45 Recent Deviations
Featured: Sylvanas Windrunner
EpilogueThe wind.Epilogue by TheBlindAlchemist
It was only the wind, howling its way into her bedroom and her mind, shaping her dreams into a confusing mess of memories and bad omens. Whispers and spine-chilling moans slithered into the inn through every crack in the wooden walls they could find. The wind was cold and brought heavy black clouds to cover the night sky and shroud the White Lady and her Blue Child. The two moons couldn’t show their light that night, and a storm was coming.
Aiwyn woke up because of the cold, far away from that comfortable and luxurious room that was, more or less, hers. It's been a couple of weeks since she left that warm place, fit for an elf and suitable for a night of storytelling. Now the cold seeped into her body and made her curl into a fetal position to remain warm, the bed sheets pulled close to her. There was no way to get warmer when the window was open, and eventually her consciousness emerged just enough to realize that. The elf sat up, shivering and rubbing her eyes a
A Peaceful MomentVorigoth cracked open a book and began to read.A Peaceful Moment by AranyaVerSarn
Aranya stood off to the side of him, watching him, and the view beyond him. The arcanist tilted her head to one side, regarding him quietly. “You look quite picturesque, sitting like that,” she remarked, after a moment.
“Like a ball of steel and chaos,” replied Vorigoth, not looking up from his book.
The corner of Aranya’s mouth pulled up, and after a moment more, she went over and took a seat next to the death knight at the spire’s edge. Vorigoth glanced to his right, at her.
“You’re so tiny,” he noted, his voice a hollow growl, even when he spoke companionably softly.
The mage smiled, fel-lit eyes atwinkle. “Compared to you, of course,” she said. Her gaze went out to the view beyond them, and she wiggled her toes in her boots over the edge of the spire.
Vorigoth couldn’t help but glance at her feet for a lingering moment before back to his book.
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter XIIXIIWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter XII by Daneas
She Who Walks the Day
She stared at the elven runeblade resting on a stand, the power it gave off palpable, its beauty enthralling, highlighted by the glowing flame within her palm.
Her lips twisted into a grin as she suddenly closed her hand into a fist, her green eyes burning with firm resolve. She left her home and set off towards what lay beyond the thousands of trees with golden, orange and red leaves: the glorious Silvermoon City.
The tranquillity pervading the Eversong Woods was shattered by whatever was tearing through the sky, rays of green light filtering through the canopy overhead. She marched on, her stride steady and sure-footed, the other elves in the area too concerned with what was coming to notice that none of that was fazing her.
Even the memories of the past didn’t alter her demeanour. She remembered very well the day Silvermoon had fallen yet nothing would change her mi
In the Light of DawnA small tug at Kethron's robes had him halting dead in his tracks, a slew of curses sounding off in his head, though he uttered none of them aloud. After closing his eyes and taking a long, patient breath, the lordly warlock turned around, and sure enough, there stood little Valéria just behind him. She looked up at him with wide eyes, the early dawn's light from outside glimmering like gold on her short blonde hair and casting warm colors on the nightgown she was frocked in.In the Light of Dawn by AranyaVerSarn
He hadn't anticipated her being awake at this time. He arched an imposing eyebrow at her. "Shouldn't you still be in bed?" he asked, a stern edge in his voice.
"I was scared of the weird noises," she answered softly, by way of explaining herself.
Kethron wasn't surprised. The power of his craft was at times most violent in nature, and always came with a cost. In blood. In life. Some sacrifice of a sort. And its demands certainly did not accommodate the fears of little girls who happened to be present in his r
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