Runeclaw spent the better part of a month in the tiny village nestled into Honeydew Glade. Many of the Pandaren looked upon her with kindness and pity. She didn't particularly care for the sympathy, but she was well aware that it was by her own hand that she appeared so abject. They helped her tend to her wounds from her landing and gave her room to breathe. They sought to help her heal by offering not just poultices but aphorisms as well. The Pandaren were astute enough to realize not all her injuries originated in bone and sinew. In return, she helped them tend their crops, babysat their children while they toiled, told them the tales of Lomani'taka and many others, and shared her recipes in exchange for theirs. She learned that she had a taste for tea and which herbs made the best inks and which made the best food. She became friends with the forest prowlers and dragon turtles. In that brief time, she learned to love the bright land shrouded in mists and the peaceful inhabitants tha
Immolation, Part I
Oblivion. Murky bleakness eclipsing the sunshine of her immortal soul. No day. No night. No morning, afternoon, or evening. Time hemorrhaged.
The druid's eyes cracked open. They were crusted and shot with crimson veins, rheumy eyes that looked out and saw only darkness. Lids with too heavy a burden to remain open, they closed again as another convulsive sob wracked her frame.
Unmoored, adrift. Not in the Dream, not out of the Dream. Nightmares of her own design far worse than those that dwelled in Emerald. Twisted tentacles grasping, clutching, clawing, digging, dragging, rending. Invasive, persuasive, pernicious things skittering and crawling like smoky black threads of foreordination through the atrophying grey matter.
Her throat constricted uselessly. Her tongue was swollen and dry and the engorged muscle was stuck to the hard palate. Her teeth bore the fuzzy grunge of sleep and days without cleaning. How many days has it been? A
The mammoth storm crow drew in her wings and descended from the sky like a falling infernal meteor in Shadowmoon Valley. The rushing whoosh of air slicked over her tawny feathers in a loud whisper as the ground drew closer at an alarming rate. Close by was the naga-infested Serpent Lake, but she had begun her fall over the shore near Twinspire Ruins. Her eyes smarted and teared from the force of the wind pummeling them, as her heart pounded like drums of war within her breast. It would be mere seconds until she collided with the earth.
Then, just before imminent impact, her wings snapped out. A screech of pure, thrilling, excited fear echoed across the lake. From a vertical nosedive to a horizontal racing glide she flipped towards the lake. Talons and tail feathers skimmed the surface of the still water, disrupting its placidity and leaving a quickly expanding ripple trailing behind like the exhaust from a goblin zeppelin. The spray splashed up against her plumage, soaking her and inva
Shadow of the Night: The Demon Within ch.13
Sallaria sat in seclusion inside a small cave draining power from a fel crystal the size of her palm. She wanted to stay in control as much as possible while she searched the Highlands. While she was in full control though, her abilities weren't at their full power; her abilities were like they are in her normal form. Thankfully, only she knew that, Shad'ara and Valdimirr thought she was at full power since she was in demon form.
'Let me take control! I can help you find Lythnar faster when I am in control!' Sallas'vina growled from deep within her subconscious.
"Yeah, right after you seduce every man in the highlands…" Sallaria teased.
'But you are weak like your puny elven form!' Sallas'vina growled again.
"I am perfectly fine, no one knows that I am not at my full power," Sallaria replied.
Sallas'vina hissed before retreating deeper into her subconscious. Sallaria smiled at her victory against Sallas'vina, but pushed it aside as the tiny fel crystal start
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