast of howling cold at the Crusader, freezing him solid.  Unfortunately for the human, being frozen didn't mean physics stopped applying to him, and the forward momentum of his charge caused the frozen being to continue on, but with no balance, the Crusader hit the floor and shattered into a thousand pieces, mingling with the remains of his Scarlet bretheren.  Daraman simply turned and sighed at the pile of ice cubes that had once been a living being before going back to searching the bookshelves for what he was looking for.  For his first mission for Sylvanas, they had decided to start him out with something simple, and something close, so they could keep an eye on him.  Repor

She woke with a stretch and a bright lazy grin. He was home.. and he forgave her all of her bad behavior though she wasn't really that bad. Was she? Sure ok she maybe wasn't spending her time in church anymore that wasn't a bad thing was it? Maybe she wasn't precisely spending time with the most savory of Silvermoon, however since she had managed to find her own freedom she hadn't really been an angel had she. Besides she would take loyalty and family over all of the 'good' people in the world.

I followed Synnaquin through the inn as we made our way to Murder Row. I hung to the back of the group and remained silent, my insides tangled with apprehension. As we came to a stop in front of the brothel, I stared at the building, memories washing over me from my time spent there. I thought back to how I'd ended up there. The rebellion against my father, the mana use before I got to the brothel, the sex. I'd wanted it, the mindless escape that chasing pleasure gives. Then I remembered the sober times, with the other women there. The ones who became closer to me than my own blood.

Earth (10/11/2010)

Rumbling under my feet
As if a stampede of Kodo just ran by,
but without the smell.

The past days had been a whirling mess of death and plague.  Tiradell stood in the Drag, looking around at the bodies laid out in the streets.  Their home had been destroyed, yes.  And yet they were the lucky ones.  There, that was all that was left of the guard that had been posted near their door.  Over there, was the old orcish couple that always gave them both such disapproving stares, their faces still and calm now.  Tira walked slowly, looking for someone who was still within his reach, someone who’d not yet been plagued or burned or blasted beyond his abilities.  His posture was slumped, his feet thudding heavily down with each step.

She was asleep, finally.   Couldn't blame the poor thing after all she'd been through in the last couple of days.  Kharris was clinging to Iloam, her hair spread across the pillow like a flood of ink.  I drew a blanket over the pair and went in search of food; Elune only knew when the last time the two of them had anything to eat.  As close as I'd been to both of them, there was something there I couldn't share.  Maybe that was a good thing, maybe some things aren't meant for sharing.  I'd seen the same thing flit across Ixinane's face during the exorcism.  It occurred to me that maybe I'd been a little unfair to her.  Didn't mean I liked or trusted her, but everything I'd heard about her had been from Kharris; who might be a little biased.  Just a little.  Not that I could blame her.

The words still hung in the air between them. “Please stay.” His eyes are windows to all that he is as he continues to look into those emerald green jewels. The world seemed to stand still, as if one of the golden dragons from his childhood tales had landed in the stable and stopped time dead in its tracks. He dared not breathe for fear of breaking that spell.

When I was young, I was taught a prayer, seated in circles in the temple. We recited thus:

Goddess Elune, grant me your eyes,

so that I might see the beauty of the world:

the sprout of green; the whirling leaf;

the rise of sun; the descent of twilight;

Their tabard is of a tree with all its leaves shorn off, yet still it stands. I should have known those roots go deep.

The cloth hangs now between my fingers, and in the deep light of evening those bare branches are hardly seen on their inky ground. Now and again I feel a tear, a frayed edge of the garment, a hardened place where blood has dried. I have not washed and mended it yet, Lord Elrin Kast's tabard. But I will.